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pretty, pretty, please

alexia putellas x reader

The first month after giving birth was a whirlwind. A constant, exhausting rollercoaster of emotions. Every time you looked at your baby girl, a wave of overwhelming love would wash over you. You felt like the luckiest woman alive. Watching Alexia interact with her filled you with a sense of calm and happiness. It was truly a scene out of a fairytale.

But the reality of your changed body was a stark contrast to this idyllic picture. Your body was still recovering, and looking in the mirror was an agonizing experience. The stretch marks that marred your belly were a constant reminder of the changes you had undergone. You felt a deep sense of loss for the body you once knew, and you desperately tried to hide it from Alexia.

Despite your struggles, Alexia was an unwavering source of support. "How's the best mommy doing?" "You're so beautiful, mi amor." "Good morning, princess." Her daily compliments were a lifeline, preventing your self-esteem from completely crumbling.

One evening, after a particularly challenging day, you finally opened up to her. "What's wrong, mi amor?" she asked gently.

Even though you knew she would be understanding, you hesitated. "Do you... do you love me?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Alexia looked at you, bewildered. "Of course I do."

You knew she loved you, but you needed reassurance, a deeper confirmation. "I mean... physically. Do you still find me attractive?"

Alexia's face softened. "Of course I do. I love every single part of you. I'm just... I'm so afraid of hurting you. I know you're still recovering, and I don't want to do anything that might cause you discomfort."

"It's not about you," you explained, your voice catching. "You've been incredible. I know you're being extra gentle, and I appreciate it more than you know. It's just... I don't like looking at myself. I hate these stretch marks."

Alexia bit her lip, feeling a pang of sadness for you. "Amor..." she began, searching for the right words. "What's wrong with them? What don't you like about them?"

You touched your shirt, hesitant to reveal the source of your distress. "They're so big and noticeable. I'd think they're beautiful on someone else, but on me..." you trailed off, unable to articulate your feelings.

Alexia reached out, her hand hovering near your stomach. "You don't have to show me, love. Don't feel pressured."

"I just... I want to feel beautiful again," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

Alexia gently pulled you closer. "Listen to me," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. Your body is a masterpiece, a testament to the incredible strength and resilience of a woman who brought life into this world. You created a human being, and your body underwent extraordinary changes to make that possible. It's not just a body; it's a vessel of life, a symbol of your incredible power. You deserve love and compassion, even when you don't feel it for yourself."

Her words washed over you, offering a glimmer of hope. You looked at her, your eyes glistening. "I love you," you murmured, kissing her softly.

As you pulled apart, you took a deep breath and slowly lifted your shirt, revealing your stomach. Alexia's breath caught in her throat. She looked at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and tenderness.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Every inch of you is perfect."

You could see the sincerity in her eyes, the genuine admiration she felt for your body, despite the stretch marks. It was a powerful reminder that beauty came in all shapes and sizes, and that your body, though changed, was still uniquely yours, still worthy of love and appreciation.

Alexia reached out, her touch feather-light as she gently traced the lines on your stomach. "You did something incredible, mi amor. You brought our daughter into the world. You endured pain and discomfort, and you emerged stronger and more beautiful than ever before. I admire you beyond words."

Her words, coupled with her gentle touch, began to soothe the ache in your heart. You felt a sense of peace wash over you, a quiet acceptance of your new reality.

Your body was different, yes, but it was still yours. And with Alexia by your side withyour sweet baby girl, loving you unconditionally, you knew you would learn to love it too.

This experience deepened your understanding of yourself and your relationship with Alexia. It taught you to appreciate the strength and resilience of the female body, and to embrace the changes that come with motherhood.

And as you lay in Alexia's arms, feeling her gentle kisses on your skin, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey, a journey filled with love.

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i don't want to call it off, but you don't want to call it love

pairing: alexia putellas x ofc

summary: alexia has to choose between her sanity and the girl she's in love with

warnings: ana is cheating on her boyfriend with alexia. angst no happy ending. no part two.

masterlist // I do not take requests

She was beautiful. Alexia was always hit with that realisation whenever they met, but now, under the morning sun in their favourite bunch spot, she can't stop staring at her. Ana is yet to make eye contact with her, though.

"He asked me to marry him," she dropped the bomb. The food turned to ash in Alexia's mouth.

"What did you say?" she asked, her voice small, far away from the feared captain she was. She wasn't sure why she asked, she knew the answer already.

"I said yes." Ana finally looks up, dark eyes meeting Alexia's through her eyelashes. "But it doesn't mean anything has to change between us..."

Alexia shook her head, leaving her cutlery on the table.

She had met Ana a year earlier, during one of those boring fundraisers she had been invited by the club. Politicking wasn't her favourite thing to do in the world, but it was necessary for her job. Ana was the girlfriend of one of the directives she was meant to be polite too, the prettiest thing in the room.

It was easy, to fall in love with her. Sporadic meeting over brunch and night when Ana's boyfriend was away from work. Alexia was risking her reputation every day, the illicit affair consuming her life outised of football.

But Ana was too worried about her own reputation to really commit. Maybe it was Alexia's fault, for falling for a taken woman, but she hadn't been able to help it.

Ana would not let her heterosexual life go, to the point Alexia could not keep going.

"But it does change things," refused Alexia. "You're choosing him again."

"I... you know it's complicated." Ana lowered her head again.

"I love you, Ana. But it's complicated for me too. I have a team to lead, and I can't be looking over my shoulder trying to keep my affair secret." Alexia dropped a few bills on the table. "I want to be in love in peace. An I hope you find that peace with him."

Alexia got up and picked her coat.

"I love you too," tried Ana.

"But it's not enough for you," replied Alexia, turning away to leave.

The sun of Barcelona warmed her face. Alexia put her hands on her pockets and walked away.

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The Last Christmas

alexia putellas x reader x child - short angst with no happy ending (sorry </3)

The rain fell in sheets as Alexia walked away from your building, her heart heavy with sorrow. Inside, you fought back tears, trying to distract your four-year-old daughter, Miriam, who clung to you, her small body trembling.

You had been so hesitant to introduce Alexia to Miriam, fearing the inevitable pain of a breakup. But Alexia had been incredible, a loving and patient presence in your daughter's life. She had promised to always protect and cherish Miriam, and she had kept her word.

Now, as Alexia was about to leave, she explained to Miriam that their lives were changing, but their love for each other would remain. The child's innocent embrace broke Alexia's heart, as she realized the depth of their bond.

The decision to end your relationship had been painful, but necessary. You both knew that staying together would only prolong the suffering. As Alexia left the next morning, Christmas morning actually, she carried with her a piece of your heart.

The rain continued to pour, mirroring the sadness that had settled over your home. In that moment of pure sadness, you vowed to never again risk your daughter's heart by introducing another girlfriend to her. It was a drastic decision, yes, but Alexia had been unique, a love like no other, and her absence left an enduring void.

Alexia left and she took with her every single love promise you had in you.

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Like A Christmas Movie

alexia putellas x reader

And then, she saw you. You saw her as well.

After nearly three years apart, you were face-to-face with the love of your life. She looked absolutely stunning, just as you remembered. Your heart settled when you caught her shy smile. It had always been one of your greatest weaknesses.

You returned the smile, your heart nearly melting as you witnessed her grin widen further. Deciding to approach her, you didn’t realize how tense Alexia felt as you drew closer. Even after all this time, that familiar nervousness lingered.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You studied her features intently: her enchanting hazel eyes, the blush on her cheeks contrasting with her olive skin, her charming freckles. Her brown roots peeked just above her ears, a stark reminder of how she used to be brunette when you last parted. While you were away, she had turned blonde, and now, with her roots showing, the two of you unexpectedly reunited in her life.

After a few moments of light conversation, an awkward silence fell between you. You didn’t want to let her go, but words escaped you both. Fortunately, her sister Alba burst out of a nearby shop, calling for you excitedly and enveloping you in a tight hug.

“Alba, be careful!” Alexia laughed, but you waved her off, too happy to complain.

“How’s everything?! I’ve missed you!”

The warmth you felt from Alba's enthusiasm filled your heart. You were unsure how she had managed to pull you along for their outing, but you were grateful. With Alba being the social butterfly she was, she led most of the conversation, while you occasionally caught Alexia stealing glances, making you feel both comfortable and anxious.

You knew you were in deep when you made Alexia laugh. It felt like old times. You spent the entire afternoon together, laughter and conversation filling the void of three long years.

“Why don’t you come over to our mom’s house? She’d be thrilled to see you!”

You looked at Alexia, who remained silent but wore a genuine smile. And so, that’s how you found yourself back at your ex-mother-in-law’s house.

Eli greeted you with overwhelming warmth, almost in tears from her joy. “Oh, sweet girl, I’ve missed you so much!”

Alexia carried a hint of discomfort in that moment, and so did you. You had ended the romantic relationship, and with it, your connection to her family had faded too. Initially, you maintained contact, but it evaporated over time.

Hours flew by, and eventually, Eli convinced you to stay the night.

By 3 AM, you found yourself in Eli’s spacious home, unable to sleep. Quietly venturing into the kitchen for a midnight snack, you stumbled upon Alexia doing the same. She jumped at the sight of you, clearly startled to see anyone awake at that hour.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, feeling awkward.

She instinctively rubbed her shoulder where she had bumped the counter while flinching. Concerned, you gently touched her shoulder, and in that moment, time seemed to freeze as your eyes locked.

“Are you okay?” you asked softly.

She nodded, her gaze dropping momentarily as she licked her bottom lip—a small action you couldn’t help but notice.

Her hand met yours, trembling slightly.

“Are you sure?” you pressed.

“Yes,” she said, though her voice lacked conviction.

“Then why are you shaking?”

“My shoulder hurts a bit, but I’m fine.”

“May I take a look?”

“Sure.”

You gently pushed her pajama top aside to reveal a reddened area on her shoulder, not too swollen, but enough to concern you. You quickly retrieved some ice from the fridge and placed it gently on her shoulder, causing her to shiver.

“Hold this,” you instructed, heading off to grab a blanket. Alexia felt at ease in your presence, evident in the way she gazed at you.

“Thank you.”

Your hand brushed against her cheek, prompting her to close her eyes, just like she used to when you were together.

“I’m really glad you stayed over.”

“How could I not? It’s always a joy to be with your family.”

Alexia beamed, her happiness palpable. One thing she cherished in your relationship was the bond you shared with her family.

“Blonde suits you, though I see you’re starting to return to your natural color,” you remarked, eager to keep the conversation flowing. “You’re beautiful no matter what.”

Her cheeks flushed at your compliment. The pain in her shoulder faded away as an old yearning for your touch resurfaced.

“You’re beautiful too. You’ve always been the most stunning woman,” she replied, sincerity sparkling in her eyes.

You inhaled deeply, realizing just how much you had missed her.

Before you could respond, Alexia continued, “Even after three years, you’re still the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. The girl you’re with now is probably the luckiest person on Earth.”

You chuckled and pulled her into a hug, feeling the warmth of her weight resting against you. You gently stroked her hair and back.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, Ale.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, and the anticipation hung in the air between you.

“There’s no one like you,” you added, drawing her closer.

Her breath hitched, and you decided to move forward.

“Those beautiful eyes of yours, they’re one of a kind,” you said passionately.

Caught up in your words, Alexia realized she could no longer hold back the feelings she had suppressed for so long—your declarations only reaffirmed that she had made the right choice in waiting for your love. Even when friends urged her to move on, she had remained steadfast.

In that charged moment, you leaned in and kissed her. After three long years of waiting, you sealed your feelings with the lips of the one you had always cherished.

The next morning, you woke up blissfully entangled in Alexia’s arms. After showering and getting dressed, you found Eli and Alba in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Eli couldn’t help but notice the radiant glow on her daughter’s face.

“Welcome back home,” she winked at you.

It took Alba a moment to process the situation, but when she did, she squealed and leapt into your arms.

“Finally!”

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Do You Want To Build A Snowman

hayley raso x reader

"But babyyy, it's brrrfreezing!" Hayley shivered, wrapped in layers like a tiny burrito. Your city's winter chill was no joke.

"I'm not forcing you, sweetheart," you teased.

She pouted, her eyes pleading. "But I want to be with you."

You sighed, feeling the icy air prick your skin. "Fine, but don't blame me when you're shivering like a leaf."

"It's not that cold," she protested, trying to sound brave. "Besides, I'm making memories with you."

Deep down, Hayley was thrilled. She loved seeing your excitement, your eyes sparkling with childlike wonder.

You found the perfect spot, a mound of pristine snow. As you began sculpting the snowman's body, Hayley eagerly joined in, her clumsy attempts as endearing as ever.

Then, disaster struck. A little too much enthusiasm and crunch – the snowman's body crumbled. Her face fell, disappointment clear in her eyes.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, baby," she whispered, her voice filled with regret.

You kissed her hair gently, avoiding her rosy cheeks. "It's okay, love. Accidents happen. Let's try again."

With renewed determination, Hayley scooped up a fresh batch of snow. Soon, she was laughing, enjoying the silly winter activity.

Your snowman stood tall, a carrot nose and button eyes completing its friendly face. "What should we name it?" you asked.

Hayley grinned mischievously. "I have the perfect name," she whispered, her icy nose brushing against yours.

"My name? For a snowman? It doesn't fit," you teased.

"Maybe not for a snowman but for a snowlady," she retorted. "It's perfect!"

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Santa's Coming To Town

katie mccabe x reader

"Shit!"

The front door swung open, and a wave of panic washed over you. You'd spent the entire afternoon shopping for the perfect Christmas gifts, completely losing track of time. Now, with her arrival, you were faced with a dilemma: how to hide a mountain of presents before she discovered them.

"Babyyy! I'm home!" Her cheerful voice echoed through the house, sending your heart racing. You couldn't let her see the gifts. Not yet. Not until Christmas morning.

"No, no, no," you muttered to yourself, scrambling to think of a solution. Your office, a sanctuary of privacy, seemed like the only safe haven. It was a place where you and Katie respected each other's boundaries, a testament to the trust that formed the bedrock of your relationship.

"Why? Is everything alright?" Katie's voice, filled with concern, drifted from the hallway.

"Yeah, yeah. Just wait for me in the living room. I'll be there in a minute," you replied, your voice barely masking your anxiety.

With a silent prayer, you dashed to your office, the floorboards creaking beneath your hurried footsteps. You piled the gifts onto the desk, a chaotic assortment of wrapped surprises. Each one held a piece of your love and care, a secret promise of joy to come.

Returning to the living room, you tried to compose yourself. Katie's eyes lit up when she saw you, her smile as warm as the holiday season.

"Baby! Were you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

"Yeah, my love. Just busy," you replied, hoping your nonchalant tone would mask your guilt.

"Busy? So busy you couldn't even spare a moment for a kiss?" she teased, pouting her lips.

You chuckled, pulling her into a tender embrace. "Aw, Katie, I'm sorry. But you'll understand soon enough. Just wait until Christmas."

A spark of curiosity ignited in Katie's eyes. "You got me presents? What are they? Please, just one hint!"

You laughed, knowing this was inevitable. "No, my love. You'll have to wait."

She pouted again, her expression a mix of disappointment and anticipation. "It'll be worth it," you assured her, kissing her softly.

Katie smiled, snuggling into your arms. "I know. With you, it always is."

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Christmas Home

alexia putellas x reader

After a long afternoon of festive decorating with your girlfriend, Alexia, you finally sank into the sofa, feeling the weight of exhaustion. Alexia chuckled at your slumped posture.

You adored the Christmas spirit and the joy of transforming your home into a winter wonderland. Every year, you'd pour your heart and soul into every detail, leaving no corner untouched. This year was no different.

The living room was a masterpiece - a testament to your dedication. Handmade ornaments, twinkling lights, and intricate drawings adorned every surface, creating a scene straight out of a Christmas movie.

Alexia, who also enjoyed the process, often marveled at your boundless creativity. She'd watch as you meticulously arranged each decoration, adding your personal touch to every element.

As she settled on top of you, showering your face with gentle kisses, you couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. Her messy hair, warm hazel eyes, and flushed cheeks made her even more endearing in the soft glow of the Christmas lights.

"You know, I think you're even more beautiful during Christmas," you confessed, your voice filled with admiration.

Alexia blushed, turning her head away. "And more adorable," you added, nuzzling her neck.

She giggled, "And your nose gets colder."

"So romantic," you teased, rolling your eyes playfully.

"For you? Always, baby," she replied, her voice soft and loving.

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love will remember you, love will remember me

aitana bonmatí x laia codina - very short - my first time writing about these two 🫶

The first time she saw her after the breakup, Aitana felt her insides fall apart.

Laia had been something ephemeral yet intense: a tempest, a hurricane of passion that had swept Aitana off her feet and carried her to unimaginable heights.

Her laughter, a melodic symphony that had filled the quietest of nights, was now a haunting echo in the empty chambers of Aitana’s heart.

And her touch, once a comforting warmth that had chased away the morning chill, was now an icy void.

Aitana had to learn how to live without Laia, because as hard as she tried to remember how she did it before, she couldn’t recall it. Laia had left and it felt like she took a part of Aitana’s life with her.

That’s why when Aitana saw her, Laia made her feel at home, a quiet, abandoned home.

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I love teenage alexia so much ❤️❤️❤️

same, she was adorable 🫶

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the girl with the hazel eyes: full story

alexia putellas x reader - sweet summer teenage love story - 6k words.

The soft rise and fall of her chest was a rhythmic lullaby to her senses. Alexia, a serene masterpiece in the dim predawn light. Her mouth was slightly parted, revealing a hint of vulnerability. A cascade of blonde hair fanned out across the pillow, creating a halo around her tranquil face. Lost in the enchanting symphony of her slumber, you'd spent countless minutes simply watching, mesmerized by the delicate beauty of her sleep. Yet, as dawn approached, you mind began to wander, carried away on a tide of thoughts and emotions.

It was the first day of summer camp. You were bursting with excitement as you began to meet the girls and boys who would be your companions for the next month. Everyone was so friendly, eager to introduce themselves, but then, like a fading dream, the world around you blurred.

Your eyes were drawn to a tall brunette standing alone, observing her surroundings. She looked about your age, sixteen, because she wore the same bracelet as you and the other people from your group. You wanted to approach her, but your feet felt glued to the ground. Your heart raced, and a weakness washed over you.

She glanced at you and offered a soft smile, and suddenly, an electric current shot through your body. You were jolted back to reality by your new friends' voices. When you looked back, she was gone, and a strange emptiness filled you.

To your surprise, you spotted the same girl as you entered your new room for the following month. She was hanging up clothes in the closet when she turned and looked at you. Her smile was even wider this time as she offered a timid, "Hi." Your feet seemed glued to the floor again, and you cursed inwardly.

"Do you need some help?" Her voice was soft.

You finally managed to move towards your bed, still unable to speak to her.

"I'm Alexia, and you?"

With a shaky voice, you told her your name. When you finally mustered the courage to look at her, you noticed her hazel eyes for the first time.

"Wow," you breathed out.

"Wow, what?"

You shook your head, feeling a rush of embarrassment at your own stupidity.

"Your eyes. They're very pretty."

To your surprise, her cheeks flushed as she giggled. "Thank you," she said, turning away to hide her smile.

-

Dinnertime was approaching, but you had no desire to leave your room. Alexia had been an incredible discovery. She’d shared stories about her life, school, and even her love for football, and you’d listened, captivated by her every word. She was undeniably beautiful, but it was her ability to make even the most mundane topic fascinating that truly drew you in.

As you both made your way to the dining hall, you noticed a group of girls pointing and whispering. They claimed to have saved you a seat. You glanced at Alexia, who simply shrugged, assuring you it was fine. But the thought of leaving her side was unbearable. You wanted to be more than just acquaintances; you wanted to be her friend, her best friend. Mustering your courage, you told the girls you’d join them next time, and then, without thinking twice, you took Alexia’s hand and started scanning the room for two empty seats.

A strange warmth spread through Alexia as your fingers brushed against hers.

-

You woke up after Alexia. The sight of her, newly awake, sent a shiver down your spine. You'd never seen anyone as beautiful. "Good morning, Ale," you murmured.

Alexia smiled, her eyes still sleepy. "Ale. I like being called that way."

-

The summer camp was finally in full swing. The first activity was a scavenger hunt. As the monitor instructed everyone to pair up, you instinctively grabbed Alexia’s hand. Without realizing it, you’d caught the eye of a few campers – some with friendly intentions, others something more intense. You could practically see the growing animosity in the eyes of some people directed at Alexia as your popularity seemed to skyrocket.

Alexia was a natural at the game, and your admiration for her grew with every clue she solved. “Ale, you’re a genius! You have to teach me how you do it. I’m going to be your partner forever so I can always win!”

As usual, Alexia blushed at the compliment but seemed to genuinely enjoy your enthusiasm. Trying to play it cool, she feigned offense. “Oh, so you only want to be friends with the winning team?” she dramatically collapsed to the ground.

You burst out laughing as you helped her up. A wave of warmth spread through you as the laughter subsided, leaving behind a pleasant ache in your stomach. It was the best kind of pain you could imagine.

-

Three days had passed, and Alexia's enemy list seemed to grow by the hour. The poor girl was oblivious to the brewing storm around her, focused only on the warmth of your companionship. However, she couldn't ignore the constant attention you were receiving. People flocked to you, completely disregarding her existence, their voices a persistent hum in the background as they tried to engage you in conversation. Your unwavering responses - "I can't, I'm with Ale," "I'm already paired up with Ale," "I'm hanging out with Ale today, maybe tomorrow" - were a clear shield protecting your time together. Alexia loved the exclusivity of your attention, your delicate nature and quirky humor captivating her completely.

-

Elena, a tall brunette with captivating brown eyes, had invited you and Alexia to join a group activity that night. Alexia, ever shy around crowds, had declined, but insisted you to go. Missing her terribly, you decided to join the fun anyway.

Underneath the starry sky, you spotted a shooting star and made a wish: "To always be with Alexia." Your peaceful moment was interrupted by a boy named Mikel. His companion, Xenia, boldly asked you out on his behalf. Your heart pounded in your chest, but you managed to keep your cool. You didn't want to hurt Mikel's feelings, so you gently explained that you were a lesbian. "A very lesbian lesbian," you emphasized, trying to be clear on the word lesbian.

Returning to your room, you found Alexia asleep. Looking at her, you whispered, "Goodnight, Ale."

-

The next morning, you had no chance to tell Alexia what happened; she had already left. A note was slipped under your door: “I’m going for a walk. See you later, nena.” You pocketed it, a physical reminder of her absence.

The entire day passed without her, and the emptiness grew with each passing hour. You missed her laugh, her sharp wit, her ability to make anything interesting. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you realized you were falling for her. Hard. How could you not? She was everything you had ever dreamed of. The princess you had imagined as a child, the queen you had hoped to find—a far cry from the fairy-tale princes your friends had desired.

Bored, you hanged out with some friends and skipped dinner.

-

The next morning, Alexia was nowhere to be found. She’d left without a trace, unlike the previous day. Impatience gnawed at you, and you set out to find her. Spotting her with a group of friends, you admired her from afar, her beauty striking.

But as days turned into nights, that initial admiration soured into something deeper. It felt like Alexia was deliberately avoiding you, and the longing for her company grew stronger. You couldn’t bear it any longer. Finding her alone in your room, you blocked her exit.

"What?" Her voice was flat.

"Did I do something wrong?" You asked, your voice trembling slightly.

"What?" She repeated, confusion etched on her face.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you met her gaze. "You’re ignoring me, Ale. And I don’t know if I did something wrong. I miss you..."

Alexia wasn’t angry; she’d simply been trying to create some distance because her feelings for you were growing stronger than she’d anticipated. “No, I’m not. And you didn’t do anything wrong. We just have different friends.”

“But I miss you, Alexia. I’m not asking you to be glued to my side every single minute, but is it too much to ask for some time for ourselves? Just the two of us?”

Alexia’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked into your glistening eyes. Her resolve crumbled. “Okay, just the two of us,” she agreed, her voice barely a whisper.

As you pulled her into a tight embrace, she felt a surge of emotions she hadn’t experienced before. A single tear escaped her eye.

-

You spent the entire afternoon exploring the forest surrounding the camp with Alexia. Though you were allowed to venture in, there was a designated limit. Alexia, however, was determined to go further.

"No, Ale," you protested, "what if we get lost?"

"You're with me," she replied confidently. "I'd never put you in danger."

Her unwavering gaze made it impossible to resist. With a sigh, you agreed.

"It's a surprise," she said, taking your hand.

For ten minutes, you followed her deeper into the woods. A sense of unease crept in, but the warmth of her hand in yours calmed your fears.

"Now, close your eyes," she instructed.

You obeyed, trusting her completely.

"Open them."

Your breath caught in your throat. A breathtaking lake stretched out before you, surrounded by a vibrant tapestry of flowers and birdsong.

"Ale... how did you find this?" you asked, awe in your voice.

"I stumbled upon it while exploring," she explained, a proud smile gracing her lips. "I knew I had to bring you here."

You were utterly enchanted. "Thank you. It's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen."

"Right? Mine's the second," she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Curiosity sparked within you. "What's the first one?"

"Your eyes," she said softly.

Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't expected such a compliment from her. Feelings you'd been trying to suppress surged to the surface.

"As much as I’d love to stay, we should head back. It’s getting late," she said reluctantly.

You pulled her into a quick hug. As you looked into her eyes, Alexia knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life surprising you.

-

A week of camp had passed, and your feelings for Alexia had deepened into something intoxicating. You were hopelessly smitten. Meanwhile, Alexia had caught whispers of a connection between you and Mikel, a rumor she couldn't quite grasp. The thought of your love, pure and sacred in her eyes, belonging to someone else filled her with a strange nausea.

You were lost in a book when Alexia joined you in bed, a habit she'd formed. She loved watching your face transform as you delved into different worlds, your expressions a captivating performance.

"Hi, beautiful," you murmured, gently tracing her eyebrows. You'd noticed how this small gesture always relaxed her.

Her eyes remained closed as she responded, "No... Keep reading. I like spending time with you when you read."

"Why?" you asked, curious.

"Because you become the book itself," she explained. "The comments you make, the sounds, the expressions... It's like reading through you."

Your chest filled with a warmth that felt like coming home. Alexia was your favorite story, complex and captivating, with a bittersweet ending you knew was approaching. After three weeks, you'd both return to your separate lives.

You opened the book reluctantly, but the sight of Alexia watching you with such adoration made the sacrifice worthwhile. As you continued to read, one hand gently caressing her, you lost yourself in the world of the book, a world that felt strangely complete with her by your side.

-

You both fell asleep on your bed, skipping dinner altogether. Hunger gnawed at you at 2 AM, rousing you from slumber. In the darkness, you could feel Alexia's soft breath against your skin, her scent a comforting presence. You drifted into a daydream of a future where you were older, sharing a home with her.

A sharp pain shot through your arm, jolting you awake. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a more comfortable position, but Alexia stirred. "I'm sorry, my girl, I didn't mean to wake you up," you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

«My girl» That nickname seemed to electrify the air. Alexia's eyes fluttered open. "I just want to shift, Ale. You can still sleep here," you explained.

She rubbed her eyes. "Are you comfortable?"

A warmth spread through you. "I've never been more comfortable," you replied honestly.

You woke up in Alexia's arms. Somewhere during the night, you'd switched positions, and now she was the one holding you. You looked up at her, her eyes already open. "Good morning, nena," she whispered, her voice soft and melodic. You smiled, burying your face in her neck, her laughter a gentle rumble against your skin as your hair tickled her. "Good morning, Ale," you mumbled into her skin.

-

Mikel’s name still lingered in Alexia’s mind. Had there been something between you two? You’d mentioned other people asking you out, but never elaborated. Curiosity gnawed at her, and she decided to ask, despite the fear of not liking the answer.

You were spending a lazy afternoon by the lake, lost in the moment. Alexia had prepared a perfect picnic spread and watched you with a soft smile as you closed your eyes, basking in the gentle breeze. She joined you, her presence a comforting warmth. You opened your eyes, your smile widening at the sight of her. Alexia had become your safe haven, a place of security and love.

"Maybe we could invite some people from the camp here?" she suggested, breaking the peaceful silence.

You frowned, turning to face her. "No, this is our place. That's why I always check if someone's following us."

Her heart fluttered at your protective instinct. "Okay, bebita," she replied, using the affectionate nickname that made you beam.

You couldn’t contain your happiness, pulling her into a tight hug. "You're adorable," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

As the hug deepened, Alexia decided it was time. "I never wanted to invite anyone else here. I just wondered if you wanted to invite some of your friends, like Elena, Greta, or Mikel."

The mention of Mikel startled you. "What? Mikel is not my friend."

Alexia's nerves spiked. "What is it then?"

"Nothing," you replied defensively.

"But did something happen between you two?"

"What!? No! Who told you that?"

She took your hands, trying to calm you down. "Just wondering. You'd make a cute couple."

Regret washed over her immediately. Your heart sank at the suggestion. "Ale, I'm a lesbian," you blurted out.

Relief flooded her eyes, but your pain was evident. It was frustrating how often people assumed your sexuality. "I'm a lesbian too, so I understand why you're upset," she said softly.

A connection deepened between you. You both shared the isolation of lesbianism. "But still, some girls have asked you out, and you didn't seem interested. Don't you find anyone here attractive?" she asked cautiously.

You sighed. "I don't think I'm looking for anything right now. Maybe in a few years. I could definitely date a girl right now, but it would have to be slow and steady. I doubt anyone here is looking for the same thing."

A hint of disappointment crossed Alexia's face. If only you knew how willing she was to wait for you. "If she loves you, she'll wait," she replied quietly.

Your heart skipped a beat. "You understand it very well. That's what I'll look for in a girl."

Alexia's heart raced. Was she hearing things, or did your words hold a deeper meaning?

-

The second week of camp was winding down, and the thought of leaving Alexia's side filled you with dread. You clung to her like a lifeline, your hands constantly seeking hers, your arms wrapped around her at every opportunity. The physical closeness was a desperate attempt to hold onto the magic you shared.

Rumors began to circulate, the whispers and glances carrying a heavy weight. You were acutely aware of the scrutiny, but neither you nor Alexia cared. Your secluded spot by the lake remained your sanctuary, a world away from the camp's prying eyes.

Alexia laid on the grass, her body relaxed in the sun. You positioned yourself on her chest, your heart finding solace in the rhythm of her breath. "It's going to take everything in me to leave your side," you confessed, your voice a mere whisper. The fear of losing her was a constant undercurrent, and you needed to know where you stood. "I'm going to miss you too, bebita. Promise me we'll see each other at least once a year."

The thought of only seeing her once a year was a bitter pill to swallow. "You could come visit me and my family over the summer, and I could do the same," she suggested, offering a glimmer of hope. You met her gaze, the intensity of her hazel eyes amplified by the setting sun. "That would be amazing, Ale. We can talk with our parents about that," you continued, then added with a playful grin, "Actually, I don't think that'll be necessary because you're coming home with me."

A playful wrestling match ensued, laughter filling the air. As you ended up on top of her, your bodies close, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love. Her gaze was intoxicating, and you couldn't resist teasing her. "You may be incredible at football, but I'm the best at wrestling," you boasted.

-

The weight of a new week crashes down on you, a cold shower of reality. Another seven days closer to the inevitable goodbye. A pang of despair shoots through you as you realize the luxury of waking up to Alexia’s peaceful slumber beside you will soon be a distant memory. She’s claimed your bed as her own, transforming it into a shared sanctuary.

Your daily pilgrimages to the lake have become a cherished ritual. The sun, a benevolent artist, paints Alexia in hues of gold and bronze, accentuating her ethereal beauty. The gentle caress of the lake breeze offers respite from Barcelona’s relentless heat, carrying with it the promise of tranquility.

Lost in admiration, you gaze at her, unaware of the blush that creeps up her cheeks. A tempest rages within her, a battle between the heart’s yearning to confess and the mind’s fear of rejection. With a delicate touch, she takes your hand, guiding you to your usual spot on the towel. Her eyes, twin pools of uncertainty, search your face for any sign of reciprocated affection. Love for you swells within her chest, but so does a paralyzing dread of your response.

“Ale, what’s wrong?” Your voice, soft and concerned, holds a power that could disarm her in an instant. You know she can confide in you, that you will listen without judgment.

"I don't want you to leave... I want you to stay in Barcelona," the words spilled out of her lips before she could stop them. You smiled at her. You'd noticed how Alexia struggled to express herself, so this vulnerability felt like a precious gift.

"I don't want to either, but I have to. Our lives are on different paths," you replied, your voice steady despite the storm brewing inside. You were so focused on keeping your emotions in check that you didn't notice the tears welling up in Alexia's eyes. When you did, your heart shattered into a million pieces. You rushed to pull her into a comforting embrace.

"I’m sorry," you murmured softly, rubbing her back, hoping to soothe her. But before you could go on, Alexia spoke up, her voice a quivering whisper. "I can’t stop loving you."

Her words caught you off guard, and you pulled back just enough to look at her. She closed her eyes, as if regretting her confession, as if fearing she’d gone too far. Gently, you lifted her chin and cupped her face in your hands, softly brushing your thumbs across her cheeks until she opened her eyes.

"So? Who said I want you to stop loving me?" you said, a playful smile spreading across your face. Her eyes widened, and a soft laugh escaped her as the tension melted away.

"I love you too, Ale. Every single day, my love for you grows deeper. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do without seeing this beautiful face in front of me." You smiled, and she laughed, blushing and averting her gaze.

Before she could pull away, you tugged her back toward you. "No, come here." You wrapped your arms around her tighter, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against yours.

"The thought of leaving you... it makes me feel sick," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I want to wake up next to you every morning, to hear you, to make you laugh. I want everything with you."

Hearing the sincerity in your words, Alexia looked at you with a newfound tenderness. She reached for your hands, holding them in hers, and pressed soft kisses against your knuckles, making you giggle at the sweet gesture.

"Since the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t get you out of my head. Loving you became second nature, but it’s so much more now. I want to be with you, to build something real together," she confessed, her voice steady but soft. "I know you want to wait, and I’m willing to wait with you. I’ll work hard for our future, to make it as bright as we both dream. And if it’s too much, please… don’t be afraid to tell me."

A lump formed in your throat as you looked into her hazel eyes, which were misty with unshed tears. Your own eyes stung as the emotion welled up, and you pulled her into a tight hug, your head resting against her shoulder as she cradled you gently.

"I do want to wait until we’re both more mature, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to kiss you right now," you murmured with a smile.

Alexia smiled back, her eyes lighting up. "Then we’ll go at your pace," she whispered. "I’d love nothing more than for us to share this together, when we’re both ready."

Feeling reassured, you gently brushed your hand through her hair, letting it trail down to her cheek, then softly resting on her chin. "Can I kiss you?" you asked, just above a whisper.

With a shy nod, she closed her eyes, and you leaned in, pressing your lips against hers in a gentle, lingering kiss. Your hands found their way to hers, guiding them to your waist as your own hands rested on her cheeks. Her lips were soft, warm, and every bit as perfect as you’d imagined. And as you parted for a breath, she whispered between kisses, "I love you."

You smiled, your heart overflowing. "I love you too, Alexia."

As you held each other close, Alexia reached into her pocket, pulling out a small necklace with a polished stone—one you’d admired the other day. "I made this for you," she said quietly, slipping it into your hands. "I wanted you to have something to remember me by."

The thoughtfulness took your breath away. She was the one, you were sure of it.

Later, back in your room, you couldn’t contain your joy any longer. "Ale! You’re my girlfriend!" you exclaimed, practically glowing.

She laughed, her eyes dancing with happiness. "Yeah! And you’re my girlfriend!"

The two of you burst into laughter, so elated that you started jumping up and down, the room filled with the sound of pure, shared happiness.

-

The last week had finally begun, and the weight of it sat heavy on your heart. You stirred awake, nestled in Alexia’s arms, the morning light filtering through the curtains casting a gentle glow across the room. She was still asleep, her face peaceful and serene, and you took a moment to memorize every detail—the way her eyelashes rested against her cheeks, the warmth of her arms around you, her steady breathing.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, you slipped out of her embrace and out of bed. The early morning was quiet; the world felt like it was holding its breath, giving you this stolen moment to make her feel as loved as she had made you feel every single day. You decided to find her a small token of that love.

Barefoot, you wandered down to the garden, the morning air crisp and cool against your skin. A cluster of vibrant flowers caught your eye, their colors bold and beautiful in the dawn light. You carefully picked a small bouquet, the petals soft and fragrant, before returning to the room, each step quiet.

When you returned, Alexia was still asleep, her face half-buried in the pillow, her messy hair fanned around her. Smiling, you knelt beside her and gently brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, then traced a finger softly along her jawline. She stirred, her lips parting in a soft murmur as her eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend,” you whispered, watching her reaction as her gaze focused on you.

The words alone made her smile stretch across her face, sleepy but utterly radiant. But when her eyes moved to the flowers in your hand, she broke into laughter, the sound light and joyful as she leapt out of bed, throwing her arms around you.

You laughed as well, though you staggered slightly under her sudden enthusiasm. “Careful, Ale!” you warned, giggling as you hugged her tightly, feeling her warmth seep into you as she clung to you, her feet barely touching the floor.

“I’m not letting you leave Barcelona,” she said with a playful stubbornness, but her tone held a note of truth that made your heart ache. For a brief second, you let yourself believe it, to imagine that you could somehow stay, that you would never have to say goodbye.

You held her close, feeling the bittersweet ache in your chest, the warmth of her body against yours a comfort and a reminder all at once. Her laughter faded, and when she pulled back slightly, you caught the sparkle in her eyes as she gazed at the flowers, tracing the petals gently with her fingertips.

In that moment, you took in the sight of her—hair tousled from sleep, cheeks rosy, her eyes still a little puffy but bright as she admired the bouquet. You burned the image into your memory, knowing that someday, you would want to remember her just like this: filled with quiet joy, a simple bouquet in her hands, the morning light spilling over her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

-

You had spent the last day of camp with Alexia at the secret lake—a hidden gem nestled deep in the forest, a place only the two of you knew. The air was crisp, the sky a tapestry of soft blues and gentle golds, and everything felt wrapped in a timeless stillness. Watching Alexia bathed in the light of the late afternoon, you thought she looked like something out of a fairytale. With her brunette hair cascading over her shoulders, her hazel eyes bright with wonder, and her olive skin glowing in the warm sunlight, she seemed almost ethereal, like a fairy who belonged to this enchanted place.

As you sat together on the edge of the lake, feet dangling in the cool water, she turned to you with a soft, earnest look in her eyes. "Promise me we’ll come back here someday," she whispered, her voice as soft as the breeze that rustled the leaves overhead. She held out her hand, her pinky extended, waiting for you to make a pinky promise.

You reached out and wrapped your pinky around hers, sealing the promise with a smile. "I promise, Ale. Sooner or later, we’ll come back to this place. Just you and me." The feeling of her pinky hooked with yours felt like a small but profound vow.

A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she looked around the secluded spot. "But... what if someone else finds it one day?"

You grinned, leaning in close with a conspiratorial whisper. "Then we’ll haunt them until they leave," you said, feigning a ghostly tone as you playfully poked her side.

She squealed in surprise, her laughter spilling into the open air, a sound so pure and joyful that it echoed around the lake. You couldn’t help but laugh with her, the two of you caught in a moment of perfect happiness, your laughter mingling like a melody that belonged to this place. Her eyes, crinkling with joy, looked so utterly yours in that moment, like they held a promise all their own.

-

The last night together was like trying to hold on to sand slipping through your fingers, a rough, endless struggle against the inevitable. The air felt thick, heavy with unsaid words and the weight of knowing you’d have to say goodbye. Both you and Alexia clung to each other as if the sheer force of your embrace could somehow stop time. She buried her face in your shoulder, her body shaking with quiet sobs, and you held her close, whispering soft words of comfort even as your own heart ached.

You’d never seen Alexia cry like this. She had always been so strong, the one who held things together, the steady presence who never faltered. But now, as the night wore on, that strength seemed to melt away, leaving her feeling small and vulnerable in your arms. Her fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt as if letting go would make you disappear.

“I just…” she began, her voice breaking, a fragile whisper between her soft cries. “I just want to go to sleep every night with you by my side. And wake up with your beautiful face next to mine.” Her voice trailed off, thick with emotion, and her gaze searched your face, as if trying to memorize every detail.

You reached up and brushed away a tear from her cheek before leaning in to kiss her softly, letting your lips linger as both your tears mingled, a bittersweet reminder of everything you were leaving behind. You pressed your forehead to hers, your fingers gently tracing her jawline.

“Someday, Ale,” you whispered, your voice trembling but full of quiet determination. “Someday, this will be our routine. You’ll put me to sleep every night with those soft caresses, and I’ll wake you up with fresh flowers every morning. I promise. This is only goodbye for now.”

Her eyes closed, and she nodded, leaning into your touch as if she could draw strength from the quiet certainty in your words. The room fell silent, the only sounds your quiet breathing and the soft, gentle hum of the world of nature outside.

As the night slipped away, Alexia pulled you closer, her fingers gently stroking your arms, her touch light as if savoring every last moment. She stayed awake, watching over you as you drifted off, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest, the soft, peaceful expression on your face. For her, it was a ritual, a way to hold onto you, to etch this moment into her memory so it would stay with her even when you weren’t there.

In the morning, you slipped out of bed quietly, leaving her to sleep just a few minutes longer. The world outside was bathed in soft, early light, and you took a deep breath, gathering a small bouquet of wildflowers from a nearby patch. When you returned, she was beginning to stir, her eyes opening just in time to see you kneeling beside her with the flowers in hand.

You smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend.”

She blinked, her lips curving into a sleepy smile as she saw the flowers. She took them from you with a gentle, grateful look that said more than words ever could. Her eyes shimmered with the same sadness that lingered in the room, but also with a quiet appreciation, as if she wanted to remember every single detail of this morning.

When it was finally time to say goodbye, the last hug felt like it would break you. The camp was filled with people saying their goodbyes, friends, new lovers, even the monitors who’d watched you grow together for a month. But none of them mattered. All you saw was Alexia, standing there with red-rimmed eyes, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

You held her close, burying your face in her shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair, trying to make a memory strong enough to carry you through the days apart. “I’m going to call you every day,” you promised, your voice thick with unshed tears, “Every. Single. Day.”

Her arms tightened around you, her face pressed against your neck. “You better,” she murmured, her voice muffled but laced with a bittersweet smile.

In that moment, nothing else existed. Not the people around you, not the ache in your chest, not the inevitability of leaving—just the feeling of her arms around you, grounding you in a way that nothing else ever had. You didn’t care who was watching. You leaned in and kissed her, tears streaming down both your faces as you poured everything you felt into that one, lingering kiss. It was a goodbye, yes, but also a promise, a vow that distance would never erase what you shared.

When you finally pulled back, her hand lingered on your cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. Her eyes met yours, filled with the same determination and longing that had always been there, and for a moment, it was as if she were telling you everything would be okay, that this wasn’t the end, just a new beginning.

As you took a few steps away, you looked back one last time, your heart twisting painfully in your chest. Summoning all the courage you could, you called out, “T’estimo!” letting the words hang in the air, hoping they would reach her as deeply as you meant them.

Her laughter broke through her tears, a beautiful, heart-wrenching sound that filled the air. “Jo t’estimo més!” she shouted back, her voice breaking but full of love. She stood there, smiling through her tears, waving as you walked away, each step heavier than the last.

That was the image you carried with you—the way her eyes sparkled, her smile bright even through the sadness, her voice echoing in the air. As you finally turned away, you knew that this memory, this moment, was something you’d carry with you, a piece of her woven into your heart, a reminder that love like this didn’t simply fade. It stayed, quietly, through every mile, every goodbye, and every day you spent apart.

-

Slipping back to the present, you carefully slid out from under the covers, making sure not to wake Alexia. You tiptoed through the morning quiet to the garden, where you gathered a small bouquet of fresh flowers. When you’d promised Alexia that you’d wake her up every morning with flowers, you hadn’t anticipated just how much of an early riser she was. Each day, you had to get up even earlier just to catch her still asleep.

Secretly, though, you loved it—the calm, the cool air, and the chance to watch her sleepy face light up at the sight of her daily gift.

With flowers in hand, you slipped back into the bedroom. Leaning over her, you whispered, "Good morning, my beautiful girlfriend." Your voice was soft, almost reverent.

A smile spread across her face, already knowing what awaited her. “I love that this has been the first thing you say to me every morning since that summer camp.”

You laughed, gently placing the flowers in her hand before giving her lips a light, affectionate kiss. Pulling the drapes, the room filled with warm sunlight, casting a soft glow over Alexia as she admired her flowers. Her now blonde hair caught the sunlight in a way that made it seem like the sun itself drew its warmth from her.

But as stunning as the light was in her hair, it was her eyes that captivated you. It had always been her eyes. Those made you fall in love with the girl with the hazel eyes all those years ago, only now, they belonged to the woman she’d grown into, becoming the woman with the hazel eyes.

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Hope you’re doing better and glad ur back!!🫶

thank you 💖

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hi, after a while due to some personal issues that i rather not say in public, i'm back!

i have some stories started but not finished, and as i'm still not at my 100%, i can't promise i'll be posting with the frequency or uploading like i want to.

thank you for all the messages i've received 💗

i'll post the only story i have finished, it's a teenage love story between reader and alexia.

i've really enjoyed writing it and it's very, very cheesy, my favorite type of stories.

i hope you enjoy it!

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i’m so so sorry that you’re sick, I hope you get better soon 💚💚💚💚

aw, thank you so much <3 thankfully i'm so much better after going to the hospital :)

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hi, just wanted to say that i'll probably take a break during some days because i have covid and i'm quite sick (nothing really to worry about, but i'm not a 100% well!) 🫶 so there won't be any updates or stories posted probably :)

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if you were my little girl: the series part 6

alexia putellas x child!reader; this story contains mentions of traumatic experiences as drug addiction, child abuse and similar topics. don't read it if you find those topics triggering.

The heavy oak door swung shut behind you as Alexia, with surprising strength that belied her slender frame, scooped you up in her arms. You clung to her instinctively, the familiar scent of cookies and sunshine a comforting counterpoint to the rising panic in your chest. Her arms were a haven, a fortress against the storm brewing in the room you left behind. This was escape, not only from a physical threat, but from the emotional maelstrom that was your family.

Your father, face flushed and speech slurred, lurched towards you. The air hung heavy with the stench of cheap liquor and something far more unsettling – rage. He roared, the sound distorted by his inebriated state, "Where the hell do you think you're taking my child?"

His demand hung in the air, laced with an unspoken threat. You wanted to answer, to defy him, but fear, cold and paralyzing, gripped you. It was a cruel irony – the very people who should have protected you were the ones you needed protection from.

Suddenly, the voices in the room morphed into a unified chorus aimed at Alexia. Your mother, usually timid, joined your father's belligerent stance. "You have no right to take my child!" she hissed, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and desperation.

"Leave the child here, or I'll call the police!" your aunt threatened, his drunken bravado masking a deep-seated insecurity.

Alexia surveyed the scene with a steely glint in her eyes. Fear flickered across her face for a fleeting moment, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce determination. "I'm taking her to a safe place," she declared, her voice ringing with quiet authority. "My house. If you call them, we can all talk to the police when they arrive, and they can see for themselves the state you're in." Her gaze swept to you, settling on your tear-streaked face. "She needs a calm and quiet place to sleep, at least for tonight."

But your voice, the one crying out for help, was lost in the cacophony of their accusations. You tried, a desperate plea escaping your lips. "Please, let Alexia take me! I'll call the police myself if you don't!" Your outburst hung in the air, unanswered. They weren't listening, they weren't willing to. And you were used to that.

The final blow came from your mother, her voice laced with a venom you'd never heard before. "You have nothing to do with her, Alexia," she spat. "And I'm sure you wouldn't want people to know you took a child away alone to your own house, would you?"

A wave of nausea washed over Alexia as she witnessed the depths of their depravity. Lies, manipulation – they were willing to stoop to any level to win.

Alexia faltered for a moment. The weight of the accusation hung heavy in the air. She knew the damage it could do, the seed of doubt it could sow in the minds of anyone who heard it. Yet, as she looked down at you, trembling and pleading with your eyes, she knew she couldn't leave you behind.

Your uncle, a burly man with a receding hairline, opened his mouth to interject, but Alexia cut him off with a steely glint in her eyes. Her voice, though calm, held a quiet authority that resonated through the tense silence.

"The truly shameful part," she began, her gaze sweeping over the room and settling on each of their faces, "is that none of you seem remotely remorseful. This child, is so utterly terrified – and she has been for a long time – that she feels safer coming home with me, a mere football role model, than with her own blood family."

A beat of silence followed, thick with unspoken accusations and simmering resentment. Alexia drew a deep breath, her voice dropping to a lower register.

"You can threaten to call the police, the media, whomever you wish. Let them come. I have nothing to hide. But this young girl," she gestured towards you, your trembling form a silent testament to her words, "is coming with me tonight. She needs a safe haven, a place to rest her head without fear. A place where nightmares don't follow her into sleep. A place where doesn´t smell like alcohol."

Alexia continued, her voice gaining a touch of defiance. "I won't stand by and watch this happen anymore. She deserves better, and I'm determined to see that she gets it. So, you can make your threats, vent your anger, but one thing is certain: she is leaving with me."

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alexia putellas fic recs (5)

𖤛 hi everyone!! these weren't gonna fit into my monthly recs for may, so i've decided to make #5 for putellas 𖤛

⚘ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each incredible writer!! ⚘

֍ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ֍

◈ if you’d like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ◈

◞†◟ pre-parental panic ! by @putellasawfc alexia putellas x pregnant!reader | injury whilst pregnant, but nothing serious in the end & there’s a happy ending, words: 5.8k

-attending another game in support of your fiancée, everything should’ve gone smoothly. but chaos ensues when an ignorant security guard gets a little too handsy.

◞†◟ second time's the charm by @woso-dreamzzz alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-you and your kind of ex-wife

◞†◟ sharing the weight of fears by @hiitsm alexia putellas x reader | angst, fluff & comfort.

-you and alexia navigate a tender moment when you reveal a worrying change in your health.

◞†◟ in safe arms by ^ alexia putellas x reader | a little bit of angst, small mentions of undetailed childhood trauma, fluff, comfort

-when your body goes back to survival mode, alexia is there to help you get through it.

◞†◟ heartfelt moments by ^ alexia putellas x reader | pure fluff

-your girlfriend helps you completing a milestone in your heart operation recovery process

◞†◟ soft touches by ^ alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+, fluff

-you lay half atop your girlfriend’s body, her back pressed against the bed, looking so beautifully serene.

◞†◟ superstar by @ktgoodmorning alexia putellas x reader | inspired by the song superstar by MARINA

-alexia misses you after a rough away game when you aren't there to comfort her.

◞†◟ it’s not what you know, it’s who you know by @muffinpink02 alexia putellas x reader | SMUT, 18+ fingering, strap, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, restraint and more, 12k+

-your best friend has invited you to be a plus one for an award show for women’s sports. you don’t have a clue about sport, so when a certain blonde comes and flirts with you, you can’t help but flirt back. but can she keep your attention?

◞†◟ hands by ^ alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+

-you loved days like these, they were rare and far between. just you and alexia spending time together.

◞†◟ i like the way you kiss me by @barcaatthemoon alexia putellas x reader | minors dni, 18+, smut warning

-alexia likes things the way they are, so you try your best to do so as well.

◞†◟ turned on by ^ alexia putellas x reader

-a night out forces you and alexia to finally do something about your obvious attraction to one another.

◞†◟ my soul, it did decide! by @ceesimz mom!alexia putellas x parentreader | fluff, angst

-adjusting to life with a child was as daunting as expected; having a whole human being depend on you was quite possibly the most terrifying thing in the world.

◞†◟ alexia's favorite breakfast by @httpswritings alexia putellas x reader | 0.4k, smut

-“ale, i'm going to be late.”

“no, you're not. i'll be quick.”

◞†◟ family barbecue by @ellatoone7 mom!alexia putellas x parent!reader | fluff

-family barbecues are the girl's new favourite thing

◞†◟ no time for losers by @girlgenius1111 alexia putellas x reader | smut, 18+

-everyone saw alexia's goal celebration. only you got to see [and participate in] the match celebrations later that night.

◞†◟ overworked by ^ alexia putellas x putellas!reader | panic attacks, hospitalization, drug use [very mild]

-reader is struggling with being a full time student & playing for barça, and being alexia putellas' sister. she turns to some unhealthy methods to cope, and her sister is not pleased when she finds out.

◞†◟ instincts by ^ parent!alexia putellas x parent!reader | angst + fluff

-having a newborn is, notoriously, not easy. it catches up to you. alexia is there to pick up the pieces and make sure you know how loved you are.

◞†◟ my kink is karma by @pitchsidestories alexia putellas x reader | 1.6k

-champions League nights were always magical, no matter who the opponent was.

◞†◟ too hot to handle by @p0orbaby alexia putellas x reader | a smidge of heatstroke, and a collapse, how fun, 0.8k

-alexia doesn’t want the past to repeat itself

◞†◟ actions have consequences by ^ alexia putellas x reader | 0.5k

-you take the walk of shame to a very uncomfortable level

◞†◟ goalscorer by @wileys-russo alexia putellas x reader | fluff

-you weren't sure whose hand would break first, yours or albas, with the way you both had a death grip on one another as the extra time slowly ticked down to zero and it felt as though the entire stadium held its breath.

✦ dividers by @cafekitsune, @plutism, @saradika-graphics ✦

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When do you think you will be able to post another episode of the series "if you were my little girl"? 🥹

i'll try to get it finished today or tomorrow <3