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what the fuck am i watching rnâŠ
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Choice || Leah Williamson
warnings : this is dark angst. there are mentions of sickness as well as reader death. please do not read if you are not comfortable.
a/n : the first 200 words of this came from 5 minutes on Squibler. There was no prompt, just me and my brain for five minutes where I could not stop typing or else it would delete it all. I finished it up and here it is. there is a line in there and it's above too that is near and dear to my heart. it's short but i hope those of you who read it enjoy.
Leah sighed walking into the bedroom. She watched as your chest rose and fell, the mug of piping hot coffee shaking in her hands. You looked so peaceful, yet so fragile.
How could someone so perfect be so sick?Â
When she first met you, she didn't think you would be gone 6 years later. She loved you with all her heart. If there was something you wanted, Leah would fight hand and foot to get it for you. She promised to love you through sickness and in death, yet here she was, watching you waste away. They were supposed to be vows, not her reality.
There was no cure.Â
There was no way to save the love of her life.Â
"Honey?"Â
"Hm?"Â
"It's time to wake up, baby."Â
"What time is it?"Â
"Just after 8."Â
You sit up, struggling to push yourself upright; Leah helps.Â
"Is that coffee I smell?" you mutter, voice hoarse.Â
"Yes ma'am,â Leah answered, trying not to burst into tears.Â
You were in pain. Lots of it.Â
There was pain everywhere. You couldn't remember the last time you woke up without it.Â
She was hesitant to touch you, afraid that you'd break. You were skin and bones.Â
There was nothing she could do and it was breaking her heart.Â
Was this fair? No.Â
Was this something she wished on herself? Every damn day.Â
There was no cure, remember? Leah remembered.
There was one option though. One that you were adamant you would not choose or consider.
You would never forgive yourself if you went through with it. You couldnât ask someone to do that for you; you werenât worth all that.Â
Leah knew she could fix it all. The one way available to save you was a sacrifice she was willing to make. Where there was love, there was pain.Â
This was pain Leah was willing to endure. For love. For you. Sheâd give up her life if it meant you lived.Â
You told doctors there was no way in hell you would let your wife do that. But the choice was not up to you. It was hers to make.
âBaby, Iâll get myself tested!âÂ
âNo Leah, I canât let you do that!âÂ
âBut what if Iâm a match?â Leah argued, face turning red with frustration and anger. Why were you being so stubborn? She could potentially save you! This was the easiest decision of her life!Â
âNo!â
âBaby, please! If Iâm a match we can fix this!âÂ
âI forbid you to do it.âÂ
âWhy are you being so fucking difficult right now?âÂ
âBecause I donât want you to live with the guilt of knowing you could have saved me!âÂ
The room goes silent and you canât hold the tears back anymore. Leah takes a step back and stares at you, while your eyes blur and the tears stain your hospital gown.Â
âPlease Leah, just let me die.â
âNo.âÂ
âLeah, I canât take it anymore. I canât do this-â you say, gesturing to the sterile room you sat in, âanymore! I donât want to suffer Leah, please,â you beg, reaching for her hand. It was cold.Â
âI want you to live out your life free, not stuck taking care of me.âÂ
âWhat if thatâs all I want to do with my life, huh? Take care of you?âÂ
âI canât let you do that Leah,â you whisper. âI canât make you throw your life away for me.âÂ
âThat is not a decision for you to make.âÂ
âWell, Iâve made it.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âTheyâre taking me to a facility.âÂ
âWhat for?â Leah asks, already knowing the answer.Â
âTo help me die.âÂ
Leah stands right in front of your grave, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in her hands. She smells them and smiles; everytime she smelt them her heart thought of you.Â
âHi baby,â Leah starts, kneeling by you. âHappy Anniversary. Rockyâs in the car, waiting for me. I think Iâll take him to get a pup cup,â she chuckles, âand yeah I knew you secretly took him for one every time you came to visit the locker rooms before game day.âÂ
Leah places the flowers in the little vase by your headstone.Â
âI miss you. I know itâs been a year but,â she wipes a tear, âI canât bear the thought of letting you go. You were the love of my life.â Leah stands, hands back in her trench coat pockets.Â
âThe part of my life where I had you will always be my favorite,â she whispers, walking away.Â
She gets back into her car and Rocky is wiggling his bum excitedly. She turns the ignition and pulls her seatbelt on, looking back at you in her rearview mirror.Â
âI love you.âÂ
âI love you too, Leah.â
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donât listen to ant conments on instagram, and ESPECIALLY donât even consider listening to someone who has âalphaâ in their username lmao. theyâre goofballs
i like asking men if them being an alpha is a furry thing đ€ it shuts them up pretty quickly xx
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that is fucking wild
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hard launch
mapi x ingrid x reader. after they confirm their relationship, the public's response makes you feel like maybe you don't belong with ingrid and mapi. an international break complicates the matter, until you're barely speaking to them, and they have to figure out what's wrong; until they have to try to pick up the pieces.
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âWe donât like to hide you, amor. We want everyone to know youâre ours. Please?âÂ
The hope in Mapiâs eyes was too hard to resist, quickly transforming into joy when you nodded your head. Next to you, Ingrid whispered a promise into your ear, that everything would be okay, everything would go perfectly. You werenât so sure. They didnât seem to understand your hesitation. Of course they didnât. They were them. Ingrid and Mapi. They were widely adored, together and separately.Â
Your girlfriends could do no wrong.Â
Except choose you, apparently.Â
It was easy to believe them, that no one would care, when you were safely tucked away in bed with them. Feeling Ingridâs arms wrapped around your waist and Mapiâs lips press into your forehead. They made you believe them; when they told you that while some may have a negative reaction, the majority of the public would just be happy if they were happy.Â
You shouldnât have believed them. Shouldnât have trusted them, shouldnât have given in when they asked you. A small, very hurt part of you wondered if it had been on purpose; a way for them to show you they were too good for you without actually having to say the words. Logical you knew that was ridiculous, but it was hard to use logic when you were scrolling through comment after comment about how awful you were.Â
Upon reflection, both of your girlfriendâs would realize the mistake of letting your relationship go public just a few days before you and Ingrid were set to go on national duty. It was a few simple posts, photos that would have previously just included Ingrid and Mapi now including you. You, asleep on Mapiâs shoulder on the plane. You and Ingrid, hand in hand as you walked through the darkened streets of the city. The posts confirmed rumors that had been simmering for months. You remembered so clearly hitting the post button at the same time your girlfriends did.Â
Theyâd smiled at you, dropping their phones onto the table without another thought. Yours was heavy in your hand, though, and it felt like every comment that slid through made it weigh more and more. The comments were worse under your post, of course they were. It was more confusion on your girlfriendâs pages than anything, but mostly vile insults on yours.Â
You shouldnât have read them in the first place, but you were only human. You couldnât help but scroll through the comments section late at night when you were supposed to be sleeping, search your name on twitter just to see what your new insecurity of the day would be. It was self destructive, yet you couldnât stop. It ate at you for three days before you left.Â
The worst was that they didnât even notice. Long used to ignoring comments on social media, neither of them saw what was happening, and what it was doing to you. In fact, it may have even been bearable if theyâd noticed. If theyâd been there to dispel your worries. Instead, theyâd remained oblivious, and then youâd all split up for a week. You to England, Ingrid to Norway, Mapi staying at home in Spain.Â
You always got a bit anxious before it was time for camp, and any odd behavior on your part was attributed to that, both by your girlfriends, and by you. Because while your brain was screaming for you to show them everything that was being said and beg for them to tell you none of it was true, you refused to be that pathetic. They wanted this so badly, a relationship that wasnât a secret, and you couldnât ruin that.Â
Maybe, though, youâd already ruined everything anyway. Each of them felt the odd and unusual tension when they kissed you goodbye earlier that afternoon, but neither of them were there to see the tears that fell once you were on the plane, leaving Barcelona.Â
If the past 3 days had been almost unbearable, and youâd been with them, you couldnât imagine what a week of not seeing them would do to you. You werenât sure you could survive it.Â
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It took Ingrid an embarrassingly long time to realize you were avoiding speaking to her. Mapi, less so. It was the 3rd day of a 7 day break, and the three of you had only facetimed once. Which, in and of itself, wasnât odd. What was odd, though, was the fact that youâd barely been texting them. You hadnât spoken to either of your girlfriends unless theyâd called you, hadnât reached out at all. It was unlike you, but even then, both of them just assumed it had been a busy break.Â
At least, until Ingrid got a text from Keira. The midfielder was wondering what was going on with you, if the three of you had been in some kind of fight or something, because you were acting completely weird. Barely socializing, looking exhausted no matter how much time you spent alone in your room. It was concerning enough that multiple of your teammates had noticed, and tried to talk to you about it, only to be shut down.Â
You were fine, you told them. Nothing was wrong, you were just a bit more stressed than usual.Â
None of them believed you, but your answer as to what was wrong remained the same. Finally, Leah instructed Keira to just text one of your girlfriends, and see if they knew anything. If they did, perhaps they could give Keira some answers on how to help you. And if they didnât⊠well, there was clearly something very, very wrong.Â
The phone call that followed Keiraâs text wasnât very fun for you, or for either of your girlfriends. Mapi had to ring you three times before you picked up, and even then, your face was only half in view of the screen. After youâd exchanged helloâs, you fell silent. It was a heavy silence, one that told both your girlfriendâs very clearly that you werenât okay. They didnât know why, but they were going to figure it out if it was the last thing they did.Â
After a few more seconds of total silence where they waited for you to say something, Mapi gave in.Â
âAmor? How are you?â Mapi wondered.Â
âFine.â You told her. Short answers, make up an excuse for why you have to go in a minute. Donât cry. Donât cry. They donât need to deal with your emotions, just like how they probably donât want to deal with you.Â
âReally? Because Keira told us youâve been acting kind of weird.â Ingrid said gently. You forced yourself to look away from her wide, concerned eyes.Â
Fuck, this was hard. But you couldnât break down. They didnât need that. They didnât need you.Â
âYep. Iâm fine.â You replied shortly, shifting again so the camera only showed half your face.Â
âCan you let me see you, then?â Ingrid asked. âIf nothing is wrong, look at us.âÂ
With a very forced roll of your eyes, you tilted the screen so that your face was visible. You looked exhausted, which theyâd known you would, but they werenât expecting the completely empty look in your eyes.Â
âAmor, are you sure youâre-â
âMarĂa, I said Iâm fine,â you snapped, digging your nails into the skin of your thigh at the hurt look on your girlfriendâs face. Guilt was all you could feel, suffocating, maddening guilt.Â
âDonât be like that.â Ingrid said sharply. âWeâre worried, and we want to help,âÂ
âI donât need help. Everything is fine. God, canât you both just leave me alone? Youâre hovering and youâre suffocating me and Iâm over it. Iâll talk to you later, I have to go.âÂ
You hung up before either of them could get a word out, throwing your phone across the room once youâd done so.Â
Everyone was right. You werenât good for them. You weren't good.Â
The text you received afterwards only reinforced that. Your phone screen was cracked from the force of your throw, but you could still see what Ingrid had written.Â
I donât know what the issue is, but if youâre upset about something, you need to stop being immature and tell us whatâs wrong. We canât read your mind. You owe me and MarĂa an apology.
Mapi hadnât even bothered to text.Â
It was easier than you expected to push them away, which really just reinforced what youâd been convinced of over the past several days. They were better off without you. You tried to convey that in your reply.Â
Iâm sorry to both of you. You deserve better. Donât worry about me, please. Iâm fine.
You were pretty sure youâd never been less fine in your life.Â
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Neither of your girlfriends liked the sound of your last text. It was self deprecating, and it just didnât sound like the you they knew. Their frustration began to fall back into worry, and that worry only grew with every day that passed.Â
You wouldnât answer their calls or their texts. None of your teammates could get a single word out of you.Â
Mapi almost flew out to you when Keira told her that Sarina was benching you for the friendly you had. The only reason she didnât was because you were coming home the following day.Â
Keira said you werenât sleeping and barely eating. The coaches and physios and captains had tried to talk to you, but you just kept saying you were fine.Â
Neither Mapi nor Ingrid were very sure what they were going to get when you came home to them the next day. No matter how much either of them thought about it, they couldnât put the pieces together. Youâd been fine before you left. Maybe a little weird, but nothing compared to how you were now.Â
Ingrid had barely played in her own match, too stressed over you to really focus on training. It was a friendly for her, too, and sheâd never cared less about a match in her life. Never wanted something to be over more in her life.Â
Mapi was laying on the couch when she figured it out. Snuggling with Bagheera, maybe wearing one of your shirts, and definitely not stalking your instagram.Â
She clicked on the comments by accident, but the absolute vitriol caught her eye immediately. She read one comment. Then another.Â
She read them until she was crying, herself. Until she finally had to close the app before she broke her phone by throwing it or something, and called Ingrid.Â
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Mapi was always more active on social media over the international break. She must have been really bored to be looking through your instagram, but that was the only explanation for the text you received with only a day to go until you headed back to Barcelona. Â
Amor, I think I understand why youâve been so distant recently. I donât know how to fix this so far away from you, especially when you wonât answer the phone, but I love you so much. None of those people know you or us. We want you, and that is all that matters. Please donât be too unkind to yourself. Call me if you can.
Ingridâs text followed shortly after.Â
I talked to MarĂa, and I went through the comments. Iâm so sorry we didn't notice before now, and Iâm so sorry youâve been dealing with this by yourself. I understand why youâve been distant, but I wish youâd answer the phone. I love you, so so much. More than you know.Â
They still cared, and you didnât understand why.Â
You were nothing, and they were everything, but thatâs not how they were acting.
It was incomprehensible, so you didnât try to comprehend it. You ignored their texts, and knew that once you arrived home tomorrow, there wouldnât be any more avoidance, for better or for worse.Â
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Your hand shook as you tried to unlock the door, eventually just dropping the keys all together onto the door mat. Swearing under your breath, you set your bag down to grab them, but the door swung open of its own accord. There Mapi stood, her phone in hand like sheâd been tracking your location. Just the sight of her had emotion splitting your chest open, tears instantly filling your eyes.Â
âCorazĂłn,â she murmured, tugging you in through the door as her free hand grabbed your bag.Â
âHi,â you said meekly, shutting your eyes as Mapiâs hands came up to cup your cheeks, her eyes studying your face closely. The whole time youâd been gone, you hadnât let yourself cry. Not one tear, no matter how much youâd wanted to. Youâd done everything you could to push every emotion away, focus on numbness rather than everything swirling around inside your head. As soon as you saw Mapi, though, that was over.Â
You sunk in on yourself, your head dropping until your chin hit your chest, and all you could see was your shoes on the hardwood floor. Tears clouded your vision, and you couldnât help the quiet sob that slipped past your lips.Â
It was a testament to how poor your state of mind had gotten in the last week that as soon as Mapi kissed your cheek, you broke completely, a part of you genuinely shocked that she still cared for you. Still wanted you. She drew you in closer, dropping your bag to the ground and kicking the door shut as she did so. You pressed your face into her shoulder, hands fisting themselves in the fabric of her sweatshirt.Â
âIâve got you, amor. Iâm right here.âÂ
And she was. She was right there. Even though everything seemed to tell you that it should be otherwise, she was still there. She still loved you. The comments sheâd evidently discovered hadnât lifted some veil from her eyes, making her realize how much she despised you, how much better she could do. She touched you in the same gentle way, held you so carefully. She still loved you. She loved you.Â
Somehow you found yourself being half carried over to the couch, still cradled close to Mapiâs chest. Once she had you comfortably resting with your head in her lap, you tried to speak.Â
âIâm sorry,â you cried, looking up with wide eyes at your girlfriend, desperate that she understand that you knew this was your fault, and your fault alone.Â
Mapi just shook her head. âNo, you have nothing to be sorry for. Iâm sorry. Iâm sorry I didnât realize what was going on sooner, and Iâm sorry there has ever been any doubt in your head that I love you.âÂ
And though it still didnât make any sense, you turned and buried your face in the fabric of Mapiâs, of your, shirt, and let every feeling that had been trying to strangle you for the last week out.  Â
Mapi was there through it all, her hands stroking your hair and rubbing your back. Wiping away your tears as she murmured soft, sweet reassurances to you.Â
It was still incomprehensible, but you were tired of trying to understand why they loved you still. Why they loved you at all. You were too tired of everything, honestly, and all you seemed to be capable of was sniffling into your girlfriendâs lap, and drifting off into the best sleep youâd had in 7 days.Â
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When Ingrid walked in through the front door, it was completely silent, save for an occasional sniffle. It had been radio silence from Mapi since the time you were due to arrive home, around two hours before her own plane landed. She had no idea what to expect upon her arrival, and the unknown made her stomach twist with anxiety.Â
 She leaned down to pet Bagheera quickly, before making her way into the living room. If she thought she was going to find you to be the source of the quiet crying, she was wrong.Â
Instead, you were curled up in Mapiâs lap, your head resting on her thigh, as you dozed peacefully. The Spaniard was playing with your hair in one hand, the other reaching up to wipe away her tears. If there was anything Ingrid hated, it was seeing either of you upset; she would get this itching feeling to fix it, no matter what it took. Within a second, Ingrid was crossing the room and sliding onto the sofa next to Mapi, her hand cupping the older womanâs cheek. Mapi inhaled shakily, trying to muster a smile for the Norwegian, but it was a weak attempt.Â
âHi my love.â Ingrid whispered, placing a gentle kiss on Mapiâs slightly damp cheek.Â
âHi.â Mapi whispered back, her voice thick with emotion.Â
âTell me why youâre crying.â Ingrid was pretty sure she had a good idea, but she wanted to hear it from Mapi.Â
âSheâs⊠sheâs in so much pain, Ingrid. She believes everything everyone is saying about her. I canât imagine what the last week has been like and I didnât do anything about it-â
The Norwegian cut her girlfriend off. âNeither of us did. She didnât tell us. We should have checked in and we should have realized something was off before we left, but she didnât tell us, MarĂa. She didnât want us to know.âÂ
Mapi nodded slowly, and Ingrid knew that the Spaniard still blamed herself. Honestly, Ingrid blamed herself, too, and no rational words could fix that. Not when you were laid in front of her, the effects of the past week clear on your face.Â
Knowing that there wasnât anything else she could say, Ingrid wrapped an arm around Mapiâs shoulder, pulling the defender into her. With MarĂaâs head on her shoulder, and you sleeping in her lap, Ingrid could almost pretend that everything was fine.Â
In the silence, she could pretend that you hadnât been subjected to astoundingly hateful comments that had made you doubt the entirety of your relationship with them. If she tried really hard, she could pretend everything was fine.Â
When the first tear slid down her cheek, though, she knew she wasnât really convincing herself. Not with Mapi crying on her shoulder, not with you, exhausted, heart battered and bruised next to her. Nothing could erase what had happened, but Ingrid hoped, with everything in her, that it could be repaired.Â
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When you woke, you thought you found yourself just as youâd been when youâd fallen asleep, with the environment around you slightly different. It was lighter, in the apartment, with the smell of something cooking wafting in from the kitchen. You shifted, realizing you werenât lying on Mapi, anymore. Your head was resting on a pillow, two throw blankets tucked around you meticulously.Â
Low voices were audible from the kitchen, and you rose shakily, feeling weak and exhausted from your breakdown, even as youâd just woken. A part of you wanted to just head for the door. Running away would be the easiest option, because you were quite sure that going into that kitchen would bring about conversations you didnât want to have. If you could have done anything, you would have gone back in time to two weeks ago, when no one knew about the three of you, and no one had anything to say. Back when Mapi and Ingrid had no reason to question your mental health and your very negative view of yourself. It had felt like they were fixing that, slowly but surely. The response to your relationship had destroyed what self confidence you had built back up, and it was so fragile now, you knew you wouldnât be able to successfully convince them that you were okay.Â
But there was love waiting for you in the kitchen, love you didnât understand but love you craved all the same. And if you walked out the door, you werenât sure youâd ever find anything like it ever again.Â
When you walked into the kitchen, it was to find both of your girlfriends sitting at the counter, both looking at something on Ingridâs computer.Â
Ingrid turned to look at the sound of your footsteps padding into the room, and any fear you had that she was still upset with you melted away at the look on her face. She got up, practically crashing into you with the force of her hug. One arm around your back, the other pressing your face into her shoulder, she held you so tightly, she hoped it would convey to you that she was never letting you go.Â
âMy love.â She sighed, feeling you sink into her. It was such a relief to have you back in her arms, to know that you were okay and safe, relatively speaking. Ingrid had thought the worry and concern would fade a little at the sight of you, but it didnât. If anything, it grew. Because you so clearly weren't okay, and she wasnât quite sure how sheâd missed all of this.Â
Ingrid and Mapi had discussed it while you were asleep; that for your response to the hatred being spewed your way to be this severe, there had to be some foundation to it already in place. For you to so readily believe that you werenât worthy of them, that you were destroying their relationship, that you were an awful person, you must have had those thoughts before. They hadnât known that, hadnât ever known you to be anything but energetic and smiley and happy and loving.Â
You felt arms snake their way around your abdomen, Mapiâs face come to settle against the back of your head. It was a relief to you, too, to keep being reminded that they wanted you, regardless of what the little voice in your head was trying to convince you of.Â
They held you like that for a while. Until Ingridâs arms started to go numb and Mapiâs began to ache from holding you so tightly. Only when you shifted uncomfortably in between them did they finally let go, allowing you to step away from them and rub harshly at your eyes.Â
It was just hitting you now, the full force of what youâd put them through. And now that you were with them, again, you felt a little silly for how youâd acted. You were younger than both of them, not by much, but that immaturity was clear in your actions over the past week, and you hated that. You hated that youâd made things worse for them when youâd only been trying to make everything better. Â
âIâm so sorry.â You croaked, desperate for them to know that your intention hadnât been to hurt them, that you were just reacting in the way you best knew how. They both began speaking at the same time, trying to tell you that you didnât need to be sorry, but you didnât let them get very far. âNo, I am. I put you guys through hell and that wasnât fair of me. I should have just talked to you, I know that. I just- I donât⊠Iâm not-â
Ingrid interrupted you, reaching forward to grab your hand in hers, an almost painfully sympathetic look on her face. âItâs okay. We both understand that you were struggling, and that your first instinct was to shut down. I donât really understand why, if weâve made you feel like you canât come to us with things that are upsetting you-âÂ
At this, you shook your head rapidly back and forth. This wasnât their fault, they had to know that.
â-we want to talk more, but we want to show you something first.â Ingrid finished, tugging on your hand until you followed her over to her computer. There was a document pulled up, one they had clearly been pouring over when youâd walked in. Both of them stood behind you anxiously as you read, not sure if their idea was going to make this worse or better.Â
When you turned to them with tears once again pooling in your eyes, they feared theyâd made it worse.Â
When you flung your arms around both of them, a soft thank you falling from your lips, they knew theyâd made it better.Â
It had been Mapiâs idea to craft a statement, one that sheâd checked with her agent and the clubâs PR people about. Everyone had been on board, so sheâd got to writing, as soon as sheâd gotten the okay from Ingrid as well. Sheâd never post it without your consent, but she hoped that it would alleviate some of your worries.Â
It was quick and to the point, and you could see where Ingrid had vetoed some of Mapiâs run-on sentences. The two of them expressed their disgust with the way people had been treating you in the past week. They had really only ever been on the receiving end of love from the fans, and this was not what they had been anticipating. You were an important part of their relationship, of their lives. You deserved respect, and they wouldnât tolerate anything else. Their priority was each other, and you. It should have all been things you already knew, but you were crying like you hadnât known how important you were to them.Â
They let everything sink in, let you calm down for almost 20 minutes before they started the conversation youâd been dreading. They watched carefully as you settled yourself in the armchair in the living room, leaving the couch for both of them. The distance you were creating made them nervous, and Ingrid couldnât help but lean forward and rest her hand on your knee. You seemed to relax a little, even giving the Norwegian a tiny smile in response.Â
Mapi was, again, the one to break the silence. âAmor, I donât really understand. Why didnât you come to us with this? We would have stopped it as soon as we knew.âÂ
It felt oddly like a therapy session, with both of them staring at you from the couch, the spotlight very clearly fixated on you as you began to speak.Â
âAt first, I didnât want to be dramatic. And then the comments started to get to me and I was afraid that if I brought it upâŠâ
âWhat?â Ingrid asked softly, bracing herself for whatever you were about to say.Â
You looked away from them, chewing on your lip. âI was afraid youâd agree with the comments and break up with me. I was afraid you were just with me because you didnât know how to end it. I was just really scared you wouldnât love me anymore.âÂ
You kept your eyes fixed on the rug underneath you, even when Ingrid grabbed your hand and pulled on it, eventually pulling so hard you gave in and got up, settling in between the two of them on the sofa. Gentle fingers grabbed your chin, tilting your head up, forcing you to look at Mapi.Â
âHow could we not love you?â She asked incredulously. Her disbelief settled something in you, and you wanted nothing more than to bury your face in her shirt and let yourself relax, but you knew you had to help them understand.Â
âIâm not good enough for either of you. Iâve never understood why you want me, and-âÂ
âStop.â Ingrid cut in, shifting so that she could look you in the eye. âHow long have you been feeling like this? Longer than just since the comments?âÂ
You nodded slowly, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew they didnât like you keeping things from them, and this was something rather important. âSince the beginning. I love you both, but Iâve never understood why you love me.âÂ
Both of them were completely silent for a moment, long enough for you to get nervous. âItâs okay, really. Iâve always been like this.âÂ
âUnkind to yourself?â Mapi asked quietly.Â
You turned your attention back to her. âRealistic.âÂ
She scoffed, taking a few calming deep breaths. âThat is not realistic. Not at all. We tell you we love you and you donât believe us?â
âNo, MarĂa, I believed you, I just didnât get why. It never made sense to me because you are both so perfect.âÂ
Ingrid squeezed your hand, pulling your attention back to her. You wished theyâd sit in front of you or something, so you didnât have to turn back and forth like you were watching a tennis match.Â
âThe way you think about yourself is ridiculous. If we are perfect, so are you.â Ingrid said, her hand cupping your face, thumb tracing over your cheekbone. âYou arenât tricking us into loving you. We just love you. We arenât going to change our minds about that.âÂ
She kissed your lips gently, and you hadnât realized how much youâd missed her kisses, her touch, until that moment. Mapiâs voice in your ear stopped you from leaning forward and capturing Ingrid in another kiss.Â
âI know this isnât something you can change overnight, how you think about yourself. But I want you to try, okay? I want you to really try for me.âÂ
You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly. You could try. For them, even if you werenât sure you deserved it.Â
âI will.â You promised. âIf you both promise that you wonât stay with me if you stop loving me. That if Iâm not what you want anymore, youâll-â
âWe wonât ever stop loving you. There is no we without you, love. There is just us.â Ingrid told you, her green eyes boring into yours, making it hard to come up with a response.Â
âWe choose whatâs best for us. And we choose you. You are good enough, mi amor.â Mapi promised. Her whisper in your ear sent a shiver down your spine, the words filling you with the sensation of being loved. So much love, you werenât sure what to do with it all.
âYou are good.â Ingrid emphasized, her lips pressing repeated kisses onto your temple. âYou are good, and we love you so much.âÂ
It didnât feel as incomprehensible anymore.Â
âWe want you to love you too. Whatever it takes to convince you that you are good and loved, amor, weâll do it. Okay?âÂ
You nodded, turning to press a kiss to Mapiâs lips. Ingrid buried her face in your neck, and you wondered how youâd ever considered walking out the door. You belonged here, with them. They chose you, and that was all that mattered.Â
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i have no confidence that this is good BUTđ€ i hope you all like this one. it was a labor of love... i think i like it?? who knows.
normally bailey builds up my confidence before i post a fic but she's on a very well deserved fun super cool trip and i don't want to interrupt her so please tell me this doesn't suck! lie if you must!
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One Thing Led to Another || Aggie Beever-Jones
warnings : smut 18+, face-fucking, strap sucking, strap-on sex, cunnilingus, rough sex, rough oral sex, orgasm control, aftercare.
a/n : everyone say thank you spicy anon
Aggie was a confident woman. She knows her skills on the pitch speaks for itself.Â
Those rules apply for her skills in the bedroom. There was this aura about her, she simply knew they were good, there was no need to tell her.Â
She loved it best when you were pliant and obedient. Pretty eyes fluttering up at her. Arms tucked behind your back. Jaw slack for her to fuck.Â
That's how she had you in front of her right now. Knees aching, arms shackled behind you, jaw sloppy and hers to use.Â
Aggie leaned over you, lips sporting her gorgeous smile. She kissed your nose before standing back up to hold her cock right in front of your face.Â
âShall we go again, darling?â Aggie asks mockingly, the tip of her strap teasing your lips. She presses in when you open your mouth to answer, the sound of you choking sends shivers down her spine.Â
Her hands pull and grab fistfuls of your hair, using the leverage to fuck your throat. She moans like she feels the sensations, a manic smile on her face. Aggie watches your eyes water and your throat sputter, her hips not being gentle one bit.Â
âYou look so pretty like this babygirl,â she groans. âSuch a good toy for me arenât you?âÂ
Aggie pulls out and pats your cheek hard a couple times, pinching your cheeks together before smashing her lips to yours. She kisses you sloppily, tongue slipping into your mouth too.Â
She moves over to the bed and sits down, beckoning you to kneel before her.Â
You do, sitting right in front of her neatly. She caresses your cheek, pecking your forehead. You begin to relax when she pulls your head back a little roughly only to slap her strap on your lips. You whine, hands aching to hold onto her thick thighs; you knew better than that.Â
She forces the silicone deep into your mouth, moaning when you take the whole thing. She gets a little excited, hips fucking into your mouth a little too desperately. She sits back down and lets you take over, watching as your hands hesitantly frame her cock to suck.Â
Your lips wrap around her cock perfectly, taking the whole appendage easily. You breathe through your nose steadily, pulling back to spit all over her.Â
Aggie canât catch her breath, the sight of you practically drooling for her cock sends her spiraling. Her knuckles are white from holding onto the white sheets too tight, fingers begging to be tangled in your hair again. One hand wins, resting on top of your head to guide you up and down on her cock.Â
She pulls you off just before the pure sensations send her towards a hands-free orgasm. You settle into her lap, arms wrapped around her neck while you kiss hotly. She grabs a fistful of your ass, spanking you hard. You moan into her mouth and she swallows, rough hands kneading your full ass. Sheâs a tits girl but loves to have your ass in her hands.Â
She spanks you hard a few more times, sucking your tongue gently. Your hips canât help themselves, grinding down on her cock. You can feel it poking your inner thigh, all you needed to do was adjust yourself just a little and it would slip rightâŠ
âAh ah ah, no maâam,â Aggie teases, grabbing your hips. You look up at her and sheâs got a look in her eye, one that you know very well.Â
âJust let me enjoy you for a bit, yeah?âÂ
You nod, letting her maneuver you how she liked. You lifted off her and her cock slipped in, much to Aggieâs delight. You sink down and feel the whole thing fill you, your eyes locking in with Aggie.Â
âEasy baby, thatâs a good girl,â she praises, strong thighs helping you ride her cock. She takes your breast in her mouth, moaning when you melt into her.Â
The sensations drive you crazy, her hands guiding your hips into her cock while her mouth suckles on one breast after the other. Youâre not bothered to keep quiet as the sound of skin slapping and your sultry moans fill the room.Â
A switch goes off in Aggieâs brain when you moan her name like a whore, her entire body suddenly overcome with strength.Â
She picks you up off her cock and throws you onto the bed, pressing your legs back and fucking into you.Â
âAggie!â you cry, pussy taking her cock much deeper than you did mere seconds ago. She growls, leaning over you to suckle and bite your tits. Her hips donât waiver, pounding right into your sweet spot.
âThatâs my girl, taking my cock so well angel,â Aggie praises, hands pressing you right in half. Sheâs getting frustrated, eyes going dark and lustrous but she still tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear kindly.Â
She pulls out and flips you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up for her. She spanks your ass before kneeling behind you. She spreads you wide open, lips sucking hard on your slick folds. You can barely think straight, before you are overwhelmed with sensations. She tongue-fucks your pussy, moaning at the taste of you and the lube on her tongue.Â
âMmh,â she moans, tongue flicking over your clit hard. Youâre a moaning mess, hands unsure of what to hold onto. She spanks your ass one more time before standing up and slapping her cock on your pussy. She presses in and you whine, head spinning with the highs and lows of your arousal.Â
She reaches for your arms to hold on to, using them to fuck into you harder. Her hips are strong and firm, the feeling of being bent in half sends you shuddering with pleasure.Â
âAggie, Aggie please baby,â you beg, voice stuck in your throat as the air gets stuck in your lungs. Sheâs stuffing you full to the brim, and youâre this close to losing it.Â
âGetting close, precious?â she asks innocently, hips never losing their strength.Â
âYes, please iâm so close to cumming,â you whisper, sweat forming on your brow from how hard you were holding it in. She lets your arms go and you fall onto the bed, panting hard. She pulls your torso up to her chest, lips pressed right onto your ear.Â
She pounds right into your sweet spot this way, one hand holding your arms behind your back.Â
This was pleasure at its finest.Â
âHow about you hold it in for me, sweetheart?â she asks in her sweetest voice, hips slowing to a hard thrust every few seconds.Â
âCâCanât Aggie, suhâso fucking câclose,â you croak, tears falling down your cheeks as her hips slowly begin to speed up.Â
âHmm, I donât want you to come just yet, darling,â she whispers into your ear. âI want you to hold it.âÂ
âPlease Aggie, gonna cumâŠâ you try and beg again, thighs shaking with how hard you were holding your orgasm in.Â
âHold it.âÂ
âAggie! Really câcanât!âÂ
âYou can sweetheart, just a little more.âÂ
âPlease hurry, hurry hurry gonna cumâŠ!âÂ
âCum.âÂ
Your muscles relax and your high hits and oh boy youâre seeing stars. Aggie pounds into you through it and she comes with you, your highs bouncing off each other.Â
She reaches around and fondles your clit and a gush comes out of you. She doesnât stop touching you and youâre making a right mess on the sheets but you donât care; this is the best orgasm youâve ever had.Â
âAggieâŠâ you whine, reaching for her when she finally pulls out. She takes her strap off and pulls you into her arms, taking you into the bathroom.Â
The shower is warm and you're standing together in each otherâs arms. Sheâs kissing every bit of skin she can, hands caressing your every curve and valley.
You hold her face in your hands and kiss her sweetly, the warm water cascading down your body.
âThank you,â you whisper between kisses, feeling her hands hold your waist and pull you closer. She nods into the kiss, cradling her head as she deepens it.Â
âI love you,â she replies, heart growing fonder when you whisper it back to her.Â
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underneath the surface
umm so iâm back.. kind of? this fic was a rollercoaster but i hold it very near and dear to my heart. i hope you all enjoy it and find some comfort in it because i definitely do <3
warnings: no warnings just some medical jargon and talks of endometriosis!
Alexia has always been credited for her attentiveness.
Most people say that itâs the reason sheâs such a good captain, and of course, she denies to everybody that she just goofs around less than some of her teammates.
But, inevitably, itâs true, Alexia is a lot more attentive than other people. She pays attention to the small things, the under the surface things, things that most people wouldnât bat an eyelid at.
Although, in her opinion, she doesnât need to be observant nor attentive to be curious about this one part of your relationship.
It doesnât take brilliant observation skills to recognise a pattern, from the age of two most people are able to recognise patterns. For a two year old, itâs colours and shapes and different farm animals. For Alexia itâs become an observation.
Itâs routine, a pattern, a constant repeat in your relationship that for the first few months she ignored.
Like a broken record constantly repeating itself, every month, without fail, you disappeared for a couple of nights.
Not literally, for those days youâll retreat of the pitch and inside to the gym but Alexia still sees you everyday, and for the most part, youâll still go out for coffee with her and go on walks together, but for at least three nights, sometimes up to 7, there are no sleepovers, no late night movie binges, no dinners.
It went unnoticed by Alexia for longer than normal, love was Alexiaâs biggest weakness and it subtly impaired her abilities to be as observant as she prided herself.
Who could blame her? It was hard to be detail oriented when she was too busy enjoying the puppy dog love that came from realising that she was so in love with her life with you, even if it was still relatively new.
But, even with her focus partially impaired, it didnât take a whole lot of skills to recognise the abnormality of what was occurring.
It was particularly abnormal, because for every other day of the month, you spent your nights at Alexiaâs. Alexia would even go as far to say that you're pretty much moved into her apartment. Your dog had a bed in her apartment, your training kit and bag had a permanent spot at her door, most of your clothes were now sitting next to Alexiaâs in her wardrobe.
Your apartment, for the most part, existed purely for the sake of storing all of your furniture. Alexia had brought up leasing it, youâd been dating for almost a year now and whilst it was a short time to move in with each other, the two of you spent so much time together that to her it made the most sense. Beyond that, it was her way of testing the water, to see if her observation was as real as she began to think it was.
Your immediate denial of the idea confirmed what she had been beginning to think.
Originally, sheâd thought that maybe you were overwhelmed from constantly being around Alexia, it was a lot being at training together all day and then heading home to each other.
It didn't make sense though.
When you were together, you were attached at the hip. You were both naturally clingy towards each other and after questioning Mapi about it, as ambiguously as she could, she was backed up in that it wasnât normal behaviour for an overwhelmed person to be so eager to be so connected.
So, the theory was canned and when the following month the same thing happened, Alexiaâs curiosity peaked once again.
She moved onto a theory that maybe it was some kind of homesickness, that you just needed to sleep in your own bed a couple of nights every month.
But not only did you constantly complain about your own apartment and how unhomey it felt in comparison to Alexiaâs, it was always the same week every month.
Which should have been the biggest clue, and yet for whatever reason it had completely slipped past Alexia.
It was only when one of the team doctors had approached Alexia about her cycle changing, that it all clicked for her.
Alexiaâs period had skipped, and theyâd logged it a couple of months ago. Obviously, without noticing, it had been because the two of you had synched up, which made plenty of sense.
Alexiaâs period was an inconvenience, but it wasnât a true bother, just something she had to put up with. In all honesties though, for her, her period was nothing to her, she had hardly any symptoms, her body functioned the exact same way, everything was almost the exact same.
Yet, every month, when apparently your period came around, you happened to disappear for a couple of days. Alexia would have loved to think it was a coincidence, but with her new knowledge, she decided to put it to test.
She wasnât surprised, when the following month her own period came, a couple of days later you were back to hiding out at your place for a couple of nights.
Like lightwork, when you came back to Alexia, you were the exact same, like nothing had happened, and yet Alexia was certain that there was something being hidden underneath the surface.
A lot of people were insecure about their period, Alexia had grown up in a house full of girls, her period had been anything but stigmatised, and she was grateful for that.
She was self aware enough though to know that not everybody was fortunate enough to have that same experience. She was also aware that unfortunately, sometimes peoples partners could be unaccepting and close minded about those kinds of things.
So, when the following month, Alexia got her period and without fail, four days later you mentioned that you would drive yourself to training so that you could head back to your apartment afterwards, Alexia was already plotting away.
She had time to think about it during video review that day, there wasnât a lot to focus on then when the team was coming off of a 4-0 win to Atletico and anything that was of importance, aAlexia had already noted when sheâd watched the immediately after the game.
It was a sound plan in her mind, chocolate, a heat pack, your favourite italian takeaway, Alexiaâs favourite hoodie that you always tried to steal and your favourite blanket from her apartment.
Alexia wanted you to know that you could be just as comfortable in her home, regardless of what was happening. Hopefully, in knowing that, youâd let go of the part of you that was so clearly avoiding Alexia.
Alexia, above being observant, liked to be a problem solver. She liked to take initiative, she liked to fix things.
So, after a shower and a quick snack when sheâd returned home, she packed up all of the supplies. On the way to your apartment, which she hadnât visited in months, she picked up food and then was on her way.
In the early months of your relationship, it had just been easier for the two of you to spend time at Alexiaâs because it was closer to the training grounds and more lived in.
Whilst youâd been living in Barcelona now for nearly three years, your home was still in England, and it had been hard for you to fully settle into Barcelona even if it was your home for now.
Alexia knew it, so sheâd welcomed you into her home with open arms. It had been heartwarming for her to slowly watch you integrate yourself into Alexiaâs life, it made her happier then anything else.
So, she made her mind up that whatever this bump was, she was going to help you get over it, so that she could have all of you, and most importantly so you would feel like Alexia cared.
The feeling that Alexia got as she pulled up next to your car in the lot of your apartment was chilling, in her gut it felt like something was wrong. It was a feeling that set into Alexia's stomach as she stepped out of her car and hurried to collect her things before making her way over to the elevator.
Alexia stays as composed as she can manage, even though on the inside, the worry is starting to set in.
Itâs not like theoretically she has anything to worry about, itâs not like this is an abnormal situation, but the weird feeling in Alexiaâs stomach is putting her off and the only thing that she can think will make it better is seeing your face.
All Alexia wants to do is wrap you up in her arms for a moment, for her own peace of mind, to stop the off feeling that has been resonating inside of her as sheâs tried to get to the bottom of this problem, thatâs not really a problem. Itâs an inconsistency, and one thing about Alexia is that she doesnât like inconsistency. She fixes problems, she doesnât enjoy living life whilst there is something that isnât quite right, and she needs to make this right.
Alexia knocks at your door quietly, two little raps that she hopes you hear.
When she receives nothing in response, she knocks again, this time a little bit louder.
Alexia waits a few seconds, whilst itâs been a couple of hours since your session there is the off chance that you're in the shower or bath.
After quite a bit of waiting with no noises from the other side of the door, Alexia knocks once more, already pulling her keychain from her pocket and feeling for the spare key to your apartment.
When she finds it, she pulls it up to the lock, waiting just a few more seconds before slotting it into the keyhole and twisting it until it clicks.
The first thing Alexia notices is that your apartment is completely pitch black and if it werenât for the fact that she saw your car earlier, she might have just left.
Alexia tiptoes her way through the entryway and into your kitchen, itâs hard to see much with all of the blinds pulled shut and none of the lights on, so she blindly feels around for the light switch until she finally finds it and flicks it.
The immediate groan that comes from the direction of your couch definitely does not go unnoticed by Alexia.
âLights off.â
As fast as she can, Alexia turns the light back off, before curiously tiptoeing over to the edge of your couch.
Youâre a lump under a pile of blankets, but sheâs able to make out the shape of your body underneath it.
âHey baby.â
You groan again, and the feeling in Alexiaâs stomach only gets worse.
Alexia takes a few steps forwards, assessing you in front of her.
Her hand reaches out tentatively for you, she feels around the mass of blankets until she feels a part of your body underneath the pile of fluff, she follows the lump until she makes her way up to your head.
Your whole body is warm, or the blankets are warm, she isnât actually quite sure where the blankets end and your body starts.
âWhy are you here?â
Your voice is all croaky, and Alexia is certain you must be sick and sheâs somehow missed all the symptoms of it.
âI wanted to spend the night with you.â
Alexiaâs hand finally finds a bit of skin on your neck and she traces her fingers until she finds your jawline.
âGo home, Ale.â
The sound of your voice is making Alexia antsy, she canât believe sheâs missed the fact that you are sick.
âNo, bebita, youâre sick and Iâm here to look after you. I have your favourite food and chocolate, we can cuddle up in bed and you can sleep this off. I brought my hoodie for you.â
Alexia turns your head up, so your hair is peaking out of the blanket mound and she can see your squinted eyes.
âIâm not sick, Alexia.â
You keep your eyes crammed shut for the sake of not making the pounding headache you have any worse.
âBebita, youâre all hot and croaky, itâs okay to be sick, Iâm here to look after you.â
If you werenât working so hard to keep your eyes closed youâd roll them, but that seems like far too much work for right now.
âAlexia Iâm not sick, Iâm just on my period.â
Alexiaâs brow furrows, if your eyes werenât closed youâd catch it. Itâs the same furrow that always happens when Alexia thinks somebody else is wrong and sheâs right.
âBebita, this seems like a little bit more than a period. Itâs okay, Iâm here.â
You groan and Alexia recoils slightly.
âItâs just my period.â
Your deadpan makes Alexia confused.
âYour period shouldnât be this bad. Are you having some heatstroke? Itâs been warm out today, or are you having a migraine? You need to remember to hydrate.â
Your head is throbbing and Alexiaâs theories arenât helping.
âI have endometriosis Alexia, this is what my period looks like.Itâs not fucking heatstroke or a sickness itâs just how my body is..â
Out of everything Alexia had been suspecting, that wasnât it.
It suddenly dawns on Alexia that she canât fix what youâve just told her, sheâs standing in front of you completely dumbfounded at what to do in this moment.
Alexia is a problem solver, she finds solutions for the biggest and smallest problems, and yet she doesnât have a solution for the problem she is being faced with.
âBaby, just go home, the first night for me is always the worst, if I feel better I can hang out with you tomorrow.â
Alexia doesnât have a solution to the pain you are going through, but she knows she isnât going to let you suffer alone. The information that youâve been doing this by yourself for a year now is making Alexia feel like the worst girlfriend ever and sheâs going to change that.
âNo, bebita, no. Iâm staying here tonight, Iâm here for you mi vida. Would it make you feel better if we got you into bed or into a bath? Whatâs going to make you more comfortable? Have you had medication? How about some food?â
When another groan leaves your lips, Alexia becomes aware that sheâs approaching this the wrong way.
âHow about I go and put the food in your kitchen and you decide whatâs going to make you feel best. Iâm here for whatever you need, okay?â
Alexia quietly tiptoes back into your kitchen, taking her time to put her things away and pulling two bottles of water from your fridge before making her way back into your living room.
Youâve emerged from your pile by the time she is back, your eyes are still closed but just seeing your face makes Alexiaâs nerves settle just a little bit.
âCan we go to my bed, please?â
Alexia smiles at you softly.
âOf course amor, do you want me to carry you or do you think you can walk?â
The apprehension on your face is enough of a answer for Alexia.
She walks over towards you, picking up your blanket fort and body like itâs nothing and gently lifting you up, stepping carefully in the direction of your bedroom.
You groan out at the change of position, nothing feels good at the moment but Alexiaâs arms are more comforting than the scratchy material of your couch cushions.
When she makes it to your bed, she lowers you down like you are the most delicate piece of glass, making sure that youâre tucked underneath the sheets before easing you out of your arms.
âDo you need anything? Heat pack? Water? Talk?â
Again, all Alexiaâs words do is make the itching pain all over your body ten times worse, itâs all consuming and makes you feel choked.
âBed, hugs, thatâs all I want.â
Alexia is antsy, she wants to make the pain you are in better, she wants to know what to do right now instead of being completely blind in the situation.
âAre you sure? How about some pain relief or a cold compress?â
Alexia is no doctor, and up until five minutes ago she had absolutely no idea about this whole situation and whether she feels like she can admit it or not sheâs terrified about it all.
Sheâs made up her mind that as soon as you're asleep sheâs going to go on a deep dive of google searches to get to the bottom of this whole situation, but that will have to wait.
âAlexia, if you want to be here, just get into bed and give me some fucking hugs. Iâm not in the mood to be told what to do with my body when Iâve been dealing with this for years, make up your mind of whether you want to be here or not.â
Alexia avoids conflict with you at all costs, sheâs earned the title around your football friends of being your puppy dog, because she simply agrees to anything and everything that leaves your lips, and hearing you remotely mad at her makes her crumble.
âSorry bebita, Iâm so sorry, youâre right. Iâm here for whatever you need.â
Alexia makes quick work of slipping her shoes off, something she never got around to in the darkness of your entryway.
She follows by taking her socks and outer layers off, stripping down until sheâs in her tank top and a pair of old Barcelona training shorts.
Once sheâs done she creeps around to the other side of your bed, slipping underneath the covers as subtly as she can manage.
When sheâs completely covered, she lies back, unsure of how to approach all of this new information.
âYouâre lying like a rigid corpse.â
Alexia gulps, she can see you in her peripherals, you look absolutely exhausted and in the kindest way possible, ten years older with the amount of wrinkles across your skin, bumps and ridges she can only imagine are the tightness holding in all of the struggle that youâre going through underneath the surface.
âAlexia, Iâm okay, Iâm not dying.â
Alexia knows theoretically that is true, she doesnât have endometriosis and sheâs not close to anybody who does, but she knows what it is. She knows itâs not cancer or something life-threatening, but the depth of the realisation that youâve been suffering for so long and have kept it from Alexia is slowly pulling her apart at the seams.
You roll over slightly, it causes shocks of pain to go up and down your back and stomach, but you need the comfort as much as Alexia does, even if she isnât ready to accept it.
Sheâs going through her process, compartmentalising all of it so she can be the brave and stoic face she always is.
Youâre used to it, and youâve come to realise that even though in these kinds of situations it seems like Alexia needs to be left alone, in reality she needs to be kept close by her nearest and dearest.
So, you worm your way on top of her body, it makes the cramps ten times worse and the nausea takes control of your stomach, forcing somersault after somersault, but when Alexiaâs arms reach around you out of instinct itâs worth it.
Youâre in pain, your uterus feels like itâs got knives embedded along the lining of it, like there are needles poking in and out of your back and gunshots being fired across your lower abdomen. But youâre well used to it, youâre used to the feeling of needing to throw up from having such intense throbbing pain across your whole core.
Youâre used to the pounding headaches and migraines that come naturally from your body being so inflamed and agitated that all the tension eventually spreads to every single inch of your body, from the tips of your fingers to the edges of your toes.
Your head settles on Alexiaâs shoulder, and her hand snakes itâs way down to the outside of your thigh, sheâs being more cautious than sheâs ever been with you and the normal you would probably be heartwarmed by her sweetness but the part of you that is currently seeing the worst kind of stars because of the cramps coursing through your body is just desperate to climb into her bones now that she is here with you.
Itâs been ingrained in you since you were a kid that it was best to not bother other people with your weakness, it was your own struggle, your own burden.
Youâd kept it from Alexia for this sole purpose, for the purpose that you knew she would take it all on as her problem, that she would try and fix it all and spend all of her time and energy trying to solve it all when you just wanted her to treat you the exact same.
She treated you like a princess everyday, but add a crippling reproductive condition and you knew sheâd treat you like a priceless artefact. You were grateful you had a person in your life who would move heaven and earth in such a way for you but it was suffocating sometimes, when you were functioning on a normal level.
It was with those thoughts running rampant in your head that you slipped off into the same light sleep that you were lucky to drift into in these circumstances.
Whilst you drifted off, Alexia was left alone with her own thoughts.
Insecurity wasnât something Alexia experienced often, she was secure in her body, she is as secure in her football as she has been since her knee injury, sheâs secure in her family and up until today she felt completely secure in her relationship.
Now, she doesnât know how she feels.
She knows that itâs likely you have a good reason to have kept this a secret, or a reason that youâve justified to yourself. She knows underneath it all, youâre the one whoâs secretly been hiding a big insecurity from her and she has no right to be truly mad about it, sheâs disappointed that you havenât felt able to share this with her when it feels like Alexia has bared all of her deepest, boniest secrets with you.
She does what makes sense, she reaches for her phone from her short pocket and begins to google all of the big questions that are swirling around in her mind.
You might have wanted to keep this a secret from Alexia but now that she knows about it sheâd be a bad girlfriend if she didnât educate herself on this.
So, instead of drifting off to sleep, Alexia drifts off into the land of medical journals and words that she doesnât understand the meaning of but sheâs determined to figure out.
You wake up in the morning in less of a state of excruciating suffering, instead of being stuck in a fiery inferno of hell you feel like you're dancing more on the periphery.
Your body is warm, in a way that makes you feel less like your insides are scorching you from the inside and more like you're generally just hot.
It feels like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon as you try to unroll from the blankets that youâd swaddled yourself in the night beforehand in an attempt to try and make yourself feel as small as possible in hopes it would somehow shrink down everything you were feeling.
Itâs a feverish dream, and as you recall your night, blotches begin to come back to you and the memory of your girlfriend appearing somewhere along the way makes the dull cramps across the front of your stomach beat in a way that makes you uncomfortably uneasy all over again.
As you assess your surroundings and open your eyes for what feels like the first time in months, you notice that Alexia is no longer in bed with you.
Itâs all extremely faint in your head and there is an off chance youâve dreamt it all up, but the very faint smell of coffee drifting through the air and folded up clothes sitting on the dresser on the wall across from your bed.
Youâre feeling less deathly than last night, so you wager your chances with slowly sitting up in your bed, when you donât feel any different you begin to lift your legs up.
Your muscles ache in the same way they do every time your period comes around, they tweak and they constrict like youâre an eighty year old instead of a twenty something.
Itâs rough, itâs uncomfortable and itâs painful but itâs life.
Itâs your life, itâs your burden, itâs your problem and knowing that Alexia is now a part of it all makes you queasy in a completely different way.
Your heavy on your feet as you stand up and begin to creep towards the door of your bedroom, with every step every one of your toes grinds against the floorboards. Your heel digs in, your ankles crunch, your body moves in a way that mirrors the way that you are crumbling from within. On these kinds of days, weeks and months, everything hurts. Everything is an effort.
Once you make it to your open door, you steady yourself against it, your nerves are working against you, everything inside of you is actively trying to stop you and youâll be damned if you let it happen.
You only stand still long enough for it to be classified in your brain as a stall, not a break, not a stop. You canât stop in times like this, if you stop then youâll never get going again and that is a whole pit of fuckedupness that you arenât ready to dive into.
From the door, you try your hardest to tiptoe your way through the hallway to your living space, but itâs impossible in your body.
As you inch closer, the sound of Alexia only becomes more apparent and obvious, and as you creep closer the agitation across your body only gets worse.
As you reach the archway between your hallway and living space, the sight in front of you makes your heart throb and your uterus ache even worse then it already is.
Alexia is swaying in your kitchen, apparently to whatever music she has playing in her head. There is coffee on the counter, accompanied by two bottles of juice and water, like she couldnât decide what would be best. To accompany the extra drinks is toast, eggs, bacon and pancakes on the stove.
Itâs too much.
With the combination of hormones in your bloodstream youâre honestly impressed that you donât burst into tears.
Alexiaâs still here.
Alexia, sweet, loyal Alexia.
Youâve been conditioned to keep all of this a secret, that during this week itâs best to keep yourself and everything youâre going through hidden, for the best of yourself and for everyone around you. Yet, here Alexia is doing way too much for you.
Youâre downward spiralling when her voice breaks you out.
âHey bebe.â
Her voice is close to a coo, the same voice she uses with Ireneâs son. You donât let it affect you in the moment, but youâll think about the tactic of it later.
âI have food for you, and coffee if you want it, but google told me that sometimes thatâs not always good for endometriosis. So I got juice as well, because google also said it might help with inflammation.â
The thought behind it is extremely sweet, and you feel slightly overwhelmed by all of the options.
âYou didnât need to do that for me.â
Alexia frowns, itâs slight and hardly noticeable, but the little wrinkle between her eyebrows is an immediate tell.
âI wanted to, I want to help you, however I can.â
The sentiment behind her words is lost in the sudden shock that you experience as her words settle in, youâve never met a single person, besides a doctor whose job it was to help you, that gave a shit about this.
When you have no words, Alexia finds some for you.
âI want to talk to you about this, I want to know about it, I want to help you. Weâre partners, we do everything together, and I want to do this with you. I donât want you to lock me out and I donât want you suffering alone. Iâm here for this, Iâm here for you to lean on.â
You nod your head, her words feel like a drug, like itâs lifting away some of the pain youâre going through.
âIâm serious, this isnât something you can hide from me. You looked after me when I hurt my knee and I am here to look after you in the same way when youâre in pain. Bebita?â
Alexiaâs hand falls to your side, caressing your hip gently.
âIâm not used to people knowing about this, and Iâm even more not used to people caring, Iâm sorry, itâs just a lot to process.â
Alexiaâs face softens, and before you can say any other stupid mumbles, she pulls you from the hip into her body. Her arms are warm, and yet oddly they soothe your prickly skin.
You melt into Alexia, you feel like shit but she makes you feel marginally better.
âCoffee, or juice?â
You stifle a giggle that falls from your lips.
âJuice, please.â
Alexia relaxes her arms, taking a step back.
âCan I get you any pain relief, or a new heat pack? Is your headache better?â
Alexia looks at you with so much genuine care that itâs hard to not feel embarrassed.
âPain relief doesnât sit well in my stomach on a good day. I save heat packs for when the cramps are really bad or else they donât have the same effect. My headaches normally are at the end of the day as a result of tension build up during the day.â
Alexia looks as if sheâs taking mental note of everything youâve just told her, for later.
âHow about some food, hmm?â
You want to say yes, because Alexiaâs clearly gone to so much effort for you, but you know that if you eat this early and then train your stomach contents is going to end up on a pitch or somewhere inconvenient.
âMy stomach wonât keep it if we train later, Iâm better to eat afterwards.â
Alexiaâs brow furrows once again.
âI called the doctor and Pere this morning, weâre both taking today off.â
Everything warm and good about the moment fades, and suddenly all you feel is confusion.
âWhy did you do that?â
Alexia steps away from you and retreats into your kitchen, grabbing a glass for you and picking up the bottle of juice that she knows you prefer.
âBecause I thought you were dying last night, and you canât tell me that all of that has just disappeared this morning. Youâre struggling and you donât need to push through pain to prove that you are worthy or good enough. Youâre self worth shouldnât be dictated by you proving to yourself that you can work through a chronic disease. Iâm sorry that I didn't notice earlier and that I wasn't there for you earlier but I'm here to advocate for you now.â
You want to tell Alexia that you donât need an advocate, you can advocate just fine for yourself. But a part of you knows that she doesnât want to hear it and that part of you is also the part that is crippling from the inside and simply doesnât have the energy to argue with your girlfriend.
âI train just fine normally.â
Alexia canât argue that, even though you spend the time in the gym, sheâs never heard of anything out of the ordinary occurring.
âBut you donât have to. In fact when I talked to our doctor she told me that sheâd been insisting on you being more cautious of your cycle and spending more time resting during it considering your history.â
You roll your eyes, taking the glass of juice Alexia offers you.
Alexia plates up a breakfast that could feed a family of four, but it makes you feel less bad for not eating any of it.
âItâs my body, I know my limits.â
You focus on your glass of juice and not the face Alexia makes at you.
âYou know how to continuously meet and exceed your limits, but what about just leaving them and giving yourself some peace. I know nothing about what you are going through, I can only sympathise. But I know this must be incredibly hard and I know you definitely do not give yourself enough grace and definitely donât care for your needs enough. Iâm here for you to confide in, Iâve done my research, Iâm prepared to help however you need.â
Itâs endearing how clearly prepared Alexia has made herself.
âYouâve done your research, hmm?â
Alexia nods proudly.
âLots of it. Like about how orgasms can help with cramps.â
She looks like sheâs going to say more, but you splutter your juice straight back into your cup, causing her to stop.
Alexiaâs always been more open with her sexuality then you are, itâs culturally more acceptable in Spain but she also grew up with it being slightly more normalised.
âAlexia.â
Her grin is broad, like sheâs proud that sheâs managed to embarrass you.
âItâs true! Although for some people endometriosis can cause pain whilst having sex, so if youâre one of those people then it may not work but if you want to try Iâm happy to help, fingers, toys, everything but mouths is on the table.â
Your blush only gets more cemented.
âIâm okay for right now, the thought of any kind of intimacy makes my fallopian tubes ache.â
Alexia nods her head, you are certain that sometime in the future this topic will arise again. Alexiaâs rabbit-like sex drive makes it hard to not involve sex in everything you do together.
âCan I ask what your symptoms normally look like?â
Alexiaâs lip is caught between her teeth, itâs the first time sheâs looked nervous this entire conversation.
âOf course. Normally for me, I get bad pelvic pain which never really goes away, sweats, fever sometimes, cramps everywhere, i bloat, i get quite nauseous and occasionally it can make me moody. Furthermore, it can cause me to have migraines, some joint pain, insomnia, there are other things but those are the main ones. Overall it just makes me drained, iâm more fatigued but I canât sleep, it makes me feel pretty lifeless.â
Alexia nods, she listens to every single word with so much attention.
âI always assumed the scars on your stomach were from getting your appendix removed, but Iâm assuming now itâs a laparoscopy?â
Youâre impressed by the level of detail Alexia has gone to for you.
âI have had my appendix removed but also yes, Iâve had two laparoscopyâs and Iâm putting off getting my third done.â
Alexia nods.
âDo they make it better?â
You bite your lip before nodding.
âItâs never perfect, but for a bit it definitely makes my symptoms better. Iâm putting off getting my next one because the last time I did it put me out of action for two months and it took me a while to get back to where I was. My body is different, it changes you. Before you ask, Iâve tried birth control, Iâve tried IUDâs, Iâve tried other forms of contraception, they all made it impossible for me to play football.â
Alexia shakes her head.
âI wasnât going to ask you that, itâs your decision what you do and donât put in your body, and Iâm sure youâre just making whatever decisions work best for you.â
Itâs refreshing having somebody not question what you do and donât do for yourself.
âThat means a lot to me.â
Alexia puts down her cutlery, her food somehow disappearing into her stomach.
âItâs just what love is, and Iâm here to love you for forever, if youâll let me.â
Youâve put off crying, youâve tried your very best, but itâs not possible anymore.
The tears fall freely, and before you know it Alexia has pulled you into her lap.
It hurts, everything hurts, and yet everything feels so much better knowing youâre in her arms.
âIâve got you bebita, Iâm here now, Iâm here to help you work this all out.â
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whelp thatâs done! thoughts, feedback and general opinions would be appreciated! iâm so happy to have made something for yall and itâs rushed and super unedited and definitely not my favorite work but i hope you enjoy it all the same đ«¶
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The look, the hat, the woman. Alexia Putellas, ladies and gentlemen.
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alexia putellas x reader
Youâre not a footballer and knowing that your girlfriend is one of the best footballers in the world⊠you definitely think Alexia deserves better than you. Maybe someone like her exâWorld Cup winner, Jenni Hermoso.
; angst, fluff
When you first met your girlfriend, Alexia, you had no idea who she was.
Football was the last thing you could ever be interested in. How were you supposed to know that the blonde in front of you was one of the best footballers in the world?
Whenever you recall back to that moment, you could still remember every single detailâher hair up in a messy ponytail, a pair of sunglasses resting on top of her head, and her faded grey sweatshirt paired with light blue jorts. (Who the hell wore jorts?) Not to mention the permanent scowl etched on her face. She made smiling seem like a chore.
When it was her turn to order and all she did was point to the menu to show you what she wanted, you frowned because, a) that was so rudeâhow hard was it to say that she wanted a hot chocolate? but b) she looked so damn hot and you were a sucker for pretty, bratty girls.Â
She was perfect.
When you decided to shoot your shot and wrote your number on her cup (and a note that went: you should smile more often, I havenât seen it, but Iâd bet that itâs the most beautiful smile in the world x), you didnât think sheâd do anything about it.Â
Imagine your surprise when you received a text from an unknown number later that night.
hola
I just wanted to tell you to do better with your pick-up line
That was a few months ago and now you could confidently say that Alexiaâs smile was indeed the most beautiful smile in the world.Â
It was tough to break down her walls at first, Alexia always exuded a nonchalant vibe, only smiled when she had to, and didn't look like she enjoyed whatever it was you two were doing.Â
You were never a quitter though. So you kept on texting her, asking if she wanted to go for another date.Â
She kept on saying yes and that was when you knew that underneath her indifferent mood, she enjoyed your little dates.
Her tough exterior was merely a front and your suspicions were confirmed when one night, she started laughing so hard mid-sentence, causing you to stop whatever it was you were doing because wow, you could listen to her laughter on repeat for the rest of your life.
âY/N,â she grabbed your face in her hands, gently rubbing your cheeks, her laughter fading into a gentle, warm smile on her face. âYouâve been so patient with my grumpiness. That is a talent.â
âAle, I really like you,â you chuckled. âThat includes your grumpiness.â
âIâm not always like this,â she confessed. You only looked at her in confusion before she told you everything. Who she was, what Alexia Putellas meant to the world, and most importantly, her ACLâthe injury that caused her to lose sight of the world for a bit.
âI was just so angry with the world, even now that Iâve healed, I still hated that it happened to me because I missed out for months, I missed out on so many moments. So the bitterness likes to reappear every now and then⊠That, and I donât really trust people so easily; people usually want something from me. I didnât know what you wanted from me.â
âAle⊠I had no idea who you were,â you gave her a sheepish smile. âWhich might be stupid of me, now that I think about it. I mean, I should know you, shouldnât I? Youâve won that balloon football award or whatever and itâs ridiculous that I have no idea whoââ
You were cut off by a pair of lips crashing into your own. Alexia silencing all your worries with the softest kiss, her strawberry chapstick was all you could taste. She pulled away to rest her forehead against yours, eyes staring at you intently, your favourite smile on display. âI donât care that you donât know who I am, Y/N. In fact, I love it. You treat me so normally. Eres mi favorita.â
You couldnât help the grin on your face. âAm I? You wanna be my girlfriend then, Putellas?â
When all she did was flash you her signature smirk, her eyebrows raised, and an âask me in a more romantic way, por favorâ thrown your wayâthat was when you realized that youâd broken down her walls completely, and oh you were insufferable. Because the way she looked at you? The way her eyes lit up, her lips slowly curling into a stupidly perfect grin? People would go to war to have someone look at them like that.
You were so head over heels in love with Alexia.
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Being Alexiaâs girlfriendâor wag, as you learned of the term on the internetâwas more than you could ever dream of.
You still worked part time at the café where you two met while juggling your studies to finish your master degree. On weekends, you would support Alexia on her games. Cheering her on, not caring about anything else except when Alexia had the ball on her feet.
You were happy in the bubble you and Alexia created.
That was until one Saturday night, you were seated at your usual seat at the stadium among friends and families of the players, when someone plopped down on the seat next to you.
You still werenât that familiar with football, having only been to ten games in total. You knew the rules, you knew a couple of Alexiaâs teammates after stalking them online (you two were still keeping your relationship a secret from everyone else), but that was mostly it.Â
So you didnât know who the person next to you was until she offered a small smile, outstretching her hand for you to shake.
Jenni.
The name was a bit familiar, so was her face. You couldnât quite place where youâve seen her before though.
âWho do you know on the team?â her voice brought you out of your daydream, wracking your brain on why she looked familiar.
âUhm,â you stuttered. Right. This was the friends and family section, you couldnât sit here if you didnât know anyone. âAlexia.â
Jenni was surprised, you could tell with the way her eyes widened for a split second, not expecting your answer. âFriend of Aleâs, huh?â
You didnât like how she said your girlfriendâs name. With that hint of⊠fondness. You suddenly felt a possessive feeling growing in your chest and you just wanted to tell everyone that Alexia is yours.
Jenni stared at the field, her eyes fixating on Alexia. You could see an affectionate smile on her face and that was when it clicked. Youâve seen her on Alexia's Instagram before. Jenni used to be her teammate at Barcelona before she moved to Mexico.
You knew this because in the picture, Jenni was smiling at Alexia the same way. And even though your Spanish wasnât spectacular, you remembered reading the paragraph Alexia wrote for Jenni and getting the hint at how close they were with how Alexia seemed to think so highly of Jenni.
âYouâre her teammate, yeah?â
Jenni turned back to look at you, nodding. âI donât play for Barça anymore, but we still play on the national team together.â
âCool.âÂ
Jenni gave a small laugh. âYou donât know much about football, do you?â
You grimaced, âIs it that obvious?â
âDonât worry about it,â she patted your arm in what was meant to be a comforting gesture, but it made you feel even more stupid and out of place in this whole stadium, where everyone knew what they were getting into when they bought tickets to the game. âItâs just thatânot trying to sound arrogant or anythingâbut usually people know who I am because I used to play for this team. So you not recognizing me straight away gave me the clue that youâre probably not a Culer.â
You furrowed your eyebrows. âCuler?â
âFans of the club.â
âAh.â You were definitely not a Barcelona fan. You were a fan of your girlfriend though, and if that meant you had to be a Culer or whatever it was, then you would be.
So when you laid down in Alexiaâs bed that night, you mentioned to her that starting from today, you were a Culer. She burst out laughing and you can feel her grip you tighter, having your face completely smashed against her neckânot that you minded, you had always felt so content being pressed up against Alexia.
âMi amor,â she cooed, looking down to face you, her hand finding its way to its favourite resting place on your cheek. âWhen did you learn that?â
You rolled your eyes playfully, starting to feel a bit insecure at this whole thing. âWell, weâve been dating for three months nowânext week it would be fourâand I still donât know shit about football, but, Ale⊠Iâd be a Culer for you.â
Alexia giggled and pecked your lips, smiling your favourite smile of hers (the one that made her eyes sparkle and the small dimples on her cheek to come out).
âYouâre perfect, did you know? I love you whether youâre a Culer or not.â
âHm,â you pretended to be deep in thought. âThen what if I become a Real Madrid fan?â
Alexia gave you an unimpressed look. âDonât push it.â
âIâm going to Madrid next week with a couple of my friends and maybe I could catch a gameââ
And Alexia did what had become her favourite thing to do: interrupting your ramble with a kiss. You had a love-hate relationship with the gesture, because while you do love having her soft lips on yours, it was so annoying to be cut off mid-sentence.
You never complained though. Youâd happily get interrupted if it meant having Alexia kiss you like you were the last person on earth.
That night, you buried your uneasiness as a result of your encounter with Jenni deep, deep inside.
(You didnât know just how important Jenni was to Alexia.)
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Jenni was in town for a couple of days, youâd later learn.
You would usually go to Alexiaâs after you were done for the day, mostly spending the night at hers. That was why Alexia ended up giving you a spare keyâso you would be able to come as you please.
It wasnât unusual for you to have to use your spare key. What was unusual was the sight of Jenni sitting on your girlfriendâs couch, looking surprised at you barging into your girlfriendâs home.
âHiâŠâ you gave an awkward small wave at her, closing the door behind you as you slowly stepped inside the apartment.
âOh! Y/N, right?â Jenni stood up to face you and you could tell that this was very much awkward for her as it was for you. âNice to meet you again.â
You gave her your best smile, trying your hardest not to be rude as you scan the place for any sight of your favourite blonde. âIs⊠Alexia here?â
âI have no idea where she is honestly,â at that you couldnât help the way your eyebrows rose to the top of your head. âIâm in Barcelona for a couple of days. I was supposed to meet her tomorrow morning for breakfast but I donât think Iâll be able to make it. So I figured Iâd meet her tonight instead. I have an extra key soâŠâ
You didnât like what you were hearing at all, but you kept your cool. That was the jealousy inside of you, you knew this. Jenniâs a friend. You really should tone down your green-eyed monster.
âWhat are you doing here?â It was Jenniâs turn to ask you.Â
âI, too, have a spare key,â you intended to joke about the situation, but your tone felt off and Jenni can sense it too.Â
Jenni had a lot of questions, you could tell. It was easy to read the emotions on her face.Â
You had to remind yourself that she didnât know you were dating Alexia. She didnât know that you basically spent more nights here than at your own place. It was natural to be curious as to why there was a random girl showing up at your best friendâs house at 10 pm, with her own sets of keys nonetheless.
Wanting to get out of the awkward situation, you excused yourself, saying youâd meet Alexia some other time, bidding Jenni goodbye.
You texted Alexia a simple good night once you settled in your bed.Â
When Alexia responded back with a short text back, sweet dreams, mi amor, and not a phone call asking why you werenât in her bed, you let that feeling of uneasiness return to the surface.
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You didnât get to overthink for too long because when you wake up, it was because you felt your bed dip and the familiar scent of your girlfriend engulfing you as she settled behind you.
âBon dia,â Alexia whispered, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you to her. âI missed you last night.â
You turned around to burrow your face into her collarbones, letting out a content sigh. âMissed you too.â
âJenni told me you visited my place but left immediately.â
At the mention of her name, you froze. What a way to ruin the moment. âYeah,â was all you replied, which was weird to Alexia considering how talkative you were in the mornings.
âWhy didnât you wait for me, bebita? You always wait for me even when Iâm not home.â
You shrugged, âJenni was there already.â
Alexia went still for a moment, which you thought was odd.
You wanted so badly to keep quiet, but theÂ
nagging feelings that you couldnât shake grew stronger. âShe has a spare key too. Do you just go around giving keys to your apartment to everyone? I thought I was special,â you chuckled, meaning it to be a joke, waiting for Alexia to respond with her usual snarky retort.
When Alexia didnât say anything, you pulled back from her, looking up to stare at her face. She was looking anywhere but you.
âAle? Iâm only kidding. I know sheâs your friend.â
Alexia cleared her throat, âYou seeâŠâÂ
You sat up, something about her tone brought up that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
âJenniâs my ex.â
Ah. That definitely burst the bubble youâd carefully created.
You gave a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âSo your ex still has a key to your place,â you stated. You were about to swallow your sentence when you suddenly felt anger rising in your chest with how blindsided you were. âDid she spend the night?â
Alexia looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You felt sick.
âThatâs a yes.â
âAmorâŠâ
You shook of her touch and went to stand up. You looked at the blonde in your bed and you felt your heart crushed. You hated how Alexia looked like a kicked puppy, immediately scrambling to chase after you once she realized you were leaving the room.
âY/N, itâs not what you thinkââ
âYour ex still has a key to your place and she stayed the night,â you were mostly repeating it to yourself, trying to wrap your head around the fact somehow.
âShe slept on the couch!â Alexia interjected. âNothing happened, amor, I swear.â
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You didnât want to fight with Alexia. Besides, deep down you knew that Alexia wasnât the type of person to be unfaithful.
âOkay,â you relented, opening your fridge with the aim of making breakfast, trying to busy yourself with something that wasnât looking at your girlfriend.
Alexia didnât seem convinced that youâd drop the subject just like that. âThere's nothing going on between Jenni and I. She's a good friend.â
You grabbed an empty bowl. âOkay.â You scooped some yogurt out of its jar and placed a spoonful in your bowl. Jenniâs a good friend. Just a friend.
âMi vida⊠I know itâs⊠weird? To still be friends with an ex, butâŠâ
You poured some granola on top of your yogurt. Who the hell stayed friends with their ex? Alexia. Sweet, lovely Alexia.Â
Looking down at your bowl and seeing a sad, miserable breakfast (just like how you were feeling), you pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a small headache coming through. You felt like crying but that seemed pathetic so you shoved the feeling away. Jenni was an ex, but she was a good friend. You had to live with that.
âI trust you, Ale,â you sighed. âIf you say sheâs a good friend, then I trust you.âÂ
She went up behind you and rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms encircling your waist. âI love you,â she whispered into your shoulder, placing a kiss on the exposed skin. âI really do. Jenni and I broke up ages ago.â
They broke up ages ago. That was grand. You were fine. People stayed friends with their ex and nothing happened. Right?
When you didnât say anything else, just continuing to stare at your breakfast, Alexia poked your side. âHey,â she placed a peck on your back. âPlease donât be mad.â
âIâm not mad, love.â More like jealous. Or fucking devastated that your girlfriendâs ex was a sexy footballer just like herself. How could you ever compete with that?
âY/N,â Alexiaâs voice brought you out of your thoughts. âBabygirl.â
At that you couldnât help the laughter that escaped your lips. You turned around to face her, her arms stayed trapping you against the counter. âPlease don't call me that ever again.â
âWhy?â Alexia smirked, her face inching closer to yours.Â
âI hate it, Ale, por favor,â you groaned.Â
Alexia grinned at you, pecking your lips âHm. I love when you speak Spanish.â
And when Alexia kissed you, any thoughts of your girlfriendâs ex escaped your brain completely.Â
Alexia chose you. So what if she still hung out with her ex? Plenty of people do. Plus, you trust Alexia. You had nothing to worry about.
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Apparently it wasnât Alexia you had to worry about. It was yourself. You were your own worst enemy and all that.
You didnât mean to let the thoughts run loose.
When Jenni left for Mexico, you were elated. No more running into your girlfriendâs ex and no more ex-girlfriend trying to steal your girlfriendâs time away from you.
You didnât factor in the fact that Alexia and Jenni were national teammates. So when international break came and both Alexia and Jenni were called up to camp in PortugalâŠÂ
You felt like you were going crazy.
You knew you were being dumb, but you couldnât help it. You didn't think that Alexia would cheat on youâthat possibility never crossed your mind.
You just couldnât help but feel incomparible to Jenni.
That was how you went into a rabbit hole of watching every Alexia and Jenni videos on the internet.
It was a mistake, really. A stupid, terrible mistake, because you could see how well they fit together.
Their chemistry on and off the field were something else, you kinda felt stupid to think that Jenni was the one ruining your relationship when it could very well be that you were the one preventing Alexia from being with someone who truly gets her.
Because you were sure that Jenni understood Alexia in ways that you may never do. They had been through thick and thin togetherâAlexiaâs injury, the issue with the Spanish Federationâthey won countless of football championships together, for god's sake.
And how exactly were you supposed to compete with that? Alexia lived and breathed football, you wouldnât step foot inside a football match if your girlfriend wasn't on the team.
You didnât get this world of hers and you knew that you never would.Â
Unlike Jenni. This was her world already.Â
They'd be perfect togetherâthey were perfect together.
You hated how you were able to let your thoughts spiral as you stared at another video of Jenni looking at Alexia like she was the only person in the room.
You knew Alexia loved you, you had no doubt about that, and you loved her too. But maybe Jenni could love her better.
Jenni was perfect for Alexia in ways that you werenât. With that thought replaying in your head, you turned off your phone and kept it locked inside your drawer.
You were never one to be obsessed with your phone, having gone days without it and being absolutely fine. So that was what you did. Mostly because you didn't want to talk to Alexia.
You couldnât handle it if Alexia came to the same realization as youâthat you were nothing compared to Jenni and she could very much just get back together with her ex.
Just imagining it crushed your heart into bits so you tried your best to push it away as you went through your day.
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Alexia decided to leave camp a day earlier than she was supposed to. She said she had a family emergency to attend to, which was true, considering you had yet to respond to any of her calls or texts. She mustâve sounded so desperate to return back to Barcelona, causing them to reluctantly let her go.
She got on the first plane available and went straight home. Usually you would stay over at hers when she was out of town, claiming that you always missed her when she wasnât around and having her scent engulf you was the next best thing.
However, when Alexia entered her apartment and there were no signs of you, she dropped her bag and hurriedly got into her car to drive to yours. She thanked god that your place was only five minutes away.Â
Quickly putting her car into park, she tried to regulate her breathing and convinced herself that you were fine.Â
You were fine. You had to be. You were fine when Alexia left for the airport just a week ago.
With the thought that you maybe broke your phone or lost it, Alexia inserted the spare key you gave her and unlocked the door.
You werenât in the living room. Or the kitchen. So that left one more place. Knocking softly on your bedroom door, she called out your name. When she didnât get a reply, she let herself in.
No one was there, or in the bathroom. Sighing to herself, she made her way back to the living room and laid down on the couch.
Alexia was never the one to cry easily but she really wanted to. She had no idea where you were, or if you were safe. Never had she felt so helpless before.
This was maybe her fault for wanting to keep you two a secret.
Now she couldnât contact any of your friends because she didnât know them.
She took a deep breath and willed herself to focus on where you could be. The cafĂ© you work at, perhaps? But it was a Sunday and you didnât work on Sundays because Alexia didnât have anything to do either and Sundays were your lounging-around-in-bed-until-lunch-time type of days.
Maybe you were at the library. You were going to have your exams next week. Alexia already had your schedule memorized. But it was nearing midnight and you neverâ
âAle?â you couldnât help the surprise in your tone. âArenât you supposed to still be at camp?â
Alexia jumped a foot in the air, mostly because she didnât hear you come in and was scared shitless but also because oh my god, she could finally breathe now that you were okay.Â
Alexia immediately wrapped her arms around you, she felt like she never wanted to let you go. Ever. âAnd youâre supposed to reply to my calls, amor.â
Well.Â
âMy phoneâs broken.â
Alexia pulled back and looked at you, her face telling you that she didnât quite believe you.Â
âMy phoneâs lostâŠ?â you tried again, giving her a sheepish smile. You were starting to feel bad for ignoring her.
Alexia only sighed in response, dropping on the couch and pulling you to sit on her lap. âIâm just glad youâre okay, mi vida. I was really worried.â
You felt even guiltier now. âIâm sorry, I didnât think youâd be.â
You were taken aback at the look of pure disbelief on Alexiaâs face at your words. You really didnât think sheâd worry about youâwith having to go to training everyday, hanging out with her national teammates, having Jenni around.
âThatâsâŠâ Alexia shook her head, trying to get her words out. âThatâs ridiculous, amor. Why would I not be worried about you?â
You shrugged. âYouâre busy, love. Iâd understand.â
Alexia quickly shook her head, you were afraid she'd get whiplash with how frantic her movements were. âI am always busy during camp, sĂ, but never too busy enough for you? Did I do something to make you feel like I would not have time for you? I didnât realizeââ
Now it was your turn to silence her with a kiss, which was a rare occurrenceâcool, calm Alexia never rambled.
You felt her sigh against your mouth, her whispers of a soft âte amo muchoâ made you go completely limp in her arms.
âYou didnât do anything wrong,â you reassured her. âItâs just me, donât worry about it.â
âI will always have time for you and I will always worry about you. Because I love you.â
You smiled at her, despite having the worst feeling in the pit of your stomach you still believe her whenever she said it to you. âI love you too, Ale. Iâm sorry for worrying you.â
She was still looking at you with worry etched on her face. âAnything else on your pretty mind?âÂ
You felt that if you voiced your thoughts out loud, youâd sound like a crazy, jealous girlfriend and you didnât want that. So you simply said nothing and laid your head on her chest.
This was fine. You were in Alexiaâs arms. Jenni was far away in Mexico. (Well, Portugal right now, but sheâd eventually return to Mexico).
You promised yourself you wouldn't let your insane, full of jealousy thoughts ruin what you had with Alexia.
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People found out about you and Alexia a month later. And by people, that meant the whole damn earth.
Since you never mentioned Alexia to your friendsâjust casually mentioning that you were seeing someone, but not necessarily specifying who exactly you were datingâthe moment your pictures with alexia blew up on the internet, so did your phone.
They were candid pictures of you and Alexia at the beach. Private candid pictures.
You unlocked your phone and scrolled through the countless texts from your friends.
how did you manage to bag THE alexia putellas???
idiota text me back wtf!!!
did you blackmail her oh my god you genius
Which were definitely rude. And didnât help at all the voices at the back of your head screaming that you weren't good enough for Alexia.
It was a hellish morning.
The only thing saving it was the sound of keys at the front door, and a moment later your girlfriend was stepping inside your apartment, humming happily as she placed a bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. She most likely hadnât seen the pictures yet.
âAle,â you called out, giving her a weak smile as she turned her head towards you.
âHola, mi amor,â Alexia instantly furrowing her brows at the sight of you sitting on the couch. âWhats wrong?â
You hated how she could read you so well. âWhat makes you think somethingâs wrong?â
She flopped down on the couch next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and bringing you into her side. You left out the biggest sigh and just handed her your phone, where the pictures of the two of you were still open.
You felt Alexia stiffen up and you closed your eyes, willing that this wasn't the end for you two. You knew just how much Alexia valued her privacy.Â
It was silent for a minute or so, alexia tapping away on your phone.Â
âLo siento,â Alexia pressed a kiss to the top of your head. âI already restricted the comments on your Instagram, you shouldnât be dealing with all that. People can be a bit⊠much sometimes.â
Oh. You hadn't even thought to check your Instagram page. You were glad though, you couldn't imagine what vile things people were saying about you. It must be bad enough that that was where Alexia immediately thought to go.
âIs it that bad?â you voiced out, pulling back so you could see Alexiaâs face. She looked surprisingly calm. âBabe, how are you so calm about this?â
âThe comments on your posts are a lot, but I didnât read them,â Alexia said simply. âIt can be overwhelming, that's why I wanted to shield you from all of that. When you're ready you can just turn it back on.â
You smiled at how thoughtful she was. You really loved her. âYou don't have to shield me from anything, Ale. I can handle a few nasty comments. You also havenât answered my question.â
Alexia looked questioningly at you, grabbing at your arms to pull you closer again.
You settled nicely in her arms, your back pressing against her front as she laid down on the couch. âWhat question?â
âHow youâre so calm about all of this.â
âAh,â you can feel Alexia's chuckle and you turn around. You were now facing her again (your favorite thing to doâwho would ever be tired of staring at Alexiaâs face). You placed both of your hands on her face and ran your fingers through her jaw. âIâm anything but calm, bebita. You should feel my heart.â
âI can feel it.â
âThen you know Iâm not calm.â
âYou are the epitome of calm right now, baby,â you laughed, the nerves still shimmering across your entire body, whereas Alexia looked like it was just a regular Saturday for her.
Alexia took a deep breath and placed her hand on top of yours. âIâm scared. That is the truth. Iâm really, really scared. But I know we will get through this. Together. As long as I have you and you have me, I think everything will be alright.â
You smiled at her, truly feeling how she meant her words. You pecked her lips and went back to snuggle into her, your head resting perfectly in the crook of her neck.
âI love you, Ale. You have me. Always.â
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The next few weeks passed by in a blur. You finally got introduced to Alexiaâs friendsâAlexia brought you to Lucy and Onaâs housewarming party for their new place. Everyone loved you and you felt like you fit right in. It was great. You felt happy.
(You didn't let the thoughts of why it took a media outlet leaking your pictures for Alexia to bring you around to meet the people in her life, but you cast it aside.)
You met up with your friends and finally told them about Alexia. They were all wary, thinking it was too good to be true. A couple of snide remarks were thrown around about how Alexia could do better, even though your friends said it in a joking way, it still hurt.
But you managed by.
The next thing you knew you were being introduced to Eli and Alba.
It went fine, the most important people in your girlfriend's life seemed to like you, asking you questions about all sorts of things.
It wasn't until Alba casually mentioned how she was going to Mexico with some of her friends and how she would be staying with Jenni the whole week that you realized how closely intertwined Jenni was with Alexiaâs life.
Your girlfriend's little sister lighting up as she mentioned all the places Jenni was planning on taking her to. You realized that Alba grew up with Jenni and she most likely saw Jenni as her big sister too; how devastated was she when Alexia and Jenni broke up and Jenni would never officially be a part of their family?
Going home that night, your mind was filled with how Alba and Eli were most likely comparing you to Jenni. Once again you were met with the question that seemed to always bother you: how were you supposed to compete with Jenni Hermoso?
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The next thing you knew it was time for the World Cup. A very big deal for your girlfriend.
Especially since this was her first big tournament after suffering her injury.
You flew to support her, occasionally meeting with Alba and Eli for lunch (you knew you wouldnât live up to Jenni, but you could try to make them like you better).
They hadn't given an indication that they disliked you, but just to be safe, you were willing to go the extra mile to make your girlfriend's family like you. You didn't have a decade-long history with them, but you could meet up with them to eat sushi even though you hated eating raw fish.
A small price to pay. Alba was really craving salmon sashimi.
At night, Alexia called you, telling you about her day. Mostly, you let her stay in the zone, you knew how important this was for her; you never called her first, letting her take the lead. You didn't want to be a distraction.
You two have talked about this before. You, scared that you'd be a distraction and Alexia looking at you as if that was the most ridiculous thing sheâd ever heard. Alexia reassured you that you'd never be a distraction and nothing had to change.
You were nervous. You didn't know what being a wag entailed during a big tournament.
It went fine though and your best friends did told you that you were worrying for nothing.
(You still couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that Alexia was spending basically every waking moment with Jenni. But it was fine. Jenni was her teammate. They support each other in different ways.)
Alexia called you every night, some nights Alexia fell asleep with the call still connected and you were left to longingly stare at her, longing to be there next to your girlfriend.
Despite her reassurance that she wanted you to bother her, you didnât want to seem like a needy girlfriend.
So you toned down your texts, looking at updates of your girlfriend through Instagram (it was a bit pathetic). When you tapped on the next Instagram story and it was a video of Alexia giggling with Jenni, you almost lost it. Almost.
They were friends. Best friends. Exes, yes, but their relationship went beyond that. You knew this. Youâve spent hours down the rabbit hole of reading their history on some blog.Â
And once again you were left to wonder why Alexia chose you when she can be with her soulmate.
It was an endless cycle and you knew you couldn't go on like this. You had to talk to your girlfriend about your insecurities and just hope that she wasnât going to think you were silly.Â
For now though, you were ready to cheer her on as she took the biggest stage in her career.
All the best teams in the world were great, but Spain was better. Alexia was a superstar, like always.
So of course Spain won the World Cup, you had no doubt about it.
What you didn't expect was Alexia exchanging jerseys with Jenni out of all people. You bit your tongue, the cheers all around you didn't do much to drown the thumping of your heartbeat in your ears.
You loved your girlfriend, you were so proud of her.Â
But as your sweet girlfriend celebrated on the pitch with her exâs name on her chest, you never knew pain like this.
They were World Champions together. How could you even compete with that? It wasn't your name that Alexia was proudly showing off to the world.Â
You and Alexiaâs family were then escorted backstage. You waited, and waited, swallowing the bitter feeling in your chest. You were happy for Alexia, you really were. But was it necessary to trade jerseys with Jenni?Â
Before you knew it, Alexia came barrelling towards you. J. HERMOSO visible across her chest.
You hugged her, whispered how proud of her you were, and when Alexia was whisked off for media duties, you prayed that she wouldnât come to the same conclusion as you.
Alexia and Jenni had years of memories, years of going through the ups and downs of football together. Them winning the World Cup together just added another notable piece to their already intricate history.
Jenni Hermoso was a million times better than you, her winning the World Cup just sealed it even more.
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You let Alexia celebrate with her teammates, desperately trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest as you waited for her in your hotel room.
She insisted you come along, but you declined, not wanting to rain on her parade.
When Alexia stumbled into your hotel room later into the night, you traded sweet nothings into each otherâs ears as you let Alexia do whatever she wanted to you.
You felt loved, but you still couldnât shake the nagging feeling in your chest that Alexia could love Jenni better.
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Being back in Barcelona felt nice.
You were a million miles away from Jenni but still the feeling of insecurity lingered. You knew you had to talk to Alexia soon before it ate you alive.
You just didn't think that itâd blow up to an argument.
You went out with your friends for lunch, promising Alexia that youâd be back in time for your weekly movie nights.
When you entered your shared home you were met with Alexia lying horizontally on your couch.
She was laughing at the TV, too engrossed in whatever she was watching that she hadnât noticed you coming in.
You went straight to the kitchen, rummaging around your fridge to look for something to do. You werenât hungry after the lunch you had, but you just wanted to do something. Your hands were full of nerves, mostly due to the annoyance radiating off you.
You were annoyed at your friends and how they kept on making comments about you and Alexia. They didnât mean any harm, but it got too much.
Before your thoughts wandered further, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.
âI didnât hear you get in.â
You hummed, looking at the ingredients in front of you. Guess you were making some banana bread.
You could feel Alexiaâs gaze on you as you basically ignored her. Alexia always knew when something was up with you.
âIs everything okay? Why are you baking?â
You shrugged, getting the necessary equipment from the cupboard.
âY/N?â
âI just feel like baking,â you didnât mean to sound curt. Alexia immediately loosened her grip on you, leaning against the counter as she searched for your eyes.Â
âOkay⊠Well, do you want me to help?â
âNot really.â You knew you werenât being fairâAlexia didnât do anything wrongâbut you had your reasons.
Your reasons were the comments your friends made that reinforced the thoughts you had been carrying around for months. You were insecure, disgruntled, and dejected all at once.Â
You paused for a second before blurting out, âWhy didn't you want anyone to know about us?â
Alexia froze. The conversation thrown around during lunch earlier kept echoing in your head.
âWas keeping it a secret Alexiaâs idea?â
âWhy though? Is she ashamed of you or something?â
âIs it true that she used to date Jenni Hermoso?â
âIf I used to date Jenni Hermoso then I would neverâwell, I wouldnât say downgrade, butâŠâ
âHey, thatâs just mean! Alexia didnât downgrade with Y/N!â
âYouâre seriously picking Y/N over Jenni Hermoso? Y/N, you know I love you, but letâs be serious for a second.â
âAle, are you embarrassed of me?â
âWhat?â Alexia was taken aback at your question, a bewildered look settling on her face. âI am not embarrassed of you. Where is this coming from?â
You scoffed. âThen why didnât you want people to know about us? About me?â
Alexia was speechless for a second, not expecting that this was where the conversation was going. âBecause my world can be harsh and I just want to protect you from it. I told you this, amor. Weâve had this conversation before.â
While that used to sound sweet, now it just irritated you.
âYeah, but I can handle it.â
Alexia gave you a look that said she didn't believe you. You felt offended. Sure, you were an overly emotional person, but you were sure you could handle it. You were handling it. There were people who spewed out nasty comments about you on the internet everyday but you brushed them offânone of their opinions matter to you.Â
Your girlfriendâs opinions matter to you.
âGlad to know you think so highly of me,â you sarcastically said, angrily slamming the bananas on the counter. This conversation was really getting on your nerves. You almost wished you didn't bring it up in the first place.
Alexia let out a sigh. âItâs not that I donât have any faith in you. I just want to protect you. The last time I was in a relationship, it was with someone in the football field,â you hoped she didnât notice how you immediately stiffen. âI didnât have to worry so much because she knew how it wasââ
You suddenly were so irritated at the reminder of Jenni that you snapped. âI know Iâm not Jenni!â
Alexia was surprised at your sudden outburst.
âQuĂ©? I know you are not herââ
âBut you wish I was.âÂ
Alexia looked so taken aback at your accusation that you immediately felt guilty for ever saying it.
ââŠWhat?â
But it seems that despite the guilt you felt, the pent up anger inside you was overflowing, desperate to let itself out.
âJenni is perfect, Jenni plays football, Jenni can handle the media, Jenni knows all your friends and family. Everyone likes Jenni better than me!â
âAmor, no! Thatâsâ Where is this coming from?â
You almost wished you didnât mention any of this in the first place with the way Alexia was looking at you like a blindsided, kicked puppy.Â
You wanted to try to explain your side of things to her. You felt like your feelings about this whole thing were valid, albeit you could definitely handle it differently. Like, not bottling things up until they eventually blew up.
âYouâre still good friends with your ex, Ale,â was all you could come up with.
ââŠYes? We went through a lot together; she was a big part of my life.â At that you rolled your eyes. Obviously she was a big part of Alexiaâs life. Werenât all exes a big part of our lives at some point?
When you didn't say anything else and continued to prepare for your banana bread, Alexia continued, âIt wasn't a bad breakup... We just decided that we were better off as friends.â
Honestly, youâve had enough of hearing about Jenni.
âThatâs exactly it, isn't it? You two went through a lot together, Ale. You won the freaking World Cup together and you went around parading her name on your chest while I was at the stands cheering you on despite having to see you with your exâs name on all the fucking pictures of you and the trophy. And yeah she lives all the way in Mexico but you have international camps together while I'm at home, watching Instagram stories of you two, wondering why you're still giving me the time of the day when you could be with someone like her? For godâs sake Ale, she's hot! I get it! I do! And sheâs 5â9 and Iâm notââ
âAmor, stop,â Alexia interrupted your rambling, stepping closer to you but you didn't let her, shaking your head and taking a step away. âY/N, I had no idea you felt that wayââ
âItâs stupid. Forget it.â Embarrassment filled your cheeks.
âNo, no, itâs not. Itâs not stupid if you feel that way, my love. Iâm so, so sorry that I didn't realize how this was making you feel.â
You sighed. It wasnât Alexiaâs fault, you knew that. You should've told her. It wasn't her fault because she didn't know.
You were now even more embarrassed that you let it turn into such a big deal.
So you took one last look at your girlfriend and ran out the door.
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An hour into your aimless walk, you realized that you didnât bring your phone with you, which meant you couldnât Uber your way back home.
You realized that this meant you couldnât call anyone to pick you up.
To make it worse, the sky started to rumble, signaling that the possibility of a heavy rain was coming sooner than you think.
Everything felt like a disaster.
You slumped down on a nearby bench. You knew where you were, you had no trouble getting home without Google maps. But it was an hour walk here, which meant it would be another hour walk home.
You groaned, thinking of the best way out of this predicament you put yourself in.
It was nearing midnight, but Barcelona had always been a lively place, so there were still plenty of passersby. You could ask to borrow someoneâs phone, call Alexia, and wait until she picked you up.
But that would mean a random stranger would have Alexiaâs number on their phone. You didnât know if people would recognize you and put two and two together on who you were calling. You didnât want to take that risk.
You could call one of your friends, but you didnât remember any of their numbers.
The only number you knew by heart was Alexiaâs.Â
Placing your hands over your face, you took a deep breath and pushed back the stinging feeling behind your eyes. You couldnât cry. You really wanted to because of how pathetic you were, but you couldnât. Youâd just feel even worse.
With every minute that passed by, you started to feel even more guilty at the thought of how worried Alexia must be.
Standing up, you decided you could just borrow someoneâs Uber app, or even hail a taxi from somewhere. You decided that you had to go home right now. Alexia must be driving herself crazy when she realized you werenât one call away.
Just when you were about to step into the direction of two friendly-looking strangers, the first droplet fell on top of your head.
âFuck.â
Soon enough, the rain went down heavily. Everyone started running in all directions, trying to shield themselves from the pouring rain and you were left standing there, feeling sorry for yourself because great now you were stranded and drenched.
You sat back down and let the rain wash over you, finally letting out the sobs you were withholding.
You had a lot of thoughts in your head, but mostly, you just wanted Alexia. You wanted her right now. If you werenât such a jealous girlfriend, you wouldnât be in this situation. You wouldnât be questioning her decade-long friendship with one of her best friends.
You wouldnâtâ
âAmor!â
You whipped your head up and despite the water blocking your eyesight, you could always tell that it was your girlfriendâs figure running towards you.
You were a sobbing mess, sitting all alone in the rain in the middle of Barcelona, but still Alexia managed to find you. Alexia was drenched all over too, no umbrella in sight, as she kneeled down on the pavement and brought your crying face into her neck.Â
Alexia pulled back and you could tell that she had been crying too. Great. You felt a million times worse now.
âWhat the hell are you doing?! You didnât have your phone with you, I didnât know where you were!âÂ
âIâm sorry,â you cried out, your voice barely audible due to the heavy patter of the rain. âI walked for a long time and I ended up here and it was an hour away and I didnât have my phone, I couldnât get back home without walking another hour and my feet are killing me and I feel so bad because you must be so worried and itâs all my fault! And now youâre here, I donât know how you managed to find me but Iâm so glad youâre here and oh my godâweâre both probably gonna be sick. Iâm sorry! I love you, Ale, Iâm so sorry!â
âHey, hey,â Alexia cooed, placing her forehead against yours. âItâs okay. Iâm just glad youâre okay. I love you too, please stop crying, mi amorcita. Itâs okay.â
You took a deep breath, which didnât end up helping because having water fall over your head made breathing a bit harder.Â
Alexia placed a kiss on your forehead, standing up and pulling you against her.
You felt yourself sag against her, Alexia holding you upright. âCan we go home? Iâm really cold.â
âOf course, mi vida. Letâs go home.â
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Once you got into Alexiaâs car, you started to cry again.
Mostly because it was warm and you were so relieved, but also because you felt bad that you were flooding her car with your wet clothes.
âY/N, whatâs wrong?â
Alexia placed her hands on your cheeks, wiping away your tears.
âIâm ruining your leather seats. Your car is ruined.â
Alexia let out a laugh. You looked at her like she was crazy. âStop laughing at me,â you cried out. âAle.â
âOh, bebĂ©,â Alexia tugged you across the console, wanting to pull you close once more. âIâm not laughing at you, I promise.â
âThen?â
âYouâre too cute, you know? This will all dry up, amor. Besides, youâre not the only one whose clothes are wet. Look at me.â
You knew Alexia was trying to cheer you up, but at the reminder that the reason Alexia was soaked in the first place was because of you, you felt your bottom lip start to wobble.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered. âNow weâre both gonna freeze to death.â
Alexia simply placed a kiss on your cheek, putting the car in gear. âI wonât let you freeze to death.â
Looking out the window and seeing the familiar route home, you felt at peace even though you were still trembling from your wet clothing.
You didnât know what state you would be in had Alexia not found you.Â
âAle.âÂ
She looked at you for a split second before redirecting her gaze on the road. âHm?â
âHow did you even find me?â
You saw the smirk before she could answer. âItâs called telepathy, amor.â
âAle. Iâm serious.â
âIâm serious too,â Alexia shrugged, a coy smile on her lips. âItâs our connection, Y/N.â
You rolled your eyes at her antics. âWhatever. Idiota.â
Alexia laughed, her hand blindly searching for yours. You let her take your hand, the touch causing warmth to settle deep in your chest.
You didnât let go of her hand all the way home.
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After taking a warm shower, you laid on your side of the bed, waiting for Alexia to finish with hers.
(Alexia decided to shower in the guest bathroom, not wanting to invade your privacy in case you were still mad at her.)
(You quickly rebutted her statement and said that you werenât âmadâ at her, just âannoyedâ.)
Just when you were about to call out her name because Alexia was taking too long when she could shower in under five minutes, your girlfriend appeared, leaning against the doorway of your shared bedroom, a sheepish smile on her face.
âCan I still sleep with you or should I stay in the guest bedroom?â
You gestured for her to join you on the bed, relief falling on Alexiaâs face as she approached you.Â
Once you were both under the covers, Alexia immediately resumed her position as the big spoon. You placed your hand over hers that was draped across your stomach, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.
âCan we talk about it?â Alexia whispered.
You didnât want to. You were embarrassed. But you knew you had to. So you took a deep breath and let out everything you had been feeling for monthsâhow you knew Alexia loved you, but oftentimes your thoughts took over and convinced you that Alexia couldnât love you fully, not really. Especially knowing that she could have someone as perfect as Jenni.
âY/N, I donât want Jenni. Iâm not in love with her anymore. You have to believe me.â
âBut sheâs⊠sheâs perfect for you.â
âYouâre perfect for me. Itâs you Iâm in love with. Itâs you I love, Y/N.â
You turned around at the way Alexiaâs voice was shaking, which was usually the tell-tale signs that she was about to cry.
And sure enough, Alexia had tears welling up in her eyes and that broke you. Your girlfriend was never one to cry often so the sight made you crumble and realize just how much she was telling the truth.
You reached out and wiped away her tears that managed to escape, placing a soft kiss on her nose. âPlease donât cry, Ale. Iâm sorryââ
âDonât apologize,â Alexia interjected. âYou have nothing to apologize for, baby. Iâm just sad because you canât see how amazing you are. It pains me that you donât see yourself the way I see you.â
âI guess I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you can have someone like Jenni, yet youâre choosing to be with someone like me.â
âHey, don't be mean to my girlfriend,â Alexia turned serious, staring right into your eyes as she speak. âSheâs perfect to me. Sheâs the only one Iâll ever want. Ever.â
You stayed quiet, taking in her words. You still didn't know what Alexia saw in you, but with the fierce stare full of determination she was wearing, you were starting to believe her. Believe that there were amazing qualities about you that made Alexia fall head over heels in love with you.
âYou promise that youâll love me even though Iâm nowhere near as good as Jenni at football and Iâm not as famous as herâAle, I donât have a World Cup trophyâŠâ
âY/N, my love, of course I do. I promise. I love you. I do, with all my heart.â
You took a deep breath and nodded. âIâm still going to have my insecurities. Theyâre not going away just like that.â
âI understand, amor,â Alexia placed her hands on your cheeks, caressing them gently, you could feel her love for you seeping from her fingers. âIâll tell you everyday that you're all Iâll ever need until you believe me.â
You didn't have to be a footballer and you didn't have to go and win a World Cup, Alexia would still love you for who you were.
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The opening game of the season fell on your birthday. You were seated at your usual seat with Alba and Eli. Eli had organized a small party after the game, she had baked you a birthday cake and wanted you to blow out the candles before your birthday dinner with Alexia.
When your girlfriend went out to the pitch, your jaw dropped. Instead of wearing her usual 11, she was wearing your birthdate on her back.
She easily spotted you in the stands, pointing at her back then pointing at you. This is for you, you could hear her message loud and clear.
You could cry right there and then. (You did cry).
Later Alexia uploaded her usual post-match Instagram post. The pictures of her wearing the jersey with your number made it extra special, especially the video she included of herself running over to you, lifting you up in her arms, and spinning you aroundâthe happiness radiating from the two of you clearly visible.
The cherry on top was the caption underneath:
special numbers today in honour of my girlâs birthday. te amo mucho, amor @y/n đ„°â€ïž
All those fears of being not good enough, all those fears of Jenni replacing you, you now thought it was all so silly.
Because you knew without a doubt how much Alexia loved you.
âWhat are you daydreaming about?â
âNothing,â you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your face. âJust thinking about how dumb you look with that birthday hat on.â
âHey! This is all for you, amor!â
You laughed at her pout, the pointy birthday hat still sitting on top of her head.Â
You were at one of the fanciest restaurants in Barcelona. Everyone was wearing a fancy dressâyou were wearing one too, Alexia on the other hand was wearing a dapper three-piece suit.
You had a birthday hat in your clutch from Alba earlier and once you both had ordered, you took it out and gave it to your girlfriend. You jokingly asked her to wear it, not expecting her to do so.
But when she took it with a roll of her eyes, âanything to make you smileâ falling off her lips and she ended up wearing the thing throughout your dinner, you had no more doubt that it was you Alexia wanted.
You didn't have any football silks, you werenât a World Champion, you werenât Jenni Hermoso.
But with every waking moment you spent with Alexia, you could feel how much she loved you despite it all.
Especially when Alexia got down on one knee and especially when you had a mini-you running around. You knew that there was nothing in this world that could change what you had with her.
(Not even Jenni Hermoso, who is now someone you call a best friend and the godmother to your daughter).
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Shoot Your Shot (Alexia Putellas x Olympic Gymnast!reader)
A/N: I know itâs been a while but I am hoping to get back to writing again. Hereâs a little Alexia Olympics fic. I hope you guys like it.
The night had been a blur but in the best possible way. Alexia had dreamt about representing Spain in the Olympics for years and to win a gold was always the goal. It was a goal she and the team achieved after beating Brazil in the final.Â
She had truly let loose and celebrated what this achievement meant to her, her team and the people of Spain.Â
Hereâs the thing about Alexia, when she was drunk she became very very confident. So much so that in her intoxicated state she did something she has wanted for do for a while, she shamelessly slid into your DMs.Â
Itâs how she found herself standing in the Olympic village with her hands as clammy as can be the following day.Â
âAle, whatâs wrong?â Irene asked her club team mate.Â
The woman in question could only shake her head. Her thoughts were running 100 miles an hour and she couldnât help but think it was a mistake. Had drunken Alexia stitched currently Alexia up?
âHavenât you heard?â Jenni playfully nudged her former club captain âAlexia here got drunk and messaged Y/N Y/L/N. Thatâs why she is so nervous, she is meeting up with her this afternoonâÂ
Irene couldnât believe what she was hearing. She knew Alexia was an admirer of you, everyone did. The Catalonian watched every single one of your events and if she couldnât watch them live then she would watch them as soon as she got into the locker room.Â
âYou did?â Irene asked in disbelief.Â
Alexia could couldnât speak. She could only nod her head as a form of response.Â
She thinks back to the night before. She had been celebrating for hours and drank bottle after bottle of the finest wine France had to offer.Â
Hola guapaÂ
That is what Alexia messaged you on Instagram. The reason why you even responded is lost on her but she did make a mental reminder to ask you about it.Â
âSo?â Jenni asks Ale.Â
âSo?â Alexia had a dumfound look on her face.Â
âWhat are you going to say to her? We all know that drunk Alexia is confident but sober Alexia is not, she is quiet and doesnât make the first moveâ the forward knew her friend too well. She knew exactly what Alexia is like and once hearing about her quest, she made it her mission to help her.Â
âI donât know Jenni. I couldnât stop talking last night but now, now I have no idea what to sayâ Alexia began pacing back and forth.Â
The nerves were surfacing and they made Alexia feel sick. Not only did she think you were beautiful, you were also the most decorated gymnastic in history. That itself came with a level of intimidation that Alexia was dreading.Â
She knew her friends were trying to help but they were only making her feel worse. She needed to escape but that didnât happen. No, instead of peace she found herself being hit several times by her team mates.Â
âThere she is!â Jenni slapped Alexia extra hard. She herself was excited at the thought of meeting you.Â
âLeave. Now. Pleaseâ Alexia whisper shouted.Â
âNo. Letâs go see herâ Jenni had already started walking towards you.Â
âYou can hide behind me if you get scaredâ Irene teased her friend. It was rare to see Alexia this nervous so she made a point to enjoy it.Â
You were talking to some other athletes when the three Spaniards approached you. You know it was rude but Alexia was the only one you paid attention to. You didnât think it possible but she was even more stunning in person.Â
âAlexia!â You were excited and it came through in your tone.Â
You all but ran towards her. Did you look eager? Yes but you didnât care.Â
âY/N, itâs so nice to finally meet youâ Alexia did something out of character. She pulled you into her arms.Â
This earned looks from both of her friends who upon seeing the midfielders action realised that maybe Alexiaâs feelings were more serious that then thought.Â
âSo we are going to leave you two to explore and are going to meet up with the rest of the teamâ Irene nudged Jenni in the opposite direction of where you and Alexia were heading.Â
Jenni teased that she would only leave if you two took a photo together. It was something you happily agreed to if it meant getting some one on one time with the Barcelona player.Â
You and Alexia agreed on walking to one of the coffee shops located in the village, the one that had become a favourite of yours. Alexia kept stealing glances at you only she wasnât being as subtle as she thought because after each time she looked at you, you felt a fire set a light in you. Â
âDo I make you nervous?â You tried to lighten the mood by teasing a little.Â
âYes. Very muchâ Alexia was scared to admit this. Besides, she knew you knew otherwise you wouldnât be asking her.Â
âYou werenât nervous last nightâ you playfully nudged her causing her cheeks to flush red within an instant.Â
âIâm sorry for that. I celebrated a little too hardâÂ
âWhy are you apologising? Congratulations againâÂ
âI must have said some embarrassing things. Itâs why I donât drink and textâÂ
âHmmm, you did tell me that but then you told me that if you didnât use your liquid courage to talk to me then it would have been a wasteâ you couldnât help but giggle as you recalled Alexiaâs honest words.Â
âI said that?âÂ
âYes. Havenât you read the messages this morning?â You ask knowing that you had read the messages numerous times since you woke up.Â
This did nothing for the way Alexia felt. Should she have read them? Did she say something that needs re-reading?Â
âI havenât. Did I say something bad?â Alexia asked scared of the answer. Â
âYou didnât. You talked about football and asked about gymnastics. We talked about how much we have been watching each other throughout the tournament. Oh! As requestedâ you reached into your pocket and got the pin Alexia asked for. You briefly looked at it. It wasnât the normal Team USA pin, no it was your personal one. The one you reserved for friends and the athletes you respected the most.Â
Alexia looked lost. Her gaze went from the pin, to you and the back to the pin. She learnt from social media that the Olympians traded pins but she had no idea why you were giving her one or what you meant by she requested it.Â
In that moment you realised that maybe Alexia had drank a little more than you originally thought.Â
âYou donât remember asking for this, do you?âÂ
The way Alexia innocently pointed to herself was adorable.Â
âYes, youâ you poked her playfully in her chest âLast night we talked about what we wanted in life and you said to take me on a date and a pinâÂ
âThis isnât the USA oneâ Alexia closely inspected the pin you had placed in her hand. She then holds it up so you could see the pin as if you hadnât seen it before.Â
âNo, it is not. I get asked to swap pins all the time and 90% of people get the USA pins, this pinâ you reach into your pocket and show Alexia the pin in question âonly friends and athletes I admire and respect get that oneâ you point to the one you gave Alexia.Â
The Spaniardâs cheeks flush red as she rubs her finger over your name that was within a gold heart.Â
âGold?â She raises her eyebrows. The whole world expected you to get gold this Olympics, multiple at that. Clearly by the pin you expected this of yourself too.Â
You donât agree nor do you disagree. Instead your response comes in the form of a shrug of the shoulders.Â
âI donât have a pin for youâ Alexia admitted.
âThatâs ok. They donât have to be swapped. Iâll happily give you it Alexiaâ
Alexia stood there in awe of you. She recognised your beauty through the screen but she soon learnt standing in front of you that it didnât do you justice.Â
You stood there is the same awe. Alexia was a sight to behold. You had watched every game of hers you could. Maybe you should have been cheering for the USA but you were raised a Barcelona fan so from the very beginning you wanted certain Spanish players to succeed. She was known as La Reina and now more than ever you understand why. She was a queen. Her eyes radiated under the French sun and you could spend hours getting lost in them.Â
âShall we?â Alexia held out her arm and you linked through them. The act wasnât an intimate as hand holding but it was very sweet.Â
âWe shallâ you wondered if the smile on your face was as big as it felt.Â
For the next hour, you and Alexia walked around the Olympic village trying all of the different food stalls. When you see it, you pull her over to the chocolate muffin stand.
âYou have to try thisâ you peel back the wrapper and hold it out to her. She eyes it up suspiciously as if she is thinking about whether or not to try it.Â
âAlexia, I -â
âAleâ she cuts you off.Â
âAle?â You ask with furrowed brows.Â
âMy friends call me AleâÂ
âIs that what you want us to be? Friends?â You know you are pushing a little bit but this was a date. You were trying to find out if Alexia asks her friends out on dates.Â
She bashfully shakes her head which causes you to nod yours. This ends with both of you having shy smiles on your faces.Â
âTry it. It will be one of the best muffins you taste in your lifeâ it was a bold statement but you stood by it. You had eaten a couple of these during the last two weeks and you had a huge sweet tooth so you felt qualified to rank the sweet treat.Â
When Alexia takes a bite her eyes widen, heR head tips back and you know she agrees with you. The grin that spread across her face when she looks at you is adorable.Â
âThatâs so goodâÂ
She then takes another bite before taking it out of your hands and holding it out for you to have a bite.Â
Time seems to run away from you because the couple of hours that you had planned to spend together pass by and before you know it the sun is setting in the sky.Â
You wanted to squeeze every second out of the night but you remember Alexia telling you that the team was flying back to Spain the following morning.Â
âIâm this wayâ you point in the direction for where you were staying.Â
âIâm that wayâ Alexia does the same and of course her hotel is in the opposite direction âcome with meâ she tilts her head on the same direction.Â
âIs that a question or?â You joke with her. She could have been asking or telling you, you didnât mind.Â
âWell you gave me thisâ she holds up your pin âyou swap them, no?âÂ
You nod your head with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. Alexia said she didnât have a pin. Did she mean that she didnât have one with her.Â
âSo come with me and get your giftâ Alexia, for the first time that day, sounded truly confident.Â
She lead you down the streets of Paris. Like last night the two of you began talking but in person it got a lot more personal. You talked about the hurdles you both had to overcome in order to compete at the Paris Olympics and to do so at the highest level.Â
Soon enough Alexia is grabbing your hand and pulling you into one of the 5 star hotels located in the heart of the city. You expected her to drop your hand when you enter the reception area only she doesnât. The act fills your stomach with butterflies.Â
When you enter the elevator and Alexia scans her room key you realise that she must be taking you to her room.Â
She opens the door and heads straight for her luggage.Â
âI was too nervous to re-read our messages. I thought I might have said something embarrassing. If I had remembered that I asked for your pin them I would have brought you thisâÂ
She held up a red Spain jersey, her jersey.Â
âIs this-âÂ
âFrom the gold medal match? Yes. Itâs the shirt I wore during the first halfâÂ
âAlexia, I cannot accept this. It should be framed or given to your mother, not to a strangerâ you immediately give her the shirt back.Â
âI want to give it to you. Today has been one of the best days Iâve had a long whileâ you give her a look and she knows exactly what youâre thinking âone of the best days off the pitchâÂ
She holds it out for you to take. At first you donât, you canât. Alexia doesnât budge and you honestly think she will hold out that shirt for hours if thatâs how long it took for you to accept it.Â
In the end you do grab the shirt but you also grab her hand and pull her close to you. You lean in and kiss her softly on her lips. Just as you are about to pull back, Alexia pulls you in for another kiss.Â
âNow youâve had everything you wantedâ you say with a smirk of your face.Â
âI donât understandâ the Spanish says.Â
âLast night you told me you wanted three things. The first two you told me straight away and the third you told me just before we said goodnightâÂ
Still, Alexia was at a loss. You told her what she said she wanted and it was only two things. She is about to ask you what the third one was but then she sees you running your index finger over your lips and it clicks.Â
âI told you I wanted to kiss you?â Alexia couldnât believe what she had confessed to you. She would have felt embarrassed to admit just after spending the day with you, never mind last night when you were practically strangers.Â
You nod your head.Â
âWhat if I told you I wanted to kiss you again?â Alexia asks only this time she owns her question.Â
âIâd tell you to come over here and get what you wantâÂ
You didnât need to tell Alexia twice. She strutted over to you with the most confidence you have seen her with that day. She cupped your face and pulled you in. The kiss was a little bit deeper that the first kiss. You slowly push Alexia back until her knees buckle against the foot of the bed.Â
She doesnât make an effort to push you off her. If anything she encourages the passion and you are happy to oblige. Both you and Alexia fought for dominance but ultimately you donât get to find out how would come our victorious.Â
The sound of a keycard been swiped has you both frozen in place but still neither of you make any effort to move. Itâs as if the person of the other side of the door wonât see the two of you if you are still. Â
âALEXIA!âÂ
It seems the the woman who you are still straddling recognises the voice before you do.Â
âPor diosâ Alexia, whose hands are resting dangerously low on your back, taps you signalling for the two of you to get up.Â
When you turn around you see Jenni standing in the door only she is joined by a different player than she was with this morning.Â
âNice to see you again Jenni. Nice to meet youâŠ.âÂ
âMisaâ the keeper introduces herself âyouâre Y/N Y/L/N?âÂ
The Madrid keeper also admired you only she was bold enough to tell her team mates she has a crush on you. Knowing this information is enough to wake the green eyed monster within Alexia.Â
âYes, she is. Sorry about those two. I did text them asking for them to message me when they were on their way backâ Alexia apologises for the interruption.Â
âWe did! Lookâ Jenni shows Alexia the 5 text messages she sent her and then shows that she even tried to called her twiceÂ
âLet them off Ale. We were pre-occupiedâ the smirk that tugs on your lips in enough to heat up Alexiaâs cheeks.Â
The four of you stand in the hotel room waiting for someone else to speak first. In the end a text from your manager makes you be the one to break the short silence.Â
âI need to goâÂ
âNoâ Alexia whispers.Â
âItâs late and you have a flight to catch in the morningâ you move closer to her âthank you for an amazing day Alexia and thank you for thisâ you hold up her jersey.Â
âWhen can I see you again?â The two of you lived in different countries and had very gruelling schedules but Alexia wanted to know that today wouldnât be the last time she saw you.Â
âYouâre in America in the next couple of weeks. Iâll see if I can make it to one of the games so keep an eye out in the crowdâ you kiss her softly on the lips.Â
âWill you be wearing my jersey?âÂ
âI guess youâll have to wait and seeâÂ
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Can you do a Barca one where R is suffering with ED, but as one of the newest players, alexia and Jona are rough with her for a bit before she passes out on the field. Her bestfriend, and only friend at Barca, Ingrid, comes to her and feels how light sheâs became and thatâs when they find out about it?
Hiiiiii - thank you so much for the request and sorry it took so long to get through. Thank you to all the people who reached out offering advice about how to write this - I deeply appreciate it and I hope this helps someone out there. I know that it's scary and daunting but please, please talk to someone. Reaching out for help is the hardest thing, I am well aware of it, but I promise you it will get better. People love you. People want you in there lives. You are worth it and deserve every ounce of love in the world. I hope that my little corner of the internet can help you in some way. Lot of love to every single one of you. Forehead smooches for you all. I hope you enjoy this.
Different From Last Time
Barça Femeni x Reader
Description: R's eating disorder comes back when she moves to Barcelona
TW: Eating Disorder; Disordered Eating habits
Word Count: 3.1k
You hadnât meant it. Not this time. It wasnât like last time. Last time, there had been a snippy comment by a jealous girl. Last time, there had been a throw-away quip from a boy that you thought you had a crush on that you hadnât thrown away. Last time, there had been a slow descent into your Bad Place. Last time, people around you had noticed. Last time, there were hospital visits and psychiatrists. Last time was not like this time. This time, there was no catalyst, no remark that sent you spiralling. This time, it happened without thinking about it. This time the Bad Place had appeared around you without you realising. This time was very different.
It had started when you moved to Barcelona. Your usual breakfast of porridge had made you feel ill one morning. The heaviness of the dense meal sat in your stomach for far longer than was comfortable and paired with the heat ⊠it was not a fun time for you. The next day you had felt the same ⊠and the next, and the next. So, you decided to cut the oats out, and pick at some of the fresh fruit sitting in the fridge instead. It never crossed your mind to replace the oats with something lighter but still filling, like a yoghurt or something. This was fine on your off-days, But by the time lunch arrived, you were starving â so you ate a lot. You plate was piled high of pasta and chicken and vegetables. All healthy, all nutritious. But because youâd ate so much at lunch, you werenât hungry at dinner. So, you ended up skipping dinner, or picking at some more fruit.
Slowly, without you even realising it, all you were eating at home was fruit. Fruit and a milky coffee or black tea. Your breakfast was a delicious nectarine or a juicy vibrant orange and a mug of freshly brewed coffee with frothy, milky latte art on top or a warm, inviting cup of tea. You knew it might not have been the most nourishing of ways to start your day, but the thought of anything heavier had your stomach churning. The weather was warm, and you truly honestly werenât hungry. Until you smelled the food in the lunchroom. Every day, you were the first one in and the last one out of the cafeteria. Pasta, rice, potatoes, chicken, beef, pork, carrots, mushrooms, broccoli, peppers. You name it, you probably ate it. It never really clicked in your mind that this could have been a sign. You never felt guilty after eating it, so you didnât have a problem ⊠right?
But then the off days rolled around. Without the structure of the training schedule, instructing you when and where to eat, you found yourself lost in the quiet of your little flat on the edge of town. Â The fridge hummed softly, filled with vibrant colours of fruits youâd stocked up on. Baskets of peaches, plums, and pears lined your kitchen counter. They were beautiful to look at, reminding you of a still-life painting. Thatâs essentially all they were. A piece of decoration for you to look at.
It was an off day that you finally noticed the changes. Youâd stepped out of the shower, steam still clinging to the small bathroom, and caught a glimpse of yourself. The skin stretched tight over your collarbones; your arms looked thinner, almost fragile. Â The muscle you had worked so hard to gain was less noticeable. It was subtle, not something that would scream at anyone else, but you knew your body, and this wasnât right. You brushed it off at first, telling yourself it was just the result of a new lifestyle. The Mediterranean diet, wasnât that supposed to be healthier? People here were slim, fit, effortlessly beautiful. You were just blending in, adapting, right?
You refused to acknowledge it. You had been through this before. This was nothing like that. The words that lingered in your mind werenât there this time. You didnât fear things the way you did last time. You were fine. It wasnât like last time.
You started to feel tired all the time. Not just sleepy, but exhausted, like your bones were weighed down with sand. It wasnât the kind of tired that a good nightâs sleep could fix. It was deeper, more persistent, as if it had seeped into your very being. You tried to ignore it, pushing through your days with a smile that felt more like a mask.
The coaches had started to pick up on your sluggishness. You were known for your speed â your nimble movements as you dodged round defenders like a dancer weaving through a crowded ballroom, your movements calm and calculated with perfect precision. But now, now your steps felt heavy â your timing off as you, once again, gave the ball away. It was preseason â surely you shouldnât be this tired?
âY/N, is everything ok?â Pere asked softly as he pulled you off to the side. You swallowed. Was everything ok?
âYeh,â you sighed. âSorry, Iâm just tired. Still trying to get used to the heat,â you gestured around you. It was sweltering thatâs for such. The temperature at the ground reaching an uncomfortable mid-thirties by mid-morning.
You knew you needed to step it up. You needed to be better. If not for you, then the team. The team needed you at your best. And you had to be the best. Maybe it was the Bad Thoughts talking, but you decided that being the best meant just training harder, not taking that step to talk to someone, to seek professional help. This wasnât like last time. You could manage it.
And so, you pushed harder. You told yourself that this was the answer; that all you needed was to work through the fatigue, to out-train the tiredness that clung to you like a second skin. Early morning runs before the sun had fully risen, extra drills after everyone else had left the field, more laps, more weights, more sweat. You kept telling yourself that the ache in your muscles was proof that you were getting stronger, that the exhaustion in your bones was a sign that you were working toward something better.
You hadnât really noticed it, but you were so focussed on training that you had stopped interacting with people. You were so tired all the time, your response became short and snippy. You were getting more and more irritable as the days went by. The little things that never used to bother youâthe noise in the locker room, a teammateâs joke, even the way someone chewed their foodâstarted to grate on your nerves. You could feel the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface, ready to spill over at any moment. But instead of addressing it, instead of acknowledging that something was wrong, you buried it under layers of denial and discipline. You told yourself it was just the stress, that everyone got like this sometimes. It was just part of being an athlete, right?
It was Alexia who first approached you, a few weeks after her return from the Olympics. She had been well aware of who you were before you signed for Barcelona â she had been on the receiving end of a few of your nutmegs and perfectly executed presses. This was not the Y/N she had played against.
She had found you outside, setting up for free kick practice. She found it strange â that you would choose to practice those of all things. You werenât on the list to take set pieces, your name so far down the list the pigs would sooner fly then you participating in that part of football games.
âHola,â Alexia said, coming to stand next to you. You jumped, your body tensing at the intruder. âLo siento,â she smiled at you.
âAlexia, um, hi?â You sounded genuinely shocked she was near you, voluntarily talking to you.
The Catalan captain scared you a little. It was something about her composure, her intensity that made you nervous to even breathe the same air as her, let alone talk to her.
âWhat are you doing?â She asked, honestly curious at your choice of activity.
âPractising,â you dismissed, looking across at the set up.
âWhy?â
âBecause I need to âŠâ you trailed off, making it sound more like a question than anything else.
âWe havenât even had a game yet, I think youâre fine,â she consoled.
âNo, I need to push myself. I need to be better. I want to do this for the team.â With those words, Alexia made up her mind. Something she would later regret massively, but something that, in the moment, seemed like a very smart idea.
Alexia observed you the following afternoon. You were right, you were moving more slowly than usual. You were slower, you were less agile, you were making mistakes that you never used to make. Alexia thought she was helping.
âNo, de nuevo.â Alexia barked. You flinched at the tone, the harshness of Alexia's voice cutting through the afternoon air like a whip. It wasnât just you who noticed â everyone on the pitch turned their heads, eyes widening in surprise. Alexia was known for her leadership, for guiding the team with a firm but fair hand. But this? This was different. It was almost like she was pushing you, testing your limits in a way that felt more personal than professional.
You forced yourself to focus, your heart pounding in your chest. Sweat dripped down your forehead, stinging your eyes as you tried to reset, to shake off the growing sense of unease that had taken root inside you. You couldnât afford to mess this up, not in front of her, not in front of the team.
Again and again, you repeated the drill, your legs growing heavier with each attempt. You could feel your breath hitching, your lungs burning, but you pushed through, ignoring the screaming protests of your body. This was what you needed, right? To push harder, to be better. But with each failed attempt, each barked command from Alexia, doubt crept further into your mind.
Your teammates watched with a mix of concern and confusion. They could see something was off, that you were struggling more than usual, but no one dared to say anything. Alexiaâs presence was too commanding, too intimidating to question. So they stayed silent, exchanging worried glances as you faltered once again.
âNo, no, no,â Alexia snapped, stepping closer, her frustration palpable. âThatâs not good enough. Again.â
You nodded, barely hearing her words over the pounding in your ears. The world was starting to tilt, the edges of your vision blurring as you bent over, hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. But there was no time for that. You had to keep going. You had to prove yourself.
âY/N,â Alexiaâs voice cut through your haze, sharp and unyielding. âAgain.â
You straightened up, legs trembling, and moved to take your position. But the ground seemed to shift beneath your feet, and suddenly, you were stumbling, your vision narrowing to a pinpoint. Panic flared in your chest as the world spun, and before you could stop it, darkness began to close in around you.
Was it the heat? Was it the food? You really couldnât tell. You felt horrific. But you had to keep going. You swayed gently as you began to sprint off. You needed out ⊠you needed to breathe. Your body was on autopilot as you went through the motions.
Esmee was the first to notice. Your skin had a sallow, sickly paleness. Your eyes were sunken and your hair too thin. You looked awful. Her concern quickly turned to alarm as she watched you sway; your movements unsteady and uncoordinated. She could see the strain etched across your face, the way your muscles trembled with every step. Something was terribly wrong, and it was no longer just about your performance on the pitch.
She reached over to Ingrid, tapping her gently on the shoulder. The pair of them looked over to where you and Alexia were standing â you were barely conscious. How you were still on your feet was anyoneâs guess. They exchanged glances, silently agreeing that something was terribly, terribly amiss and Alexia was taking things too far.
âY/N, stop!â MapĂ shouted, her voice breaking through the fog that had settled in your mind. But you barely registered it, your body still moving on instinct, trying to obey Alexiaâs last command. The group didnât hesitate. They were over to you in a flash. They sprinted across the field, reaching you just as your legs buckled underneath you. Ingridâs gentle arms wrapped around you.
âHey, hey, itâs okay,â she said, her voice soft but urgent as she guided you to sit down on the grass. âYou need to stop, Y/N. Youâre going to hurt yourself.â
Alexiaâs frustration melted into concern as she watched the scene unfold. She hadnât realised just how bad things had gotten until now. She had been so focused on pushing you to be your best that she hadnât seen the toll it was taking on you, both physically and mentally. Guilt gnawed at her as she hurried over, her expression shifting from stern to worried.
âY/N, why didnât you say something?â Alexia asked, kneeling beside you, her voice uncharacteristically gentle.
You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. Your vision was blurry, and the world felt like it was spinning out of control. You felt Ingridâs hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles, but even that small comfort wasnât enough to calm the panic rising in your chest.
âI⊠I thought I could handle it,â you finally managed to whisper, tears welling up in your eyes. âIt isnât like last time.â
âWhatâs not like last time?â Esmeeâs gentle voice drifted over you.
âAll of it. The Bad Thoughts arenât like last time. I didnât mean to do it. I âŠâ If you had the energy, you would have been hysterical.
âY/N, I need you to listen to me,â Alexiaâs tone posed no arguments. This was Captain Alexia talking. She brought a hand to your cheek, her palm gently guiding you to look at her. âHave you hurt yourself? Do you need an ambulance?â
âNot cuts. I ⊠I donât do that,â you whispered.
The sigh of relief was audible from all the girls around you.
âWhat didnât you mean to do, KjĂŠre?â Ingrid asked the question. She figured that since you were still in her arms, your back against her chest, that it might be easier voicing whatever it was that plagued your mind.
âI âŠâ You remembered how hard it was to voice it all last time. At that had been to a total stranger. But then again ⊠that had been to a total stranger. A stranger that had your best interests at heart, but they didnât know you. Not like these girls did. âFood,â was what you settled on.
The moment the word left your lips, you felt the air around you shift. The weight of the confession hung heavily in the silence that followed, pressing down on everyone around you. The tension was palpable, each of your teammates processing what you had just said, the reality of the situation settling in.
MapĂ's sharp intake of breath was the first sound that broke the silence, her shock evident. You could feel Ingrid's arms tighten around you slightly, as if she was trying to shield you from the world, from the consequences of your admission. Alexiaâs hand remained on your cheek, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what you were truly going through.
"Food?" Ingrid repeated softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it any louder would make the situation even more real. "What do you mean, Y/N? Have you not been eating?"
You hesitated, your mind racing with the implications of what you were about to reveal. But there was no turning back now. The truth had already started to spill out, and you couldn't stop it even if you wanted to. "Not⊠not like I should," you finally admitted, your voice trembling. "It just⊠happened. I didnât mean for it to, but Iâve been skipping meals, and when I do eat, itâs like I canât stop. At home I can't eat. But in the cafeteria, it's all I can do âŠ"
The guilt in Alexiaâs eyes deepened, her mind replaying every drill, every push, every time she had demanded more from you without realizing the burden you were already carrying. "Y/N," she began, her voice laced with regret, "I had no idea. I should have seen the signs. Iâm so sorry."
Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time, they werenât just from exhaustion or fear. They were from the overwhelming mix of emotions you feltâfrom relief that the truth was finally out, to shame for not being able to handle it on your own, to fear of what would come next.
Esmee knelt beside you, her hand reaching out to squeeze yours. "Weâre going to help you," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "You donât have to go through this alone, Y/N. Weâre your team, and that means weâre here for you, no matter what."
The others nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting a mixture of concern and determination. You could see the resolve in their eyes, the silent promise that they wouldnât let you face this battle alone.
Alexia took a deep breath, her hand still resting gently on your cheek. "The most important thing right now is your health," she said, her voice steady. "Weâll figure this out together. Weâll talk to the coach, to the doctors, and weâll make sure you get the support you need."
You nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. The support of your teammates was more than you could have hoped for, and for the first time in weeks, you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe this time really was different. Maybe this time, you wouldnât have to face the darkness alone.
Ingrid gently helped you to your feet, her arm still around your waist to steady you. The others formed a protective circle around you, their presence a silent but powerful reminder that you were part of something bigger, something stronger than any one of you alone.
As they guided you off the field, you knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult journey. But you also knew that with them by your side, you could face whatever came next. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were going to be okay.
I hope you enjoyed it <3<3<3
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thought the she was barefoot for a minute đ” i despise those shoes
not them giving her a big ass hat
and yall know leah gotta rock the jorts
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You Should Talk
Georgia Stanway x Reader
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Inspired by the one and only Fletcher song
[WOSO Masterlist]
The room falls silent the second the door slams shut behind you.Â
An uncomfortable tension settles as you breathe out noisily through your nose.Â
Itâs hard to temper the anger simmering in your veins, your glare sharp enough to shake even those who have attempted to stay on the sidelines.Â
âOut. All of you,â you bite out, eyes never leaving your target.Â
Georgia glares back, raising her chin just a bit back in challenge.
Your hackles rise on instinct, eyes flashing dangerously when no one moves.Â
âI said leave.â
Clothes are shoved haphazardly into bags as the last stragglers shoot out behind you, none of the girls daring to meet your eyes as they escape to safety.
The benefits of being one of the last ones to the locker room generally meant less girls hanging around while you get your things together. A downside is catching conversations that clearly werenât meant for your own ears.Â
Keira pauses awkwardly in front of you, grimacing when you stare right through her, eyes never leaving Georgiaâs. âSorry. Donât take it out too much on her. You know how she is when sheâs unhappy.â
Sometimes you love how caring Keira is. How sheâs always driven to mediate and fix things even if sheâs not involved.
Todayâs not one of those days.
Keira sighs when you donât acknowledge her, throwing a glance over her shoulder at Georgia before slipping out behind youÂ
You barely wait for the door to click shut before youâre stalking forward.Â
Itâs no surprise that everythingâs led to this. From the moment camp started things have been frosty. Leah and Keira have been doing their best to keep you two separate, nothing good ever coming out of a volatile break up. But that didnât stop the snide comments, the muttered insults. Everywhere you turned it was like Georgia was there with her prickly tongue, each word cutting as much as the last.Â
The last straw were those words you heard her complaining to Keira just mere seconds ago.Â
âYou're one to talk, Stanway. Iâm the insane one?"
Georgia rolls her eyes, arms crossing in front of her.Â
âIâm the one who ruins everything? Tell me how exactly me wanting to spend time with my girlfriend ruins things.â
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it.â
âNo I apparently donât! Because why am I the insane one for being upset that you never wanted to spend time with me?â
Georgia scoffs, pushing up to meet your fire with fire. âI play in Germany! Itâs not like I could pop over for an hour every time you wanted to see me!â
âOh my god, thatâs not what I meant and you know that.â You press an accusatory finger against her chest, making sure to add pressure every time Georgia tries to brush your hand aside. âAll I wanted was more effort. You want to tell me how many video dates you blew off so you could be out with your German friends? Or how many times you canceled plans to come home so you could jet off somewhere else?â
âWell Iâm sorry for actually having a life. When you have a girlfriend who spends her time bitching at you about everything she thinks youâre doing wrong youâd skip out on calls too.â
âOh fuck you!â
âYou wish!â Georgia shouts back.Â
Though you scrub angrily at your face, youâre not fast enough to hide the evidence of just how hard Georgiaâs words have hurt you. Georgiaâs face flickers a bit, her brash demeanor softening a bit when she catches the tears rolling down your cheeks.Â
Unable to stop the stinging in your eyes, you push past her to your locker before she can say anything else. If Georgia wants to act like youâre the worst person to ever walk the earth youâll just have to do the exact same.Â
In the back of your anger hazed brain, you register the way Georgia lingers. She headed for the door the second you started shoving your clothes into your bag, neither of you wanting to spend more time arguing about how much you hated the other, but for some reason she just hasnât left yet.Â
You throw your bag over your shoulder, rolling your eyes when you spot Georgia uselessly tugging at the door. âWhat are you doing? Just open it.â
âYou think Iâm trying to spend more time than necessary with you?â she shoots back. âThis bloody door just wonât open.âÂ
âWhat do you mean it wonât open?â
âWhat else could I mean?â Georgia scoffs before banging on the door again. âHello? Can anyone hear us? Weâre trapped in here!â
âClearly no one can hear us otherwise we wouldnât be locked in here.â
âGreat. Just fucking great,â Georgia mutters before sliding down onto the floor. Might as well get comfortable if youâre going to be here for the foreseeable future.
âBeing locked in a room with your ex girlfriend that miserable of an act for you?â you canât help but laugh bitterly.
âYou broke up with me,â she grits out, purposefully not looking your way.
You roll your eyes. âThatâs why youâve been acting like a child all camp? Because I broke up with you?â
If you cared more about your own personal safety and peace of mind you should maybe do a better job of keeping your mouth shut. Because the way Georgiaâs nearly snapping her teeth at you tells you just exactly how endearing she finds the lip youâre giving her. But you're too far gone to care at this point, wanting Georgia to feel nothing if just a piece of how you've been feeling these past couple months.
Georgia scoffs but you cut her off before she can say another word.Â
âNo, you listen to me, Georgia. I broke up with you because you gave up first. You clearly wanted an out so I gave it to you.â
âDonât do that!â she snaps. âDonât blame it all on me. It takes two to fuck things up.â
âDonât give me that âwoe is meâ crap. You gave up long before I did and you know it.â
âWhat did you want me to do? You kept pestering me about your mum and then you showed up where I work to fight about it! How am I the bad guy here? Youâre the insane one for doing that!â
âFor the last time, I didnât go to Bayern to fight with you, you self-centered asshole!â You throw your hands up in frustration. What you really wanted to do was throw your boots at her, but the thought of having to help Georgia stop any bleeding if you actually made contact was the only thing stopping you from doing so. âI was touring the training grounds because they offered me a contract. I wanted to check it out before making any decisions.â
The day you landed in Germany still haunts you. You traveled straight from the Colney to the airport to Bayernâs practice grounds. It was only ever supposed to be a quick trip. Explore the training facility, talk with a few of the execs, maybe surprise Georgia with a quick dinner before returning to London.Â
What you didnât expect was to run right into your girlfriend after making your first loop around the area.Â
Georgia was elated at first, but you could spot the apprehension settle in just as quick. Making your excuses she had grabbed your wrist and dragged you into a deserted room.
Accusations were thrown.Â
âAre you seriously here to lecture me in person about missing your mumâs birthday next week?â
âWhatâs so wrong with me being here? Got a secret girlfriend youâre trying to hide?â
Old wounds were rehashed.
âStop being so bloody insecure!â
âQuit being such an attention whore then!â
By the time you left it was with a broken heart, a broken relationship, and a newfound resolve to stay the hell out of Germany. The national team was something you couldnât, and wouldnât, get out of, but spending everyday playing club level with your ex was something youâd never do.Â
When your words sink in, Georgia freezes. Her mouth drops open, face one of surprise and conflicted regret. âI didnât-- You⊠No one told me.â
âI wanted it to be a surprise,â you mutter, picking at a thread on your sweater. âSo much for that.â
The bad times were bad, you wonât deny it. Both you and Georgia are hotheaded enough that arguments werenât rare to come around. You always end up resolving them, but frustrations about being so far away from each other mixed with emotions neither of you could adequately express bubbled over until you called it quits.Â
Yeah, maybe you shouldâve tried harder, but in the end you were just too defeated to do so.
Although things crashed and burned horrifically, however, you couldnât deny how much you still loved her. There would always be a part of you that belonged to Georgia, no matter how infuriating you found her.Â
Youâve known each other since you were children, the relationship something everyone expected to happen. Everyone always joked about the two of you dating when you were younger, the affection you had for each other always superseding those of regular friends. When Georgia asked you out in the middle of the night during one of your youth camps, you couldnât help but say yes.Â
For years the two of you made the distance work. Georgia was always in and around the Manchester area while you were in London yourself. You always made sure to carve out enough time to still travel to see one another, quality time important to the two of you.Â
So no, distance wasnât something new to your relationship. But for some reason the distance between England and Germany proved to be too much for the two of you to bear.
Germany was something you could never take away from Georgia. From the moment she told you about Bayernâs offer, you knew she was going to accept it. It was something you knew Georgia has always wanted to do, play in a new league, experience a different environment. And of course you were happy for her. Youâd never be anything less than proud of everything your girlfriend has achieved. But if you had known just how badly the move wouldâve messed up your relationship maybe you wouldâve tried harder to convince her to stay.Â
So who knows, maybe in another universe the two of you made the distance work. Maybe you brought up the things that bugged you before they turned into something bigger than it was. Maybe you made the move to Germany and the two of you lived happily ever after.Â
But this is here and now, and thereâs no denying how much Georgiaâs hurt you (and how much youâve hurt her back).Â
âYouâre an asshole, Georgia Stanway.â
Georgia sighs, shutting her eyes as she lets her head thump against the locker behind her. Itâs a thump of defeat, one that tells you everything you need to know about how much Georgia wished she did things differently. âI know. Iâm sorry.â
Youâre silent for a moment as you take her in. Itâs hard to miss the bags under her eyes, the barely existent chewed down nails, the minute details that showed just how much Georgiaâs been hurting too.
You let your head thump backward too.Â
âIâm sorry too.â
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When the doors are unlocked hours later, Leah finally having enough mind to read her texts and discover the lock-in, sheâs expecting nothing short of carnage. What she sees instead is the two of you asleep, your head on Georgiaâs shoulder as your hands stay clasped together.
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Message Me // Georgia Stanway x Reader
Summary: You're leaving your girlfriend, a story told through messages and memories <3
Warnings: A bit of swearing, a bit of a toxic relationship, mentions of anxiety, angst
Word count: 3.2k
The airport was eerily quiet in the doom and gloom of the early morning. The sun was just beginning its trek across the sky by rising up along the horizon, but only a few rays of light leaked out into the darkness.
It was chillyâ well, as chilly as Germany could get in the middle of summer. Somewhere outside of the airport, someone was screaming about birds and lights, but nobody seemed to pay it any mind.Â
Inside of the airport, a few people silently milled about. Other people were taking naps in seats, or against walls. Once in a while, an announcement would blare over the intercom, updating the airport on what was going on and which flights were departing there, providing multiple translationsâ of which you could only understand one. Some people were talking into ear pieces, or into their phones, and their faces were devoid of energetic emotionsâ exhaustion, anger, and crankiness shone on most faces that you passed.Â
Your face was more of the first, with bags beneath your eyes and a sullen frown on your face. Your body emanated exhaustion as you slouched, walking down a hallway with a dark blue rug and gray walls. Your eyes stared straight down at the phone in your hand, and a backpack was thrown lazily over your other shoulder. Perhaps you should have been looking up, to make sure that you didnât run into anyone, but you couldnât bring it upon yourself to be concerned about that.Â
Even as someone swerved to avoid hitting you, you didnât take your eyes off of your screen. To anybody else, you looked like some internet-obsessed young adult. You knew differently, however, as your eyes scanned line after line on your screen.Â
Your heart beat nervously in your chest, a constant thing as of late. Bubbles of anxiety popped and crackled in the bottom of your abdomen, and your hand shook as it scrolled along your phone. You were just as anxious as you were exhausted, waiting for something that you feared would never come.Â
But then, it did. Like a wave crashing upon a shore, or maybe it was more of like an explosion⊠no, you thought. It was like listening to a piece of orchestra musicâ each instrument and piece of your life had built up over the last few months, compiling into one huge symphony of cacophonous and overwhelming noises.
A notification popped up on your phone. Before you could even think about it, you tapped on itâ it was painfully instinctual, the way that you looked at and answered her texts as soon as you saw them.Â
Georgia Stanway: Why didnât you tell me you were leaving Bayern?Â
Your hand froze, thumb hovering over the message. You nearly left the English midfielder on read, as thought after thought raged through your mindâ she knew exactly why you hadnât told her. In fact, she was the very reason that you were leaving⊠you wondered what her intent was, in sending that text. Perhaps sheâd hoped to bring you back, you thought rather hopelessly.Â
Georgia didnât care about you enough to ask you to stay, which was the entire reason that you were leaving in the first place. That was all that it would have taken, sadly enough⊠A text, or a call from your ex-girlfriend, asking you to stay for her. You would have dropped all of your plans in a heartbeat, and you would have found a way to stay in Germany, with Georgia.Â
Instead, you continued along the hallway, closer and closer to the plane that would take you to the United States, and to your new team in the NWSL.Â
Youâd been waiting for this moment for weeks, and now it had finally come. You glanced at the time, and knew that the announcements of your departure and your new contract had rolled out only a few moments ago. You wondered how quickly Georgia had seen themâ if the Instagram notifications that she had for her club team had notified her of your departure. She had to have texted you as soon as sheâd seen the news, and you hated the way that your heart seemed to burn hopefully in your chest at the thought.
The announcement that you were leaving Bayern Munich would shake the world of womensâ football. Youâd been at the club for a very long time, almost since the beginning of your career. Youâd gone through their academy, and youâd become the youngest person to debut for Bayern at the age of 16 years and 3 days. You were Bayern, through and through.Â
In fact, some said that when youâd suffered a laceration on the pitch a year ago, your blood bled red and white for the club. Youâd only been cut because youâd gone to the ground for a challenge on another player, not even having to think twice as you put your body on the line to save your teamâs standings in the dying minutes of the intense game against Wolfsburg.Â
Even now, you knew that social media platforms were blowing up since the news had rolled out. You could almost hear the questions in your mind, one after the other, as though you were standing in front of a room full of media and paparazzi, peppered by questions which you had no desire to answer.Â
Why would you leave the club which had grown you into the invincible athlete you were today? Were you leaving for the money? What were you doing? How did you feel about going to a team which doesnât play in the Champions League? Why would you leave Bayern Munich?
The answer to the last question was painfully simple, really.Â
Your girlfriend had joined Bayern two years ago, after her contract at Manchester City had been terminated. Sheâd moved for you, so that she could be closer to you, and you loved her for it. Youâd met through mutual friends, and had played against each other at an international level. At first, your relationship had been friendly and respectful, but had soon grown intimate when youâd vacationed together in Ibiza during the off season.Â
Youâd kissed Georgia one night, when both of you were drunkâ youâd been surprised the next morning when sheâd kissed you again and again.Â
To you, each kiss had been so gentle, as though you were coming home to a warm fire and a glass of hot cider. Everything about Georgia felt like home, and safety, and you had cherished those feelings as well as you could, and hoped that youâd returned them.Â
It hadnât taken long for you to ask her if sheâd be your girlfriend, and the two of you had been long distance for a year, until sheâd decided to make the move to Germany. Youâd had a hand in all of it, behind the scenesâ the two of you were quiet about your relationship, secretive. In fact, even the vast majority of your friends remained unaware of the two of you being lovers.Â
There was a magic to the way the two of you had loved each other. You would sneak away in the middle of parties to go kiss in the dark corners of alleys and bathrooms, and there was always a thrill to the way the two of you would push each other up against a surface to see just how far you could get with the other person, how quiet you could be while making the other see stars. It was almost a game for Georgia, you sensed, to see how long you could stay private about your relationship, and to explore the many ways you could sneak around without being caught.Â
Itâs what made it easy to love Georgiaâ her passion and her laughter filled your chest with so much happiness. However, her love for secrecy had also been what had forced you to end it with her.Â
You had loved her passion, and had absolutely adored her. You missed the way that she used to draw shapes against your skin, and distinctly remembered agreeing to let her tattoo you one day.Â
You knew that sheâd been working on a tattoo for youâ it pained you that youâd never know what she would have put on your skin.Â
A flower, perhaps? For the numerous ones youâd given each other?Â
Perhaps she would have placed a heart on your skin, to represent your relationship.
No, you thought. Knowing G, she would have given you a teddy bear, right on your forearm. For your year anniversary, sheâd taken you to a carnival of sorts and had won you a prize bear.Â
That bear was in your backpack, and you suddenly yearned to pull it back out and hug it tightly to your chest. Perhaps it would still smell like Georgia.Â
Perhaps it would still smell like home.Â
Even after everything, it struck you to know how much you still adored Georgia.Â
However, you were tired of being loved in the dark, in between the walls of your own shared home, or of a random club cubicle in some dirty bathroom, and nowhere else. What had once been fun was now haunting and depressing, further reminding you that, while G loved you, she didnât love you enough.Â
You were tired of watching Georgia flirt with men in bars, so that she could keep the two of you a secret. You were tired of seeing paparazzi photos of your girlfriend with other people, draped over them and framed with the most romantic of captions. You were exhausted, really, of being kept a secret from your teammates, family, and friends.Â
You and Georgia had begun to argue about it constantly, starting about six months ago. You wanted to go public with your relationship or, at the very least, tell your parents that you had a girlfriend of three years. Georgia, however, continued to want to keep your relationship private, as she was nervous about how she would be received if she came out.Â
Over the course of those last few months together, your beautiful relationship had begun to crash and burn, until it was decimated and completely irreparable. The two of you said awful things to each other, until you stormed out one night in a huff after Georgia had told you she didnât think she loved you anymore.Â
You had only gone back to that shared home once more, to grab all of your things, and youâd done it when you knew Georgia was at the training complex for Bayern. Youâd cried a lot that day, in packing up all the things that had once made you whole.
When you were done, everything had looked so⊠stormy and gray, and had reflected how you felt insideâ broken and incomplete. You felt so down that you wondered if you could ever be happy again, and you felt like you would never repair the damage that had been done to your heart.
Youâd stayed with two of your Bayern teammates for a little bit, as you fought to find another team to play for. Youâd had a lot of offers, but you wanted to get as far away from Germany as possible, so most European teams had been ruled out for you.Â
All throughout your struggle to get over Georgia and find a new team, Pernille and Magda had been by your side. They didnât force you to go to training, and gave you the space that you needed to fix what had once been broken.Â
You felt like you were being torn in half when youâd finally fixed yourself a contract for the Chicago Red Stars. They were in desperate need of a defensive midfielder, and so you flew to the United States and signed for them.Â
Youâd asked them to wait on announcing your new contract, and so they had. It was only now, as you wandered around the airport, that the announcements had come through. After Georgiaâs text, notification after notification began to pop up on your phone, flooding the device so badly that you had to put it into a privacy mode to protect yourself from the torrent of questions.Â
The anxious bubble in your stomach only worsened as minute after minute had passed by. This very moment had been one that you were dreading for several weeks. Now that it had happened, you werenât sure how you were going to respond. Every single plan that you had made to deal with the situation had disappeared from your mind, and you felt numb.Â
Youâd never wanted to leave the team of your heart. You didnât want to leave Germany, and you certainly didnât want to go to the United States. You didnât know much English, and you had no friends or family in America, and so you began to spiral once more.Â
All the while, you stared at Georgiaâs text message. After a few moments, you saw three dots at the bottom of the screen, bouncing up and down, and your heartbeat boomed loudly in your ears. You thought that you were going to throw up, and so your hand clasped over your mouth as you forced yourself to take deep breaths.Â
You could do this. Youâd handled worse. You could do this.Â
You closed your eyes, trying to reassure yourself that the world would continue to spin, even as yours seemed to have stopped. You told yourself that you would be okay and you focused on the things that you could smell and feel, grounding yourself to that damned airport with its dull gray walls and worn blue carpeting.Â
When you opened your eyes, Georgia had sent another text.Â
Georgia Stanway: Where are you?
Your thumb hovered over the screen once more, pondering on how or if you should respond. The last time that Georgia had texted you had been to discuss who would keep the house, to which the two of you had agreed on her. Her name had been some silly inside joke, thenâ something about her tattooing abilities and English roots. You canât remember when you changed it to something much more formal, but you remembered it being painful. You remembered crying⊠over the relationship that youâd lost, and how a few backspaces of your phone seemed to erase and undo everything youâd loved most in the world.Â
You wondered if she planned to come get you, to stop you from leaving. You remembered one of the times from the first year that you were dating, when sheâd come to visit you all the way from England. Sheâd heard that you were upset about losing to Chelsea in the second leg of the Champions League semi finals. Sheâd been unable to attend the match due to her own club obligations, but nothing had been there to stop her from visiting you after the game.Â
Sheâd come and surprise you at your home, hugging you and showering you with love and affection. Sheâd helped you forget the loss with movies, roses, chocolates, and flowers, and youâd cuddled with her for a few nights. Sheâd massaged your sore muscles, and iced the tender spot in your ankle from where youâd been tackled by a Chelsea playerâ something which sheâd seen on the television from where sheâd been watching the match.
Sheâd cooked you your favorite meals, and had listened to you complain and mourn over what could have been. Then, she was there to cheer you up and hold you while you cried over the loss one final time. It had made you feel seen, and appreciated, and youâd loved her so much for the support that sheâd given you.Â
But that had been then, and this was now.Â
Finally, you typed.Â
Airport. Iâm leaving, did you need something?
The impersonal, cold text sent chills across your skin. You were intent on pretending like nothing was happening, and like you werenât breaking down on the inside.Â
Georgia: Are you okay?
Iâm Fine.Â
You werenât, but you figured that Georgia didnât need to know that.Â
Georgia: Youâre leaving, then? This is it?
Yeah. This is it.
Your heart seized in your throat, pounding unbelievably loudly in your ears as though it were a drum, beating harshly to remind you that you were still alive. The three dots appeared once more, showing you that Georgia was typing.Â
Georgia: I still love you, you know?
The frown that formed onto your face was one of absolute pain. You were in misery, suddenly, tormented by the loneliness and desolation which had marked your life since you and Georgia had broken up. Georgia had been your rock and your home, and you werenât sure how you could ever replace what she had given you. You felt like you were in some pathetic rom com, but it was true. You wondered if you still loved her, and if she still deserved that love. You wondered if you should say it back.
Would it make a difference if you did? Would she tell you that she wanted you back, that she wanted you to return? Did three simple words have the ability to restore years of being forced to hide yourself from the world? Did love repair things that had already been broken, or was it just a way to temporarily fix the cracks in your chest, like some shabby tape job for a broken vase.Â
Once upon a time, you would have circled the world a million times and so much more for Georgia. Even now, you would have thrown it all aside. If G had asked you to do so, and you would have gone back to her without question. Every part of you ached for her, to feel her against you and to hear her tell you how much she loved you again. You ached for what had once been, and for what could never be.Â
You did love Georgia, still. You didnât think you could ever stop loving her. Georgia had captured your heart and held it captive and, even as the world moved on, you donât think that you ever could.Â
Your fingers hovered over the screen, and a tear spilled down your cheek as your lips quivered. Youâd stopped walking, and you couldnât hear the person who cussed at you as you did so. You wanted to hug Georgia, wanted to be held by her. You wanted to be reassured, to be told that everything would be alright.Â
Faintly, you heard the announcement. Your plane was boarding, now. You had to get there.Â
Part of you wondered what would happen if you intentionally missed your flight. Would you go back to Bayern? Would you go back to Georgia? You could do it, if you wanted to. You think that you could have managed it, and found a way to stay.
Instead, your feet carried you where your heart could not. You were at the entrance to the plane and then you were walking through the thin sky bridge, the wind rattling around you to create a chilling, haunting song which echoed in your heart.Â
I love you, too.
Your message could not be delivered.
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Pitch Invader
summary: barçaâs twelfth (wo)man
warnings: nothing
a/n: thank you for the request !
word count: 1.6k
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There are certain truths universally acknowledged: gravity exists, toddlers are irrational, and the Putellas genes are a force of nature.
Todayâs a big day: Alexia is playing one of the most important games of the season, and youâre in the stands with your two-year-old daughter, who, despite being the tiniest human in the stadium, possesses the energy of a thousand deranged squirrels. You are, in a word, nervous.
Your daughter, however, is anything but nervous. Sheâs strapped into her tiny jersey with Putellas scrawled across the back in letters that are nearly as big as she is. Her hairâs up in a ponytail, more like a pineapple sprouting out of her head, but you know thatâs the only way she likes it. Youâve brought snacks, water, an iPad loaded with Paw Patrol, and a collection of those little rubber animals sheâs obsessed with. You are prepared for every disaster except, apparently, the actual one.
The game kicks off. Your daughterâs glued to the action, her eyes tracking the players with a focus you wish sheâd bring to bedtime. Sheâs screaming "Mami!" like sheâs the head of the Alexia Putellas fan club. Which, letâs be real, she probably is.
You, meanwhile, are half-watching the game, half-watching her, and half-wondering when youâll get the time to sleep ever again. The maths doesnât add up, but then again, neither does the toddler logic youâre about to encounter.
In the 30th minute, the snacks run out. Which, you should have known, is a harbinger of doom. Your daughter, little genius that she is, finishes her juice box and immediately hurls it to the ground. She gives you the wide-eyed innocent look that usually precedes a request for more snacks or a sudden need to use the bathroom. But not this time.
This time, she leans in conspiratorially, whispering, âMami!â Itâs a statement, a question, and a declaration of war all at once.
âYes, baby,â you say, patting her hand, thinking sheâs just expressing her undying adoration for Alexia. You know whatâs coming, but youâre oblivious. Blame it on the lack of sleep or the adrenaline of the match.
âMami!â she repeats, louder, with more urgency. Youâre too busy trying to figure out if sheâs got another juice box somewhere in the black hole that is your nappy bag to notice that sheâs been scoping out her escape route. Youâve taught her well: always look for the exits. You just never expected her to take that lesson so literally.
âMami!â And before you can register whatâs happening, sheâs off like a shot, little legs pumping with the determination of someone whoâs just discovered that the world is a lot more fun when youâre not stuck behind bars. Literally. Because sheâs somehow squeezed through the railing and is now sprinting toward the field like sheâs got the ball and is gunning for the goal.
Thereâs a split second where time stops. The crowd noise fades, the players blur, and youâre left watching your tiny daughter make her bid for freedom. Then, the panic sets in.
âOh my God, sheâs on the pitch!â you scream, leaping to your feet. Your heart's in your throat, and your legs feel like theyâre made of concrete, but you move. You have to. Alexia is going to kill you. No, worse, sheâs going to tell your mother.
This is it. Youâre going to die. Not because your daughterâs about to get trampled by a bunch of world-class athletes, but because Alexia Putellas is going to murder you on the spot for letting this happen.
âDonât move!â you yell, as if your two-year-old is going to suddenly develop a sense of self-preservation and stop in her tracks. You leap over seats with a grace you didnât know you possessed, and suddenly, itâs you versus the grass, a race you never wanted to be a part of.
The security guards, bless them, are as stunned as you are. Theyâre used to dealing with rowdy fans, not rogue toddlers. One of them starts to move, but youâre faster. You vault over the barrier like an Olympian, not caring that youâve just flashed half the stadium. Your brain is a mess of conflicting priorities: get the child, avoid the cameras, donât trip, for the love of God, donât trip.
âMami!â Your daughterâs scream pierces the air as she beelines for Alexia, who, by now, has spotted her and is having her own heart attack on the pitch. Alexia freezes, eyes wide, mouth open in a soundless yell. You can see her future flash before her eyes: headlines like âStar Playerâs Toddler Takes Over Matchâ or âTiny Terror Halts Game, Becomes Internet Sensation.â
The ball is at the far end of the pitch, and most of the players havenât noticed yet. But one of the defenders has. Sheâs staring, and then she starts laughing. You canât blame her. Youâd be laughing too if you werenât about to faint from the sheer absurdity of it all.
Finally, you reach your daughter just as she reaches the center circle. You scoop her up, her little legs still kicking as if sheâs going to make a break for it again. Sheâs giggling, thinking this is all the best game ever, and honestly, youâre too relieved to be mad.
Alexia, however, is sprinting toward you like sheâs about to dropkick someone, probably you, into the next century. You flash her an apologetic smile, holding up the wriggling toddler as if to say, âI found her! Look, Iâm a hero!â
Alexia doesnât look like she agrees. Her face is a mix of horror, relief, and something that might be love if youâre lucky. She reaches you, breathless, eyes still wide as saucers. âWhat⊠the⊠hellâŠ?â
âI took my eyes off her for two seconds!â you pant, defensively. âYou try keeping up with her!â
Your daughter, oblivious to the chaos sheâs caused, throws her arms around Alexiaâs neck and says, âMami, I won!â
Alexia softens instantly, her expression shifting to one of pure adoration. She holds your daughter close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âYes, you did, mi amor. You wonâ
The crowd, which had been holding its collective breath, erupts into cheers and laughter. Youâre pretty sure you see a wave of camera phones aimed in your direction. Great. Youâll never live this down.
But then Alexia grins at you, and itâs that grinâthe one that says sheâs both exasperated and completely in love with youâthat makes all of this worth it.
âIâm going to kill you,â she whispers, but sheâs smiling, and you know youâre in the clear.
âTotally fair,â you agree. âBut can we do that after the game?â
With a resigned laugh, Alexia turns to walk you both off the field, your daughter still happily babbling about how sheâs the best player ever, better than even Mami. And you? You just canât wait to tell her how this day was 100% her fault when sheâs old enough to understand the concept of consequences.
As you reach the sidelines, you catch the eye of the commentator, whoâs openly laughing now. âAnd that, folks, is what you call a family affair!â
You wave awkwardly, knowing youâre going to be a meme by the end of the day. But as you hand your daughter back to her seat, watching Alexia return to the pitch with a look of determination thatâs all business now, you canât help but feel a rush of pride.
Sure, you almost derailed an entire match. But on the plus side, you just might have discovered a new sport: Toddler Sprinting, with a side of Parental Panic. Gold medals all around.
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