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outsideratheart · 21 days

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small fic in the “new team mate” and “labor omnia vincit” universe please?

Moving day (Alexia Putellas x reader)

Since the champions league final things couldn’t have been better for you. When you returned to Barcelona you signed a 5 year extension cementing your future to the club. But not only that, you were giving yourself a chance at a future with Alexia.

Months had passed and your relationship was in a really good place. The two of you were out celebrating your one year anniversary when Alexia brought up the prospect of moving in together.

“You want me to move in with you?” Alexia asked just as you took a sip of your wine causing you to choke on the red liquid.

“Si, no. Yes, do you not want to?”

It was cute how flustered she was getting.

“I would love to. Your place or mine?”

It was a tough decision. Alexia’s apartment was her home, she had lived there for years but your place was bigger, more central and the view from your balcony could take her breath away.

In the end, Alexia makes the decision not to choose.

“Let’s find a place to call ours”

That is how you find yourself in an empty house surrounded by boxes with your girlfriend trying to hook her phone up to the sound system that came with the house.

All of the boxes were labelled in great detail. It’s why when Alexia saw a box with nothing on she became suspicious.

“amor meu”

You and Nala come running in from the garden which Alexia finds strange given that she was almost positive you were in the living room.

“That’s me” you say rather proudly.

Your girlfriend points to the box in front of her and whilst she might not recognise it, you do. It didn’t come from your apartment in Barcelona. It came from your apartment in Lyon.

Alexia got a strong case of Deja vu because just like how she did in the French city, she opened the box to reveal your Balón d’Or amongst your other trophies that she knew you kept in Lyon.

“These are your things from Lyon”

You nod your head as you can see Alexia still wants to say something.

“Why are they here?”

“Because I live here. My life is here now, with you” you walk over to her and close the box. You look her dead in the eye as you say your next words “my ties are here now, to this city, to you. I need to put that in the past and focus of my future”

“Our future” Alexia corrects you before placing a gently kiss to your lips.

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader

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bellawoso · 2 months

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I Know Places

Ona Batlle x fem!reader

You and Ona had always been rivals, whether it was national rivals, or club rivals, you always seemed to end up on opposing sides in women’s rival teams.

England vs Spain. Barcelona vs Lyon. And now Manchester United vs Manchester City. With both you and the Spaniard playing for Manchester teams in the WSL, it allowed for you two to see more of each other and eventually extended your rival status to being friends ever since a bad tackle from the brunette, and a follow on instagram from her later that night.

After some casual chatting and the occasional comment on each other’s instagram posts, the defender soon asked you on a date, you were nervous to say the least, but the date went well and after a few more you were quick to start dating.

Being together for over a year now, and being able to live with each other, your relationship was going well. Escaping the prying eyes of fans and photographers was hard, but you and Ona managed. Together.

Until at the end of the season, over dinner Ona told you about Barcelona’s offer for her, it was no surprise the team wanted her back, Ona was well known for her amazing defending in the WSL, so obviously Barça had their eyes on her.

Although you were happy for her, it still hurt, knowing that there would be a sea keeping you two apart, but the both of you were sure that you could do it.

After she left for Spain, you watched every single one of her matches, and she did the same for you. Even after moving teams, she would still never say the dreaded words of ‘Manchester being blue’, which never failed to make you laugh.

Until a few months later, you recieved a call from your manager wanting to discuss potential transfers, you brushed him off quickly saying how you wanted to stay at Manchester City, until you received an email later that night, with a list of all club offers.

One caught your eye, the club offering you the most money was ironic. Real Madrid.

Barcelona’s biggest rival, Camp Nou selling out every time a Barcelona vs Real Madrid match was scheduled.

You immediately called your manager, telling him to accept Real Madrid’s offer, it was a great team, and you had met a few of their players before.

After speaking to your manager, you wondered how exactly you were going to tell Ona about your transfer in the January window, and settled on a simple phone call to break the news to her.

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Ona was currently at a team bonding night, which were now currently just an excuse to crash at Alexia’s, watch movies and eat all night.

However, recently the brunette had been missing you more than usual, she longed to hold you tight again, and missed the privilege of living with you instead of in a different country.

So when her phone rang, she couldn’t resist waiting until getting home to answer it.

Unbeknown to you, the team already knew about your two’s relationship, after Patri catching Ona watching edits of you, but Ona cut of her teasing by saying ‘She has a right to’, which gave away the fact that you were dating.

“Hola amor” Ona greeted you.

“Hola baby, I have something I need to tell you” you said, your voice sounding serious made Ona sit up straight in her seat, catching the attention of her teammates, who mouthed ‘Que?’ (what?) at her in confusion.

“What’s wrong amor, is everything okay?” Ona asked, worried about your clear state of nervousness.

“No, no nothings wrong Oni, I just thought I would tell you that I’m moving clubs.”

“That’s great, where to amor?” Ona was excited now, the thought of you moving to Barcelona to be with her, like before except this time on the same side for once.

Her teammates had caught on now, excited at the prospect of you joining the team, you were a great central midfielder, Ona offer insisted on watching your games at movie nights if they were live, so many of her teammates were aware of how useful you would be on the team.

“Uh, that’s the thing, promise you wont be mad?”

“Why would I be mad amor? I would never mind wherever you go.” Ona and her teammates were confused now, and Ona was trying to think of the possible clubs you would go to that she would be mad at, however she didn’t realise she was kidding the most obvious one.

Lucy mouthed ‘Lyon’ at her from across the sofa, and most of the girls nodded in agreement.

“Real Madrid.”

“Que?! Real Madrid! Joder!” (What?! Real Madrid! Fuck!)

This caused an outburst amongst her teammates, who were also in just as much shock as Ona about your news.

You let out a laugh at your girlfriend’s antics “Guess we’re rivals again babe”

Your girlfriend only scoffed in response, and you could just imagine the pout on her face as her teammates chatted around her.

“Guess what?” You asked once again.

“Do I really want to know? Is it better news than what I’ve just heard cariño?”

“The first match I play is against you at Camp Nou!” You said excitedly.

Ona only groaned in response.

“I can’t wait to put a few goals past you as well” you said cheekily, as you heard Ona chuckle.

“You wish amor, at least being with me will soothe the sting of your loss against us”

“I’m sure being with you will just be a bonus when we win babe” you replied whilst yawning.

“Are you tired? Go to sleep amor.” Ona said.

“Mhm, I will speak to you in the morning?”

“Sí, buenes noches cariño.”

“Night Oni” you said before hanging up the call.

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Your signing to Real Madrid was successful, although you were sad to leave your City teammates behind, you were looking forward to playing against your girlfriend again.

As much as your girlfriend hated any colour on you apart from red and blue, she had to admit that the white and gold looked good on you, Alexia had given her a firm warning to not let your relationship affect the game, but Ona didn’t need to hear it. There was no way she was letting you win.

———

The game was intense and Barcelona were already 2 goals up thanks to Aitana and Caro, you came on in the 60th minute, returning from a minor muscle injury, ready to make a difference.

The first goal for Real Madrid came from you after only a few minutes on the pitch. Barcelona’s defence were playing high, leaving you able to get past Ona and Ingrid, and then shoot from just outside the box into the top left corner of the net.

Whilst celebrating with your teammates, you caught eyes of your girlfriend, sending her a subtle wink and a smirk, and she returned with a scoff and a shake of her head.

She could not let you past her again.

In the 80th minute, Olga passed the ball to you allowing you to begin running up the wing, however as you were about to send a cross into the box, your legs were swept from under you, your head hitting the ground leaving a ringing in your ears.

Your ankle ached, and the harsh shrill of the whistle only worsened your growing headache.

“Come on amor, get up for me por favor.” You rolled onto your back to reveal Ona stood above you, worry evident all over her face, until in contorted to one of guilt for hurting you.

However at seeing your girlfriend you forgot all about the foul she just committed on you, and instead sent her a toothy grin, which she chuckled at, before helping you up and whispering a quick apology into your ear.

Ona accepted her yellow-card graciously, and you were awarded with a free kick, which you stepped up to take.

The free kick went just where you wanted it, and immediately found the head of Caicedo, to which she slotted it into the bottom corner, running straight to you to celebrate.

With Barcelona’s recent winnings, the evened out score was unexpected, and it was obvious that many Barça players were getting annoyed, resulting in more dirtier challenges, mainly directed at you.

The game went on into extra time, the referee choosing to give 13 minutes, however it didn’t take long for you to help your team find the back of Barcelona’s net once again, nutmegging your fellow English teammate Lucy, and passing it to Raso, who was able to tap the ball into the goal to put Real Madrid in the lead.

After 4 more minutes of defending from your team, the final whistle blew.

3-2 to Real Madrid, in a sold out Camp Nou stadium.

The win was unexpected after the long list of defeats Madrid has had from Barça, as your teammates went to celebrate with fans, you instead sprinted to your girlfriend who was stood with a defeated look on her face whilst talking to Aitana, Lucy and Keira.

As much as you wanted to hug and pepper your girlfriend in kisses, the fans and cameras would catch it, so instead you settled on shaking her hand and politely asking for a jersey swap with her.

When you successfully retrieved your girlfriend’s jersey, you told her and the others ‘good game’ and told Ona you would meet her at her car, before running off to celebrate with fans.

After signing what seemed like the hundredth jersey, and taking the thousandth picture, you retreated back to the locker room, and got a quick shower before getting dressed.

Your teammates asked you to go to a bar in Barcelona with the Barça team, it was sweet how they all still wanted to celebrate with each other no matter the outcome of the game.

———

You got ready at Ona’s house after she drove the two of you there with a hand on your thigh the entire journey home.

After the two of you were ready, and after you had to push your girlfriend off you for the 8th time she tried to keep you home by attempting to persuade you with repeatedly shoving her tongue down your throat, you eventually got to the bar, only an hour late.

The adrenaline still coursing through your veins combined with the shots and drinks you had drank with your teammates, supplied you with the confidence to saunter over to your girlfriend, and sit down in her lap.

Most of the Barça team had chosen to lay of the drinks, they hadn’t won and so didn’t really feel like celebrating too heavily.

This meant that your sober girlfriend quickly noticed your tipsy state and laughed as you sent her a toothy grin, finding her lap very comfortable.

However, as your sweet pecks on her cheeks turned to you trying to now shove your tongue down her throat, the Spaniard was fast to push you back, leaving you pouting whilst waiting for her reason.

“Amor, people could see, remember?”

You replied with a huff and a simple “I don’t care!” And the continued your assault on her neck, to which she pulled you off her lap completely, leaving you whining at the loss of contact.

“Amor, not here!” Ona scolded playfully.

“I know places baby, no one would see!”

Ona only shook her head at your statement, she was not going to go any further than kissing whilst you weren’t 100% sober.

“We should probably get back, I want you to spend your last day tomorrow with me instead of hungover in bed amor”

As drunk as you were, you registered Ona’s words and agreed with her, so you let the brunette defender lead you to her car, as she took you back to hers.

———

You did not remember much from last night, your splitting headache and sore limbs only an indication of how much you had to drink last night before Ona took you home.

You reached for your phone, and were shocked to see thousands of notifications from instagram.

Opening the app, you only laughed in response to what you saw, the candid photo someone had taken was beautiful and captured the love both you and Ona felt for each other.

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y/n yl/n and ona batlle spotted at bar in barcelona last night.

liked by user1, user2 and 68,783 others.

comments:

user1: they’re so cute together

user2: rivals?! I want this now!

user3: stop this is so funny- the fact they’ve only ever been on rival teams.

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although it was nice hidden, i guess it’s now time for the world to know your mine

tagged: onabatlle

comments:

onabatlle: amor, te amo ❤️

mapileon: I guess I can tolerate a *gag* Madrid player for Ona.

-> ingridengen: Mapi! Be nice.

user4: and they were rivals…

user5: them casually making out in a bar after Madrid defeated Barça is my Roman Empire 😭

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#Spotify #barcelona femeni #barcelona femeni x reader #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #aitana bonmati #mapi leon #mapi león #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #lucy bronze #keira walsh #alexia putellas

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alexiaput3llas · 4 months

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Game of Love/ Alexia Putellas x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but fluff. Maybe one swear word

Author: So this is my first time writing, because I always wanted to try it and I have to say I´m a vey slow writer but it is a lot of fun. Also english is not my first language anyways enjoy (-;

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You barely get nervous, but here you are. You're about to head out to the pitch. It is the Champions League final 2024, and Barcelona is facing none other than the mighty Lyon. But this Barcelona is different from the ones that lost to Lyon before. This Barcelona is determined to win.

You get pulled out of your thoughts by a familiar hand on your shoulder. You recognize that touch among billions, and her scent will forever be your favorite. Alexia and you have been dating for four years.

You signed to Barcelona 6 Years ago and Alexia and you immediately clicked. You became friends with her on instant and after some time you started to devolve a small huge crush on her. What you didn’t realize that she felt the same, but after a night out with the team to celebrate your Copa de la Reina victory, where everyone, including Alexia, drank a bit too much, things between you and her got really heated and after some shameless flirting on both sides, grinding on each other on the dance floor and some more drinks, you found yourself the next morning in an unfamiliar hotel room with brown hair sprawled everywhere. You couldn´t help but admire her and hoped that also for her this was not only a one night stand. So after she woke up, you both got to talk and finally admitted your feelings for each other.

And here you are now, facing your lover, who only for you breaks her serious game face, which, in your opinion, is one of the most attractive things in the world, into an encouraging smile. "Are you ready, mi amor?" Alexia, of course, notices your nervous state. "You don't have to be nervous, okay? We are a different team now, and you have the season of your life." It is true; you have the season of your life and have already won the league. "Thanks, baby, I really needed that." She nods, gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, on your nose, your right cheek, your left cheek, and finally, your lips.

You can't help the butterflies that erupt in your stomach, and you smile into the kiss. "Break it up, lovebirds, will ya!" Mapi chuckles behind you. You break away from Alexia's soft lips, giggle, and hug your girlfriend. "I love you," you mumble in her neck. "And I love you more." She steps out of your embrace and kisses the top of your head. Just about when you wanted to protest that you love her more, she shuts you up with one final kiss to your lips and eventually takes her spot to lead out the team.

The game couldn't start any worse. In the third minute of the game, Ada Hegerberg scored a beauty, leaving Cata Coll no chance. In the 20th minute, it was 2:0 Lyon, thanks to Van de Donk. Only 5 minutes afterward, Ada Hegerberg scored her second goal of the evening, and it was 3:0. You immediately got flashbacks to Turin 2 years ago, but you had to shake these thoughts out of your head. Lyon presses high, and Barcelona was lucky not to concede any more goals. The ref blew the halftime whistle, and both teams headed to the changing rooms.

Everyone's heads hang low. I sit at my cubby talking with Aitana about strategies when I feel a presence next to me. It was Alexia, who immediately joined our conversation to outline the game. She placed one hand on my thigh and gave it a few encouraging squeezes. Jonathan came in: “Chicas, nothing is lost yet. We all know what we're capable of, and if anyone can turn the game around, it's Barca. Vamos!”. "VAMOS!" Everyone in the changing room knew that this game was not over, and with new hope and confidence, we headed out to the pitch to start the second half.

And with confidence, we played. We started the second half way better, and after only ten minutes, after an amazing pass from Alexia, Aitana could find the back of the net. And that was all we needed.

A corner kick, Mariona made it 3:2.

Alexia passed the ball to you, and you began to run down the field, suddenly having a lot of open space. Just as you were about to shoot, you felt some cleats colliding with your ankle, making you stumble to the ground in pain. Your ankle throbbed, and not long after, the medics arrived.

At the same time, Alexia shoved Ada, who made the tackle. "You could've hurt her. That has to be a fucking card!" Ada shoved Alexia back and growled, "I didn't fucking touch her. She fell to the ground because of nothing." Just as Alexia was about to respond, with what would have definitely been a hard push, Mapi grabbed her. "Ale, calm down. Let her go! Y/N needs you more. She isn't worth it." With one last angry glare at Ada, Alexia made its way to you. "Mi amor, are you okay?" "Peachy," you responded. "Is it bad?" Alexia mumbled to the physios. "No, it's alright. She's alright to continue to play."

The tackle was rewarded with a free kick, which Alexia easily slotted into the top left corner. You ran to her, and all gathered in a big hug. "Freaking yes, Baby. What a goal!" You gave her a secret kiss on her neck.

With now only 5 more minutes left on the clock, everything hurt. But you couldn't just give up. You sprinted to recover a ball and sent it to Patri, who dribbled around one Lyon Player and passed it back to you. And you did what you can do best. Shoot. You just took the shot. And…

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!" Everyone was screaming from the top of their lungs. Your shot probably won Barca the Champions League. With only a few minutes left, Barcelona did everything they could to defend their lead, and that was what you did. Throwing in every ball, running even though it hurt.

The whistle blew. Barcelona had done it. You are the champions of Europe once again. You sank to your knees, overwhelmed with emotions. You soon locked eyes with those sparkling hazel eyes, and a beaming smile made its way across your face, as does it with Alexia. You made your way over to her and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so proud of, Ale," you mumbled into her neck. "And I'm so unbelievably proud of you, mi amor. That goal was a beauty." You chuckled. "It still feels surreal. I mean, we won it now for the third time, but I never get tired of it." You looked up at her, and the desire to just kiss her grew inside of you. The way her eyes sparkled, her teeth-showing smile, and a look of adoration towards you only intensifies it.

Without hesitation, you fulfill your desire and press your lips against Alexia's. The taste of victory is sweeter than any championship, and in that moment, the world disappears around you. The cheers from the stadium, the flashing cameras, and the ecstatic teammates fade into the background, leaving only you and Alexia, lost in the celebration of your shared triumph.

Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against hers, breathing in sync as the magnitude of the moment sinks in. The elation, the relief, and the sheer joy are palpable, and you can't help but grin. "We did it," you whisper, more to yourself than to Alexia, as if saying it out loud would make the reality even more concrete.

"We did," she replies, her voice filled with a mix of happiness and disbelief. "I knew you'd make a difference, but that last goal..." She trails off, shaking her head in amazement.

The team gathers around, enveloping both of you in a collective embrace. Laughter, cheers, and the occasional tear of happiness mingle as you bask in the glory of the victory. Champagne bottles pop open, and the sparkling liquid showers everyone, marking the end of a long and challenging journey.

Amidst the jubilation, you steal a moment alone with Alexia. Hand in hand, you slip away from the chaos and find a quiet corner of the stadium. The echo of cheers becomes a distant hum as you lean against a railing, gazing out at the pitch where the triumph unfolded. She pushed you gently against the wall and kissed you softly, with so much love. After a few minutes, you broke apart and rested your foreheads together.

"It's incredible, isn't it?" Alexia murmurs, her eyes reflecting the shimmering lights of the stadium. "All those years of hard work, the setbacks, the victories, and now... this." She gestures to the field below, still alive with the energy of the recently concluded match.

You nod, a profound sense of accomplishment settling in your chest. "And to think it all started with that Copa de la Reina celebration."

Alexia chuckles, her hand finding yours. "A night we'll never forget."

And with that, you join your teammates again for the celebrations.

You knew that whatever will happen on the pitch, you would always have a safe place off the pitch.

Alexia

#alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #woso community #woso fanfics #woso one shot

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futbol16 · 1 year

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MASTERLIST

WOSO

Alexia Putellas

La Reina’s Reina

Red Sweat

Like Ale

Stay Put Humming Helps Mi Corazón

La Reina’s Guardian

Back From Lyon

Those Three Letters You Can

Soccer Moms

Irresistible Lips

I Can’t Reach!

I’m Okay Amor Stay Down

Icepack

What Happened?

Where does it not hurt

Happy New Year

Not In Front Of Me!

I’m Proud Of You

Cálmate

I’m Not Shy So Shy

Only One

Alexia Jr Mi Hermana

Stop That

Me and the Devil

I Protect

Last Door

Lost Chance Why Her?

It’s Silly Tell Them Your Truth

Mapi León

(Stay Put Humming Helps Mi Corazón )

( What Happened? )

( Not In Front Of Me!)

Please

Cláudia Pina

Just tell her!

(Soccer Moms)

It’s Silly Tell Them Your Truth

Irene Paredes

Mi Vida

Fridolina Rolfö

She’s Not Done!

Princess Charming Make The First Move

Lucy Bronze

( I Promised My baby sister Wildest Dreams )

Lovebirds

Ana-Maria Crnogorcevic

You’ve Got It

Just an FYI

Bruna Vilamala

Did or Do?

Jana Fernández

We Don’t Need Music

Nuria Rabano

Only Five Hours

Aitana Bonmatí

A Damn Beast My Tana

Keira Walsh

Protector

Geyse da Silva Ferreira

You and Her Only You

Barcelona Femení

(Rio Manuela Little Bird ) Where’s Rio?

As your Captain

Your Four Tigers La Princesa

Looking For Comfort

We Go Get Her

Always

Hot Chocolate Our sister / No Marshmallows

Bebita

Lost her?

Ona Batlle

Mark My Words

You Can Smile?

Closer

Leah Williamson

I Promised My baby sister Wildest Dreams

Euros Icons

The other Williamson

No Reason

Ella Toone

Like a Red Flag to a Bull

Alessia Russo

Isn’t Enough

ENGWNT/ England Lionesses

Rio Manuela Little Bird

Don’t Listen To Them

Who’s Loss All For You

Jill Roord

Not today Roord

Laura Wienroither

And-

Sophia Smith

Favorite American

Giovana Queiroz

Make a Move

Misa Rodríguez

Why Her?

Steph Catley

I Miss You

#woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader #futbol16

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notasfilosoficas · 2 months

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“He aquí mi secreto, que no puede ser más simple: sólo con el corazón se puede ver bien; lo esencial es invisible a los ojos”

El principito

Es una novela corta y también la obra más famosa del escritor y aviador francés Antoine de Saint-Exupéry publicada en abril de 1943.

El Principito, es el libro en francés más leído y más traducido, con más de doscientos cincuenta idiomas y dialectos incluyendo la escritura braille, y uno de los más vendidos a nivel mundial, con más de 140 millones de ejemplares en todo el mundo.

El Principito está considerado como un libro infantil por la forma en que está redactado, sin embargo, en realidad es que se trata de una crítica de la edad adulta, en la que se tratan temas profundos como el sentido de la vida, la soledad, el amor, la perdida y la amistad.

El Principito es un cuento poético, en el que se narra la historia de un piloto perdido en el desierto del Sahara en donde, después de sufrir una avería, es ahí a donde conoce a un pequeño príncipe proveniente de otro planeta. La historia tiene una temática filosófica, en donde se tratan temas profundos, desde la perspectiva de extrañeza con la que los adultos ven las cosas.

Antoine Saint-Exupéry (su autor), nació en Lyon Francia en junio de 1900, quedó huérfano de padre a la edad de 4 años y fue criado en un entorno femenino de una familia aristocrática de la ciudad de Lyon, en donde su madre trabajaba como enfermera.

En 1917, terminó su bachillerato en un colegio marista en Suiza y se hizo piloto cuando estaba cumpliendo su servicio militar a la edad de 21 años.

Saint_Exupéry, fue ganador de varios de los principales premios literarios de Francia, y piloto aviador en la Segunda Guerra Mundial, ilustró el manuscrito mientras se encontraba exiliado en los Estados Unidos tras la batalla de Francia.

Vivió en Concordia Argentina y allí fue en donde conoció a su esposa, la millonaria salvadoreña Consuelo Suncin, quien era también escritora y artista.

Su unión matrimonial duró 15 años, y fue una relación muy turbulenta por la profesión de piloto aviador en la compañía Aeroposta, en donde su fama como escritor, y su bohemia y múltiples infidelidades los distanciaba, pero a la vez los reencontraba en momentos de gran felicidad. De hecho la rosa en el principito, se dice es un homenaje a su esposa. Su infidelidad y dudas acerca del matrimonio se ven simbolizadas por el campo de flores que se encuentra el pequeño príncipe en la tierra. Sin embargo, la rosa es especial, porque es a ella a quien realmente quiere.

Saint-Exupéry muere en un accidente de avión a la edad de 44 años, se especula pudo haber sido derribado por un caza alemán piloteado por el joven aspirante Robert Heichele, muerto más tarde en Francia.

En septiembre de 1988, un pescador encontró, a casi un kilómetro de la isla de Riou, una pulsera de plata con la identidad de Saint-Exupéry, con su nombre y el de su esposa, y en mayo del 2000, un buzo encontró los restos de una aeronave P-38 Lighting, esparcidos en el fondo del mar cerca de donde fue hallado el brazalete.

Fuente: Wikipedia.

#cuentos #frases de cuentos #citas de la vida #notasfilosoficas #citas de reflexion #frases de escritores #frases celebres

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hacked-by-jake · 7 months

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Happy birthday HBJ!!! I wish you the best your life!! Have a good time on your birthday, you deserve it ✨✨✨

Lyon!! Thank you sooooo much for sending this message. It means a lot to me. I'm very grateful. 🥹 And the same goes for you. You only deserve the best and I hope that life still holds a lot of good for you. You're wonderful! 💚

#lyon amore #Thank you a lot!! <3 #not dw #personal #hbj answers #<3<3<3<3<3

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mishanym · 1 year

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To continue my convo about coffee with Nymos..

In the end, Jake always managed to be sweet..💙💙

#duskwood jake #duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood everbyte #duskwood jake x mc #nymos chat #nymos #duskwood nymos #nymos ai #nym 0s ai #nym 0s ai chat #nym 0s chat #nym-0s #nym-0s ai chat #lyon amore #lyon-amore

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witchwitha-b · 2 years

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I showed my friend your memes and she loved it!! 😆

Oh my god 😱😱😱

I'm really happy that she enjoyed them! I haven't done new ones in a while maybe I will go back to that😂😂🤭 But I'm really happy about that!

A lot of love goes out to you and your friend!✨✨

She needs it especially after the ending 😂😂

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invisiblequeen · 4 months

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For @havenroyals "Too Hot To Handle" Casting Call: Menodora Lyon, The Mermaid

(pictured here in her swimwear)

Age: Young Adult

Traits: Sun Child, Amorous, Thrill-Seeking, Competitive, Language Savant

SKILLS:

Charisma: 4

Singing: 9

Cooking: 5

Herbalism: 6

Romance: 7

S*xpertise: 4

Aspiration: Siren's Song

Hailing from the icy waters of Simartica, Menodora Lyon, a self-proclaimed "wanderer," has charmed her way through many lands, from the dreary mist of Forgotten Hollow to the humid shores of Tartosa. The stories she could tell you of her time around the globe would take days to get through, if you want the juicy details. Her humble abode, currently on the coast of Sulani, holds souvenirs of all her travels, while her tongue holds the languages of the spots she stayed at the longest.

But for all she's found, she's never found love.

Passion, yes. Pleasure, in abundance. But never love. It would require her to stay in one place, with one person, long enough to trust them. The older she gets, the more she longs for it. Which is why she has pushed herself to take on this challenge. Money is the least of her motivations. She wants a CHALLENGE. She wants to make a connection worth more than all the treasures she's dug up through SimWorld. She wants a souvenir that never breaks, a language shared between soulmates, and a story of happily ever after.

And when she does, she's going to ROCK. HER. SOUL. MATE'S. WORLD.

(private DL)

#ththchallenge #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims4 #simblr #n0bodysims #sims challenge #sims 4 cas #oc: menodora lyon

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women-are-hot · 2 years

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Up All Night (Alexia Putellas)

Summary: alexia and y/n celebrating their anniversary.

Warnings: only fluff, mention of smut tho.

Note: one of my fave fics i’ve written on wattpad :)

I woke up in the arms of my girlfriend. It felt really nice to finally be waking up in her arms again.

I have been playing for Lyon for 2 seasons and Alexia has been playing for Barcelona since forever, so we haven't seen each other that much, only at national camps or when we had a few days off to go see each other.

Now I have been waking up in her arms for a month, because I’ve been getting a contract with Barcelona again.

I missed Lyon a bit, because that has been my home for almost 3 years, but now I’m home, because wherever Alexia is, that’s my home.

Today is actually Alexia and I’s 3 years anniversary. We’re not going to do something crazy, just go out bowling and eat some good food.

We have actually not talked about it yet, but I think a nice dinner doesn't hurt anyone.

—

I tried to ignore the sunlight coming through the windows, cause I just wanted to sleep more, but my lovely girlfriend had other plans as she decided to tickle me which she knows I absolutely hate.

“Ale stop!” I said as I tried to stop her, but she was just way stronger and rolled us around, so she was on top of me, looking at me with her beautiful hazel eyes that I could get lost in for hours.

"What do you want me to stop, mi amor? Do you want me to stop tickling you or do you want me to stop being in control as I know you love" Alexia whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

"Well, I love you like this, but please stop tickling me, babe" I responded with an innocent smile.

Alexia then got off me, but still held me in her arms.

"Do you wanna hear what I dreamed about last night?" she asked me with a smirk.

"Yeah, why not?" I answered, giving her all my attention.

Alexia then came closer to me and rubbed me up and down my waist.

"I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist and you screaming my name, so the whole neighborhood could hear it," she said and began to kiss my neck.

"Lex-" Alexia stopped me before I even began "-I want to mark you all over”

I shivered once again.

"Maybe later" I moaned as I enjoyed her kissing my neck.

Then she stopped kissing my neck and just looked at me.

She looked me deep in my eyes and brushed some hair from my face.

“You’re so beautiful. Love you so much, hermosa” she mumbled into my neck, kissing it softly and gentle.

"I love you too, querida” I replied.

Alexia kissed me on my lips and took me even closer into her body.

—

After a nice hour with cuddling, we decided to make some breakfast.

"I'm making a fruit salad. You can make the smoothie" Alexia said.

"Okay, boss” I replied with a laugh which just made Alexia roll her eyes at me.

“I'm making one with banana, strawberries and blueberry. Is that fine?" I asked her.

"It’s perfect” she answered and kissed me on the cheek.

I blushed a bit, but enough to make Alexia notice.

“You know, I love that I’m still able to make you look like a tomato even after 3 years together” she said and smiled big at me.

I blushed even harder and Alexia just laughed at me.

She then took her arms around me from behind.

"Cutie" she said, kissing my shoulder as I was cutting the fruits.

After I was done with the smoothie, Alexia was still holding her arms around me, so I relaxed against her and played a bit with her hands.

Alexia kissed my head and then went back to making the fruit salad.

I put the plates and cups on the table and made some coffee for us.

When we were ready we sat down at the table with our cute matching pajamas that Alexia had recently bought for us.

"What do you want to do today, Y/n/n?" Alexia asked me.

I then began to think about what we could do.

"We are obviously going out for dinner" I started saying and Alexia nodded as she drank some of her coffee.

"Maybe we could go out bowling or go watch a movie in the cinema" Alexia said.

"What if we do both?!" I replied with a cheesy smile.

"Okay, let's do it then" she said as she gave my hand a kiss.

That's how the breakfast went. We talked about the day while we ate the food we had made.

—

Alexia and I took on some more nice clothes, even if our pajamas were so freaking cool.

We then drove to the cinema, because we thought that we should do that first before bowling, since we would probably become very competitive against each other.

We decided to watch the new James Bond movie.

It was a really good movie, even if I got a shock sometimes

"You literally kicked the person in front of you" Alexia said as we were driving to the bowling hall.

"It is not my fault that I got scared!" I replied and we just ended up laughing at it.

After almost 2 hours of bowling, we were done and the last hour we ended up fighting over who won, but I actually won, but Alexia is just such a bad loser. I'm bad too, but not as bad as her!

We were now walking down the street, trying to find a restaurant.

"You're a bad loser" I said and laughed at Alexia.

"Shut up or I'm going to beat your ass," she replied seriously.

I just continued to laugh at her.

"Yeah, good luck with that" I said and laughed my ass off once again.

Alexia just rolled her eyes, she couldn't do anything here, but she would for sure when we got home.

—

We had found a nice place to eat, where we could watch the ocean when we looked to the left.

It was very beautiful!

We waited for our food and then Alexia took my hand in hers.

"It's really beautiful" I said as I looked at the ocean.

"Not as beautiful as you, amor" Alexia said and smirked, knowing I would blush at her comment.

And she guessed right, I blushed like hell.

It was so embarrassing, cause the waiter asked me if i was okay, cause my face was so red.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied with a smile.

Alexia was almost dying of laughter, when the waiter walked away.

"Omg stop" I said as I took my head in my hands.

—

That was how the night went.

Alexia tried to embarrass me and I just blushing and hearing her laugh.

It was still an amazing night!

We were now driving home to our house.

"I hope you had an amazing day” Alexia said and took my hand in hers, when she drove home.

"I had one of the best nights in my life" I responded and kissed her cheek.

Alexia then suddenly smirked at me and licked her lips.

"The night is not done yet. I remember you said earlier that I couldn't beat your ass" she teased.

I just rolled my eyes and got ready for the long night to come.

—

So when we went home, Alexia pushed be against the door as soon as we were inside and kissed me down my neck, teasing me once again.

Yeah, the night was far from done!..

#woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader #espwnt x reader #espwnt imagines #espwnt imagine #alexia putellas imagines #alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso #gxg

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