#fc barca

! pregnant user x bunny iglesias

bunny would genuinely be staring at your bump 24/7; he’d always tease you about it; “i filled you with a little bunny, que lindo.—próxima vez; te voy a llenar con una camada de conejitos.” and laugh right after while your face is starting to feel hot; and the tips of your ears shading into a pink tint.

he always rushes over to help you carry anything; it doesn’t matter if its heavy or not; he will NOT let you carry anything;— “bun, im not that weak; I can carry everything just fine—.” “no, let me carry it; i don’t care. sit down.” you have no choice but to sit down on the couch as you see him walk back and forth grabbing and putting bags inside the house.

he’d always keep track of your cravings; doesn’t matter if you ate it once; or mention it once—this guy is like a restocker; restocking food you crave during your pregnancy.. “how did he know..?” —you say to yourself.

calls you “mami” , “mama” or “mamacita” every single time.

“buenos días mami.” he says standing in front of the bed as you sit up, rub your eyes and yawn softly. you blush slightly as you receive a kiss from him.

“you look hot mama.” he says as you did a cute hairstyle on your hair.

every time he comes back from training or from a soccer match; the first thing he hears from you is; “massaageee…masageeee…pleaseee….” you groan as bunny hasn’t even enetered the house properly; he can hear your groans from OUTSIDE while he’s trying to fit the key inside the lock; —looking like a MESS — but eventually massaging you while you sigh in relief; your husband STILL dripping sweat from his forehead from soccer

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At a time when many remained silent, he chose to stand with humanity with a sincere word and action.

Greetings from Gaza…

From the heart of pain and siege, thank you to everyone who still sees our humanity and stands with us 🙏 And for those who can help, the support link is below 🤍👇

✅Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified

Warnings: none. Just an overprotective alexia

Words: 2k

Summary: Y/N is Alexias sister. Shes 18 years old and dates Kika. They try to keep it a secret but Alexia finds out.

Pls send some requests🤗

The first sign something was wrong happened at breakfast. Not dramatic wrong.Not someone’s injured wrong. Just…Quiet. Too quiet. Y/N walked into the kitchen rubbing sleep from her eyes, oversized Barça hoodie slipping off one shoulder as she reached automatically for the coffee machine. Usually mornings with Alexia Putellas involved at least one of the following:

Alexia lecturing her about nutritionAlexia reminding her to stretch properly

Alexia stealing her toast

Alexia asking approximately seventeen questions before 8 a.m.

Today? Nothing. Alexia sat at the counter scrolling through her phone silently. That alone was terrifying.

Y/N slowed immediately.

“…Good morning?” “Morning.”

Still not looking up. Okay. Definitely terrifying.

Y/N carefully grabbed a mug.

“You okay?” “Mhm.”

One-word answers. Even worse. Y/N glanced toward the living room like someone might explain what was happening. Unfortunately, there was nobody else there to save her. She turned back slowly.

“Did I do something?”

Finally, Alexia looked up. And smiled. That was somehow the scariest part.

“No,” Alexia said calmly. “Why would you think that?”

Oh, this was bad. This was really bad. Y/N forced herself to act normal as she poured coffee.

“Because you’re being weird.”

“I’m being weird?”

“Yes.”

Alexia hummed thoughtfully.

“Interesting.”

Y/N’s stomach dropped. That tone meant Alexia knew something. Maybe not everything. But something. Before Y/N could figure out how much danger she was actually in, her phone buzzed against the counter.

One message. From Kika Nazareth.

miss u already :(

Y/N nearly launched the phone across the kitchen. Alexia’s eyes flicked downward instantly. Y/N grabbed the phone face down so fast it looked suspicious anyway.

Alexia leaned back slightly in her chair.

“…Who’s texting you this early?”

“No one.”

“No one texted you?”

“I mean—someone texted me—but like… not importantly.”

Alexia stared. Y/N wanted to evaporate. Thankfully, the older woman’s phone rang before she could interrogate further. Alexia answered while standing from the counter.

“Hola?”

Y/N exhaled in relief. Barely survived. Barely. Then Alexia walked toward the hallway, still talking on the phone.

“Yeah, I’m leaving soon… she’s here with me now…”

Pause. Alexia looked directly at Y/N.

“…No, I haven’t asked yet.”

Asked what? Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously. The second Alexia disappeared into the hallway, Y/N grabbed her phone again.

YOU TEXTED ME AT BREAKFAST

Kika replied instantly.

and?

ALEXIA WAS THERE

Three dots appeared. Then:

oops

Y/N stared at the message in betrayal.

YOU’RE ENJOYING THIS

a little

Insane. Actually insane.

______________________________________________

Training should’ve distracted her. It didn’t. Because Alexia kept watching her. Not obviously. That was the problem. Alexia Putellas was subtle when she investigated things.

During rondos, she watched who Y/N laughed with. During tactical drills, she watched who Y/N instinctively looked for on the pitch. And unfortunately for Y/N’s mental stability…that person was always Kika.

“Y/N,” Patri Guijarro whispered while they stretched near the sideline.

“Why does Alexia look like an FBI agent?”

“Because my life is over.”

“That sounds dramatic.”

“She knows something.”Patri winced.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

From across the field, Kika glanced over. Smiled. Y/N glared immediately. Kika only looked more amused. Traitor. Absolute traitor.

Practice ended with a small training match. Coach split the teams unevenly on purpose, which meant Y/N and Kika ended up against each other.

Normally that would’ve been fun. Today it was psychological warfare.

“Scared of me?” Kika teased as they lined up before kickoff.

“You wish.”

“You’ve been glaring at me for twenty minutes.”

“Because you’re ruining my life.”

Kika grinned lazily. “Still cute.”

Y/N shoved her shoulder. Unfortunately, Alexia saw that too. Of course she did. Because apparently the universe hated Y/N personally.

_____________________________________________

The scrimmage started fast. Y/N played aggressively out of pure stress, pressing harder than usual, moving quicker, trying desperately not to think about the fact her sister’s detective instincts were activating in real time.

Then came the mistake. A terrible mistake. The kind of mistake that changes lives.

Y/N scored.

That wasn’t the mistake. The mistake was celebrating. Without thinking, she turned immediately toward Kika after the goal.

And Kika—idiot, beautiful idiot that she was—blew her a kiss. The entire field froze. Just for a second. But one second was enough.

“Oh my god,” Vicky López whispered.

Clàudia Pina physically covered her face with both hands. Patri looked like she wanted to disappear underground.

And Alexia? Alexia stared at Kika. Then at Y/N. Then back at Kika. The silence felt deadly. Kika’s smile vanished instantly.

“…Ah,” Irene Paredes muttered quietly from defense.

“That’s not ideal.”

Not ideal? NOT IDEAL? Y/N wanted the earth to open beneath her. Coach blew the whistle to continue. Nobody moved. Alexia finally spoke.

“Y/N M/N”

Oh no. Not the middle-name. Everyone on Barça knew the full-name voice. Y/N swallowed hard. “Yeah?”

Alexia’s expression was unreadable.

“Focus.”

That was it. No yelling. No anger. Which somehow felt worse. Much worse. The rest of training became torture. Alexia barely spoke. Kika stopped flirting entirely. The team moved around them carefully like they were trying not to trigger an explosion.

By the end of practice, Y/N felt physically sick. She grabbed her bag quickly, hoping maybe—just maybe—she could escape before the conversation happened. Delusional.

“Car. Now.” Alexia’s voice behind her was calm.

Too calm.

Y/N closed her eyes briefly. Dead. She was dead.—The drive home was silent.

Horribly silent.

Alexia kept both hands on the wheel, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead. Y/N sat frozen in the passenger seat trying not to throw up from anxiety. Streetlights blurred past outside.

Finally, Alexia spoke.

“How long?”

Straight to it. Y/N stared at her lap.

“…What?”

“Don’t do that.”

The disappointment in Alexia’s voice hurt more than anger would’ve.

Y/N swallowed hard.“…A few months.”

Alexia laughed once. Not happily.

“A few months.”

“I was gonna tell you.”

“When?”

Y/N had no answer. Because honestly? There had never been a good time. Alexia tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

“She’s twenty-three”

“I know.”

“You’re eighteen.”

“I know.”

“She’s your teammate.”

“I KNOW.”

The words burst out louder than intended. Silence filled the car again immediately afterward. Y/N looked away first. Alexia exhaled sharply through her nose.

“You lied to me.”

That one landed hardest. Because it was true. Y/N’s voice came out smaller this time.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“But you did.”

Tears burned suddenly behind Y/N’s eyes, which was annoying because she absolutely did not want to cry right now.

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Alexia finally glanced at her.

“And that didn’t make you think maybe you shouldn’t be doing it?”

Y/N’s chest tightened. “It’s not bad.”

Alexia scoffed quietly. “You’re a teenager.”

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

The frustration snapped instantly.

“Why are you acting like she manipulated me or something?”

Alexia didn’t answer immediately. Which was answer enough. Y/N stared at her in disbelief.

“You seriously think that?”

“I think she’s older than you.”

“She loves me.” The words slipped out before Y/N could stop them.

The second they did, silence crushed the car again. Alexia looked genuinely stunned now. Not angry. Not suspicious. Just… surprised. Y/N realized with horror she’d never actually said those words out loud before. Not even to Kika. Alexia pulled into the driveway slowly. The engine shut off. Neither moved.

Finally Alexia spoke quietly.“Do you love her?”

Y/N looked down at her shaking hands.

“…Yeah.”

The honesty in that answer hurt. Because it was real. Completely real. Alexia leaned back in her seat, staring through the windshield. For a long moment, she said nothing.

Then finally: “She should’ve come to me.”

Y/N blinked. “What?”

“If this was serious, she should’ve talked to me.”

“That’s your issue?”

“She’s older. She knows better.”

Y/N shook her head immediately. “No. I’m the one who wanted to keep it secret.”

Alexia looked unconvinced. “Alexia.”

“She’s twenty-four.”

“And you dated older players too!”

Alexia opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“That’s different.”

“It literally isn’t.”

“It is when it’s my little sister.”

There it was. The real problem. Not Kika. Not football. Not the team. Y/N was Alexia’s little sister. The kid she’d spent years protecting. The kid she still saw as too young for heartbreak.

Y/N’s voice softened slightly. “You can’t decide who I love.”

Alexia looked exhausted suddenly.

“I know.”

That caught Y/N off guard. Alexia rubbed a hand over her face.

“I just…” She sighed quietly.

“I worry about you.”

“I know.”

“She’s important to the team. You’re important to the team. If this goes badly—”

“It won’t.”

Alexia gave her a look. Y/N corrected herself weakly.

“…Hopefully.”

That earned the tiniest huff of laughter from Alexia. Tiny. But there. The tension eased slightly. Just slightly. Then Y/N’s phone buzzed again. Both sisters looked down simultaneously.

Kika.

Of course. Alexia held out her hand immediately.

“Give me the phone.”

“What? No!”

“Give me the phone.”

“You’re terrifying.”

“Y/N.”

Groaning dramatically, Y/N handed it over.

Alexia read the message silently. Then blinked once.Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

“What does it say?”

Alexia looked almost offended.

“She sent a heart and asked if you’re alive.”

“…Okay and?”

“She used thirteen question marks.”

Y/N snatched the phone back instantly.

ARE YOU ALIVE?????????????

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from smiling a little. Alexia noticed immediately.

“Oh my god,” she muttered. “You’re gone.”

Y/N tried to hide the smile. “Shut up.”

“You’re completely in love with her.”

That sentence made everything feel suddenly real. Bigger somehow. Scarier too. Y/N looked down at her phone quietly.

“…Yeah.”

Alexia studied her for a long moment. Then finally sighed.

“I still think the age gap is weird.”

Y/N groaned. “Alexia—”

“But…” She paused. “I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you look at her.”

Y/N blinked. That was… unexpectedly nice.

Alexia pointed a finger immediately. “I’m still mad.”

“There it is.”

“And if she hurts you, I bury the body.”

“VERY normal response.”

“Irene said she’d help me.”

Y/N burst out laughing despite herself. That finally cracked Alexia too. Small at first. Then real laughter. The kind they hadn’t shared all day. Relief flooded through Y/N so hard she nearly cried again.

“You’re seriously okay?” she asked softly.

Alexia leaned her head back against the seat.

“…I’m trying to be.”

That was enough. More than enough. Y/N threw her arms around her instantly. Alexia groaned dramatically.

“You’re sweating from training.”

“You love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

Y/N laughed against her shoulder. After a second, Alexia hugged her back tightly.

Then muttered quietly: “You should probably text your girlfriend before she breaks into the house.”

Y/N pulled back immediately. “You called her my girlfriend.”

“I regret it already.”

Alexia Putellas x Reader

5.3 WC | Fluff, slightly suggestive | GIF not mine

Summary: Alexia and Y/N have a secret, a fitness challenge might just be the thing to catch them out

If there was one thing the FC Barcelona Femení squad loved almost as much as football, it was competition.

barca p!links

marcus giving you slow and steady strokes

riding hector as he sucks on your boobs

pau using a viberator while he fucks you

morning sex with lewandowski

drunk sex with gavi

hector caressing your body that he loves so much

pedri fucking you with your robe on

fermin eating you out like his life depends on it

you taking ferran down your throat like a good girl

Summary: You lost your engagement ring.

Word Count: 1.3k

Lamine Yamal x Reader

Ever since Lamine Yamal proposed to her, the engagement ring almost never left her hand.

Not because of the price even though the ring was expensive enough to make anyone nervous.

But because of what it meant, Lamine had designed it himself. Every little detail. The shape. The tiny engraved initials hidden inside the band even the specific stone placement.

He spent weeks secretly working on it before the engagement party, refusing help from anyone because he wanted it to feel completely personal. Completely theirs.

‘There’s literally no other ring like this’, he had told her proudly after slipping it onto her finger that night. And he was right. That ring existed once in the entire world.

Which was exactly why panic completely consumed her the second she realized it was gone.

At first she thought maybe she’d simply left it in the bathroom or beside the sink or near the kitchen while cooking. Somewhere obvious.

But after twenty minutes of searching the entire house with growing panic twisting inside her chest, the ring was nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.

And the more time passed, the worse she felt because she already knew how much that ring meant to Lamine too.

He acted nonchalant most of the time relaxed and carefree, but when it came to her? And especially the engagement? He became strangely sentimental.

He had kissed her hand almost every day since putting that ring there. Sometimes just staring at it randomly with that smug little smile on his face.

‘My fiancée’, he’d say proudly whenever he noticed her wearing it.

So losing it? Felt horrible.

—-

By the time she started searching inside her car parked outside the house, she was genuinely close to tears. She had pulled everything apart already. The glove compartment. Her purse. Under the seats. Every tiny corner where the ring could’ve possibly slipped.

But nothing, and the worst part? Lamine would be home from training any minute.

She was halfway bent under the passenger seat searching desperately when suddenly.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped violently. Her head hit the side of the seat slightly as she spun around. And there he was.

Lamine stood beside the open car door still wearing his training clothes, bag hanging from one shoulder, curls messy from practice.

He looked confused. Slightly amused too.

Meanwhile her heart nearly stopped. “Oh…Lamine you’re back.”

Lamine laughed softly. “Why are you acting guilty?”

She immediately stood up too quickly and wrapped her arms around him tightly before he could look too closely at her face. “Hi.”

Lamine blinked once before hugging her back automatically. “…Hi?”

His hands settled comfortably on her waist but after a second he frowned slightly. Because something felt off immediately. Her hug felt tense. Nervous.

And the moment she pulled away, she avoided his eyes completely.

“What are you searching for?”, he asked.

“Nothing.”

Lamine stared at her for a second then glanced toward the completely destroyed interior of the car.

Seats moved forward. Bags emptied. Everything messy.

“Right”, he muttered. “Nothing.”

She laughed nervously and bent back down quickly to continue searching. Which only made him more suspicious.

Lamine slowly set his bag down near the car before stepping closer. “Hey.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re weird.”

“I’m not weird.”

Now he was definitely suspicious especially because she still refused to properly look at him.

Lamine reached down, gripping her jaw gently between his fingers making her look up at him. “What are you looking for?”

The softness in his voice almost made her crack immediately.

“I’ll help you.”

She swallowed hard. “It’s nothing.”

Lamine narrowed his eyes slightly and that’s when he noticed it, her left hand was empty. The ring finger bare.

His expression changed immediately not angry just suddenly serious.

“…Where’s your ring?”

Her stomach dropped quickly she pulled her hand behind her back. “It’s upstairs.”

Lamine stared at her silently then slowly raised an eyebrow. “You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

His voice stayed calm which somehow made her even more nervous.

Lamine looked at her carefully for another second before sighing quietly then without another word, he took her hand and gently pulled her toward the house.

“Lamine-“

“Come inside.”

The moment they entered the house, he closed the door behind them and turned toward her fully now. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable.

“Tell me the truth.”

She stared at the floor silently then finally, “I lost it.”

The words came out small. Quiet. Guilty.

Lamine exhaled slowly through his nose and for a second the disappointment on his face genuinely hurt her chest.

Because she knew, she knew how important that ring was.

“I’ve been searching everywhere,” she admitted quickly.

“The house, the car, literally everything-“, Her voice started shaking slightly. “I don’t know where it went.”

Lamine stayed quiet for a moment and rubbed a hand over his face tiredly. “You lost the engagement ring I made for you.”

That sentence alone almost made her cry. “I’m sorry.”

And the second he looked properly at her face at the panic, the guilt and the fear sitting all over her expression, his frustration softened immediately. Because she already felt terrible enough.

Lamine sighed quietly before stepping closer. “Look at me.”

She looked up slowly and without another word, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Long enough to calm her breathing slightly.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested briefly against hers. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“We’ll find it.”

“But-“

“We’ll find it”, he repeated more firmly.

Then he kissed her forehead once. “Stop panicking.”

The calmness in his voice made her chest ache. Because honestly? He had every right to be upset. But instead he was comforting her first.

—-

The next hour turned into chaos. Both of them searching absolutely everywhere. Under couches. Kitchen drawers. Laundry baskets. The bathroom.

Lamine even checked the trash bags while muttering, “If this thing disappeared forever I’m never emotionally recovering.”

Despite everything, that made her laugh weakly. “You’re dramatic.”

“I handcrafted romance for you. Of course I’m dramatic.”

Eventually they ended up back in their bedroom completely exhausted.

She sat on the floor near the bed looking defeated. “I actually lost it.”

Lamine crouched beside her immediately. “You didn’t.”

“But I did-“

“You’re overthinking, don’t do that”

Then suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly toward the bedside table. “…Wait.”

He leaned forward reaching behind the small cabinet beside the bed and froze. A second later he lifted the ring between his fingers. Silence.

Then she gasped loudly. “Oh my God you found it!”

Lamine stared at the ring dramatically for a second before looking at her. “You nearly killed us emotionally and it was just here?”

She practically threw herself at him immediately, hugging him so tightly he laughed breathlessly. “I thought it was gone forever!”

“You owe me ten years of peace after this.”

She laughed shakily into his shoulder while he slipped the ring carefully back onto her finger himself deliberately. Like the moment mattered all over again.

Then he lifted her hand and kissed the ring softly. His eyes met hers immediately afterward. “Don’t lose it again my love”

“I won’t.”

“I’m serious, I almost shit myself”

She laughed softly at him, “So am I.”

Lamine stared at her for another second before pulling her fully into his lap. Still holding her left hand carefully. Still staring at the ring like he didn’t trust reality yet.

Then quietly he muttered against her hair. “There’s only one of these in the world, and it belongs to you, only you, the love of my love, my fiancée, and my future wife”

Her heart melted instantly because the ring wasn’t what mattered most to him, It was what it represented. Her. Them. Forever.

And honestly? The way Lamine held her a little tighter for the rest of the night made her feel like the luckiest girl alive.

you’re a well-known twitch streamer, and you’ve finally convinced your girlfriend to join you for a game of FIFA.

pairing: alexia putellas x reader

wc: 2.2k

tags: 18+? literally one mention of sex, streamer!r, interview show, think hot ones but it’s a twitch stream, alexia has broken english, alexia is adorable (what’s new), caring r

a/n: broken english alexia is so special to me. nothing else. enjoy!!

“Hola everyone!” you smiled as you double checked that the cameras and microphones and streaming connection were all in proper working condition. 

Fans started filling the chat, greeting you as the viewer count rose. 

You gave a knowing smile to someone off screen, getting more and more excited for what was to come. 

“Okay...I know everyone is excited for today’s stream, but I’m going to wait a few before introducing my special guest, wait for more of y’all to get in.” 

You interacted with the viewers that were already there, answering a few questions and thanking those who donated. You loved talking directly to your fans, that was what made you love streaming much more than traditional YouTube videos. 

You’d been on stream for 10 or so minutes when you decided to get things going. 

“Alright! Guys, I told you on Twitter that today’s stream was going to be special because of an extra special guest, and I think it’s finally time to give you all what you want! And if you’re new here, hello, my name is Y/N, I stream anything and everything and sometimes I rope some crazy people into doing it with me! Now…how about I make you guys guess who my guest is?”

You laughed as the chat exploded with guesses, ranging from random people you had never heard of to the Pope. 

Years ago, you had started a series on your Twitch channel where you interviewed someone while playing video games. It was often compared to Hot Ones, except instead of trying to deal with spicy wings, your guests tried not to die or fail the level more times than they could count. You thought it was fun, and you guess the people agreed with you, because it was now one of the most popular interview shows on the internet and had reached award-winning actors, athletes, singers, even some political figures during election season. 

But you had yet to invite a certain someone onto your show. 

No, actually, that was false. You had invited her to be on the show numerous times, but she had refused every single one, citing that interviews just “weren’t her thing”, and that the media she had to do for work was far too much already. 

But you begged and gave her your best puppy eyes and maybe you asked her directly after you had your mouth suctioned to her clit for her third orgasm of the night, but the end justifies the means because she was finally making her star appearance. 

You usually picked a game that corresponded somehow with your guest, and so it was a no-brainer that you and Alexia would be playing FIFA. 

“Alright, your guys’ hint is…we’ll be playing FIFA!”

Now the chat really exploded, this time with different football player’s names. You saw a lot of names that you recongized, some of your girlfriend’s teammates or rivals, and the correct guess more often than not. 

Your and Alexia’s relationship wasn’t a secret by any mean. Private was even a stretch nowadays with how you were both plastered over the other’s Instagram feeds. People knew that she was never one for big interviews, and they requested it every chance they got. 

“I think you lot might know who it is…I’m seeing a lot of correct guesses in the chat. Alright, you think it’s time, special guest?”

You directed your question to Alexia, still sitting off-camera, leaning out of frame and blocking your mic just to press a kiss to her lips and whisper that she was going to do great. 

“Now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for, please give a warm welcome to World Cup Champion, Champions League Winner, two-time Ballon D’or winner, La Reina, my wonderful, amazing, perfect, girlfriend, Alexia Putellas!”

You cheered as Alexia awkwardly waltzed into frame and plopped into the chair next to you. 

“Hola,” she said quietly, waving to your viewers. You smiled like an idiot at her dorkiness, it was honestly one of your favorite things about her. 

“Um, my English is not the best, but I try?” 

You rolled your eyes lovingly, your hand coming to rest on her thigh at the slight nervous quiver in her voice, “Your English is fine, Ale. Right, guys? And I’m the best translator, anyways, if anything gets lost.” 

“True, your are…good at speaking.” 

“Well, I do interview people for a living so..” 

You both laughed before you launched into introducing the game and hopefully getting Alexia a little more relaxed. 

“So, today we are playing FIFA 25, mostly because it’s the only game Alexia would agree to.” 

“I am amazing at this one.”

“You’re just okay.” 

“Do not be mean to your guest.”

“You clearly have never watched an episode if you think I’m going to go easy on you, I never let anyone win.”

Alexia scoffed, “you let me win todo el tiempo.”

“I do not! Don’t spread false rumors, Ale.” 

Alexia just hummed and smiled to herself, the chat already going crazy about the two of you and how you both seemed to be so soft for each other, the complete opposite of how you both acted outside of the other. 

“Also- I’m making a rule. You are not allowed to play as Spain or Barcelona.” 

“Qué? I cannot play for a different team! That is traición!” 

“Is it not betrayal, and it’ll be fun,” you smirked, “I get to beat you with yourself and your best friends!”

Alexia grumbled something annoyed in Catalan under her breath as you both logged in to the game. You picked to play as Barcelona first, so Alexia had to pick a different club to play as. She was whining about it, not wanting to choose any of the options that were her own enemies. 

“If you don’t pick a team, I’m forcing you to play as Real Madrid so we can get started already.” 

You saw the color drain from Alexia’s face at the mere idea of playing as that team. “Never…ever…say that again.” 

You laughed loudly at her seriousness. She grumbled some more before landing on Arsenal, but she insisted it was only because of Mariona, nothing else. 

You made banter easily as you both set up your teams, giving the fans even more adorable content. Your viewer count had skyrocketed once Alexia was introduced, and you assumed word had reached Tumblr and Twitter that Alexia was on a Twitch stream. 

“Okay,” you began as the match kicked off, “Alexia, tell me what you’ve been up to this summer.” 

“Um, I have been working on the Eleven Foundation. We were in Mexico starting un new center.”

“Mhm, and what are the goals of the the foundation?”

You knew what you were doing, of course. Her foundation was one of her favorite things to talk about, and she could do it for hours. It was also a topic she was used to speaking about in English, so it wasn’t difficult for her to get the words out. 

Alexia went on about the goals of the centers she was setting up, how they researched the needs of each community beforehand to properly assist in the correct ways, and what it meant to her to use her platform in this way. 

Of course, her tangents were often interrupted by either you scoring against her, or her making sure Mario was the only one who scored for Arsenal. 

Now that she was warmed up and a little more relaxed, you started a little rapid fire with your other questions. 

“What opponent are you most looking forward to meeting this season?”

“Probably the team I am now, obviously they are very good, with powerful attack and good managers, so I hope we can change our game this time to get a different result if we see them this year.”

“Which of your Barcelona teammates do you think you’ve been able to learn the most from?”

“This is a tie between many…Me, Patri, y Aitana learn a lot together, it makes our midfield so good. But also the younger players, Vicky y Sydney y Esmee…they give a different look–VAMOS MARIO!!!--and they keep me young.”

“Oh come on! That was cheating!” 

“No, amor, that was Espana.”

“Okay, okay, enough playing around, I’m locking in. Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

“I have no idea. No coaching. Maybe an owner or analysis. And my foundation, definitivamente.” 

“If you couldn’t play for Barcelona, what club would you choose to play for?”

“Oh dios mio…nowhere in Europe, I don’t think. I would probably have to move to America. Maybe to New York with Esther? But I would not be happy about it, no.”

“Would you have broken up with me if I was a Real Madrid fan?”

“I would not spoke to you.” 

“Wow, Alexia! That’s rude.”

“I’m joking. Half joking. Un cuarto joking.”

“You aren’t joking at all.”

“No.”

You managed to get Aitana a goal against Alexia, leading to more groaning and complaining from her. “You’re so dramatic Ale!” 

“I am not. You score against me with my own teammate. Rude.” 

“I’m just using my assets to the best of their abilities, babe.” 

“El que sigui.”

“Right, right…alright! Let’s take some questions from the chat during halftime here…let’s see…” you leaned over to read the chat easier, scanning for questions that weren’t inappropriate or trolling. 

“Someone asked your favorite stadium to play in?”

“Camp Nou, duh.” 

“Of course, that’s an obvious one. What else…someone asked the best thing you learned from your knee injury?”

“Um, believing in myself. And working hard. It was difficult, si, but the most rewarding. And I learned to get help from mi familia y mi amigas…y mi novia..” 

You smiled like dorks at each other, momentarily oblivious to the explosion in the chat at her adorable confession. You were eventually able to tear your eyes from hers, albeit reluctantly, back to the chat. A few more rapid fire questions later and you could tell her brain was nearing it’s end with all of the English. 

“Okay, we’re going to end by playing out a penalty shootout while you answer one last round of questions, vale?”

“Vale. I will win.” 

“Sure, babe.” 

Once you both had your five players picked, you wasted no time. 

“Why did you pick 11?”

“My papa picked it when I was little.”

“Favorite coffee?”

“Plain hot latte.”

“Favorite Barcelona kit?”

“Um…wait..” 

“Time’s ticking…”

“NO MARIO ESA NO ES LA PORTEIA.! Oh no, um, the 2020/2021 home kit, I think.”

“Do you like being called La Reina?”

“No, not really” 

“Favorite win?” 

“Champions League in 2021.”

“Would you dye your hair pink again?”

“Never.”

“How do you feel that I just beat you in FIFA?”

She turned to pout at you, placing her controller on the table and crossing her arms. “I did not try.” 

“Right, babe. Right. Well, folks, I’m afraid that’s all we have time for today, I hope you enjoyed this stream and if you did make sure to follow me and all that, you know the deal. Check back on my YouTube channel tomorrow for the full edited version, and come back next week to see my next guest! If you want more Alexia, which I know you do, Barcelona Femeni is currently in season, they play in Liga F and the UEFA Champions League, and she also plays for the Spanish national team—who just won the Nations League, by the way—so be sure to support her in all of that success because she deserves it! As always, I hope this made you smile and I hope you make someone smile today, bye guys!” 

You ended the stream and slumped back in you chair. Alexia immediately leaned forward and rested her forehead on your shoulder. 

“El inglés me hace doler la cabeza,” she deadpanned, the Spanish words muffled into your shirt. You smiled and brought a hand up to thread through her hair as you closed down all the tabs on your various monitors. 

“I’m very proud of you, baby.” 

“Was it good? My English?”

“It was perfecto, mi amor.” 

Seemingly satisfied with that, she got up and dragged you away from your screens, out into the living room and down onto the couch. You knew how Alexia got when she was tired and cuddly, and you knew you weren’t getting out of being used as a personal pillow. 

And yeah, did you spend the two hours she spent napping scrolling through Twitter and grinning to yourself over all of Alexia’s cutest moments from the stream? Maybe you did. And you certainly didn’t look any better smiling stupidly at your laptop as you edited the video the next morning, rewinding over and over again to watch Alexia bite her lip in concentration or glance over to you for reassurance.