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[lwwife]

Useless (Alexia Putellas x reader)

Warnings: just a whole lot of pining and really bad flirting

Description: Mutual pining with a splash of awkward flirting and alba being absolutely done with alexia’s gay panic. Plus ballon d’or fabulousness.

Notes: this ended up a lot longer than originally planned and I’m not sure I absolutely love it but actually writing my brain ideas down is so hard, I also haven’t properly proof read this so there might be some mistakes :)

Word count: 3660

As had been the occurrence for a while now, Alexia found herself unable to take her eyes off of you.

You and Alexia had been friends for years now, ever since you had joined Barcelona from your home club of Juventus 4 years ago, but she had never seen you as anything other than a friend. You had both been in relationships when you met, so she had never even considered it, but something had changed recently. Her relationship had fallen apart and ended over a series of months towards the end of last year, and yours had ended merely weeks later after you’d taken a trip home for Christmas and returned a newly single woman.

Her crush on you grew slowly, so slow that she hadn’t even noticed it at first, but recently you’d been spending a lot more time together, due to you both recovering from injuries, her with her ACL and you with a broken ankle you had picked up during the euros, and with that time she found herself appreciating all the little things about you that she’d never consciously noticed before.

You were currently doing pull ups, hanging from a bar on the opposite side of the room to where she sat, supposedly doing an upper-body workout herself, but instead of continuing her reps with the bar that sat on the frame in front of her, she found herself appreciating how the muscles in your back moved as you pulled and lowered yourself up and down on the bar.

“Your pining is painful”, a voice appears next to her, causing her to look away from you towards the source. She finds Mapi standing there, her arms folded.

“I’m not pining”, Alexia insisted. She only receives a pointed look in return before she moves out of the way, allowing Mapi to take a seat and start her own workout.

“You should ask her to be your date to the ballon d’or ceremony”, Mapi tells her, continuing her attempts at convincing her friend to ask you out, as she had been for the last few weeks since she had realised Alexia liked you.

“You should concentrate on your workout”, Alexia says in return. Mapi shakes her head and continues her workout, pressing the barbell up and down above her chest, “She’s already going anyway, it would be weird if I asked her that”, Alexia continued, obviously stuck thinking about what her blonde friend had suggested, causing Mapi to laugh and shake her head to herself a little.

Alexia doesn’t see this however, because she’s back to watching as you drop to the ground, catching your balance on one leg, as your left is still in a boot, before you lift you tank top up to wipe the sweat from your face. As your top is lifted, your abs are on full display and Alexia’s mind plunges so far into the gutter she has to take a breath and force herself to look away. Mapi catches this and as Alexia’s eyes fall onto her in their rushed attempt at looking anywhere but you, she takes a breath to say something but is cut off before she can.

“Don’t”, Alexia says, causing Mapi to laugh again.

“I didn’t”, she argues, holding her hands up in defence, “you are absolutely useless though”, she says and immediately braces for impact as Alexia smacks the side of her head lightly, telling her to shut up.

As the gym session goes on, Mapi manages to refrain from teasing Alexia too much more, though it’s difficult considering how often she catches her staring across the room at you. Eventually you all finish up your workouts and head home for the evening.

Once home you sort out your things for tomorrows trip to Paris before getting an early night to ensure you’re well rested.

——

You laughed as you sat with the other Barca Ballon D’or nominee’s on the bus to the airport the following morning. Lucy was trying to teach Alexia some French that she could say during her acceptance speech, though Alexia was still convinced she wouldn’t win, which you thought was absolutely ridiculous, of course she would win, she was Alexia Putellas.

You were smiling to yourself as Alexia told Lucy she should just make the speech herself.

“So you like my sister right?”, Alba says quietly from where she sat beside you. Your head snaps in her direction, before your eyes quickly flick to Alexia to make sure she didn’t hear.

“What?”, you say, laughing breathily in an attempt to convince the younger Putellas sister her assumption was wrong.

“You’ve spent the whole journey so far only watching Ale”, Alba points out, you can feel the heat rising on your cheeks but shake your head.

“I haven’t”, you deny, glancing around again to ensure no one else had heard any of your conversation. Luckily for you they all seemed far too interested in the French and English lessons Alexia was currently receiving from Lucy.

Thankfully enough Alba decides to drop the subject there, though not before giving you a knowing look. You spend the rest of the journey purposely avoiding spending longer than a few seconds looking towards Alexia, instead deciding that your hands, phone, the table, literally anything else was more interesting to look at. Alba only took your blatant avoidance of looking towards her sister as confirmation that her theory was right.

——

Now in the hotel getting ready you stand in front of a long mirror looking over your outfit whilst you waited for everyone else to emerge from their rooms and meet to take pictures before heading off. You wore a dark green oversized suit jacket, with matching high waisted trousers, paired with a black bralette. On your feet you wear the medical boot still on your left foot, while on the right you wear a simple black leather platformed sandal. You wiped your hands down on your jacket, both to smooth it out for the umpteenth time and to wipe the sweat that kept gathering on your palms.

You take a deep breath, sighing slightly as you glance down at the boot and try to steady yourself, you hated events like this, standing to get pictures taken for your mum was bad enough, having hundreds of people demanding you gave them your attention and best smile was your worst nightmare.

Alexia made her way down the hallway, pausing as she catches sight of you looking at yourself in the mirror. She smiles at herself as she appreciates how incredible you looked, but frowns a little when she realises how nervous you also looked.

Before she can consider making a move to talk to you Alba appears beside her, slapping her on the back lightly and making her jump a little.

“Come on Ale, stop staring, you’re not going to get the girl if you don’t actually speak to her”, Alba says with a teasing smile on her lips before she heads on towards where you were stood, gaining your attention as she approaches you.

Alexia sighs heavily and follows after her.

“Hola y/n”, Alba says as she approaches you, “you look amazing, don’t you think Ale”, she tells you, glancing back over her shoulder towards Alexia who’s eyes widen as she realises what her sister is attempting to do.

“Sí, you look beautiful, bellissima”, Alexia agrees, using your native language as her eyes rake over your body, deciding it wouldn’t hurt to maybe try and flirt a little.

Though it obviously goes right over your head, as all you do is look down at the boot on your left leg, pointing at it as you say, “yeah well I’m sure I’d look better if I didn’t have to wear this thing”.

Alexia exchanges eye contact with her sister in a silent plea for her to help in some way, Alba only tilts her head back towards you, urging Alexia to continue her attempts at flirting, even if she did think they were rather pathetic.

“I think you make it work”, she tries again, and Alba physically facepalms herself.

Before you can reply and Alexia can make any further attempt at flirting with you, more people started appearing and soon enough you were all being ushered together for group photos of varying combinations, then you were being guided out of the hotel and towards the minibus that would take you to the venue.

You climb into the bus, sitting towards the back and Alexia manages to manoeuvre herself past everyone else so she can take the seat closest to you before anyone else gets there first.

As the bus sets off she shuffles herself a little closer to you, leaning in slightly in order to keep your conversation quiet.

“I meant it earlier”, she states, causing you to glance at her with a slightly questioning look, “you look beautiful”, she smiles at you as she notices the slight blush that creeps up your cheeks, “I think you’d look beautiful in anything to be honest”.

“Have you seen yourself?”, you question her, still seemingly not really picking up on her attempts at flirting, making Alexia sigh quietly, though thankfully you don’t pick up on that either.

Giving up she decides to just enter into normal conversation, distracting herself and hopefully you as well from the nerves she could feel building as the bus edged closer and closer to the venue.

As the bus arrived and everyone started making their way off, you place you hand quickly onto Alexia’s thigh, causing her to freeze, looking from your hand to you and back before settling on your face. You smile softly at her.

“Grazie Alexia”, you thank her sincerely.

“For what?”, she asks confused at you sudden gratitude.

“For the distraction”, you tell her, “I really needed it, I hate these things”, you gesture out towards all the commotion outside. Alexia finds herself stuck for words, still hyper aware of your hand resting on her thigh and before she can gather her thoughts enough to form a reply you squeeze her thigh lightly before removing your hand and pointing towards the door of the bus, “we should probably go”.

It still takes a few seconds for her to register what you’re saying before she makes a move to follow everyone else out onto the red carpet, “right, yes, we should go”, she mutters, mostly to herself as she shuffles her way out of the bus.

As soon as you both emerge you’re hit by the noise and lights, all of it overwhelming you slightly as you take a breath.

“It’ll be over soon”, Alexia tells you as she steps up beside you, she gives you a light smile before she gets ushered forwards.

——

Alexia was right, the red carpet was over quickly, though it still felt like it dragged at times.

Now, you were sat watching the ceremony take place, and it was getting closer and closer to the time they’d be announcing the winner of the women’s Ballon D’or.

When they call out Alexia’s name, you feel the warmth of pride spread out from your chest as you look across at her from where you’re seated a few seats down. She makes her way onto the stage and you can tell she’s nervous, but as usual she speaks with such poise and professionalism that you doubt many people can tell aside from those who know her well.

Eventually the ceremony is over and you gather with the rest of the Barca players, plus Alexia’s family and the staff that were organising the bunch of you. You are gradually ushered back out of the hall and down some corridors to a room where you’re asked to sit and wait while Alexia finishes off some interviews.

You’re sitting a little away from the group just scrolling through your phone when someone comes and sits next to you, causing you to look up. As you do you come face to face with Alba, and just from the look on her face you can tell exactly what she’s going to try and talk about.

“So you and my sister”, she starts.

“Alba please”, you beg her to stop.

“Y/n”, she says, “you need to make the first move”, she states, jumping straight to the point.

“Alba”, you sigh.

She continues, “she’s been making pathetic attempts at flirting with you all day”, she informs you.

“She hasn’t”, you insist, “why would she?”

“Because she likes you”, Alba exclaims quietly, getting a little exasperated as you’re clearly just as useless as her sister is, “dios mío, how can both of you be so useless?”, she questions, “why wouldn’t she like you?”

“Because she’s Alexia and I’m just me”, you tell the younger Putellas, “she just won her second ballon d’or and I’m just-“, you’re cut off.

“Don’t say you’re just you again because you’re not”, Alba tells you off, “or you are, but that’s exactly why she likes you, because you’re you”.

Before your conversation can go any further the doors open and you’re all called back out to join Alexia and the men’s players to take photos with them and their awards.

You make eye contact with Alexia as you make your way out, but quickly look away as you immediately remember your conversation with her sister merely minutes earlier.

Alexia frowns as you look away from her, she hadn’t managed to see you before she’d been whisked off after the ceremony to do interviews and take pictures and talk to god knows how many people about how happy she was to win and how her recovery was going and so on and so on. All she wanted to do was talk to you, she wasn’t sure what had caused her change of mind necessarily, whether it was the burst of confidence from the winning high she was on, or just the string of failed flirting attempts she’d had today, but at some point she’d decided that she was just going to tell you how she felt.

Though that’s easier said than done, especially since it was currently impossible to find any time to get you alone. The two of you had managed to have a brief conversation whilst getting pictures taken, where you had congratulated her, and told her you knew she was going to win, to which she just rolled her eyes.

As time kept ticking by, Alexia could feel her burst of confidence dwindle, and the more time that passed the less sure she was about telling you how she felt.

You were currently on your way back to the hotel, before you were going to head to the airport to fly back to Barcelona. Alexia had again tried to find her way to the seat next to you on the bus, but had been held up talking with someone who had been congratulating her and by the time she got there you were already seated between Frido and Lucy, deep in conversation about something. She tried to keep the look of disappointment off her face as she took a free seat towards the front of the bus, sighing lightly as she was finally able to breath after all the madness of the last couple of hours.

While at the hotel Alexia again was taken away to do some more interviews, while the rest of you managed to find some time to get changed into some comfy travel clothes, so it wasn’t until you were actually at the airport that everything seemed to settle down a little.

You were all waiting until you could go through security so had a brief moment to sit down and Alexia immediately decided that this was her moment. If she left it any longer she would chicken out and be back to her pathetic attempts at flirting with you.

She looked around to see where you were sat, but couldn’t find you, her heart dropped slightly as she semi-frantically started trying to spot where you’d gone, whilst also trying to not draw any attention to what she was doing.

“She went to the bathroom”, Alba tells her.

“What?”, Alexia replies.

“Y/n, she went to the bathroom”, her sister repeats, pointing towards the door labelled with a symbol of a woman not too far away. Alexia immediately heads in that direction as Alba calls out, “please don’t be pathetic!”, after her.

Alexia bursts through the doorway to find you drying your hands, her sudden arrival causes your head to snap in her direction as you stare at her a little confused.

Alexia is frozen briefly, is she really going to do this? You had gotten changed, into a pair of black Nike sweats and a simple white cropped tank top. It was what you had travelled in earlier that day, and Alexia again found herself appreciating your love for crop tops.

“Are you ok?”, you ask her, as she had yet to do anything other than stare at you.

“You look really good”, she said dumbly, and she would have facepalmed herself if she didn’t think it would make her look even more stupid in front of you.

“Um…thanks”, you mumble, looking down at your outfit before glancing back at her, “this coming from the girl still wearing a literal ball gown”, you gesture towards her outfit.

Alexia laughs a little, “you really can pull that boot off in anything”, what is happening? Alexia questions herself, where had all her confidence gone? The confidence that had her bursting in here only seconds earlier, why was she suddenly back to making useless attempts at flirting with you in the hopes that you would maybe notice that’s what she was doing, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something”, she says, finally getting herself together and pulling out the shreds of confidence she had left.

“Ok”, you say and turn to face her fully, wiping the last traces of water from your hands onto you sweats. Or maybe it was just actual sweat on your palms, as seeing Alexia still in her outfit from the ceremony was doing things to you that you would not like to admit aloud.

“Ok, here it goes”, Alexia says, quietly psyching herself up a bit, she was suddenly wishing she’d actually put some thought into what she would say when it came down to this moment, “do you like me?”, she questions, though immediately regrets it as your face drops.

You fall into panic mode straight away at her question, had she figured out you liked her? Had Alba told her? Either way she was clearly about to shut you down right in this airport bathroom.

“I-“, you start as you try to form some sort of excuse or explanation in your head, some way to talk yourself out of this.

“That came out wrong”, Alexia tries to change what she said, “lo siento, I didn’t mean, ugh”, she does actually slap her palm onto her forehead now as she tries to think of a better way to say it.

“No no, I’m sorry”, you tell her, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to”, you stutter over your words, “I mean it’s not, I’m not in love with you or anything, I’m sorry if it’s weird, it’s fine, you don’t have to say anything, it’s fine, I’ll get over it”, you say everything so quickly Alexia can barely understand what you’re saying, but she definitely catches the last bit, and as you go to make your way past her and out of the door she’d come through only moments before, she lightly grabs your arm causing you to stop and look at her.

“I hope you don’t”, she tells you, “I hope you don’t get over it”, she repeats when you only give her a puzzled look.

“Alexia”, you say cautiously, looking up into her eyes.

“I really like you y/n”, she says quietly, “and I really hope you don’t get over it”, she repeats for a third time, just to be sure you understand her.

You suddenly become very aware of your own breathing, it seems heavy, but also so shallow you’re surprised you’re still standing. Alexia’s hand is still resting on your arm and you become hyper aware of how soft and warm her skin feels against your own. You also become aware of the fact that you haven’t said anything, or moved.

“Kiss me”, you say in a sudden burst of confidence, though you have no idea where it came from.

Alexia doesn’t need to be told twice as she moves her hand from your arm along with her other up to hold your face and she leans in and places her lips to yours.

As her lips move gently against yours, you place your hands on her hips and push her back against the sinks lightly. As cheesy as it sounds, the kiss is everything you had dreamed of and more, her lips were soft and moved perfectly over yours. One of her hands moved into your hair, pulling you impossibly closer to her.

The sudden sound of a door opening causes the two of you to pull away, glancing towards the door, before realising that it was somewhere outside the room you were in. You both laugh slightly, pressing your foreheads together.

“I can’t believe our first kiss was in an airport bathroom, whilst you’re wearing a ball gown”, you chuckle at the situation you found yourself in.

“Can I take you out?”, Alexia asks, “when we get home?”.

You lean in again, placing another kiss to her lips, pulling away before she could respond too much, “I thought you’d never ask”, you smile.

“You thought I was about to tell you I didn’t like you like that”, she teases you about your recent outburst of panic.

You roll your eyes at her but place one more kiss to her lips, “yeah, I’m never going to get over that”.

[lwwife]

BELLO JELLY. | alexia putellas

alexia putellas x reader

genre: minor fluff.

warnings: spanish!reader, stubborn and jealous alexia, middle wc, there is no difference between alexia and a child.

notes: done through this pool, and yes, it's short, i couldn't develop it because of several accumulated works :p

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Rule number one, never wear someone else's sweatshirt at your girlfriend's presence.

“ Look deep in my eyes, magic that I can't explain and don't even want to understand. ”

Delacruz

Eyes ponderous and almost hidden between your arms, resting on own knees. You were sitting on the couch watching any Australian entertainment program.

Two days after the victory over Zambia and with Spain almost qualified for the playoffs, your mind could not be less than rested.

You still had a long journey ahead, so you really appraise your moments of repose. Especially after a hard day of training.

The electronic sound of the hotel card being recognized at the door was already quite common. It was the fourth time that Putellas came down to the place just to acquire food for the two of you.

Today was another day to try Australian food.

You and Alexia have been together for a long time. So long that you might not even remember the first time you saw each other.

Common, in the public eye and mainly romantic; sublime and delightful. There was nothing wrong, or almost so.

❝ Querida, I'm here! ❞ Alexia hummed every syllable that left her lips. The hands full with more than four bags just showed how lengthy the dinner was going to last.

Your face turned ninety degrees, enough for you to look at your girlfriend and devotedly grin. ❝ Oh? This time it was faster. ❞

❝ Bién, there weren't that many people to take photos and the row was short. ❞ Alexia explained the routine to the mini-market, while delicately placing each bag on the table.

Seconds later, you could feel the spanish woman's warm arms wrap around your neck. Her nostrils gently meet your skin, accompanied by the lips that touched your dermis.

Alexia leaned a quick and endearing smooch on the crook of your neck, intending to gain your full attention.

❝ Now, can we spend the whole night eating and watching these Australian shows that I barely understand, mi amor? ❞ The midfielder muttered so close to your skin that the muffle coming from her chops was noticeable.

❝ Por supuesto, why not? ❞ Your words were affectionately thrown. A not so common silence fell in the air, Alexia had sunk her snout close to your skin, but also to your sweatshirt.

Such a jumper that, well, wasn't yours. In fact, it was from Ona, your best friend.

The aridity at the World Cup venue was unbalanced, meaning you didn't get used to it enough during the weeks. As a result, in today's training you came out sweating, but cold.

This proceed in you asking to borrow your longtime friend Batlle's casual white sweatshirt, preventing any problems.

And there was nothing wrong with that. Until Alexia noticed.

❝ Oye. ❞ Putellas gradually moved away from you.

❝ Hmm? ❞ There was nothing wrong, there was no reason to worry.

❝ That sweatshirt isn’t yours. ❞ Putellas said this as if she knew all of your clothes off the top of her head. ❝ And it's not your smell. ❞

Okay, she was right. It wasn't yours. ❝ It's from Ona. ❞ You said casually.

Your sweet gaze lifted so you could stare at Alexia's averted face. So high that your neck would probably hurt in a few minutes.

The spanish woman's biggest problem was that she didn't know whether to conceal an excruciating or covetous expression.

Eyes pursed, lips neutral but almost drawn to misery and, of course, a sudden spike of needy energy.

❝ Por qué? ❞ Alexia whispered, raising her shoulders.

❝ I got cold after training. ❞ And that was also true; Your immunity wasn't the best.

❝ Why didn’t you ask me? I had one too... ❞ The heed and affection that the player had for you was lovable.

❝ Because for some reason you left early. ❞ But this time it wasn't useful.

Alexia stood swaying, clear eyes looking at you. You could be sure she would be thinking of some more justification.

❝ I was... Hm. Bién, If it was just for the cold, why are you still using it? ❞ Putellas hunted for another reason.

You sighed, slowly this would become stressful, but it was also amusement; Alexia being overprotective was synonymous to affection.

Your neck returned to its original position, no longer facing your partner. ❝ It's comfortable. ❞ You uttered, hiding your alluring smirk. At the same time, you brought your nostrils closer to the sleeve of the sweatshirt. ❝ And it smells good. ❞

❝ Cállate. ❞ The spanish woman mumbled so quickly that it made you chuckle short.

Swiftly, Alexia moved away from you, past the sofa and finally reaching the knapsack. Your girlfriend's disappearance was the key for you to turn your whole body and observe her actions.

Putellas was rummaging through her own backpack looking for something.

Another hoodie.

❝ What are you doing? ❞ Genuinely, these words left your lips.

❝ Take it off. ❞ Alexia replied, grabbing her own black sweatshirt between her fingers.

The typical sly and authoritarian tone was adorable, as much as it allowed you to melt in love with her.

The spanish woman threw the black hoodie towards you, landing on your face; lacking in delicacy.

❝ Oye, joder! ❞ When you took the clothes off your face, Alexia was suddenly in front of you, arms crossed and waiting for something.

❝ Take off that hoodie and put on mine. ❞ She stated in a loving tone. ❝ Before the fragrance permeates you. ❞

❝ Por Dios, Alexia. Do not overstress at it. ❞ You complained about the other person’s useless and excessive concern. ❝ And if it stays in me, what’s the problem? ❞

Putellas closed her lips, just raising her own eyebrows; it was already a faithfully justified answer. ❝ Really? ❞

You huffed, raising your torso enough so that you could start removing the borrowed hoodie. The hands reached to the final edge of the garment, pulling it upwards.

Strands jumping up and messy, fingers slowly went to the hair; fixing it. ❝ Done. ❞

❝ Now use mine. ❞ Alexia sounded like a child envying other children.

At this point, there was no moral in arguing. Subconsciously, you understood her side very well. After all, if it were you, you would be the most careful with Alexia.

You respected the words that left Putellas' lips. Your partner's black hoodie was a little bigger than before, a little warm and mostly dominated by her perfume.

Flowers, the most fragrant flowers were from Alexia. Or maybe vanilla, chocolate? It didn't matter, you would recognize this fragrant odor from afar.

And the important thing now was that this smell would stay with you for a long time.

❝ Satisfied? ❞ You murmured, making fun of the woman's childish manner.

Alexia placed one of her hands on the top of the sofa, providing support so she could climb over the top and sit next to you.

❝ Perfecto. ❞ The spanish woman mumbled between the smallest breaths after such an attitude.

❝ Aren’t we going to cook your australian foods? ❞ You whispered, questioning the planning for the night.

You chuckle, gradually laying your head on Putellas' shoulder. The woman's dominant arm extended behind your body, hugging it.

Taking advantage of this attitude, the midfielder placed a smooch on the top of her head.

❝ I will wait for your body to absorb my fragance. ❞ Alexia reply briskly, without looking away from the television and steer by the sweet humorous tone. ❝ No quiero tener que olerte a ti y oler el aroma de otra persona. ❞ (I don't want to have to smell you and smell someone else's scent.)

Perverse giggles escaped your lips, catching the midfielder's attention. ❝ Dios, you are very jealous. ❞

❝ Oye, I'm not being jealous, just taking care of what's mine. ❞

[lwwife]

Family dinner · Alexia Putellas

Summary: alexia's wish to stay home wasn't fulfilled but she couldn't do anything about the cuddly mood she was in, this lead to the perfect opportunity for her sister to tease her about it

Based on this request :) MASTERLIST

You were finally able to enjoy a slow morning. Alexia’s schedule didn’t really allow you two to sleep in together in the weekends, she either had a training to attend or was held busy with different meetings and appointments. So, these moments were very appreciated, waking up without an alarm, in your lovers arms. You didn’t have anything planned today and decided to see what the day would bring you.

It didn’t take long before you felt your girlfriend stir behind you, a soft sigh escaping her lips before she slowly woke up. She must’ve felt you move when you reached out to your phone to see what time it was. The sun was peeking through the curtains, and you didn’t feel like going back to sleep because you didn’t want to waste a single moment of the free day you had with Alexia. Her arms were holding you firmly to her chest in a warm embrace, one you wouldn’t mind spending a few more hours in. ‘’Good morning.’’ She mumbled against the back of your head before placing a kiss. You returned the words and rubbed your hand over hers, waiting for her to fully wake up.

‘’Did you have a good sleep?’’ The blonde asked, you decided to turn around and face her instead. Her pouty lips were the first thing your eyes fell one once you turned around in her embrace and you couldn’t refrain yourself from leaving a small peck on them. ‘’I slept great.’’ You answered, trying to keep your laughter in as you remembered Alexia’s sleep talking. ‘’Hmm, what’s so funny?’’ She tiredly asked while she stretched her free arm before resting it around your shoulder. You shook your head and chuckled, ‘’You were sleep talking last night. You said something along the lines of pass the ball, Joder! (fuck)’’. The embarrassment was visible on the blonde’s face, she was fulfilling her job as a captain even when she asleep.

You two decided to lay down for another twenty minutes or so and continued talking about random things. Alexia hinted she was in the mood for some home-made pancakes, so she then basically commanded you to make them. It was her day as she said, and she was not holding back from eating everything she had been craving for the past week. It took Alexia a lot of energy to get out of the warm bed, whining while begging you to stay next to her. To be honest, she almost succeeded in convincing you, but you stood your ground and threw the covers off of your bodies. The cold air hit your skin while you made your way over to the bathroom to begin your morning routine. Alexia scrolled on her phone while she gave you your space, deciding to get up once you were done.

You suddenly heard a noise when you walked into the kitchen, seeing you had received a notification when your phone lit up. It was Alba, Alexia’s sister, who texted you to remind you of the dinner they were hosting at her mothers home later today. One of your hands made a way to your forehead, lightly slapping it because you totally forgot about it. Alexia told you last week that you were invited, but she had only shortly mentioned it. It seems that it had slipped out of both your minds. A sigh left your lips, you knew you were going to have to drag your girlfriend to her childhood home, remembering how she kept clinging on your arm just moments ago. She was in a lazy, cuddly mood. The weather was also contributing to it, grey clouds were visible in the sky and the small raindrops that hit your window didn’t go unheard.

‘’Want me to grab the ingredients?’’ You heard the blonde ask while she came to stand by your side, a bigger hand resting on your hip. She saw you put the phone down with a frown and you quickly nodded, ‘’Yes, please.’’ Alexia made her way to the fridge to grab some things out, and saw you were busy typing away on your phone once she stood back next to you again. She saw her sisters name on the screen and got curious.

No, we didn’t forget about it! We’ll be there :)

The blonde began to think after she read the last message you sent, her brains cracking while she tried to figure out who the we is and where they were going. You saw her looking in the corner of your eye and chuckled once you saw the expression on your face. ‘’The dinner? Remember?’’ You asked while starting to prepare the pancakes. Alexia’s eyes grew wide, and she let out a groan, in a very dramatic way. ‘’No, not today. We’re staying home. Okay, bebé?’’ She continued, pleading you to say yes while she slung her arms around you before placing kisses all over your face. You attempted to shrug her off of you, shaking your head as you began to whisk the pancake batter. ‘’Ale, do you really think I’m going to say no to your sister?’’ You laughed. ‘’It’s been a while since we’ve sat together, I’ve missed them.’’ You finished. It was true, this dinner had been on the planning for ages, and you have been wanting to catch up with your girlfriends family.

Alexia huffed, lips pouted as her eyes were focused on your hands, not really being able to be frustrated with you due to the fact that you were making a nice breakfast for her. She rolled her eyes at the thought of not spending the day with you alone, cuddled up on the couch and enjoying each other’s warmth. Maybe she was being childish, she thought, but quickly shrugged the thought away when she realized it was okay to be selfish sometimes. Just like now.  ‘’Oh, we need to stop by the flower shop.’’ You suddenly said, remembering the flowers Ale’s mother liked. ‘’And we need to get something for your sister as well.’’ Alexia let out a small groan, not as moody as before, but she was still upset at the change of plans. ‘’What about me?’’ She whined, while looking at you, waiting for an answer she’d be pleased with. ‘’You get your pancakes.’’

The morning went by pretty fast, and so did the rest of the day until it was time to prepare yourselves to leave for dinner. Both of you were dressed nice, but casual, knowing that you would be in the comfort of Alexia’s family home. You both got in the car, after a small complaining session of your girlfriend, and headed to buy some flowers first. Alexia decided to get a bottle of wine for her sister, so you went to another store to get that. You noticed how she was being clingier than usual, it was nothing strange, but it didn’t take you long before you realized she really wanted to stay home. A hand was rested on your thigh, frequently squeezing the flesh of your leg while the blonde held the wheel with her other hand. She gave you small glances every now and then, and hummed along the words of the song that was playing from the car speakers.

You were warmly greeted by Alexia’s family, her sister and mother had immediately engulfed you in a tight embrace and scolded the Barcelona player for arriving so late. It was just a few minutes, but you couldn’t help but laugh and nod, adding more fire to the fuel. Alexia didn’t care, though. She was too busy giving you heart eyes, a hand resting on your lower back in an attempt to keep you close to her. Alba nudged her older sister once you left their presence and followed their mother to the living room, ‘’Sis, are you okay?’’ She asked with a teasing smile on her face. ‘’I almost didn’t recognize you, where did your serious face go?’’ Alexia pushed her arm away, ‘’I don’t know what you’re talking about.’’ Was the only thing she replied before heading over to where you were seated, just like a lost puppy.

You had already taken place at the table with a drink in front of you while you waited for dinner to be served. Ale’s mother sat down momentarily to talk with you, catching up a bit before her daughters were going to storm in. And they did. Your girlfriend walked in a fast pace, her younger sister trailing behind her while keeping a laugh in. You smiled at the scene and wondered what had happened in the meantime.

Alexia returned the smile and sat down next to you, scooting her chair a bit closer to yours, leaving no space between your legs. Her sister took place in front of you and raised her eyebrows, fighting back to not say anything. You suddenly felt a warm hand hold yours, fingers intertwining under the table. You squeezed your lover’s hand before returning to the conversation you were having with Alba. Her sharp eyes noticed how the table cloth slightly moved and the sweet smile on Alexia’s face didn’t go unnoticed either. Ale had her chin propped on her free hand and her eyes were glancing at your lips, not having a clue what you were talking about because she was lost in her thoughts. The woman in front of you coughed and made your girlfriend stir at the sudden noise. They shortly made eye contact with each other, and Alexia gave her sister a stern look, shutting her up before she could make an embarrassing comment.

It didn’t take long before dinner was served, the aroma filled the room and the food that laid in front of you looked amazing. Ale’s touch had left yours a few minutes ago when she got up to wash her hands, right after you had washed yours. Alba got up at the same time and you saw the scene that you were laughing at, at the beginning of the night, unfold again. They both returned to their place while their mother filled everyone’s plate. The blonde next to you swiftly turned your way and placed a kiss on your forehead, ‘’You look so pretty, Amor.’’ Was what she mumbled, making you feel all mushy. You were a bit taken back by her openness at the dinner table but didn’t think anything of it. She was probably still in her cuddly mood.

You felt a blush creep on your cheeks when you saw Alba's gaze on you two, shaking her head at her sisters behaviour. She made a mental note to tease her sister about this, already invisioning Alexia's embarassed face and poor attempts to deny her clingy antics.

Everyone was enjoying their food and drinks, you were talking about the things that had happened since the last time you had seen each other. Alexia kept making you eat from her food, raising a fork to your mouth to taste whatever she was having. The women that were sat in front of you shared a look everytime the blonde next to you did something to get your attention. It was either offering you food, accidently nudging you with her arm or say something that would make you giggle. You noticed how Alexia's mother tried to shut her other daughter up everytime a teasing grin would grow on her face.

You were halfway done with your food and leaned back in your chair, slowly sipping on your drink. Alexia noticed your relaxed look and hesitated to make a move, having missed your touch. Her mother and sister were discussing something, so she took her chance. The blonde quickly wiped her lips clean with a paper towel once she saw your hand make its way to your fork, returning back to eat. She glanced at you before giving you a soft smile and leaned in to hold your face in her palm, kissing the tip of your nose before moving to your lips, pecking them. Alba couldn't refrain herself anymore and put her fork down while looking at her sister and groaned, "Oh, come on. Let the poor thing eat!"

[lwwife]

Swapsies — A.Putellas x Reader

You wake up in a panic.

The kind of panic that comes from realizing you and Alexia were definitely not watching Netflix until 2am like you promised yourselves. No. There were zero shows. Just a lot of kissing. A little dancing in the kitchen. And then… Well, let’s just say the couch is never going to look at you two the same way again.

Now the sun is way too high in the sky, and both of you are tangled in sheets, limbs, and disaster.

“Mierda,” Alexia mumbles, hair a complete mess from how many times your hands had been in it last night: angled, tousled, and very much the result of non-sleep-related activities. “I have that meeting at the foundation.”

“And I’m late for my first day at the new school,” you groan, pulling on pants backwards and realizing only after you’ve buttoned them.

Chaos becomes teamwork. You pass her a hoodie while brushing your teeth. She hands you a banana with her mouth still full of toothpaste. Somehow, two lunch boxes make it into two bags and kisses are exchanged like a panicked currency.

“I love you!”

“Don’t die!”

And you both vanish into the day.

You’re halfway through your substitute teaching gig, taking a small food break when you realize: something’s wrong.

This isn’t your lunch.

You open the container expecting your sad, weird combo of a PB&J sandwich, half a granola bar, and the cookie you accidentally sat on last night during “couch activities.” Instead, you’re staring at a perfectly arranged, macro-balanced meal of grilled salmon, quinoa, avocado, and steamed broccoli. There’s even a tiny tupperware of tahini dressing.

You’ve made a terrible mistake.

Across town, Alexia is chewing on your sandwich like it personally offended her.

The granola bar crumbles in her hand. The cookie is fused to its wrapper in a way that feels disrespectful. By 11:30, she’s in a boardroom, smiling politely while her stomach growls loud enough to register on nearby seismographs. One of the interns glances under the table like a small animal might be loose.

Alexia excuses herself with the calmness of someone about to rob a bank.

The school receptionist doesn’t even question her. Just blinks twice as Alexia, hair in a bun, hoodie half-zipped, marches through the door like she owns the place.

She’s almost made it to the staff room when it happens.

“OH MY GOD.”

Three kids spot her first.

Then five more.

Then ten.

Suddenly, she’s swarmed.

“ALEXIA PUTELLAS?!”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

“Are you a substitute now? Is it for P.E.?!”

“Can I touch your hair?!”

“Do you live in Messi’s old house?!”

Before she can say a single word, one kid is hugging her leg. Another is already climbing her back like she’s a jungle gym. A small girl with sparkly glasses hands her a crayon drawing of “Alexia and a lion fighting crime.” A boy in a Spider-Man T-shirt asks if her knees “make robot sounds when she runs.”

Someone gives her a juice box.

Someone else tries to trade her a Pokémon card for “one goal in a real match.”

She’s signing a notebook when a group drags her to the gym for an impromptu penalty shootout using a foam ball and a laundry basket as a goal.

“Play fair!” one girl yells. “You’re a world champion, not a cheater!”

Alexia raises her hands in surrender. “I’m just trying to eat!”

They don’t care. She’s theirs now.

By the time she finally finds you, she looks like she’s survived a toddler uprising. Her hoodie is covered in stickers. There’s glitter on her face. A “Be Kind” badge has been clipped to her chest, crooked.

You’re sitting in the cafeteria, already smirking, watching her approach. You know what’s coming. Alexia, with her signature determined look, angling straight for your lunch, ready to reclaim her stolen meal. She’s probably plotting her usual move to swipe it from right under your nose.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say, leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed, making sure to place her lunch in front of you like a prized possession.

“They mobbed me,” she says, eyes wide. “I got tackled. Tackled. I played an entire match and didn’t get this bruised.”

You raise an eyebrow, trying to suppress a grin. “Did you win?”

She looks down at her foam ball trophy with marker scribbles and shrugs. “Barely.”

You chuckle. “You’re always so dramatic.”

She raises an eyebrow back, giving you a pointed look. “I’m not the one who stole food.”

You’re about to respond when she makes her move. She shifts toward your lunch, clearly intent on getting back the meal you “borrowed” from her. You brace the usual swift maneuver, but instead of snatching your food, she pulls out another lunchbox, a second one, and slides it in front of you with a grin.

“You’re not the only one who can play the food game,” she says. “I figured you might need something healthier today.”

You stare at the neatly packed lunch: grilled chicken, roasted veggies, quinoa, and hummus. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

“You’re a sneaky one,” you say, shaking your head in amusement.

She smirks, sitting down next to you. “Just making sure you actually eat something that won’t leave you starving in an hour.”

You look at the meal in front of you and then back at her. “This is way too nice for me.”

“Yeah, well,” she shrugs, picking at her own lunch with a satisfied look, “you’ve earned it.”

You lean over, kiss her, glitter and all, because even after a chaotic morning, she’s found a way to take care of you.

And somehow, she still looks like she could score a hat trick right after.

[lwwife]

TikTok dance

Alexia Putellas x reader

Word count: Around 3.1k

Warning: none, reader being dramatic.

Summary: Alexia betrayed you by doing her first TikTok dance with her teammates and not with you.

It had been a long, exhausting day filled with back-to-back Zoom meetings, emails, deadlines, and your poor coffee machine working overtime.

The only thing keeping you sane was knowing that your girlfriend, Alexia, had a big game tonight—Barcelona vs Wolfsburg. Quarter-finals of the Champions League. A game she’d been preparing for all week.

You were supposed to be at the stadium, cheering for her like you always did. But work dragged you down, and guilt ate away at you as you sat on the couch, laptop still open, papers scattered around, and the match playing on the big screen.

You couldn’t help but clap like the proudest girlfriend every time she got a touch on the ball. And when she set up Claudia’s goal with that stunning pass, you actually screamed. Watching her celebrate, so full of joy and light, made your heart swell—she looked absolutely radiant.

And when the final whistle blew and Barça won 6–1, you jumped on the couch, yelling, “Vamos!” to an empty living room. The team had done it—they were heading to the semi-finals.

Once the excitement from the game and Barça’s win finally settled, you wrapped up the last bits of work, closed your laptop, and let yourself relax.

You lay back with your phone in hand, scrolling through TikTok like you did every night, just counting down the moments until Alexia got home from the match.

But tonight, you hadn’t expected to stumble across what you did.

It was a video posted by Vicky—a dance TikTok. At first, your face lit up when you saw Alexia in it.

Until it hit you.

She was in it. Dancing.

You watched the video once. Then again. And again. There she was, front and center, with Vicky, Salma, and Jana. Laughing. Doing some trendy TikTok dance.

You couldn’t believe it—you’d been begging her to do a TikTok dance with you for three years. Three. Years. And every time you asked?

“No puedo bailar, mi amor” (I can’t dance, my love)

“Me da vergüenza” (It embarrasses me)

“Eso no es para mí” (That’s not for me)

You’d tried everything—pulling out the puppy dog eyes, bargaining with her, even promising to do her chores for a week or give her foot rubs after training.

Still, it was always the same answer: no.

And yet, here she was, pulling off dance moves like some kind of TikTok influencer in a Barça kit.

You stared at the screen, feeling betrayed on a whole new level. As you scrolled through the comments, it was no surprise they were all about Alexia being in the TikTok—people joking if she’d lost a bet or wondering how Jana, Vicky, and Salma had managed to convince her to do it.

Yeah, exactly how did they talk her into that? You’d spent three years trying and never once succeeded.

“She’s definitely going to regret not doing her first TikTok dance with me” you thought bitterly, as you kept watching the video over and over again.

——

She came home an hour later, just as you were in the kitchen fixing yourself a snack. She never usually took this long, but you couldn’t help feeling bitter, assuming she must’ve been too busy making TikToks, which explained why it took her so long.

She walked in wearing her oversized coat, her hair still slightly damp from the post-game shower, holding her bag, and sporting the brightest smile you’d ever seen.

“Ganamos, mi amor!” she said happily, tossing her bag down and practically skipping toward you, her face lighting up with the kind of happiness only a big win could bring. (We won, my love!)

You looked up at her, giving a brief nod. “I know, I saw” you replied, your tone laced with disinterest.

“¿Todo bien?” she asked, her voice filled with concern. Usually, after a game, you’d be all over her, jumping into her arms and showering her with kisses. But tonight, you barely reacted. (Everything okay?)

You nodded, taking a bite of your sandwich as you turned toward the kitchen table, sitting down with your back to her.

Alexia paused, her brow furrowing as she watched you, sensing something was off. She slowly made her way over to the table and sat beside you, her arm reaching out to rest gently on your shoulder.

Her fingers brushed the fabric of your shirt, and she let out a soft sigh, her eyes searching yours for any sign of what was wrong.

You remained silent, struggling to maintain a neutral expression, which was nearly impossible with her so close, her face hovering near yours as she waited for you to say something.

But you didn’t.

Just as she was about to speak, her phone rang, cutting through the tension. She swiftly stood up and walked over to her bag, where her phone was, then turned to you.

“Ya vuelvo” she said gently. (I’ll be right back)

You watched as she walked off to the living room, sitting on the couch, her voice carrying through the apartment as she answered the call.

You could hear the excitement in her mom’s voice, then her sister’s, congratulating her on the big win. It wasn’t long before a few friends called, each one more enthusiastic than the last.

You heard snippets of conversation from where you sat. “Gracias, sí fue increíble”, “Estoy tan feliz”, as she bounced from one congratulatory call to the next, and you couldn’t help but smile a little; you were still incredibly proud of her for the win. (Thanks, yes, it was incredible) (I’m so happy)

After a while, she slipped into the bedroom to change. Still determined to keep your silence, you made your way over to the couch and sat down, arms crossed and expression unreadable.

About twenty minutes later, she came out of the bedroom wearing her comfiest hoodie and pajama shorts, the light smell of vanilla lotion in the air as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting.

She plopped down next to you with a happy sigh, her head resting on your shoulder as she leaned in for a kiss on your neck.

You pulled away just slightly, avoiding her touch.

She froze, her lips just inches from your skin. She blinked, confusion clouding her expression. “¿Qué pasa? Estás bien?” (What’s going on? Are you okay?)

You said nothing, grabbing the blanket from the edge of the couch and wrapping it around yourself. You kept your eyes glued to the TV, refusing to make eye contact.

“Espera… estás enojada?” she asked, her voice full of concern and genuine confusion. (Wait… are you mad?)

You didn’t respond.

She leaned forward, her brow furrowing deeper. “Y/N Estás enojada conmigo? ” she asked once again, poking your cheek playfully, trying to get you to break. (Y/N are you mad at me?)

“I don’t know, did you do something to make me mad?” you replied, finally talking to her and turning your head just slightly to meet her gaze. “Because if you did, then I’m mad. But if you didn’t, then I’m not”

“But I did not do anything!” Alexia protested, throwing her hands up in the air dramatically, her eyes wide with confusion. “Me estás ignorando, ni siquiera quieres besarme, y ahora estás actuando como si hubiera hecho algo terrible. (You’re ignoring me, you won’t even kiss me, and now you’re acting like I’ve done something terrible!)

You just stared at her, not even giving her a slight smile.

She leaned in a little more, her expression laced with genuine concern, you could see the frustration starting to show in her eyes.

“Qué pasó? Qué hice mal?” she asked, sounding almost desperate for an explanation. (What happened? What did I do wrong?)

You let out a sigh and slowly reached for your phone, which was resting on the coffee table. You opened TikTok without saying a word, your fingers moving with purpose as you look for Vicky’s account.

Alexia’s eyes followed your every movement, but she didn’t say anything, just watching you silently, waiting for you to speak.

Finally, you found the video you were looking for. You clicked it, letting the sound play, and turned the phone toward her.

Alexia blinked, her gaze narrowing as she watched the video of her dancing with Vicky, Salma, and Jana, all in their Barça kits, doing a silly TikTok dance.

“Oh” she said quietly, her cheeks flushing as she realized what you were showing her. “Sí, ya sé… Hice un TikTok… Te gusta?” she asked, her tone more sheepish now. (Oh, yeah… I did a TikTok… Do you like it?)

You stared at her for a long moment before responding, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Did I like it?” you repeated, your voice laced with disbelief. “Seriously, Alexia? I mean, yeah, you look pretty adorable, and I didn’t know you had those dance moves in you…” You trailed off, letting the words hang in the air, but your eyes never left hers.

She shifted uncomfortably “So, what is the problem? You like it, no?” she asked, her voice quiet.

“Oh, the problem?” you scoffed, throwing your hands up in the air, letting out a frustrated laugh. “The problem is, I’ve been begging you for THREE YEARS to do a TikTok with me, and every single time, you refused! You said you couldn’t dance, that you didn’t want to do it, that you weren’t into it… And now you’re out here doing it with your teammates like you’re a TikTok influencer, looking like you’ve been practicing for weeks!”

“But… they begged me! They really wanted me to do it with them!” Alexia quickly defended herself, her eyes wide in a mix of amusement and guilt.

“You don’t think I’ve begged?” you said, raising an eyebrow at her. “I practically bribed you! Spent hours talking you into doing it, offering you all kinds of things, and I even made an entire PowerPoint presentation to convince you!”

Her lips twitched, like she was trying not to laugh. “El PowerPoint estuvo bien” she said, a soft chuckle escaping her. (The PowerPoint was good)

“This isn’t funny, Alexia” you said, your voice taking on a faux-serious tone, but it was clear you weren’t entirely amused.

She sighed dramatically, reaching for your hand, but you quickly pulled it away.

“Estás enojada conmigo por un TikTok?” she said, eyes wide with disbelief. (You’re mad at me over a TikTok?)

“Yes! I’m mad at you for betraying me!” you snapped, throwing your hands up in frustration. “For pretending you couldn’t dance! For saying it was too embarrassing! And then you turn around and dance like Beyoncé in a locker room! What the hell?”

“Fue por el momento, estaban todas tan felices… no podía decir que no” She groaned, lying back against the couch dramatically, as though she were the one who had been wronged. (It was the moment, everyone was so happy… I couldn’t say no.)

“And you couldn’t say no to them, but you could say no to me?” You shot her a glare.

She opened her mouth, but before she could answer, you stood up from the couch.

“Adónde vas?” she asked, confused, her eyes following your every move. (Where are you going?)

“To bed” you said, pretending to be more hurt than you actually were.

Alexia quickly got up and followed you, looking like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

You slipped under the covers, turning your back to her, still set on giving her the silent treatment. She lay down behind you, attempting to wrap an arm around you, but you shifted out of her reach, leaving her pouting quietly in the dark.

“De verdad estás tan enojada?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. (Are you really that mad?)

“Three years, Alexia” you reminded her, your voice quieter now but still carrying the weight of your frustration.

Silence settled between you two for a moment. You could feel her hesitation.

“Vale, dime qué puedo hacer para que me perdones” She finally broke the silence, trying to bargain with you. (Alright, just tell me what I can do to make it up to you)

You turned slightly, giving her a look. “Do a TikTok dance with me” you said simply, but with a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“No” She immediately shot it down.

“No?” You blinked, taken aback.

“Mi amor…” she started, but you cut her off, raising an eyebrow. (My love…)

“No?” you repeated, now sitting up in bed, fully facing her.

She sighed, running her hands through her hair. “Es que me da tanta vergüenza contigo…” she muttered, sitting up too, looking a little ashamed. (It’s just that I get so embarrassed with you)

You stared at her incredulously. “So let me get this straight. You’re fine doing it with Vicky, Salma, and Jana. But me, your girlfriend, the love of your life, your soulmate, the person who listens to you snore and sees you do a bunch of embarrassing stuff—it’s embarrassing?”

Alexia rubbed her temples, clearly frustrated. “No es eso, solo… ugh!” she groaned, clearly struggling to explain herself. (It’s not that, just… ugh!)

“Goodnight, Alexia” You scoffed, laying back down on the bed, turning away from her again.

“Esto es ridículo” She huffed, exasperated. (This is ridiculous)

You didn’t say a word, instead lying on your side with your back turned. You could feel her trying to spoon you again, but this time, you let her. You still ignored her, though.

She scooted closer, her lips brushing against your skin as she whispered sweet nothing to you in Spanish.

“Por favor, mi amor… te extrañé esta noche. Háblame” she whispered softly. (Please, my love… I missed you tonight. Talk to me)

You said nothing, eyes fixed on the wall, your silence loud enough to make her sigh.

“No me ignores, cariño…” she murmured, trying again, voice more desperate now. “Sabes que no me gusta cuando estás así conmigo” (Don’t ignore me, baby… You know I hate it when you’re like this with me)

Still, you didn’t move, and the only answer she got was the steady rhythm of your breathing.

She groaned softly and buried her face in the pillow beside you.

“Esto es peor que perder un partido,” she muttered to herself. (This is worse than losing a match)

After about five minutes of silence, she sighed heavily, her voice barely audible in the dark.

“Fine. I’ll do a TikTok” she muttered, clearly defeated.

“Really?” You turned slowly, eyes wide in disbelief.

She sighed again, long and drawn out. “Sí”

With that, you let out an excited scream and launched yourself at her, beaming like a kid on Christmas morning as you peppered her face with kisses.

Alexia laughed, clearly pleased with the attention you were finally giving her, and slipped her arms around your waist, holding you firmly against her as if she never wanted you to move.

“Tengo el presentimiento de que me voy a arrepentir de esto” Alexia muttered as you pulled away, though there was a playful glint in her eyes. (I’ve got a feeling I’m going to regret this)

“Yep! I’ve already got a whole list of TikToks saved and that we can do” you said excitedly. “We’re starting first thing tomorrow!”

Alexia let out a groan and buried her face in the pillow, already dreading tomorrow.

“Oh, and one more thing…” you murmured, leaning in to press your lips gently to Alexia’s. The kiss was soft and slow, lingering just long enough to make her forget the impending doom of TikTok dances. When you pulled back, your eyes were warm.

“Congratulations on your win, baby. I’m so proud of you” you told her softly, putting your hand on her cheek and caressing it softly.

A shy blush crept up her cheeks as she whispered a soft, “thank you” before tugging you into another kiss, this one shorter but just as sweet.

You pulled back just enough to flash her a playful grin. “My soon-to-be TikTok queen” you teased softly against her lips, that familiar sparkle of mischief dancing in your eyes.

“No puedo creer que haya aceptado esto” she murmured against your lips, her words barely audible before she pulled you back into a deep kiss, her hands wandering as you both got lost in the moment. (I can’t believe I agreed to this)

——

“Rise and shine, TikTok star!” you chirped the next morning, bursting into the bedroom with a grin, finding Alexia still buried under the covers fast asleep.

Already dressed and holding your phone, you flung open the curtains, letting the sunlight flood the room. The sudden brightness made Alexia groan loudly from underneath the covers.

“Nooo…” she mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around her body.

“Yes!” you said, grinning, and before she could react, you jumped on top of her. Alexia groaned again, her face buried in the pillow.

“Five more minutes, mi amor” she mumbled, her voice muffled. “It’s my day off, let me sleep” She tried to push you off, but you clung to her.

“Nope. We’ve got dances to practice, outfit changes—I’m thinking we do a dance in Barça gear. Really bring in the audience” you said with a grin, your excitement uncontainable.

She groaned dramatically, her eyes narrowing at you with mock annoyance. “¿Por qué me castigas así? It’s too early for TikTok” she muttered, still half-asleep. (Why do you punish me like this)

You leaned down and kissed her cheek, your lips brushing softly against her skin. “Remember when you woke me up at 5 in the morning so you could teach me how to play football? Yeah,me too, now you’re going to wake up early and dance with me. It’s only fair” You said it matter-of-factly.

“Plus” you added with a mischievous smile, “you love me, so you’re going to get up now and do it”

She squinted up at you, her face serious but with a hint of reluctance. “Demasiado” (Too much)

You winked and pointed your phone at her. “Say that to the camera” you teased before planting a quick peck on her lips and jumping off the bed, leaving the bedroom.

Later that day, you posted the TikTok to your account, and within hours, it went viral within the community.

The video showed you and Alexia dancing to some trendy music, her movements surprisingly smooth and on beat, with moves you’d never seen from her before. She was killing it, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how good she was. You paired it with a caption that said:

“Three years I begged… and then she did one with her teammates. So here we are. #Finally #PutellasCanDance #LaReinaDelFútbolYDelTikTok”

The comments flooded in quickly.

@/salmaparalluelo: “La entrené bien” (I trained her well)

@/vickylopez: “Esto es lo mejor que he visto en todo el año” (This is the best thing I’ve seen all year)

@/fcbarcelona: “TikTok collab when?”

And your favorite, of course:

@/alexiaputellas: “Lo que hago por amor…” (What I do for love…)

You couldn’t help but smile as you showed Alexia the comments “Look at all this attention! You’re a TikTok sensation now” you teased, your voice dripping with playful excitement.

Alexia let out an exaggerated sigh as she read the comments. “Genial, ahora sé lo que haré cuando me retire del fútbol” She teased, gazing at you with a blend of amusement and slight embarrassment, fighting back a smile as you chuckled at her joke. (Great, now I know what I’ll be doing once I retire from football)

“Do another one with me?” you asked sweetly, your tone genuine but teasing.

She stared at you for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to resist. You shot her your best puppy-dog eyes.

“Solo si no tiene body rolls” she said finally, her face softening, a little smile tugging at the corners of her lips. (Only if it doesn’t have body rolls)

You immediately cheered, practically jumping up and down on the couch. “Yes!” you exclaimed, and before she could react, you pulled her into a kiss, your lips lingering on hers as you muttered “thank you” against her mouth.

“You’re definitely going to be TikTok famous” you said, laughing softly against her lips.

FIN

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@silentwolfsstuff @bentleywolf29 @simp4panos

[lwwife]

Rock Paper Scissors (Alexia x Reader)

Part Three of Quite The Catch (Part 2 'Alexia's Property') - 2k words - idea

“No.”.

“Si.”.

Alexia and you are supposed to meet the team in 15 minutes at one of the local clubs, where you all would be celebrating your birthday together. And to be fair, you would have been long ready to leave by now if it wasn’t for Alexia putting a stop to you getting ready as you were about to put on a blouse just to hold the shirt out, which the team gifted you earlier, for you to put on.

“Alexia, I’m not going to put a shirt on which says that I’m ‘Alexia’s Property’ in a club.”, you point out to her, trying to grab the blouse from her grasp. You were slowly running out of patience, the time for the meet up was creeping closer and here you were, half-dressed having a back and forth with your girlfriend over a t-shirt.

“But it would fit your outfit perfectly!”, she tries to convince you, pulling the blouse further away from your grasp and into the back of her pants to hold out the shirt for you once again.

“Alexia, it wouldn’t. In fact, it would look ridiculous.”.

“Mi amor, it would. Plus, maybe then people will finally get the hint to leave you alone.”, your girlfriend grumbles, the last part barely loud enough for you to catch. 

You let out a soft sight at your girlfriend's jealousy, moving closer to her to pull her into you, which the woman immediately accepts, “You know you have nothing to be jealous of, right? You’re the only person for me.”, you console her, snaking your arms around her. 

“But they don’t know that.”, she pouts, holding you a bit tighter.

While pressing a light kiss to her lips to make the pout disappear, you sneakily try to grab your blouse from where she tucked it into the back of her pants. As Alexia notices what you’re doing, her hands immediately fly to your arms, “Nope.”. 

“Alexia, come on, where are already late.”, you whine out, desperate to finally get out. 

Your girlfriend slides her hands down your arms until she has your hands in hers, pressing a small kiss on each hand before putting the t-shirt in one of your hands.

“Alright”, you give in before another idea pops into your mind, ”Rock paper scissors, best of three. If you win, I will wear it and if I win I can wear my blouse, and you will never mention this shirt ever again, deal?”. Sure, rock paper scissors might not be the best way to solve this, but you know how stubborn your girlfriend is, so letting a game decide seems like your only chance to still somewhat not having to wear the ridiculous shirt. 

“Deal.”, your girlfriend agrees, a confident smirk on her face as she holds her hand out for you to shake. 

The confident smirk on her face slightly pisses you off, how can she be so confident in a game where mostly luck decides? 

After placing the shirt on the bed to shortly accept her hand, you immediately get your hand ready in front of you, “Ready?”.

“Si, ready to win.”. 

You roll your eyes at her cockiness, to which she just winks at you, “Whatever.”, you mumble, “Rock Paper Scissors!”.

Scissors - Paper

“Yes!”, you yell out, fist bumping the air.

“Cálmate, amor, best of three, remember?”, your girlfriend replies calmly, not bothered that the first round went in your favor.

Humming in agreement, you get ready for the second round, although already feeling slightly confident that you could end the debate right now, “Rock Paper Scissors!”.

Rock - Paper

Unlike you, Alexia doesn’t celebrate the win of the round loudly, simply sending you a wink before getting ready for the last round. While Alexia seems to be completely calm, you start to get slightly nervous. Are you really about to wear a shirt to the club claiming that you are your girlfriend's property, with lots of people to see it? The amount of teasing you would get from your teammates already sending a light shiver down your spine.

“Ready?”, Alexia asks you, waiting for you to nod before continuing, “piedra papel o tijera”.

Scissors - Rock

A bright grin takes over your girlfriend's face while you are still somewhat in shock over having to wear that shirt, “Here, mi amor. I’m waiting for you at the door.”, the Spanish woman says, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek while pressing the shirt into your hands and to top it off, even sending you a wink as she leaves your shared bedroom.  

Pulling the shirt over your head, you quietly grumble to yourself, “Should have done the best of one instead.”. Checking yourself in the mirror once more, you let out a quiet sigh, the words ‘Alexia’s Property’ on your shirt can’t be missed in any way. Pulling a light jacket on for the way to the bar, you quickly make your way to the front of the apartment where your girlfriend was already waiting for you, “You look amazing mi amor.”, she compliments, reaching for your hand to press a small kiss on it. 

Although you were slightly unhappy with having to wear the shirt, the way she said her compliment with no teasing but only admiration and honesty makes you blush, “Thank you.”. 

“Ready to go?”.

“Si.”.

With that you two leave the apartment hand in hand, making your way through the streets to go to the club, arriving there 15 minutes later than what was originally planned within the group earlier this day.

“Look who finally made it!”.

The whole team starts to clap once their eyes fall on the two of you walking over to them. Alexia joins in on their teasing and bows lightly, making you chuckle at the behavior of your teammates and girlfriend. Some quick hugs are exchanged in greeting, when Mapi points out the shirt you’re wearing, “¡Imposible! Are you really wearing the shirt?”, the defender laughs. 

Immediately all eyes were on you, and the annoyed look on your face mixed with the blush from the attention from everyone is enough to send some of your teammates into laughter, joining the defender who, at this point, is clutching her stomach. Your older teammates at least tried to stifle their laughter, although the sight of Mapi almost on the floor from amusement sends them into laughter too.

You cross your arms in front of your chest, “You all suck.”. 

“Sorry, mi amor, but you do look amazing in it.”, your girlfriend says, whispering the last part in your ear as she uncrosses your arms and pulls you into her. 

“Shall we go in?”.

At the sounds of agreement from everyone, you break away from your girlfriend and join your friends at the door, Alexia lets out a small chuckle while following behind, your ‘annoyed behavior’ once more over toned by the light blush on your cheeks from her compliment.

Once everyone was inside the party immediately started, drinks were being bought while some of you were already on the dance floor, dancing the night away with your friends is exactly what you were longing for after all the tough games lately.

And to be fair the T-Shirt does work, throughout the night there were some people trying to make their way over to you but once the printing on your t-shirt was visible anyone backed off, at least that’s what Alexia thought.

Your girlfriend was satisfied with the way everyone backed off of you, happy that something finally seemed to work to get people to leave you alone, until this one woman approaches you.  There was no way she didn’t see the print on your shirt as she approached you from the front of you. Was she really that blind? Did she simply not care? 

Alexia lets out a frustrated huff, sinking further into the back of the booth she was sitting in with some of your teammates who wanted a small break from dancing. 

“What's wrong, Ale?”, Caro asks her friend, confused by what could have turned her mood around so quickly.

“The shirt isn’t working.”, she grumbles, taking a rather aggressive sip from her drink in front of her before her eyes scan the dance floor to where you were just moments ago. But as her eyes can’t seem to find you, she sits up, scanning the room until she finally finds you, making her eyes roll. There you are with the mysterious woman at the bar, chatting happily away while drinking a cocktail. 

Caro looks to where her captain's eyes were set, seeing you chatting with a woman, “They are just talking, you know there is no way something would happen. You two are clearly too much in love with each other.”.

Your girlfriend nods her head at her friend's words, she knew she was right, but that doesn’t change the fact that she hates how everyone is always drawn to you, “I know, but I really thought I finally found something that works. Everyone else respected the shirt, except for her.”, she grumbles upset, sending glares into the side of the head from the woman you were still chatting with. And as if the woman can feel the glares send her way she turns her head and meets the eyes of your girlfriend, who squints her eyes at the woman, mustering up the meanest glare she can. 

“So I guess that’s Alexia?”, the woman you’re talking to asks you, motioning her head to where your girlfriend is sitting across the room. 

Turning your head to look at where she was motioning to, you can see your girlfriend clearly annoyed sending glares to the woman in front of you, not even noticing that you are looking at her, “Yep, that’s her.”.

“Just ignore her, she can get a bit jealous and possessive.”, you say, turning your attention to the drink in front of you.

“Oh really? I couldn’t tell.”, she says jokingly, nodding to the print on your shirt, sending you both into a round of chuckles.

Alexia’s frown deepens at the sight of you laughing with the woman in front of you, unknown to the fact that she actually is an old friend of yours from school and is married herself already. As she notices you two hugging goodbye and you making your way over to where she is sitting in the booth, she quickly turns her head away. Trying to act as if she hasn’t stared at you two the entire time. 

“Hey there love.”, you greet her while sitting down next to her, pressing a small kiss to her cheek. 

Your girlfriend has another idea though as she pulls you into a deep kiss until air becomes an issue, “Hola mi amor.”.

“Are you having fun love?”.

Alexia nods her head in confirmation, but the slight frown on her face tells you otherwise, “Are you sure, you are frowning a little?”.

The midfielder runs her fingers across the print of your shirt, “The shirt didn’t work.”, she mumbles. 

A soft smile takes over your face at her words, of course you weren’t really that happy with the way she was sending glares to your friend or how jealous she can sometimes get, but the defeated tone makes you forget all that, “It did work? Didn’t you see how everyone suddenly scurried away?”, you ask her, taking the hand that was tracing your shirt into your own.

“I did see it, but the one woman apparently didn’t get the hint.”, she grumbles, lacing her fingers with yours. 

“She did, she is an old friend from school whom I lost touch with, plus she is married.”, you explain to her. 

Her face almost instantly lights up at your words,”So it did work?”, she asks you excitedly, pressing small kisses on your knuckles. 

You laugh at her reaction, “Yes it did.”.

She playfully fist bumps the air in success, pretty much like you earlier, sending you in another round of laughter, “You are so silly sometimes.”.

“Only with you mi amor.”, she winks, pulling you into a soft kiss, “But you know that you have to wear the shirt now every time we go out hm?”.

“Nope, no way.”, you say, trying to escape from the booth, but your girlfriend pulls you into her, forcing you to look at her, a teasing grin on her face.

“Rock Paper Scissors?”.

[lwwife]

'Alexia's Property' (Alexia x Reader)

Part two of Quite the Catch and thank you for the idea!

Running into the empty locker room, you quickly put on your cleats before running out on the field, where training has already started.

"Look who made it to training." Mapi says quietly when she spots you jogging over to where all the girls were standing listening to the plan of what is done at today's training.

Alexia, who heard what Mapi said, turns her head around to see you jogging over to where she is standing, a teasing grin forming on her face. When arriving, you notice her teasing grin to which you give her a light shove, muttering, "Don't.", which makes the midfielder let out a quiet laugh.

She had left your shared apartment earlier this morning while you were still asleep due to having a media appointment, which also led you to being late now as no one was there to wake you up after sleeping through your alarm.

After the plan was talked through and everyone got told where they had to go, the team got into little groups to start their drills. Walking over to where you would start your training today, you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, turning your head you see Mapi being the one, "So what made you late?" she asks you.

"I didn't hear my alarm this morning." you answer her, taking a glimpse towards her after you notice a smirk on her face, "What?".

"I mean if those marks on your neck are from yesterday then I'm not surprised you haven't heard the alarm.", she says, the smirk growing when your hand quickly flies up to your neck.

You and Alexia had a date the night prior where one of the waitresses started to flirt with you, leading to a rather long night with your girlfriend and with you already waking up late this morning you totally forgot to check for the potential marks your girlfriend left behind.

The panicked look in your eyes makes Mapi laugh, "Is it bad?", you asked her in hope that it's not as bad as you think it might be.

"Not that bad, you know just a bit here, here, here and he-.", she starts while pointing to different parts of your neck before you interrupt her, "Okay, I get it, it's bad!", you hiss out, annoyed at yourself for being late and not being able to cover the countless hickeys scattered across your neck.

Looking across the field, trying to ignore Mapis laugh, who is clearly enjoying the situation way too much, you catch the eyes of your girlfriend, who has a huge smirk on her face, having witnessed yours and Mapis encounter.

Rolling your eyes at her, you focus back on training, hoping that no one else would comment on the state of your neck for the rest of the training.

____

After a successful training session, you all huddle together one more time at the end to listen to the ending words of the trainer before they leave and training is officially over.

"Damn Alexia, you couldn't have marked her any more than that huh?", Patri speaks upcoming closer to you to inspect your neck, pushing her softly back a little.

"Maybe people get the message now that our Y/N here is off the market.", Claudia being the one speaking up this time, "Okay, can we stop this now? I'm sure we should all get ready now since we agreed on going to the men's game tonight.", you speak up, hoping to break up the conversation.

Hearing some agreements in the group that it probably would be smart to go home to get ready for later, you all make your way towards then tunnel, when you feel the hand of your girlfriend landing on your lower back.

"Stop looking so smug, Putellas.", you tell her, causing her to let out the laugh you love so much.

____

Arriving at the stadium later that day, you and the girls all take your seat, ready to enjoy a night of football.

When half-time came your girlfriend and some of the other girls went to get some drinks, when you feel someone stumbling into you from behind, your shirt getting a bit wet on the shoulder.

Standing up from your seat in surprise, you turn around where you are met with a woman your age who quickly starts apologizing, "Lo siento, I lost my footing and kind of tumbled into you, which caused some water to spill on you.".

Offering a smile you try to calm her down, "It's fine, don't worry about it, it's just water.", noticing that you are not upset about the situation she lets out a relieved sigh, before her eyes scan over your face and body.

"You know, maybe I could buy you a drink as an apology sometime?", she asks with a smile, her eyes scanning over your body a second longer before she meets your eyes.

Letting out an awkward chuckle you start talking, "I'm sorry but I-" "Here is your drink mi amor.", Alexia interrupts handing you your drink, while pressing a short kiss to one of the hickeys on your neck, sending the woman a sharp look after.

The woman muttering a quick, "Sorry.", before leaving to probably go to her seats.

Turning to look at your girlfriend, you notice the annoyed look on her face, wondering "Really? Even with hickeys on your neck, people still flirt with you? What do I have to do?", you two, sitting down while she talks.

"Get her a shirt that says 'Alexia's Property'.", Mapi speaks up as if it's the most normal thing to do.

"No, don't get me that shirt.", you say when you notice your girlfriend actually thinking about the words one of her best friend's just spoke.

After just staring into each other eyes for a moment, holding a daring stare, she lets out a sigh after a minute before agreeing, "Fine, I won't." also muttering something under her breath you can't really catch.

"Good, and thank you for the drink, love.", you thank her, pressing a short kiss on her lips after, causing a smile to form on Alexia's face again.

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A few months later your birthday came around, spending a nice morning with your girlfriend before making your way to training together, where the girls all started singing Happy Birthday as soon as you came through the door.

"Thank you.", you say to each and every one of them after they came up to hug you.

"We have a present for you.", Mapi says, walking up to you with a small package in her hands, "Here.", holding it out for you to take.

"You know you didn't have to get me anything.", you tell them while accepting the small present.

"Just open it!", one of your teammates yelled.

Opening the package, you don't see the smirk forming on your girlfriend's lips and the way she exchanged looks with Mapi. Looking into the open package, you are met with a white shirt, pulling it out of the package, "A white shirt? Thank you guys.", you say, the confusion clear in your voice.

"Turn it around." Alexia says, giving her a confused look, you do as she says when you are met with two words on the shirt, 'Alexia's Property'.

"Really? You said you wouldn't get one?", you direct towards your girlfriend, who is quickly to respond, "I didn't, they did!".

"You all suck.", you mutter, making everyone laugh before you are pulled into a hug by your girlfriend, which quickly turns into a group hug.

After the group hug broke up, you all start to make your way out onto the field for training, when Alexia whisper in your ear, "You should wear it when we are going out later tonight, so people finally back off, plus I'm pretty sure it will look amazing on you.", clearly enjoying the thought of you wearing a shirt that marks you as hers.

[lwwife]

Do one where a Fan starts flirting with Alexias girl and the team tease reader for always attracting women anywhere and everywhere...

Quite The Catch (Alexia x Reader)

A/N: Part Two 'Alexia's Property'

You and Alexia are walking down the street hand in hand towards the bowling center, where the team decided to spend an afternoon together.

"You seem excited." Alexia takes note.

"I am! I haven't been bowling in a while, and the girls also being there will make it even more fun." You explain to her.

"It's definitely going to be fun and chaotic." She confirms.

Taking the last turn, you can already see some of the girls waiting in front of the center. Arriving, you all greet each other.

Waiting for the few girls that are still to arrive, light conversations were held in the group when Mapi speaks up, "I hope you all are ready to lose."

"Please, if anyone is going to win here, it's me." Patri speaks up, which leads to a banter between them on who is going to win.

"Both of you are going to lose, okay?" Your girlfriend interrupts their banter.

"Oh really? Who is going to win then?" Mapi asks the Barcelona captain.

A smirk forms on Alexia's face, "Me.". This answer starts a complete new banter between the girls, this time only getting put to a stop when the rest of the girls arrive.

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You are halfway through, so far the game has been going great for you, even throwing two strikes, but the score still leaves the winner open, most of the team also doing really well.

Deciding it's time to get a refill on the drinks, Mapi, Patri, Lucy and you take the girl's orders before making your way to the bar.

Giving the bartender the order, you wait for the drinks to get ready when you feel someone poking you on your shoulder. Turning around, you are faced by a woman your age.

"Hey." She speaks up with a smile on her face.

"Hey." You reply, although a bit confused on why she approached you, you offer a friendly smile.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but you play for Barcelona, right? I'm a big fan. Also, I'm Elena." She says, holding her hand out for you to shake.

"Oh, yea I do, I'm Y/N, but you probably already know that." You answer with an awkward chuckle while shaking her hand.

She lets out a small laugh, "It's nice to meet you, I've been watching you play bowling, and you are quite good, do you have any advice for me?" she says while stepping a bit closer to you.

Claudia who is waiting with the rest of the team notices the girl talking to you, "What a surprise, another girl trying to shoot her shot with Y/N again."

Hearing this, Alexia quickly turned around, seeing how the girl stands way too close to you, with her hand on your arm. She also notices your rather uncomfortable posture, but before she can make her way over to tell the girl off, the bartender announces that the drinks are ready and with that you say a quick goodbye before making your way over with your teammates to the rest of the team.

Setting the drinks down, Claudia speaks up again directed towards you, "We really can't take you anywhere, huh? No matter where we are, there is always at least one girl trying to chat you up."

"That's not true, also she was just asking for some bowling advice." You say, handing your girlfriend her drink.

"Uh, she clearly was not that interested about the bowling advice, and it is true what she said." Patri chimes in.

"No it's not." You say, trying to stand your ground, glancing towards your girlfriend.

"So I imagined that one woman that tried to get your number two days ago when we went to get coffee?" Claudia asks.

"Oh, or the one server at the sushi place we were last week!" Mapi now also joining the conversation.

"Don't forget the one reporter after the last game." Patri reminds them.

You are sure your face could be easily mistaken for a tomato with the blush that's covering your face. "Okay, maybe it sometimes happens." You say, hoping to end this conversation soon.

"Sure sometimes." Patri says while rolling her eyes before adding with a slight pout, "I wish I have this much game, it's kinda unfair."

Before anyone can add anything, the voice next to you speaks up in a rather annoyed tone, "Can we continue playing now?" turning towards your girlfriend, you immediately notice the pissed expression on her face.

"Sure we can, unless your girlfriend attracts another girl again." Mapi says in a teasing tone. Sending her one quick sharp look, she holds her hands up before the game continues.

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It was as if the conversation inflamed a fire in Alexia, your girlfriend was the clear winner at the end of the evening, no one even coming close to her score.

After you all said your goodbyes, you and Alexia walked in silence back home, hand in hand again, "You played amazing." You break through the silence.

"Thank you."

Letting out a small sigh, you speak up again, "I'm sorry about what the girls said earlier."

Coming to a stop she turns to you, pulling you into her, "You don't have to apologize for these idiotas, I mean they are right, it's not like I haven't noticed all the girls approaching you too." saying the last part with a roll of her eyes.

"It still was uncalled-for them to say all that in front of you. But you know you don't have to worry about that, right? You are the only one for me." You say, pressing a small kiss on her forehead.

"I know, I can't blame them anyway, you are quite the catch." She replies with a sneaky smile, pulling you into kiss after.

"Well, so are you." You whisper to her.

Smirking she breaks away and takes your hand again, pulling you to walk again, "I wouldn't mind a reminder of this."

[lwwife]

Overprotective

Alexia Putellas x Reader

The Barcelona training facilities were alive with their usual energy—players chatting, balls bouncing on the field, the rhythmic clang of weights in the gym. You had retreated to a quieter corner of the gym to do your light stretches, the only exercise you were allowed these days. It had been like this since you and Alexia learned you were pregnant: no strenuous activity, no risks.

Alexia had been over the moon when the two of you found out about the baby. From the moment the doctor confirmed the pregnancy, she had become fiercely protective, to the point where it sometimes felt like she was wrapping you in bubble wrap. She insisted on doing everything for you—chores, errands, even the smallest tasks, like tying your shoes. It was sweet but also exhausting.

Today was no different. Alexia was somewhere else in the building, busy with media obligations, but you could almost feel her presence hovering even in her absence. She had made it very clear to your teammates to keep an eye on you, and you knew they were taking their mission seriously.

As you eased into a stretch, Aitana and Ingrid walked over, their expressions curious and warm.

“How’s it going?” Aitana asked, settling onto the mat beside you.

“And how’s the little one?” Ingrid added, her eyes flicking briefly to your baby bump with a smile.

You grinned at them. “Everything’s perfect. The baby’s doing great, and I’m feeling good, really.” You paused for a moment, then leaned in conspiratorially. “It’s just… Alexia.”

Aitana immediately chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with Ingrid. “What’s she done now?”

“She’s always hovering,” you said, your voice tinged with affection and exasperation. “She’s so worried something will happen that she won’t let me do anything. And she’s got all of you spying on me too, hasn’t she?”

Ingrid raised her hands in mock surrender, laughing. “Guilty as charged.”

Aitana smirked. “She’s worse than your shadow. I’m surprised she’s not hiding behind the weight rack right now, watching you.”

The three of you burst out laughing, though you quickly glanced over your shoulder, half-expecting Alexia to appear out of nowhere.

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door opened, and Alexia strolled in. Her sharp eyes immediately locked onto your group, narrowing slightly. “What’s so funny?” she asked, crossing the room toward you.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, smiling up at her.

She didn’t look convinced, but she let it go, crouching beside you and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You okay? How’s everything?”

“Perfect,” you assured her, standing up and resting a hand on your bump.

Before Alexia could press further, the gym doors burst open, and a whirlwind of chaos swept in. Pina, Patri, and Mapi barreled into the room, laughing loudly and spraying water at each other with their bottles.

“Be careful!” you called out, but they were too caught up in their antics to hear you.

It happened in an instant. Mapi, not watching where she was going, accidentally bumped into you as she dashed past. You stumbled backward, falling back to the mat. It wasn’t serious—just a minor tumble—but it was enough to send Alexia into full-on mama-bear mode.

Alexia was by your side in a heartbeat, her face a mixture of fear and fury. “What were you thinking?!” she snapped, her voice ringing out like a thunderclap.

Mapi froze, her face draining of color. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Go away,” Alexia cut her off, her tone icy. “All of you. Go be reckless somewhere else.”

Pina and Patri grabbed Mapi’s arm, pulling her toward the door. Mapi looked devastated, glancing back at you with wide, guilty eyes.

Once they were gone, Alexia turned her full attention to you, her hands trembling slightly as she checked you over. “Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

“Lex, I’m fine,” you said gently, placing a reassuring hand on hers. “It was just a little stumble. Nothing happened.”

“No,” she said firmly, helping you to your feet. “We’re going to the medical room, just to be sure.”

At lunch, you followed Alexia into the cafeteria. You immediately spotted your usual table, where Mapi, Ingrid, Aitana, Frido and Esmee were sitting. Mapi looked miserable, her shoulders hunched and her gaze fixed on the table. But as you headed toward them, Alexia steered you to an empty table instead.

Knowing there was no point in arguing, you let her lead you there. The medical staff did a thorough check-up, confirming that everything was perfectly fine. Alexia let out a long sigh of relief, her shoulders sagging as the tension drained from her.

---

“Alexia,” you said, exasperated, as you set your tray down. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here,” she said simply, her tone leaving no room for argument.

You sighed, trying to stay calm. “You can’t stay mad at Mapi forever. It was an accident. She didn’t mean to bump into me.”

“She should know better,” Alexia said sharply, her fiery gaze meeting yours. “You could’ve been seriously hurt.”

“She’s your best friend,” you reminded her gently. “And she feels awful. You know she’d never hurt me or the baby on purpose.”

Alexia didn’t respond, her jaw tightening. Frustrated, you grabbed your tray and stood up.

“Where are you going?” she asked, her tone sharp.

“To sit with my friends,” you said firmly, walking away before she could stop you.

When you sat down at your usual table, Mapi didn’t even look up. You placed a hand on her arm, and she finally met your gaze.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “Really. I’m fine, and the baby’s fine. Don’t beat yourself up.”

“I’m so sorry,” Mapi whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You smiled at her reassuringly. “It was just a little accident. Don’t worry about it.”

That afternoon, Alexia found you outside with the others. “Ready to go home?” she asked, ignoring Mapi, who was standing beside you.

Slowly, the tension began to lift, and soon you were all laughing at one of Frido’s jokes. You noticed Mapi glancing nervously at Alexia from time to time, and you leaned over to whisper, “She’ll come around. She’s just… a little intense right now.”

---

“Actually,” you said, “Ingrid, Esmee, and I are going to the mall. You can drive Mapi home.”

Alexia opened her mouth to argue, but the look you gave her stopped her in her tracks. Begrudgingly, she agreed.

The car ride was tense at first, but eventually, Mapi broke the silence. “I’m really sorry, Alexia. It wasn’t on purpose. I’d never want to hurt her or the baby. I’ll be more careful in the future. Please don’t be mad at me.”

At a red light, Alexia finally looked over at her best friend. She could see the genuine distress in Mapi’s eyes, and her own anger began to dissolve. With a deep sigh, she said, “It’s okay. I overreacted. I was just scared. I know you’d never hurt her on purpose.”

Mapi nodded, relief washing over her face. “Thank you.”

When Ingrid dropped you off at home later, you found Alexia on the couch, watching TV. You sat down beside her, and she immediately pulled you into her arms.

“We’re good,” she said simply, resting her chin on your head.

You smiled. “So my plan worked.”

Alexia chuckled, placing a hand on your baby bump and rubbing it gently. “You’re sneaky.”

“I love you,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Even if you’re a little overprotective sometimes.”

“I love you too,” she murmured, her voice soft. “Both of you.”

And in that moment, everything felt perfect again.

[lwwife]

𝑮𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 1592

Warnings: none

Summary: Alexia’s grouchy, and you can do nothing but find her utterly adorable.

Notes: Welcome to the grouchy Alexia series

The morning light streams in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Alexia's body remains snuggled up against your own, warm and peaceful in sleep.

Her breathing was steady, and soft exhales escape her lips with every breath. Her expression was completely relaxed, a stark contrast to her usual stoic demeanor. The warmth of her body combined with the sound of the rain outside seemed to only make her appear even more comfortable. It was an unusually vulnerable moment, seeing the usually cold and reserved girl so relaxed. Every once in awhile she'd make a tiny sigh, or shift slightly closer to you.

You were already awake and had been for a little while. As your hand combs through her hair, you scroll aimlessly through your phone, switching between doom scrolling on TikTok and swiping through instagram. Alexia had managed to persuade you to go on a hike with her today, and you hoped -as your eyes flickered from her sleeping figure to the raindrops covered window- that she'd cancel because honestly, you don't quite feel like getting both soaked and sweaty.

Alexia remains asleep for while longer before her body suddenly shifts as she slowly starts to wake up. Her eyelashes flutter she blinks, adjusting to being awake, and she lightly rubs her head against your chest in a cat-like manner. She remains silent, but you could tell by her breathing that she was fully awake and simply taking in the moment. One of her legs moves slightly, just enough to tangle with yours.

You lock your phone and drop it onto the bed next to you before craning your head down to press a tender kiss to the top of her head. "Morning, darling." You murmur in greeting.

"Mhmm," Alexia murmurs quietly, the sound coming off as a sleepy hum. She takes a moment before forcing her eyes open and lifting her head up to face you. "Good morning, amor.” She mutters, her voice soft and quiet.

Her cheek is slightly marked and has a small indent from how her face was squished up against your chest, and you can't help but smile as you gently run the backs of your fingers against it. Alexia smiles tiredly as her heavy lids threaten to close.

"Did you sleep well?" You wonder, cupping the back of her head as it resettles back against your chest.

Alexia's shoulders visibly relax as she sinks further into your chest and lets out a sleepy and contented humming sound in response to your touch. "I did," she murmurs softly, her voice slightly hoarse in her half-asleep state.

"Good," you muse as you hold her warm body close to your own. Your eyes once again drift to the window where the rain was seemingly coming down harder. "You still wanna go on that hike?" You ask, secretly hoping she'd say no but knowing it was extremely unlikely.

Alexia, even in her half-asleep state, knows exactly what you were up to. Her eyes were closed, but she lets out a small, barely-noticeable sigh at your question. She feels your grasp tighten around her, almost as if you were trying to keep her from moving, or getting out of bed.

"Yes," she answers simply, though her lack of explanation and elaboration makes it seem as though she wasn't going to change her mind about it.

You can't help but frown. "But baby, it's raining. We're going to get soaked."

The Spaniard doesn't budge an inch, her head still resting against your chest. Though her eyes remain closed and she seems relatively relaxed, there was a slight tone of annoyance in her voice. She always hates when people question her decisions. In response to your comment on the rain, she replies in a matter-of-fact tone.

"And?"

"Someone's grouchy." You mutter, shifting beneath her weight a little. Alexia grunts as she sits herself up, rubbing her hands over her eyes before turning to face you with an eyebrow raised in either amusement or annoyance. You couldn’t quite tell.

"I am not grouchy." She retorts in a low tone, her messy blonde hair falling to the side. She was clad in her pyjamas; one of your oversized hoodies and a pair of sleep shorts.

You sit up too, leaning back on your arms. "No?" You tease playfully as you nudge her with your knee. She glares at you, and you just about manage to refrain from smirking as you kick off the blankets. "Sorry baby, but you are. Just a little." You hold your thumb and pointer finger about a millimetre apart before climbing out of the bed with intention of making you both some coffee.

Alexia responds to your playful teasing with a faint roll of her eyes, not bothering to deny your comment for a fact she knew there was at least some truth to it. She sits up straighter, her head cocking to the side slightly as she watches as you climb out of bed.

"What are you doing?" She reaches out and loosely grasps your wrist.

You raise an eyebrow. "Going to make coffee my love. Just like I do every morning." You explain.

Alexia's sleepy eyes slightly narrow into a small glare at your answer. She wasn't quite in a good mood, and the thought of you leaving was not what she needed right now. She lightly tugs at your arm, almost in a pouty manner, as if trying to silently express her desire to want you to stay with her.

Ahh. So you had a grouchy Alexia on your hands this morning. Easing yourself back down onto the bed, your lips quirk up into a knowing smile as you lightly tug your arm out of her loose hold.

"You don't want coffee?" You reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Alexia's pouting expression instantly softens ever so slightly at your smile. She was never a fan of her weaknesses, and she definitely wasn't a fan of other people seeing her them. However, you were one of the very few people that she made an exception for. She didn't have to put on a tough and cold persona around you, and she prefers that.

She leans her head towards your hand, slightly brushing her cheek against your palm with a quiet and soft sigh.

"I want coffee." She murmurs.

You lightly trail the pad or your thumb over the warm skin. "Then you need to let me get up. I can't make it from here baby."

Alexia responds to your logical answer with an almost child like huff of stubbornness and irritation. She obviously doesn't want to let you up, but she knows that your reasoning was both logical and correct, and she didn't really have a good comeback for it.

After a moment of hesitation she finally lets go of your arm.

For the second time today, you climb out of bed, straightening up your shorts before letting out a soft sigh and holding out your hand. "Come on grouchy." You tease, playfully wiggling your fingers.

Alexia's expression is one of reluctant acceptance, the small frown still present on her face as she reaches out and takes your hand before swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

You immediately pull her into your arms, her body resting flush against your own. You lean in and press a long, obnoxious kiss to her cheek, pulling away with a loud 'mwaa' sound. Alexia glares, and you laugh softly as you slip your hand beneath her shirt to rest against the warm, bare skin of her back.

"So grouchy." You tease.

Alexia huffs."I do not like you right now." She says in a sarcastic tone as she leans her head against your chest, a small way of silently telling you that she actually does like you.

"You don't huh?" You play along. "I guess I'll just have to stay here when you go on that hike. Such a shame. I was really looking forward to it." You tighten your grasp around her slightly when you feel her arms hook tightly around your waist.

Alexia, despite her grumpy and irritated mood, has to suppress a small smirk at your answer.

"Oh, you were?" She responds in an equally sarcastic tone, looking up at you with a small, almost mocking pout. Her eyes bore into yours, playfully challenging you.

"Mhh.” you muse, cupping her face and trailing your thumbs over her eyebrows, lightly smoothing them out.

Alexia's eyes close slightly as she subconsciously leans into your touch. She has always found your touch comforting. The way you delicately trail your thumbs over her eyebrows, smoothing them out and feeling the softness of her skin beneath them, seems to instantly relax her. She lets out a soft sigh that was halfway between content and disappointed, as if she were both annoyed at how your gentle touch was working, and almost satisfied by it.

"I think I want coffee now." She whispers as her eyes flutter open again, lightly grasping your wrists to pull your hands away from her face. There was only so much softness and gooeyness she could take before her morning coffee, and she'd almost reached her limit.

You nod knowingly as you kiss her forehead before stepping away from her. "Okay baby. Let's go get you some coffee."

**

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[lwwife]

don't blame the baby

parent!alexia putellas x wife!parent!reader (requested)

summary: what happens when the team sees an unfamiliar side to alexia?

you’re sitting on the couch, phone propped up against the cushion as you chat away on facetime. 

the screen is crowded with the smiling faces of the barcelona team, alexia’s teammates all laughing and sharing stories, their voices filling the room with energy. you’re enjoying catching up with them, teasing each other like old friends, when you hear soft breathing beside you—your eighteen month old daughter, isla, sound asleep, her tiny hand resting against your leg. 

you gently smooth down her hair as you continue chatting, not wanting to wake her.

that’s when you hear the familiar sound of footsteps approaching, and your eyes flick up to see alexia coming into the room. your wife hasn’t realized you're on facetime. with her hair slightly tousled from training and her eyes tired but full of warmth, she walks over, making a beeline for you. 

she drops onto the couch next to you, completely focused on you, not the phone. “my love,” she says in catalan, voice softening into the baby-like tone she only uses when she’s around you or isla. “i missed you so much today baby... i just want to cuddle up with you.”

you try to keep a straight face, but it’s too late—the entire team on the screen has gone silent, eyes wide with surprise, before bursting into laughter. 

the noise causes alexia to jump back a bit, finally noticing the phone and the faces staring back at her. 

“was that... alexia?!!” vicky teases, holding her stomach from laughing so hard, while kika shakes her head in disbelief. 

“i’ve never seen her like this! we need to get this side of her on the field, y/n do you think you could play as a striker so alexia can soften up!” mapi jokes, still giggling.

alexia’s cheeks flush a deep red, realizing they heard everything. 

“no, no, no, shut it! it wasn’t me,” she says quickly, trying to save face. she glances at you and then at isla, who's still peacefully asleep next to you, completely unaware of the chaos her mother’s causing. 

“it was... it was isla!” alexia points at the baby, desperately trying to convince her teammates. 

“she has the same voice as me, right? that was totally her!”

you let out a laugh, shaking your head. 

“don’t blame it on the baby,” you say, giving her a playful nudge. 

“she’s sleeping like an angel, and you know it.” alexia groans, burying her face in her hands as the teasing continues on the other side of the screen. 

isla, cuddled up with her ivory soft blanket and a miffy plushie, smiles in her sleep at this moment. alexia tries not to laugh, wondering if her daughter could hear everything in her sleep. 

“you’re so soft, ale,” martina says between fits of laughter, while esmee adds, “who knew our captain could be this clingy?”

alexia turns to you, eyes pleading, mouthing, “please help me,” but you can’t help the smirk on your face. 

“hey, it’s okay to be soft sometimes,” you tease. “besides, i think they kind of like this side of you.”

alexia shakes her head, leaning closer to you as if to hide from the call. 

“they’ll never let this go,” she mutters, sneaking a glance back at the screen, where her teammates are still cracking up. 

“amor, please, just tell them it was the baby, please?” she whispers, giving you that look that always makes your heart melt.

but you’re too busy enjoying her squirm, shrugging as if you’re not sure how to help. 

“sorry, but they seem to know the truth.” you lean your head against her shoulder, whispering, 

“besides, they’re right—you’re kinda cute when you’re clingy.”

alexia lets out a defeated sigh, covering her face with her hands. “maybe they’ll forget,” she says, voice muffled and full of hope. 

by the way the team is laughing, you both know this is something they’ll be teasing her about for a long, long time.

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[lwwife]

It Might Be More of an Obsession

summary: feeding your child in public stirs feelings inside of alexia she didn’t realise she had

warnings: SMUT 18+, breastfeeding kink, breast milk, stap on use, fingering, breast play, top!alexia, sub!dom, not proofread

a/n: this is… something. it’s an acquired taste so i don’t blame you for skipping past this if the themes aren’t your thing

word count: 1.9k

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“Ella está a punto de llorar”

You turn your head, pausing your conversation with Frido to find Mapi holding your daughter at arm’s length over the table.

“Jesús María, ella no es una bomba,” Alexia exclaims, reaching out to save her kid from being dropped into a vat of paella.

“Pass her here, Ale. She’s just hungry”

You can’t blame her. Outings with the team are an event even for you these days, let alone a four-month-old who is the center of attention at every gathering. She’s an easy child, patient, and calm. But even the most mellow of souls needs a food break.

Alexia stands, cradling your daughter as she wriggles animatedly in her arms. “Shall I warm up a bottle?”

You shake your head. “I’ll feed her. It’s not too busy here and the girls won’t mind.”

Alexia gives you a nod, admiration shining in her eyes as she hands your daughter over to you. Finding a comfortable position, you settle into your chair and begin to feed her.

The conversation around the table continues, but you catch a few of the girls sneaking curious glances in your direction. It’s clear they’re all trying to act casual, but some are more subtle than others. Like a group of teenagers sneaking glances at their teacher’s cleavage, except, you know, less creepy and more endearing.

“Oye, Alexia,” Patri teases, nudging her captain with a playful grin, “put your tongue back in your mouth, vale”

Alexia rolls her eyes, but you can see a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. “Shut up. I’m just making sure they’re both okay.” This, of course, is said with the dignity of a queen who has just been told she’s got spinach in her teeth.

Ona joins in, unable to resist a little ribbing. “Right, because that’s why you’re looking at your wife’s chest like you’ve never seen boobs before. Maybe you should take notes for when it’s your turn, eh?”

Alexia chuckles, trying to brush off the teasing. “When it’s my turn, I’ll be a natural. No need for notes”

“Don’t give her any ideas,” you interject, smiling as you switch your daughter to the other breast. “I’ve already got one Putellas rinsing me dry, I don’t need another”

-

The house is quiet, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere of the team gathering. The baby is finally asleep in her crib, and the two of you tiptoe out of the nursery. You close the door softly, turning to find Alexia already watching you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

She doesn’t say anything, just takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. Her touch is gentle but insistent, a silent promise of what’s to come. The door clicks shut behind you, and the air is thick with anticipation.

“Alexia,” you murmur, but she’s already moving, her hands on your waist, pulling you close.

“Shh,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.

Her lips find yours, the kiss deep and hungry. You can feel the restraint she’s been holding onto slipping away. Her hands roam your body, urgent, demanding. She breaks the kiss, her eyes dark with desire.

“Take off your clothes,” she commands, her voice low and rough in the soft light of the bedside lamp.

You comply, heart pounding in your chest. Alexia watches, her gaze never leaving your body. When you’re finally naked before her, she steps closer, her hands finding your breasts, cupping them with a reverence that makes your knees weak.

“So beautiful,” she murmurs, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. “I can’t get enough of you”

Her mouth follows her hands, lips and tongue teasing. You gasp, your body arching into her touch. She’s relentless, her need for you suffocating, almost overwhelming.

“Lie down,” she orders, and you do, your body moving without even thinking. Not that you have the ability to do that now anyway, your brain is shrouded in fog.

She climbs over you, her eyes locked on yours as she lowers her head to your breasts again. She nips at the flesh, then takes your nipple between her teeth, and you moan, your hands clutching at the sheets. Her other hand slides between your legs, fingers finding you wet and ready.

“Please, Alexia,” you whisper, your voice shaky.

She looks up at you, her eyes blazing. “You like that, don’t you? Watching me watch you. Knowing how much I want you”

“Yes,” you breathe, the word a plea.

Her fingers thrust into you, hard and fast, her mouth still working your breast. The feeling of her hand and her mouth together is almost too much, your body straining towards release. She’s rough, dominant, taking you with a fierceness that leaves you breathless.

Her mouth moves to your other breast, her tongue flicking over your nipple before giving it the same treatment as the last. The sting sends jolts of pleasure through you, making you cry out. She pulls back for a moment, her eyes meeting yours with a possessive heat that has you melting.

“You’re mine,” she growls, her fingers curling inside you, hitting that perfect spot. “Say it”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, your body tensing, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

“Good girl,” she purrs, her thumb rubbing your clit in tight, precise circles.Your breath catches in your throat. Alexia’s fingers are persistent, driving you closer and closer to the edge. She knows exactly what you need before you even do, and she’s giving it to you with an intensity that leaves you trembling.

Without warning, she withdraws her hand, leaving you panting and on the verge of begging. She stands up, her eyes never leaving yours as she reaches into the bedside drawer. The familiar rustling reaches your ears, and you watch from under hooded lids as she fastens the strap around her hips. The sight of her, so confident and in control, sends a fresh wave of arousal straight to your core.

“Turn over,” she commands, her voice firm.

You obey, albeit on shaky limbs. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you feel her position herself behind you. Her hands glide over your hips, guiding you to where she wants you. The tip of the strap presses against your entrance, and you can feel her hesitation, the slight pause as she ensures you’re ready.

“Ale, please,” you plead, your voice gravelly, strained.

She doesn’t need to be told twice. With a slow, steady thrust, she fills you completely, her hips meeting your ass. You moan, the feeling of being taken so fully, so deeply, nearly overwhelming.

“¿Es esto lo que querías?” she asks, her voice a low growl. “To be fucked like this?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your fingers digging into the sheets.

She begins to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you to adjust to the fullness. But it doesn’t take long for her pace to quicken, the need in her movements undeniable. She’s unabated, her thrusts hard and deep, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure all the way down to your toes and back again.

You can hear her breathing, harsh and ragged, as she fucks you with a single-minded intensity. Her hands grip your hips, holding you in place as she drives into you over and over. The sound of your bodies coming together fills the room, mingling with your moans and her low grunts.

“Tell me how it feels,” she demands, her voice tight with restraint.

“Amazing,” you manage to gasp. “So good, Alexia. Please, don’t stop”

Her response is a sharp push that makes you cry out. She leans over you, her lips brushing against your ear. “I won’t stop until you come for me”

Her hand snakes around your body, finding your clit again and rubbing it in sync with her movements. It’s almost too much to bear, pushing you closer and closer to oblivion.

“Come for me,” she whispers, her voice a dark command. “Quiero sentir como te corres”

With a final, desperate drive, she sends you tumbling. Your orgasm crashes through you, a tidal wave of pleasure that leaves you shaking and winded. She holds you tight, her movements slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure you could possibly give her.

Finally, she pulls out, her hands gentle as she helps you turn onto your back. She leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, the fierceness of earlier replaced by a tender intimacy.

But she’s not done. Not yet.

She repositions herself, between you open legs. The look in her eyes is predatory, and you know she’s far from finished with you. She adjusts the strap, aligning it at your entrance once more, and presses in with renewed vigor. Your overstimulated body quakes under the assault of pleasure and pain, and your moans turn to cries of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.

“You like that?” she growls, her rhythm punishing. “You want more?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, your voice raw with need.

Her hands grip your breasts, squeezing hard as she continues to fuck you with abandon. Your vision blurs, your body teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

“Come again,” she commands, her voice dripping with dominance. “I want to feel you shatter around me”

Her thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing it with ruthless precision. Everything is alight as you fall over the edge again, your body convulsing as another powerful orgasm rips through you. You scream her name, your voice hoarse, as you come harder than you ever have before.

As you lay there, breathless and trembling, Alexia’s eyes darken with a new kind of hunger. She leans down, her mouth hovering over your breast. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire.

Before you can respond, her lips close around your nipple, her tongue flicking over it with practiced skill. You gasp, the sensation heightened by the intensity of your recent orgasms. She sucks harder, her mouth working with an insistent hunger. You can feel the milk let down, a warm trickle that she eagerly laps up, her moans of satisfaction vibrating against your skin.

“Oh God, Alexia,” you breathe, the mix of pleasure and the intimate act sending shivers down your spine.

She switches to your other breast, her eyes locking with yours as she sucks, her hand still playing between your legs. The sight of her, so completely lost in her need for you, is almost too much to bear. She drinks from you like she can’t get enough, her mouth greedy and relentless.

“Do you like this?” she whispers between licks and sucks. “Knowing how much I need you, how much I want every part of you?”

“Yes,” you gasp, your body arching into her touch. “God, yes.”

Her fingers thrust into you again, matching the rhythm of her mouth on your breast. The pleasure is overwhelming, a heady mix of physical and emotional intensity that leaves you trembling and gasping.

“One more time,” she commands, her voice a dark, velvety whisper. “I know you can give one more”

Her mouth on your breast and her fingers inside you, the feel of her breath on your skin. She’s perfected everything, and you're seeing stars for the third time. You come with a shuddering cry, your body convulsing around her fingers, the pleasure blinding in its intensity. Tears roll down your cheeks

Alexia continues to suck gently, drawing out the last waves of your orgasm until you’re a quivering, breathless mess. Finally, she pulls away, her eyes filled with a satisfied, predatory gleam.

“Perfect,” she murmurs, her fingers brushing tenderly over your flushed skin. “Absolutely perfect”

[lwwife]

May i request a short fluffy blurb of Alexia and readers first Christmas with their new born daughter and the barca team and the team really outdoes by bringing gifts and Alexia and the reader having no space in their alarm with all the gifts. Godmothers mapi and ingrid being the main culprit

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The living room is a mess, and it’s entirely the Barcelona women’s team’s fault. Wrapping paper litters the floor, piling up around the coffee table like snowdrifts. Your newborn daughter is asleep in her crib in the corner, blissfully unaware of the madness her first Christmas has caused. You, however, are very aware. And so is Alexia, who is leaning against the wall with a look of both awe and dread as yet another ridiculously oversized box is dragged into the room.

“This is too much,” Alexia mutters under her breath, though there’s no heat in her voice.

“It was too much an hour ago,” you reply, balancing a pile of discarded ribbons in one hand and an empty cup of coffee in the other. “Now it’s just… obscene”

Mapi strides in with a smug grin, Ingrid trailing behind her with a stuffed giraffe nearly as tall as you. “This one’s from us!” Mapi announces, gesturing to the giraffe like it’s the Sistine Chapel.

“Of course it is,” Alexia says dryly, eyeing the giraffe. “Because every baby needs a life-sized safari animal”

“Exactly,” Mapi replies, unbothered. “She’s going to love it”

“She can’t even hold her own head up yet,” you point out, though you’re smiling. “What’s she supposed to do with a giraffe?”

“She’ll grow into it,” Ingrid says, as if that makes complete sense.

By now, the room is more present than furniture. There are building blocks, stuffed animals, miniature football kits with Putellas printed on the back, a rocking horse, and something that looks suspiciously like a baby drum set.

“I’m scared to look in the kitchen,” Alexia says, almost to herself.

You glance at her, smirking. “You should be. I saw Patri sneaking in with a box that had ‘For the Future Chef’ on it”

Alexia groans, tipping her head back dramatically. “Why does everyone think she needs to be a prodigy at one week old?”

“To be fair,” you say, “she is your daughter”

Alexia gives you a side-eye but doesn’t argue.

The team, meanwhile, has completely taken over the house. Keira and Lucy are assembling what looks like a plastic playhouse in the corner. Aitana is explaining the benefits of wooden toys to Sandra, who seems far more interested in the cookies on the table. And Mapi, of course, is busy unboxing the giraffe like it’s Christmas morning for her.

“Where are we even going to put all this?” Alexia whispers, watching as Marta adds another wrapped gift to the growing pile.

“We could build an extension,” you joke, though you’re only half kidding.

By the time the team leaves, hours later, the house looks like Santa’s workshop exploded. Your daughter is still blissfully unaware, sleeping peacefully despite the chaos. Alexia sinks onto the couch beside you, surveying the damage.

“You realise this is going to happen every year now,” she says, nudging your shoulder.

You glance at the towering giraffe, the playhouse that’s still half-built, and the mountain of gifts stacked against the wall. “We’ll need a bigger house”

Alexia chuckles, leaning her head against your shoulder. “Or a storage unit”

“Or fewer godparents,” you mutter, eyeing the guilty parties in the kitchen, where Mapi and Ingrid are raiding the fridge.

But despite the madness, there’s a warmth in the room that you wouldn’t trade for anything. Alexia reaches for your hand, her fingers brushing yours gently.

“Merry Christmas,” she says softly, glancing at the baby.

You smile, squeezing her hand. “Merry Christmas”

[lwwife]

Forgotten

Alexia Putellas x reader

Word count: Around 8,2k

Warning: angst

Summary: Alexia unknowingly favors one of her daughters over the other.

Note: That request was sent to my old account! I started working on it months ago and then totally forgot about it! Huge thanks to the anon who sent it, and sorry it took so long!! (Definitely didn’t bring up some unwanted memories 😭)

The afternoon sun filled the backyard with warmth as you sat on a lounge chair, holding a book. The gentle breeze moved the pages as you looked up from your book at the lively scene in front of you.

Sofia, your six-year-old, sprinted across the yard, her small legs moving quickly as she weaved a football through the cones. She was fast and focused.

Alexia stood nearby, her hands perched on her hips, a proud smile tugging at her lips. Her gaze was fixed entirely on Sofia, she was fully focused.

“Bien, Sofí! ¡Eso es, mantén la cabeza arriba! ¡Mira hacia dónde vas!” Alexia clapped her hands in encouragement, her voice full of praise “¡Lo estás haciendo genial!”

(Good, Sofí! That’s it, keep your head up! Look where you’re going! You’re doing great!)

You smiled as you watched Sofia grow more confident with each word of encouragement from Alexia.

Sofía was already so like Alexia, full of promise, passion, and an innate understanding of the game.And It was clear they shared a special bond, one that felt natural and strong.

But as the two of them laughed and enjoyed the drill, you couldn’t help but notice Valentina. Your four-year-old sat a few meters away, quietly perched on the grass, clutching her doll tightly in her tiny hands.

Her wide hazel eyes were fixed on her mother and sister, but there was something in her expression that made your heart ache—a quiet wish to be noticed, to be included, to be part of what was happening.

You watched as Valentina shift on the ground, holding her doll a bit tighter. Her eyes moved from Sofia to Alexia and back again.

There was a quiet hesitance in her movements, as though she were trying to decide whether to interrupt, to ask for attention or just keep watching from the sidelines.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Valentina stood up, her tiny feet brushing the grass as she walked toward Alexia, her eyes wide with hope.

Gently, she tugged at Alexia’s hand, her voice barely a whisper. “Mami…you want to play dolls with me?”

Alexia looked down at Valentina with a gentle smile before turning her attention back to Sofia. Her focus remained fully on Sofia, observing how her daughter skillfully maneuvered the football.

“No ahora, mi amor” she replied, squeezing Valentina’s hand gently. “Déjame ver a Sofía jugar, okay? Maybe later…” (Not right now, my love. Let me watch Sofía play okay?)

Valentina’s face fell in an instant. Her lips parted as if she wanted to protest, but she quickly pressed them together, her shoulders slumping.

Without another word, she nodded quietly “Okay, Mami” she murmured softly.

The disappointment in her voice tugged at your heart, and you felt the deep ache in your chest as she turned away.

She slowly walked back to her spot in the corner of the yard, her footsteps quieter, her head hanging low.

You put the book down, your heart tightening. You couldn’t bear to see her like this, so defeated.

Without thinking twice, you got up and made your way over to your little girl. Kneeling beside her, you wrapped your arm around her small shoulders, pulling her into a gentle embrace.

“Hey, sweetheart” you whispered gently, your voice full of warmth.

Valentina looked at you, and for a moment, her face softened. The disappointment was still there, but your touch seemed to ease it.

“Hola, Mamá” she said in a small, quiet voice. Her lips formed a tentative smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

You brushed a lock of hair from her face, your fingers grazing her soft skin. “Can I play with you?” you asked, your voice gentle.

The change in Valentina was immediate. Her face lit up, and her eyes brightened in an instant, the joy returning as if it had never been lost.

She eagerly handed you the doll, her excitement bubbling up. “Sí! Play with me, Mamá!” she exclaimed, her voice full of happiness.

You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, your heart swelling with the love you felt for her in that moment.

You stole a quick glance at Alexia and Sofia, who were still deep in their practice. Sofia’s laughter rang through the yard as she and Alexia continued their drill.

It was beautiful to watch, but in that moment, your focus was entirely on Valentina.

As you played with Valentina, a quiet realization settled within you—it wasn’t the first time you’d noticed this subtle pattern.

Alexia had been focusing more on Sofía than Valentina, and it was clear that their connection over football was unintentionally leaving Valentina’s quiet need for her mami’s attention unnoticed.

In that moment, you silently promised yourself that, no matter what changed around her or how much attention her sister got, Valentina would always feel seen, cherished, and truly important.

——

But fulfilling that promise was proving increasingly challenging, as the days that followed mirrored each other.

One Saturday afternoon, you sat at the kitchen table, working on your computer when you noticed Valentina in the corner of the room, sitting quietly with her bracelet kit.

Her eyes occasionally flicking up to her mami and sister. They were cozied up on the couch, laughing as they discussed the game on TV.

Valentina watched them for a moment, her gaze lingering with a mix of hope and longing. A small sigh escaped her lips as she hesitated, feeling the ache of being unnoticed.

She gathered her courage, slowly standing up and walking over to them. Her tiny hands gripped the bracelet kit tightly as she approached, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Mami, Sofí… you want to make bracelets with me?” she asked softly, her voice small yet hopeful.

Alexia, fully absorbed in the game, quickly glanced at Valentina. “Not right now, mi amor”she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear without taking her eyes off the match. “Estamos viendo el partido. Tal vez más tarde, ¿vale?” (We’re watching the game. Maybe later, okay?)

Sofía, sitting beside her mom, spared a brief glance at Valentina, her expression tinged with sympathy, but she quickly refocused on the game.

“Yeah, Valentina, maybe after this” she said, her voice distant as her attention returned to the screen.

Valentina’s shoulders sagged a little at their response, but she tried to mask it with a smile.

“Okay, I’ll wait” She turned away and walked back to the corner of the room, clutching the bracelet kit tightly.

As she set it down and sat on the floor, her small fingers idly played with the dolls in front of her, trying to pass the time while she waited for her mami and sister to make bracelets with her.

A few moments passed, and Alexia and Sofía continued discussing the game, unaware of the quiet sadness that had settled over Valentina.

She looked up at them again, her eyes full of longing, as if she wanted to ask again. But this time, she bit her lip, stopping herself. She didn’t want to be a bother. She didn’t want to ask again and risk being turned away.

Instead, she quietly set her dolls aside, opened her bracelet kit, and began carefully twisting the colorful threads together.

As you silently watched the scene unfold, your heart ached for your daughter. The image of her sitting there, longing for her family’s attention, broke you inside.

Without a second thought, you closed your laptop and stood up, walking over to her. “I’d like to make bracelets with you, my love” you said softly, kneeling beside her.

Valentina’s eyes lit up with a soft smile, her face brightening as she handed you the bracelet kit.

“Look, mamá, you twist this and tie it here” she said, showing you how to make the bracelet with the same patience she always had, despite the quiet disappointment she’d experienced…once again.

——

A week later , while you chopped vegetables in the kitchen, you noticed Valentina standing hesitantly at the threshold of the living room.

Her tiny fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she shifted uneasily, watching Alexia sit on the couch, lacing up her shoes, preparing to leave for training.

“Mami?” Valentina’s voice was barely above a whisper as she timidly stepped closer to Alexia.

Alexia glanced up, offering a distracted smile. “Sí, nena?”

Valentina inhaled deeply, her hands clasped tightly together, and her voice filled with hope as she spoke. “You come watch my gymnastics class today after your training?”

Alexia paused for a moment, finishing with her shoes and sitting up straight. “Lo siento, nena” she said gently, brushing a stray lock of hair from Valentina’s forehead.

“Después del entrenamiento, Sofía y yo vamos al parque para practicar un poco más antes de su gran partido” (I’m sorry, baby. After training, Sofía and I are heading to the park for some extra practice before her big match)

Valentina’s face fell, she nodded slowly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s okay, Mami. Maybe next time…”

Alexia, completely unaware of the sadness she had caused her daughter once again, kissed Valentina on the forehead before standing up, preparing to leave.

Your heart hurt as you saw Valentina walking toward you, her little shoulders drooping. She reached her arms out to you, and you quickly picked her up, holding her tightly as she rested her face in the crook of your neck.

“Mamá you’re coming to watch me at the gymnastics?” she murmured softly, her voice filled with quiet hope.

You kissed her temple, your voice steady and full of warmth. “Of course, baby” you whispered “I wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Hoping to bring a smile to her face, you gently tickled her tummy causing her to let out a small, soft giggle in response.

——

The event that truly sparked your anger and led you to finally sit down and talk to Alexia happened three days later, on the day of her game.

The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window as you moved around, getting breakfast ready.

The soft hum of the TV played in the background where the girls were sprawled out on the couch, half-watching, half-chatting in their usual morning routine.

You had your back to them, focused on the pancakes sizzling away on the stove.

Suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in from behind. A soft kiss brushed against your ear, sending a gentle shiver down your spine.

“Bon dia, mi amor” Alexia’s voice, warm and affectionate, filled your ear and you couldn’t help but smile.

You turned around to face her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Good morning, babe” you murmured, lingering for just a moment before turning back to the stove, carefully flipping a pancake. “Breakfast is almost ready”

Alexia leaned in close, her chin resting softly on your shoulder as her eyes stayed fixed on you. Without looking up from the griddle, you asked, “You ready for tonight?” referring to the big match she had that evening, while continuing to pour the batter for the final pancakes.

“Ready as ever” Alexia replied, her voice filled with a quiet but certain excitement. “He estado esperando este partido” (I’ve been waiting for this match)

You nodded and smiled, “Great! By the way, what jersey should Valentina wear as your mascot tonight? She’s been going on about it non-stop since yesterday. She’s so excited!”

There was a short pause, and you could sense the confusion in Alexia before she finally spoke, unwrapping her arms from around your waist and stepping back.

“¿Valentina? Quieres decir Sofía” she asked, raising an eyebrow, a puzzled expression on her face. (Valentina? You mean Sofia?)

You turned around slowly, your brow furrowing in disbelief. “No, Alexia, I mean Valentina” you said firmly.

Alexia bit her lip, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. She glanced at the girls in the living room, still absorbed in their show. “But I promised Sofí” she trailed off, her voice wavering. “She’s always my mascot. Es una noche de Liga de Campeones esta noche, y quiero que ella lo experimente. Sentir lo que es caminar allí afuera frente a toda esa gente, algún día como jugadora”

(It’s a Champions League night tonight, and I want her to experience it. To feel what it’s like, walking out there in front of all those people, one day as a player herself)

You crossed your arms, feeling your patience wear thin as the weight of the situation sank in. “But Alexia, you promised Valentina too! Last time, you told her ‘next time.’ Well, this is next time. She’s been really looking forward to it” you said, reminding her of the promise she made to Valentina the week before.

Alexia’s shoulders slumped slightly, and she let out a soft sigh, her eyes softening as she glanced toward the girls again.

“Ella lo entenderá, mi amor. Hablaré con ella” she said, but the words didn’t quite have the conviction you needed to hear. (She’ll understand, mi amor. I’ll talk to her)

Before you could say anything, Alexia called the girls for breakfast. You placed the pancakes down, still feeling frustrated, as Valentina and Sofia walked into the kitchen.

You helped them to their seats, your hands trembling slightly from the weight of what was about to happen.

“Valentina” Alexia started, her voice soft, as she knelt down beside her.

A weight settled in your chest as you prepared yourself for the disappointment and sadness that would soon show on your daughter’s face.

“I know I promised you’d be my mascot tonight, but I also promised Sofi she could be too. ¿Estaría bien si ella sale conmigo esta vez?” Alexia asked gently. (Would it be okay if she walks out with me this time?)

The room felt tense as Alexia spoke, and your heart sank. You watched Valentina’s expression drop, her lips quivering. Her small hands fidgeted in her lap, and the silence lingered between you all.

Valentina glanced at Sofia, then back at Alexia, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, maybe… next time I can be your mascot?” Her words were soft and uncertain, repeating what she had said before when Alexia had made her that promise.

Alexia’s expression softened “Of course, mi amor. Next time” she murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Valentina’s cheek before standing up and taking her seat at the table.

“Gracias, Valentina” Sofía said, giving her younger sister a kiss on the cheek.

“De nada” Valentina replied in her soft, little voice.

The tension in the air was palpable as you exchanged looks with Valentina, a heavy weight settling in your stomach. She gave you a small, sorrowful smile, her eyes quietly showing the hurt she was holding back.

——

Later, at the game, Valentina’s excitement about the game and seeing her mami play was there, but it was mixed with a visible disappointment.

Her eyes flickered toward the field as Alexia and Sofí walked out together, a part of her clearly yearning for the moment she had been promised.

As you sat in the stands, you couldn’t help but feel proud watching Alexia and Sofí, but your heart sank when you looked over at Valentina.

She sat quietly next to you, her little hands clapping along with the rest of the crowd, but her smile was small and forced.

Despite the hurt, she made sure to clap for them, trying her best to push aside the sadness. You could see how much it bothered her, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment, so she stayed quiet, her gaze flickering between the field and her lap, clearly trying to keep the disappointment from showing too much.

After Sofía returned to the stands, giving Valentina an excited high-five, the game finally kicked off. Alexia’s performance was nothing short of brilliant, her every move showcasing her talent and determination.

As she commanded the field, you felt a swell of pride, watching her with awe as she scored a stunning goal. The crowd erupted in cheers, their excitement echoing through the stadium, and her infectious energy filled the air.

But even with the excitement of Alexia’s success, a heaviness remained in your chest, the weight of what had happened still hanging over you.

After the game, you and the girls made your way down to the field to congratulate Alexia. Sofia was the first to break away, sprinting toward her mother with an excited burst of energy.

“Mami!” she shouted, her voice filled with excitement. Alexia laughed, catching her effortlessly and lifting her high into the air, her smile wide and full of joy.

Valentina, however, stayed close to you, her small hand clutching yours tightly. When you reached Alexia, you pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Good game, baby” you whispered, and Alexia smiled, returning the gesture with a kiss on your forehead. She wrapped one arm around your waist while the other held Sofía on her hip.

“Good game, mami” Valentina said softly, looking up at her mother. Alexia noticed her daughter standing quietly beside you, her small figure motionless.

Alexia slowly unwrapped her arm from around your waist, and with a soft smile, she crouched down to Valentina’s level. Her arms opened wide as she gently called out “Ven aquí, mi amor” inviting her daughter for a hug.

For a moment, Valentina’s face brightened, her eyes lighting up. Without hesitation, she rushed into her mother’s embrace, her tiny arms wrapping around Alexia’s neck as she pressed a soft, tender kiss to her cheek.

“Mami, what a goal you scored!” Sofía exclaimed, her voice full of excitement as Alexia and Valentina pull apart.

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and she couldn’t help but bounce on her Alexia’s arm, still caught up in the joy of her mami’s triumph.

Valentina turned back toward you, her little hands slowly reaching up toward you, silently asking for you to pick her up.

There was no hesitation in your movements as you gently scooped her up, cradling her in your arms.

You settled her on your hip, feeling her small weight nestled against you. As she did, you noticed her hand reach up to your necklace, her fingers brushing it softly.

Alexia, still smiling at Sofía, turned to her with a warm gaze. “Te gustó el gol? Lo marqué solo para ti, mi niña” she said, her voice light and playful. (You liked the goal? I scored it just for you)

As she spoke, she planted several kisses on Sofía’s cheek, laughing as she threw her into the air, causing Sofía to giggle with delight.

In your arms, you felt Valentina stiffen, her small hands clutching your necklace with surprising strength, her fingers curling around it in a way that seemed almost frantic. The way she held on, made your stomach twist with unease.

There was something in the way Alexia spoke that stung—her words directed only at Sofía, with no regard for Valentina.

It felt as though Valentina hadn’t even been part of the moment, leaving her to silently fade into the background.

Your chest tightened, a flicker of frustration rising in your throat. Did Alexia really not see what she was doing? Did she not understand how much her words—and her attention—meant to Valentina, too?

You quietly hoped Alexia would realize the hurt she had caused, but it was becoming clear that she was so absorbed in the moment that she couldn’t see the quiet sadness building within Valentina… once again.

“Come on, mi amor, let’s go annoy Vicky” Alexia said to Sofí with a mischievous grin, as she started walking toward where Vicky stood and playfully slapped Vicky on the back of her head.

Valentina watched as her mami and sister walked away, a soft sigh escaping her lips. To distract her, you gently bounced her in your arms.

“Look, there’s tía Mapi!” you said with enthusiasm, pointing toward the field where Mapi was waving a Barça flag. “Let’s go see her” you added, hoping to lift her spirits.

Valentina’s face lit up the moment you mentioned Mapi, and she wiggled with excitement in your arms. Her small body was practically buzzing with anticipation.

With a soft laugh, you carefully set her down on the ground, and she didn’t hesitate for a second. Her little legs carried her swiftly across the field, her feet kicking up the grass as she ran toward Mapi.

The moment Mapi saw her coming, a warm smile spread across her face. She knelt down just in time, effortlessly scooping Valentina up into her arms, lifting her with ease.

Valentina’s face brightened as Mapi spun her around, her laughter blending with the buzz of the stadium.

As you watched the scene unfold before you, a heavy ache settled in your chest. It was in that moment that you knew something had to change.

You never thought you’d be in this position—having to address favoritism with Alexia. But the hurt in your daughter’s eyes was impossible to ignore.

You couldn’t just stand by and watch Valentina continue to feel like she came second in her mother’s eyes. It was time for a much needed conversation.

——

After the match, you headed home, your mind replaying the day’s events and every moment in the past few weeks when Alexia had left Valentina out, playing over and over like a looping film.

You couldn’t forget the quiet sadness in her eyes, the way her small hands clung to you for comfort every time she faced her mami’s rejection.

The moment you stepped inside, the routine began. Without a word, you and Alexia divided the girls between you—she took Sofia, and you took Valentina.

Tonight, more than anything, you wanted to make sure your little girl felt the love she so clearly needed, even if you knew deep down that what she needed most was her mami’s love.

You sat beside Valentina in her bed, her small body curled up beneath the blankets, but even as sleep tugged at her, you could still see the traces of the day’s disappointment lingering in her tired eyes.

Without a word, you reached out, gently brushing back the curls that had fallen across her face, your fingertips tracing soothing patterns along her warm skin.

“Tired, my love?” you asked softly, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead.

She hummed softly in response, her little arms stretching toward you, her tiny fingers opening and closing in a silent request for a hug.

You immediately leaned down, wrapping her in a warm, secure embrace. Her tiny arms found their way around your neck, holding you just as tightly, as if afraid to let go.

You held her close, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breathing, the steady warmth of her against you.

Then, in an attempt to lighten the moment, you pulled back slightly and let your fingers ghost over her sides, tickling just enough to earn the reaction you were hoping for.

A breathy giggle spilled from her lips, her small shoulders shaking as she tried to squirm away.

“There’s that little giggle I love so much” you murmured, smiling as you brushed your nose against hers, earning another soft laugh.

Valentina’s eyes, big and filled with affection, met yours. In that quiet moment, she reached out again, her small hand settling into your palm, gripping you as if she never wanted to let go.

“Te amo, mamá” she whispered, her voice delicate.

Your throat tightened, overcome with emotion, as you squeezed her tiny hand in yours. “I love you too, my darling” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “More than anything in the world”

She let out a satisfied sigh, her body sinking into the warmth of her blankets as sleep gradually settled in. Even as her breathing steadied, her small hand stayed curled around yours, unwilling to let go just yet.

You stayed with her for a bit longer, watching her chest rise and fall, taking in the calm of the moment.

Only when you were sure she was deep in sleep did you carefully slip your hand away, brushing one last kiss to her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room.

As you stepped into your room, you found Alexia already in bed, eyes glued to her phone like nothing had happened.

You lingered in the doorway, your frustration simmering dangerously close to boiling over.

She was fully focused on her screen, as if she hadn’t spent the whole night—or the past few weeks—ignoring Valentina’s pain.

Something in you snapped. Without hesitation, you strode over, yanked the phone from her hands, and tossed it to the other side of the bed with zero care. Alexia’s head snapped up, eyes wide in surprise, finally forced to acknowledge you.

“We need to talk, tonta” you said, your voice sharp with frustration.

Alexia blinked, clearly taken aback by your sudden outburst. “¿Qué está pasando?” she asked, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. (What’s going on?)

“Have you seen how you’ve been treating your daughter?” you asked, your voice tense as you stared at her.

“Qué? Sofí” Alexia asked, a frown forming as she tried to piece together what you were saying.

“No, not Sofí, Valentina!” you snapped, your patience running thin.

Alexia blinked at you, her brows furrowing in confusion. “Qué está pasando con Valentina?” She asked clearly not understanding. (What’s going on with Valentina?)

“Alexia, do you even remember you have two daughters? Not just one?” you asked frustrated “You’ve been so focused on Sofía and leaving Valentina out”

“That’s not true” she said, her voice defensive and filled with disbelief.

“It is true” you shot back, your voice cutting through the air. “You’ve been so consumed with Sofía’s football that Valentina’s been left behind. She asks for you, Alexia, but you’re never there. You’ve missed every single one of her gymnastics classes. Every. Single. One. It’s all about Sofía, and Valentina feels like she doesn’t even matter, you’re playing favorite Alexia”

For a moment, Alexia was silent, her face hardening, frustration crossing her features. “I’m not playing favorites” she muttered, her voice defensive. “Solo estoy tratando de ayudar a Sofía. Ella ama el fútbol y quiero apoyarla. Estoy haciendo lo que puedo” (I’m just trying to help Sofia. She loves football, and I want to support her. I’m doing what I can)

“I get that” you said, your voice firm but softer now. “But Valentina needs you too. She’s not asking for much, just a little of your time, a little of your attention. She’s four years old, Alexia. She needs her mami. And you’ve been so focused on Sofía that you’ve missed her crying out for you”

Alexia remained quiet for a moment, her gaze dropping to the floor as she processed your words. You could see the conflict in her eyes.

But then she scoffed lightly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I Los quiero a los dos por igual” she muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. “I’m not favoring Sofia. I don’t want to let her down”(I love them both equally)

“I’m not saying you don’t love them both equally, but you’re spending so much time with Sofía that you’re forgetting about Valentina, and you’re letting her down” you whispered, the pain in your voice unmistakable.

Alexia looked at you, her eyes softening just slightly, but she quickly blinked it away. “No estoy jugando a los favoritos” she repeated, her voice softer now, though her tone still carried a note of defensiveness. (I am not playing favorites)

“Fine, you’re not listening to me” you said, your heart sinking as you moved to your side of the bed and grabbed your pillows. “I can’t stay here tonight. You’re being stubborn and you’re not hearing what I’m trying to explain here”

You walked out of the room without waiting for her to respond, your footsteps echoing. You needed space, needed to get away from the pain, so you made your way to the living room to sleep, leaving Alexia to deal with the heaviness of the conversation you’d just had.

Upstairs, Alexia sat in silence, her mind racing. She loved her daughters more than anything and the idea that she was neglecting Valentina seemed impossible.

She thought of herself as a good mom—at least she believed she was—and she could never leave one of her daughters out, could she?

——

Over the next few days, you kept your distance from Alexia. Your responses were short, your words cold.

Every time she tried to get closer, you made sure there was space between you. The tension between you both grew thicker with each passing day.

It wasn’t just about being cold or ignoring Alexia—it was about making her feel what Valentina had felt: ignored, forgotten, invisible.

You hated the way Alexia had been prioritizing Sofía, always with her, always playing, always meeting her needs, while Valentina seemed to be forgotten.

You understood that Sofía also needed attention, and you were happy that Alexia was giving it to her, but it hurt to see Valentina being left behind in the process.

So, you kept your distance, ensuring Alexia felt exactly what Valentina felt every single time Alexia rejected her.

At breakfast, when she tried to engage in conversation, you responded with only one-word answers, turning your attention to your daughters instead.

When she sat next to you on the couch, trying to hold your hand, you’d pull back, leaving her hand suspended in the air, unacknowledged.

When she asked if you could spend some time together, you rejected her, saying you didn’t feel like it or that you were too busy.

Each time you saw the way her face fell, the hurt in her eyes, but you didn’t let it faze you. You wanted her to feel that emptiness, to understand what it was like to be dismissed, just as you felt Valentina had been.

Alexia, meanwhile, knew exactly why you were treating her this way, you were still mad at her. She could feel the coldness between you both, the growing space that had suddenly appeared.

But despite everything, she couldn’t shake the thought that maybe you were overreacting, that this was all a misunderstanding. She spent time with both her daughters. She played with Sofía, yes, but she also spent time with Valentina…

Didn’t they go to the park together once and get ice cream? Oh, no, that was with Sofía. But what about when they spent hours in the backyard playing football? But wait, that was also with Sofía… Valentina didn’t like football.

Alexia tried to recall a time she had spent one-on-one with Valentina, just the two of them, but she couldn’t think of anything specific. And then, it hit her—the realization slowly crept in. Maybe you were right.

And she was about to find out, the hard way, that you were indeed right.

——

One evening, after yet another strained, silent dinner preparation, you broke the silence. Your voice was even but distant, your back turned to Alexia as you stirred a pot on the stove.

“Can you get the girls? Dinner’s almost ready”

You didn’t look at her, didn’t give her even the smallest glance.

“Claro” she murmured, pushing her chair back.

As she made her way down the hall toward Sofí’s room, she was about to push the slightly open door when Valentina’s small voice reached her ears.

“Can you teach me football?”

Alexia stopped, her fingers hovering over the door handle.

Sofi, who was lying on her stomach coloring, looked up at her little sister in confusion. “Why? You don’t even like football”

Valentina sat cross-legged beside her, gripping a crayon tightly in her small hand. “Because if I play football, Mami will love me again!” she declared, her voice filled with pride, clearly proud of her idea.

The words hit Alexia harder than she could have ever prepared for. Her breath caught, her stomach twisted painfully, and she suddenly felt like the floor had been ripped out from under her.

Her own daughter believed she didn’t love her… She had failed—failed as a mother. How had she let this happen?

She swallowed against the lump in her throat, blinking back tears before slowly pushing the door open.

“Niñas, la cena está lista” she said, forcing her voice to sound normal, but it cracked anyway. (Girls, dinner’s ready)

Both girls sprang to their feet, giggling as they dashed past Alexia, their laughter echoing down the hall and disappearing down the stairs.

But Alexia didn’t move. She remained rooted to the spot, her hands trembling at her sides, her mind reeling from what she had just heard.

As you sat at the table, you noticed that Alexia hadn’t come in with the girls. You glanced toward the hallway, a frown tugging at your brow.

“Where’s Mami?” you asked, looking at Valentina and Sofi.

They both shrugged, already too focused on their food to notice.

You let out a sigh and pushed your chair back. “Be good, alright? I’ll be right back” you told the girls as they nodded in response.

You found Alexia in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knees, her hands gripping her face.

“Alexia?” you called softly, your tone no longer sharp but careful.

She lifted her head slowly, and the moment your eyes met, something inside you wavered.

Her face was streaked with silent tears, her eyes glassy and full of pain. She looked utterly broken.

You hesitated. You were still angry by her actions. But this? Seeing her like this—seeing her completely unravel—made your heart clench.

“Valentina…” she choked out, but her voice broke into a quiet sob.

Without thinking, you stepped forward and sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

She turned into you immediately, pressing her face into your neck, her body shaking with each quiet cry.

You exhaled softly, resting your cheek against her hair as you held her.

After a moment, she pulled back, her hands rubbing at her red, tear-stained face. “She thinks I don’t love her anymore” she whispered, her voice trembling. “La escuché hablando con Sofi. Ella piensa… que tiene que jugar al fútbol para que yo la ame de nuevo” (I heard her talking to Sofi. She thinks… she has to play football so I’ll love her again)

You were stunned by her words. You knew things had gotten bad, but you hadn’t realized that Valentina felt like her mami didn’t love her anymore.

Despite the shock, you reached up and gently cupped her face. “It’s okay” you whispered, your voice soft. “You can still fix this” you reassured her, trying to offer comfort.

Alexia swallowed hard, searching your eyes. “Lo crees? Cómo?” (You think so? How?)

“Tienes que hablar con ella” you said, your voice firm but kind. “She needs to hear it from you. And then you need to show her—spend time with her, be there for her. She needs to know she matters just as much as Sofi” (You need to talk to her)

Alexia nodded quickly, determination flickering through her sadness. “Lo haré. Te lo juro que lo haré” (I will. I swear I will)

“Actions speak louder than words, Ale” you reminded her gently.

“Lo sé” she breathed. “Lo sé” (I know)

After a few seconds, she spoke again, her voice soft. “Lo siento, lo siento mucho, mi amor… Te prometo que lo haré mejor” she said desperately. (I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, mi amor… I promise I’ll do better)

You nodded, offering her reassurance. “It’s alright, I know you will, but I’m not the one you need to apologize to” you said gently, and she nodded in understanding.

She sat there for a few moments, grounding herself before standing up. ““Vamos a bajar… pero primero debería lavarme la cara” she muttered. (Let’s go back downstairs…. But I should wash my face first)

You nodded lightly and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Extrañé tus besos” she said with a small smile, and you let out a soft giggle at her words before making your way back downstairs. (I missed gour kisses)

When Alexia finally returned to the kitchen, her face still had a hint of redness.

She passed by both of her daughters, planting a kiss on each of their cheeks, and playfully blew a raspberry on Valentina’s cheek.

Valentina shrieked in laughter, her tiny hands pushing at Alexia’s face. “Mami!” she giggled, squirming in her seat.

Alexia smiled at her, her heart swelling at the sound.

After Alexia sat down at the table and began eating, she spoke up softly, “Valentina?”

Her daughter turned to her, still grinning. “Hmm?”

“¿Tienes gimnasia mañana, verdad?” Alexia asked softly, surprising you a little that she even remembered which day Valentina had her class. (You have gymnastics tomorrow, right?)

Valentina’s smile widened. “Yeah!”

Alexia took a deep breath. “Can I come see?”

Valentina’s whole body froze. Her eyes grew impossibly wide, and she blinked rapidly, as if she didn’t believe what she just heard.

“Really?” she whispered, almost afraid to get her hopes up.

Alexia gave her the warmest smile she could. “Really”

The reaction was instant. Valentina gasped, her hands clapping together in excitement. “Mami’s coming to my class!” she squealed, twisting in her seat to look at you as if you were the one who needed to confirm it. “Mami’s really coming?”

You smiled softly at her enthusiasm. “She is”

Alexia’s heart ached as she watched the sheer excitement on Valentina’s face, realizing that something as simple as attending her gymnastics class meant so much to her.

She felt the weight of her guilt, knowing it was a small gesture, yet Valentina’s joy made it seem so much bigger.

Despite the guilt gnawing at her, Alexia couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of her daughter’s happiness softening the heavy feeling in her chest.

Sofi, who had been quietly eating, looked up curiously. “Can I come too?” she asked, glancing between you and Valentina.

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… I don’t know. I think it’s up to Valentina. It’s her class, after all.”

Valentina’s face lit up even more, if that was even possible. She nodded eagerly. “¡Sí! Sofi también! Que venga todo el mundo! (Yes! Sofi too! Everyone come!)

You all laughed at her excitement, the warmth of the moment wrapping around each of you.

Alexia’s hand slid under the table, her fingers lightly grazing your knee. A quiet thank you. A silent plea for forgiveness. You let her hand rest there.

——

After dinner, the house fell quiet, and it was time for bed. Alexia took charge of Valentina’s bedtime routine while you handled Sofi’s.

After brushing her teeth, you tucked her into bed, and she snuggled under the blanket. You smiled softly, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Goodnight, mama. I love you” Sofía said softly.

“I love you too, baby” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and holding it for a moment. Then, you quietly got up and left the room, heading to check on Valentina.

As you walked past Valentina’s door, you paused, hearing the low murmur of voices. You leaned gently against the doorframe, not wanting to intrude but unable to tear yourself away from the tender conversation unfolding inside.

Valentina sat on Alexia’s lap, and Alexia’s voice was gentle, filled with a warmth that only a mother’s love could convey. “Valentina” she said softly.

“I need you to know something. I love you more than anything, no matter what. You don’t have to play football, or do anything else, for me to love you. Eres mi pequeña, y nada cambiará eso”(You’re my little girl, and nothing will ever change that)

There was a small pause before Valentina’s voice responded “You really love me even if I don’t play football, mami?” she asked, her voice small and uncertain.

Alexia’s voice softened even further, her words heavy with sorrow. “Of course I do, mi amor. I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t enough. Estoy aquí para ti, siempre, así como estoy para Sofía. Te lo prometo, nada cambiará lo mucho que te amo” (I’m here for you, always, just like I’m here for Sofia. I promise, nothing will ever change how much I love you)

Valentina stood up from her mother’s lap and carefully wrapped her arms around Alexia’s shoulders, giving her a tight hug. “Te amo, mami” she whispered, and you felt a lump form in your throat as your eyes started to well up.

“Te quiero hasta el infinito y más allá, nena” Alexia whispered back, her voice full of warmth, like a gentle embrace. “¿Quieres venir a dormir con mama y conmigo esta noche? Podemos abrazarnos” (I love you to the moon and back. Do you want to come sleep with mami and me tonight? We can cuddle)

“Yes!” Valentina said, her voice full of excitement. You smiled, feeling your heart lighten as you heard Alexia’s soft laugh, making everything feel a little better.

You watched as Alexia stood up with Valentina in her arms, throwing her in the air a little, making Valentina laugh loudly.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of calm wash over you as you made your way back to your room, waiting for your girls to join you.

When Alexia finally entered the room with Valentina in her arms, you looked up from your phone to see them together.

Alexia carefully placed Valentina beside you, her eyes filled with affection as she settled next to you.

“Hi, mama! I’m sleeping with you and mami tonight!” Valentina said happily as you smiled brightly at her and set your phone on the nightstand.

“Can Sofi join us too? We can have a sleepover!” she asked eagerly, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course” you replied with a smile, and Valentina, full of energy, immediately hopped off the bed and ran to Sofi’s room.

You and Alexia shared a laugh, the sound of it filling the room. You leaned in, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. “I overheard your conversation with Valentina” you whispered, “I love you”

Alexia smiled gently before pressing a kiss to your lips. “Te amo también, amor. Estoy arreglando las cosas” she whispered against your lips. (I love you too, amor. I’m making things right)

When Valentina and Sofia finally came rushing into the room, their giggles filling the air, you helped them both climb onto the bed, settling between you and Alexia.

The girls laughed and wriggled around, their tiny voices echoing in the room as they snuggled close. The four of you cuddled together, the peaceful night surrounding you.

——

Over the next few days, Alexia’s efforts were clear. She had made a conscious decision to make more time for Valentina and prioritize their bond.

Every morning before she headed out to training, Alexia made sure to sit with Valentina at the breakfast table.

She would ask about her day ahead, listening attentively to every word, making sure Valentina felt heard and valued.

“Dormiste bien?” Alexia would ask, her voice soft as she poured cereal into Valentina’s bowl. (Did you sleep well?)

“Yes, mama. I had a dream about the beach”Valentina would reply, her eyes bright with excitement.

Alexia would smile, brushing a stray piece of hair from Valentina’s face. “Eso suena como un sueño encantador. Tal vez podamos ir pronto” (That sounds like a lovely dream. Maybe we can go soon)

Even when Alexia was rushing to get ready for the day, she always took a few extra minutes to make sure Valentina knew she was important, no matter what else was going on.

It wasn’t just about spending time; it was about making Valentina feel special, seen, and loved.

In the afternoons, when school was done, Alexia would often join Valentina and Sofia on the floor, playing with their dolls. They’d create little families, weaving stories together as they went along.

“This is Mami” Alexia would say, holding up a doll with a smile. “Y ella nos va a hacer una gran cena esta noche. ¿Qué deberíamos cenar?” (And she’s going to make us a big dinner tonight. What should we have?)

“Ice cream!” Valentina would shout, her eyes wide with excitement.

Alexia would laugh, letting the joy of the moment fill the room. “Yes!! Helado! La fiesta del Helado! ” She would shout in a high-pitched voice, and together, they’d continue making up their own little world of make-believe. (Yes! Ice cream! Ice cream party )

Weekends had become family time for Alexia. She had cleared her schedule and was determined to spend it with both her daughters.

One Saturday, Alexia attended Valentina’s gymnastics practice, cheering her on with a loud, proud voice from the sidelines.

When Valentina performed her routine perfectly, Alexia’s pride was palpable. She rushed to her daughter, scooping her up in her arms and spinning her around.

“You were incredible!” Alexia cheered, her face glowing with pride. “¡Estoy tan orgullosa de ti!” (I’m so proud of you!)

Valentina giggled, holding on tight. “I did it, mama!”

At home, after a long day, Alexia would sit with Valentina and read her favorite books. Sometimes they would color, or Valentin would teach Alexia how to make bracelets. Valentina loved those quiet moments together, and would often sneak in a hug.

“Mami, te amo” Valentina would whisper, her small arms wrapping around Alexia’s neck.

“Te amo tambien, mi amor” Alexia would say softly, holding her tight.

You could see the changes in Alexia. She was more present now, more attentive to Valentina’s needs.

The little girl no longer hesitated to ask for her time or affection, and it was clear to everyone that the bond between them was growing stronger.

One Sunday afternoon, after a particularly busy week, the four of you spent the day outside in the sun.

Alexia had set up a mini football game, but she made sure to include Valentina this time, handing her the ball with a smile.

“¡Vale, Valentina, tu turno! ¡Patealo hacia la portería!” Alexia encouraged, her voice full of excitement. (Okay, Valentina, your turn! Kick it toward the goal)

Valentina hesitated for a moment, then kicked the ball with all her might. It sailed through the air and landed in the goal with a soft thud. Alexia and Sofia cheered loudly, their voices ringing out in pure joy.

“Lo hiciste!” Alexia shouted, scooping Valentina up and spinning her around in the air. (You did it!)

“I did it, mama! I scored!” Valentina laughed, her face glowing with pride.

Alexia looked at you, her eyes full of love. “She’s amazing” she said softly, before turning back to Valentina. “Eres increíble, mi amor” (You’re incredible, mi amor)

You stood back and watched the moment unfold, your heart swelling with pride. Alexia had found a way to show Valentina how much she was loved and valued—not through big gestures, but through these small, everyday moments.

She was making sure both her girls knew that they were the center of her world, and nothing could ever change that.

In that moment, as you watched Alexia with Valentina and Sofía, you felt a sense of peace. You knew that Alexia had finally found a balance—one that allowed her to be present for her family without sacrificing the love and attention they all deserved.

This was family. This was what it meant to be whole.

FIN

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alexia putellas x reader

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You’re 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 ex—World 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 detail—her 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 rude—how 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. 

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 haven’t seen it, but I’d bet that it’s the most beautiful smile in the world x), you didn’t think she’d do anything about it. 

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 Alexia’s smile was indeed the most beautiful smile in the world. 

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. 

You were never a quitter though. So you kept on texting her, asking if she wanted to go for another date. 

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.

“Y/N,” she grabbed your face in her hands, gently rubbing your cheeks, her laughter fading into a gentle, warm smile on her face. “You’ve been so patient with my grumpiness. That is a talent.”

“Ale, I really like you,” you chuckled. “That includes your grumpiness.”

“I’m not always like this,” 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 ACL—the injury that caused her to lose sight of the world for a bit.

“I was just so angry with the world, even now that I’ve 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 don’t really trust people so easily; people usually want something from me. I didn’t know what you wanted from me.”

“Ale… I had no idea who you were,” you gave her a sheepish smile. “Which might be stupid of me, now that I think about it. I mean, I should know you, shouldn’t I? You’ve won that balloon football award or whatever and it’s ridiculous that I have no idea who—”

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. “I don’t care that you don’t know who I am, Y/N. In fact, I love it. You treat me so normally. Eres mi favorita.”

You couldn’t help the grin on your face. “Am I? You wanna be my girlfriend then, Putellas?”

When all she did was flash you her signature smirk, her eyebrows raised, and an “ask me in a more romantic way, por favor” thrown your way—that was when you realized that you’d 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.

—

Being Alexia’s girlfriend—or wag, as you learned of the term on the internet—was 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 weren’t that familiar with football, having only been to ten games in total. You knew the rules, you knew a couple of Alexia’s teammates after stalking them online (you two were still keeping your relationship a secret from everyone else), but that was mostly it. 

So you didn’t 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 couldn’t quite place where you’ve seen her before though.

“Who do you know on the team?” her voice brought you out of your daydream, wracking your brain on why she looked familiar.

“Uhm,” you stuttered. Right. This was the friends and family section, you couldn’t sit here if you didn’t know anyone. “Alexia.”

Jenni was surprised, you could tell with the way her eyes widened for a split second, not expecting your answer. “Friend of Ale’s, huh?”

You didn’t like how she said your girlfriend’s 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. You’ve 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 wasn’t 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.

“You’re her teammate, yeah?”

Jenni turned back to look at you, nodding. “I don’t play for Barça anymore, but we still play on the national team together.”

“Cool.” 

Jenni gave a small laugh. “You don’t know much about football, do you?”

You grimaced, “Is it that obvious?”

“Don’t worry about it,” 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. “It’s just that—not trying to sound arrogant or anything—but 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 you’re probably not a Culer.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Culer?”

“Fans of the club.”

“Ah.” 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 Alexia’s 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 neck—not that you minded, you had always felt so content being pressed up against Alexia.

“Mi amor,” she cooed, looking down to face you, her hand finding its way to its favourite resting place on your cheek. “When did you learn that?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, starting to feel a bit insecure at this whole thing. “Well, we’ve been dating for three months now—next week it would be four—and I still don’t know shit about football, but, Ale… I’d be a Culer for you.”

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).

“You’re perfect, did you know? I love you whether you’re a Culer or not.”

“Hm,” you pretended to be deep in thought. “Then what if I become a Real Madrid fan?”

Alexia gave you an unimpressed look. “Don’t push it.”

“I’m going to Madrid next week with a couple of my friends and maybe I could catch a game—”

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. You’d 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 didn’t know just how important Jenni was to Alexia.)

—

Jenni was in town for a couple of days, you’d later learn.

You would usually go to Alexia’s after you were done for the day, mostly spending the night at hers. That was why Alexia ended up giving you a spare key—so you would be able to come as you please.

It wasn’t unusual for you to have to use your spare key. What was unusual was the sight of Jenni sitting on your girlfriend’s couch, looking surprised at you barging into your girlfriend’s home.

“Hi…” you gave an awkward small wave at her, closing the door behind you as you slowly stepped inside the apartment.

“Oh! Y/N, right?” Jenni stood up to face you and you could tell that this was very much awkward for her as it was for you. “Nice to meet you again.”

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. “Is… Alexia here?”

“I have no idea where she is honestly,” at that you couldn’t help the way your eyebrows rose to the top of your head. “I’m in Barcelona for a couple of days. I was supposed to meet her tomorrow morning for breakfast but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. So I figured I’d meet her tonight instead. I have an extra key so…”

You didn’t like what you were hearing at all, but you kept your cool. That was the jealousy inside of you, you knew this. Jenni’s a friend. You really should tone down your green-eyed monster.

“What are you doing here?” It was Jenni’s turn to ask you. 

“I, too, have a spare key,” you intended to joke about the situation, but your tone felt off and Jenni can sense it too. 

Jenni had a lot of questions, you could tell. It was easy to read the emotions on her face. 

You had to remind yourself that she didn’t know you were dating Alexia. She didn’t 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 friend’s house at 10 pm, with her own sets of keys nonetheless.

Wanting to get out of the awkward situation, you excused yourself, saying you’d meet Alexia some other time, bidding Jenni goodbye.

You texted Alexia a simple good night once you settled in your bed. 

When Alexia responded back with a short text back, sweet dreams, mi amor, and not a phone call asking why you weren’t in her bed, you let that feeling of uneasiness return to the surface.

—

You didn’t 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.

“Bon dia,” Alexia whispered, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you to her. “I missed you last night.”

You turned around to burrow your face into her collarbones, letting out a content sigh. “Missed you too.”

“Jenni told me you visited my place but left immediately.”

At the mention of her name, you froze. What a way to ruin the moment. “Yeah,” was all you replied, which was weird to Alexia considering how talkative you were in the mornings.

“Why didn’t you wait for me, bebita? You always wait for me even when I’m not home.”

You shrugged, “Jenni was there already.”

Alexia went still for a moment, which you thought was odd.

You wanted so badly to keep quiet, but the 

nagging feelings that you couldn’t shake grew stronger. “She has a spare key too. Do you just go around giving keys to your apartment to everyone? I thought I was special,” you chuckled, meaning it to be a joke, waiting for Alexia to respond with her usual snarky retort.

When Alexia didn’t say anything, you pulled back from her, looking up to stare at her face. She was looking anywhere but you.

“Ale? I’m only kidding. I know she’s your friend.”

Alexia cleared her throat, “You see…” 

You sat up, something about her tone brought up that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Jenni’s my ex.”

Ah. That definitely burst the bubble you’d carefully created.

You gave a bitter laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “So your ex still has a key to your place,” you stated. You were about to swallow your sentence when you suddenly felt anger rising in your chest with how blindsided you were. “Did she spend the night?”

Alexia looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You felt sick.

“That’s a yes.”

“Amor…”

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.

“Y/N, it’s not what you think—”

“Your ex still has a key to your place and she stayed the night,” you were mostly repeating it to yourself, trying to wrap your head around the fact somehow.

“She slept on the couch!” Alexia interjected. “Nothing happened, amor, I swear.”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You didn’t want to fight with Alexia. Besides, deep down you knew that Alexia wasn’t the type of person to be unfaithful.

“Okay,” you relented, opening your fridge with the aim of making breakfast, trying to busy yourself with something that wasn’t looking at your girlfriend.

Alexia didn’t seem convinced that you’d drop the subject just like that. “There's nothing going on between Jenni and I. She's a good friend.”

You grabbed an empty bowl. “Okay.” You scooped some yogurt out of its jar and placed a spoonful in your bowl. Jenni’s a good friend. Just a friend.

“Mi vida… I know it’s… weird? To still be friends with an ex, but…”

You poured some granola on top of your yogurt. Who the hell stayed friends with their ex? Alexia. Sweet, lovely Alexia. 

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.

“I trust you, Ale,” you sighed. “If you say she’s a good friend, then I trust you.” 

She went up behind you and rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms encircling your waist. “I love you,” she whispered into your shoulder, placing a kiss on the exposed skin. “I really do. Jenni and I broke up ages ago.”

They broke up ages ago. That was grand. You were fine. People stayed friends with their ex and nothing happened. Right?

When you didn’t say anything else, just continuing to stare at your breakfast, Alexia poked your side. “Hey,” she placed a peck on your back. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad, love.” More like jealous. Or fucking devastated that your girlfriend’s ex was a sexy footballer just like herself. How could you ever compete with that?

“Y/N,” Alexia’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. “Babygirl.”

At that you couldn’t help the laughter that escaped your lips. You turned around to face her, her arms stayed trapping you against the counter. “Please don't call me that ever again.”

“Why?” Alexia smirked, her face inching closer to yours. 

“I hate it, Ale, por favor,” you groaned. 

Alexia grinned at you, pecking your lips “Hm. I love when you speak Spanish.”

And when Alexia kissed you, any thoughts of your girlfriend’s ex escaped your brain completely. 

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.

—

Apparently it wasn’t Alexia you had to worry about. It was yourself. You were your own worst enemy and all that.

You didn’t mean to let the thoughts run loose.

When Jenni left for Mexico, you were elated. No more running into your girlfriend’s ex and no more ex-girlfriend trying to steal your girlfriend’s time away from you.

You didn’t 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 Portugal… 

You felt like you were going crazy.

You knew you were being dumb, but you couldn’t help it. You didn't think that Alexia would cheat on you—that possibility never crossed your mind.

You just couldn’t 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 together—Alexia’s injury, the issue with the Spanish Federation—they 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 wouldn’t step foot inside a football match if your girlfriend wasn't on the team.

You didn’t get this world of hers and you knew that you never would. 

Unlike Jenni. This was her world already. 

They'd be perfect together—they 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 weren’t. 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 couldn’t handle it if Alexia came to the same realization as you—that 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.

—

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 must’ve 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 wasn’t 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. 

Quickly putting her car into park, she tried to regulate her breathing and convinced herself that you were fine. 

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 weren’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t contact any of your friends because she didn’t know them.

She took a deep breath and willed herself to focus on where you could be. The café you work at, perhaps? But it was a Sunday and you didn’t work on Sundays because Alexia didn’t 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 never—

“Ale?” you couldn’t help the surprise in your tone. “Aren’t you supposed to still be at camp?”

Alexia jumped a foot in the air, mostly because she didn’t hear you come in and was scared shitless but also because oh my god, she could finally breathe now that you were okay. 

Alexia immediately wrapped her arms around you, she felt like she never wanted to let you go. Ever. “And you’re supposed to reply to my calls, amor.”

Well. 

“My phone’s broken.”

Alexia pulled back and looked at you, her face telling you that she didn’t quite believe you. 

“My phone’s lost…?” 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. “I’m just glad you’re okay, mi vida. I was really worried.”

You felt even guiltier now. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d be.”

You were taken aback at the look of pure disbelief on Alexia’s face at your words. You really didn’t think she’d worry about you—with having to go to training everyday, hanging out with her national teammates, having Jenni around.

“That’s…” Alexia shook her head, trying to get her words out. “That’s ridiculous, amor. Why would I not be worried about you?”

You shrugged. “You’re busy, love. I’d understand.”

Alexia quickly shook her head, you were afraid she'd get whiplash with how frantic her movements were. “I am always busy during camp, sí, but never too busy enough for you? Did I do something to make you feel like I would not have time for you? I didn’t realize—”

Now it was your turn to silence her with a kiss, which was a rare occurrence—cool, calm Alexia never rambled.

You felt her sigh against your mouth, her whispers of a soft “te amo mucho” made you go completely limp in her arms.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you reassured her. “It’s just me, don’t worry about it.”

“I will always have time for you and I will always worry about you. Because I love you.”

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. “I love you too, Ale. I’m sorry for worrying you.”

She was still looking at you with worry etched on her face. “Anything else on your pretty mind?” 

You felt that if you voiced your thoughts out loud, you’d sound like a crazy, jealous girlfriend and you didn’t want that. So you simply said nothing and laid your head on her chest.

This was fine. You were in Alexia’s arms. Jenni was far away in Mexico. (Well, Portugal right now, but she’d eventually return to Mexico).

You promised yourself you wouldn't let your insane, full of jealousy thoughts ruin what you had with Alexia.

—

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 friends—just casually mentioning that you were seeing someone, but not necessarily specifying who exactly you were dating—the 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t seen the pictures yet.

“Ale,” you called out, giving her a weak smile as she turned her head towards you.

“Hola, mi amor,” Alexia instantly furrowing her brows at the sight of you sitting on the couch. “Whats wrong?”

You hated how she could read you so well. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”

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. 

It was silent for a minute or so, alexia tapping away on your phone. 

“Lo siento,” Alexia pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I already restricted the comments on your Instagram, you shouldn’t be dealing with all that. People can be a bit… much sometimes.”

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.

“Is it that bad?” you voiced out, pulling back so you could see Alexia’s face. She looked surprisingly calm. “Babe, how are you so calm about this?”

“The comments on your posts are a lot, but I didn’t read them,” Alexia said simply. “It 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.”

You smiled at how thoughtful she was. You really loved her. “You don't have to shield me from anything, Ale. I can handle a few nasty comments. You also haven’t answered my question.”

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. “What question?”

“How you’re so calm about all of this.”

“Ah,” you can feel Alexia's chuckle and you turn around. You were now facing her again (your favorite thing to do—who would ever be tired of staring at Alexia’s face). You placed both of your hands on her face and ran your fingers through her jaw. “I’m anything but calm, bebita. You should feel my heart.”

“I can feel it.”

“Then you know I’m not calm.”

“You are the epitome of calm right now, baby,” 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. “I’m scared. That is the truth. I’m 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.”

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.

“I love you, Ale. You have me. Always.”

—

The next few weeks passed by in a blur. You finally got introduced to Alexia’s friends—Alexia brought you to Lucy and Ona’s 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 Alexia’s 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?

—

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 wouldn’t 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 she’d 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 didn’t 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. You’ve spent hours down the rabbit hole of reading their history on some blog. 

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 wasn’t going to think you were silly. 

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. 

But as your sweet girlfriend celebrated on the pitch with her ex’s 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. 

You and Alexia’s 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? 

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 wouldn’t 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.

—

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 other’s ears as you let Alexia do whatever she wanted to you.

You felt loved, but you still couldn’t shake the nagging feeling in your chest that Alexia could love Jenni better.

—

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 it’d blow up to an argument.

You went out with your friends for lunch, promising Alexia that you’d 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 hadn’t noticed you coming in.

You went straight to the kitchen, rummaging around your fridge to look for something to do. You weren’t 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 didn’t mean any harm, but it got too much.

Before your thoughts wandered further, you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist.

“I didn’t hear you get in.”

You hummed, looking at the ingredients in front of you. Guess you were making some banana bread.

You could feel Alexia’s gaze on you as you basically ignored her. Alexia always knew when something was up with you.

“Is everything okay? Why are you baking?”

You shrugged, getting the necessary equipment from the cupboard.

“Y/N?”

“I just feel like baking,” you didn’t mean to sound curt. Alexia immediately loosened her grip on you, leaning against the counter as she searched for your eyes. 

“Okay… Well, do you want me to help?”

“Not really.” You knew you weren’t being fair—Alexia didn’t do anything wrong—but 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. 

You paused for a second before blurting out, “Why didn't you want anyone to know about us?”

Alexia froze. The conversation thrown around during lunch earlier kept echoing in your head.

“Was keeping it a secret Alexia’s idea?”

“Why though? Is she ashamed of you or something?”

“Is it true that she used to date Jenni Hermoso?”

“If I used to date Jenni Hermoso then I would never—well, I wouldn’t say downgrade, but…”

“Hey, that’s just mean! Alexia didn’t downgrade with Y/N!”

“You’re seriously picking Y/N over Jenni Hermoso? Y/N, you know I love you, but let’s be serious for a second.”

“Ale, are you embarrassed of me?”

“What?” Alexia was taken aback at your question, a bewildered look settling on her face. “I am not embarrassed of you. Where is this coming from?”

You scoffed. “Then why didn’t you want people to know about us? About me?”

Alexia was speechless for a second, not expecting that this was where the conversation was going. “Because my world can be harsh and I just want to protect you from it. I told you this, amor. We’ve had this conversation before.”

While that used to sound sweet, now it just irritated you.

“Yeah, but I can handle it.”

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 off—none of their opinions matter to you. 

Your girlfriend’s opinions matter to you.

“Glad to know you think so highly of me,” 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. “It’s not that I don’t 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,” you hoped she didn’t notice how you immediately stiffen. “I didn’t have to worry so much because she knew how it was—”

You suddenly were so irritated at the reminder of Jenni that you snapped. “I know I’m not Jenni!”

Alexia was surprised at your sudden outburst.

“Qué? I know you are not her—”

“But you wish I was.” 

Alexia looked so taken aback at your accusation that you immediately felt guilty for ever saying it.

“…What?”

But it seems that despite the guilt you felt, the pent up anger inside you was overflowing, desperate to let itself out.

“Jenni is perfect, Jenni plays football, Jenni can handle the media, Jenni knows all your friends and family. Everyone likes Jenni better than me!”

“Amor, no! That’s— Where is this coming from?”

You almost wished you didn’t mention any of this in the first place with the way Alexia was looking at you like a blindsided, kicked puppy. 

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.

“You’re still good friends with your ex, Ale,” was all you could come up with.

“…Yes? We went through a lot together; she was a big part of my life.” At that you rolled your eyes. Obviously she was a big part of Alexia’s life. Weren’t 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, “It wasn't a bad breakup... We just decided that we were better off as friends.”

Honestly, you’ve had enough of hearing about Jenni.

“That’s 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 ex’s 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 god’s sake Ale, she's hot! I get it! I do! And she’s 5’9 and I’m not—”

“Amor, stop,” Alexia interrupted your rambling, stepping closer to you but you didn't let her, shaking your head and taking a step away. “Y/N, I had no idea you felt that way—”

“It’s stupid. Forget it.” Embarrassment filled your cheeks.

“No, no, it’s not. It’s not stupid if you feel that way, my love. I’m so, so sorry that I didn't realize how this was making you feel.”

You sighed. It wasn’t Alexia’s 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.

—

An hour into your aimless walk, you realized that you didn’t bring your phone with you, which meant you couldn’t Uber your way back home.

You realized that this meant you couldn’t 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 someone’s phone, call Alexia, and wait until she picked you up.

But that would mean a random stranger would have Alexia’s number on their phone. You didn’t know if people would recognize you and put two and two together on who you were calling. You didn’t want to take that risk.

You could call one of your friends, but you didn’t remember any of their numbers.

The only number you knew by heart was Alexia’s. 

Placing your hands over your face, you took a deep breath and pushed back the stinging feeling behind your eyes. You couldn’t cry. You really wanted to because of how pathetic you were, but you couldn’t. You’d 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 someone’s 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 weren’t 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.

“Fuck.”

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 weren’t such a jealous girlfriend, you wouldn’t be in this situation. You wouldn’t be questioning her decade-long friendship with one of her best friends.

You wouldn’t—

“Amor!”

You whipped your head up and despite the water blocking your eyesight, you could always tell that it was your girlfriend’s 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. 

Alexia pulled back and you could tell that she had been crying too. Great. You felt a million times worse now.

“What the hell are you doing?! You didn’t have your phone with you, I didn’t know where you were!” 

“I’m sorry,” you cried out, your voice barely audible due to the heavy patter of the rain. “I walked for a long time and I ended up here and it was an hour away and I didn’t have my phone, I couldn’t 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 it’s all my fault! And now you’re here, I don’t know how you managed to find me but I’m so glad you’re here and oh my god—we’re both probably gonna be sick. I’m sorry! I love you, Ale, I’m so sorry!”

“Hey, hey,” Alexia cooed, placing her forehead against yours. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re okay. I love you too, please stop crying, mi amorcita. It’s okay.”

You took a deep breath, which didn’t end up helping because having water fall over your head made breathing a bit harder. 

Alexia placed a kiss on your forehead, standing up and pulling you against her.

You felt yourself sag against her, Alexia holding you upright. “Can we go home? I’m really cold.”

“Of course, mi vida. Let’s go home.”

—

Once you got into Alexia’s 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.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?”

Alexia placed her hands on your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

“I’m ruining your leather seats. Your car is ruined.”

Alexia let out a laugh. You looked at her like she was crazy. “Stop laughing at me,” you cried out. “Ale.”

“Oh, bebé,” Alexia tugged you across the console, wanting to pull you close once more. “I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

“Then?”

“You’re too cute, you know? This will all dry up, amor. Besides, you’re not the only one whose clothes are wet. Look at me.”

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.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Now we’re both gonna freeze to death.”

Alexia simply placed a kiss on your cheek, putting the car in gear. “I won’t let you freeze to death.”

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 didn’t know what state you would be in had Alexia not found you. 

“Ale.” 

She looked at you for a split second before redirecting her gaze on the road. “Hm?”

“How did you even find me?”

You saw the smirk before she could answer. “It’s called telepathy, amor.”

“Ale. I’m serious.”

“I’m serious too,” Alexia shrugged, a coy smile on her lips. “It’s our connection, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes at her antics. “Whatever. Idiota.”

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 didn’t let go of her hand all the way home.

—

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 weren’t ‘mad’ at her, just ‘annoyed’.)

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.

“Can I still sleep with you or should I stay in the guest bedroom?”

You gestured for her to join you on the bed, relief falling on Alexia’s face as she approached you. 

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.

“Can we talk about it?” Alexia whispered.

You didn’t 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 months—how you knew Alexia loved you, but oftentimes your thoughts took over and convinced you that Alexia couldn’t love you fully, not really. Especially knowing that she could have someone as perfect as Jenni.

“Y/N, I don’t want Jenni. I’m not in love with her anymore. You have to believe me.”

“But she’s… she’s perfect for you.”

“You’re perfect for me. It’s you I’m in love with. It’s you I love, Y/N.”

You turned around at the way Alexia’s 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. “Please don’t cry, Ale. I’m sorry—“

“Don’t apologize,” Alexia interjected. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby. I’m just sad because you can’t see how amazing you are. It pains me that you don’t see yourself the way I see you.”

“I guess I just can't wrap my head around the fact that you can have someone like Jenni, yet you’re choosing to be with someone like me.”

“Hey, don't be mean to my girlfriend,” Alexia turned serious, staring right into your eyes as she speak. “She’s perfect to me. She’s the only one I’ll ever want. Ever.”

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.

“You promise that you’ll love me even though I’m nowhere near as good as Jenni at football and I’m not as famous as her—Ale, I don’t have a World Cup trophy…”

“Y/N, my love, of course I do. I promise. I love you. I do, with all my heart.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “I’m still going to have my insecurities. They’re not going away just like that.”

“I understand, amor,” Alexia placed her hands on your cheeks, caressing them gently, you could feel her love for you seeping from her fingers. “I’ll tell you everyday that you're all I’ll ever need until you believe me.”

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.

—

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 around—the happiness radiating from the two of you clearly visible.

The cherry on top was the caption underneath:

special numbers today in honour of my girl’s birthday. te amo mucho, amor @y/n 🥰❤️

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.

“What are you daydreaming about?”

“Nothing,” you shrugged, a cheeky smile on your face. “Just thinking about how dumb you look with that birthday hat on.”

“Hey! This is all for you, amor!”

You laughed at her pout, the pointy birthday hat still sitting on top of her head. 

You were at one of the fanciest restaurants in Barcelona. Everyone was wearing a fancy dress—you 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, “anything to make you smile” 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 weren’t a World Champion, you weren’t 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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Sweaty hugs - Alexia Putellas

Alexia Putellas x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Alexia comes home from a rather hot practice, she makes it her goal to dirty you up so you can shower with her.

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: Sorry I have been inactive but here is a small cute fic to make up for it?

"Ewww get off of me!" You shout and groan as a sweaty blonde lays on top of your clean body.

It was late in the afternoon, Alexia had practice late and the weather was rather hot today, resulting in her sweating buckets and soaking through her practice uniform.

You stayed home from work today since you had a small cold, you were planning on going to work up Alexia star fished on you in bed this morning, causing you to be unable to get up and work.

Now you were laying on the couch, typing on your laptop when keys unlock your apartment door. Smiling you close your laptop and put it on the coffee table, waiting for her to enter.

When you see her, her hair is soaked in sweat and her skin still shines with a layer of sweat, her uniform also having spots of sweat on it.

She sets her bag down and smiles back at you. Walking over you grimace at the sight of the sweat.

"Jesus Christ did you swim home?" You joke, but she scoffs and launches herself at you.

Letting out a scream and lays on your body, you only have a sports bra and come shorts on, so the sweat from her body is 100% felt, amazing...

"Alexia Putellas get off of me!" You push at her shoulders, she starts ticking your sides and rubbing her sweaty head into your neck.

"STOP!" You groan and laugh as she tickles you, hiding it with a scream.

"You said you missed me, no?" She replies and kisses your cheek.

"I texted you that before I knew you fucking sweated the Niagara Falls." You reply and watch her face contort into confusion.

"What is that?" She says and her eyebrows furrow.

Seems like you forgot she lived in Spain her whole life.

"Nevermind, but GET OFF OF ME!" You push her off and she rolls off the couch, holding you to her chest so you fall with her.

"Alexiaaaa get off of me!" You groan and she laughs.

"You're on me!" She responds and tickles you again, causing you to scream and wiggle in her arms.

"STOPPP!" You scream and manage to get away from her grasp, she lays on the floor in defeat as your face had a gross expression.

"Now I smell like grass and sweat!" You groan and walk away, unknowing she jumped up from her spot on the floor and threw you over her shoulder.

You let out a yelp and hit her back. She walks you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed, going into the bathroom and starting a shower.

"That was your plan all along wasn't It?" You ask and shake your head, stand up and putting your hands on your hips.

The blonde turns around with a innocent smile and shakes her head.

"What are you talking about?" She asks and laughs.

You roll your eyes and grab two towels.

"You just wanted me to shower with you." You walk into the bathroom and she walks up to you.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you cannn join me?" She smiles and you shake your head with a smile.

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set fire to the rain II Alexia Putellas x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | previous fanfic I word count: 1200

summary: After the loss in El Clásico, Reader decides to teach Alexia how to make her own bowl, offering her a much-needed distraction.

author's note: hi everyone, we were inspired by Alba Putella's instagram post and hope you enjoy how the story turned out. 🤍🤍

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You loved the feeling of clay under your hands. There was something meditative about the way it moulded and bend with every motion, the smooth texture a welcome distraction from everything else going on in your life.

Just sitting there and creating something felt soothing. That was one of the reasons why you loved pottery so much, it gave you time and space to sit with your thoughts.

You had hoped that your girlfriend would enjoy it just as much. She clearly needed a distraction from Barcelonas first ever loss to Real Madrid.

But now, she sat in front of the pottery wheel, arms crossed and glaring at a fresh slab of clay as if she could shape it with her thoughts if she tried only hard enough.

With your own hands already slick from working with your own clay, you shot her a questioning look.

“What if I do something wrong?”, Alexia asked quietly into the silence of the room, her eyes still fixated on the clay in front of her.

You suppressed a chuckle. Always the perfectionist.

“Amor, we talked about this before.”, you reminded her patiently.

“I want this to be good.”

Abandoning your project, you strode across the empty studio and pulled up a stool up right behind Alexias. You sat down, ready to guide her hands.

“Okay, just sit and try to relax.”

“Fine.”, she muttered and shifted on her seat. You watched as she exhaled deeply, letting her shoulders drop slightly. That was as relaxed as Alexia ever got.

You reached around her and wrapped your hands around hers, directing them towards the clay. You let her touch it, play with it so she could get a feel for the material.

“So what do you want to make?”, you asked softly. Your body was so close to hers that a whisper was enough.

“I want to make a bowl. But not just a tiny boring one.”, she said determinedly.

You smirked slightly. Of course she even had high standards for her first pottery project.

You nodded: “Okay, we can do that.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll show you how to do it.”

You guided her fingers, showing her how to hold her hands so the clay would mould the way she wanted. A small indent formed in the middle while the walls of her bowl started to slowly rise.

“Your hands are actually perfect for that.”, you murmured into her ear.

For a moment, Alexia tore her eyes from the bowl and turned towards you. Her eyebrows knit together in a frown: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

"It was a compliment, Ale.," you clarified, smirking.

An understanding expression crossed her face, her eyes shifting between green and brown. In the room, filled with beige tones, they appeared more hazel: "Oh."

"Watch me.", you told her warmly. It was a shift in roles for your girlfriend. Normally, she was the one under everyone's gaze—yourself, the football fans, the opponents, and her teammates alike.

Her full attention was focused on the movements of your hands, and she muttered: "Okay."

There was something intimate about the way Alexia watched you work. The midfielder did her best to absorb every detail.

"Good.”, you nodded in approval, feeling satisfied.

After a moment, she said: "Let me try."

"Alright.”, you responded, happy to let her take over.

Grumpily, Alexia crossed her arms over her chest: "I don't know how you do it. Mine is so uneven."

There it was—her perfectionism. The same drive that made her world-class on the pitch, propelling her to the highest achievements in football, now stood in the way of her enjoying the process of creating the bowl.

"It's not bad for a first try.”, you reassured her, offering an encouraging smile before placing your fingers over hers to smooth out the piece.

Visibly impressed, she began: „That’s..."

"Yes?”, you prompted, waiting for her to finish.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your girlfriend's mouth: “Much better."

"You need to think less and be more in the moment." You paused for a moment before adding with a sigh: "Your thoughts were on the last game, weren't they?"

"Maybe.”, Alexia admitted, biting her lip guiltily.

A soft whisper escaped your lips. "That's a yes, then. Try to focus on what's in front of you."

"So, next time...", she grinned sheepishly at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully: "No, on the clay."

A childish joy filled Alexia as she placed her hands on your breasts, leaving handprints behind.

"That’s not what I meant.”, you laughed in disbelief.

Innocently, Alexia shrugged: "I was focused on the clay on my hands."

"You’re lucky we’re alone here, Putellas Segura.”, you teased.

Quickly, your girlfriend assured you: "I wouldn’t have done that in front of other people."

"Of course not."

"That’s just for me.”, she said proudly.

You tilted your head and observed her: "During your private lesson?"

"I’m having fun.”, Alexia remarked, pulling you closer toward her.

"Oh, I can tell.”, you chuckled amusedly, now sitting on her lap with her arms wrapped around your waist, your foreheads touching.

She gave you an apologetic look: "Sorry."

 "Don't apologize. I'm enjoying myself here too.”, you replied sincerely.

Alexia gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear: "I can tell that you do."

“Oh really?”, you smirked, your eyebrows quirking up.

Alexia nodded, biting back a smile: “Oh yes.”

“You taught me about football. Now it’s my turn to teach you something.”

“Then help me finish this bowl.”, Alexia grinned, nodding towards the forgotten clay piece on the pottery wheel.

“I will.”, you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before slipping off her lap. You again took the seat behind her, your hands moving hers, finalising her bowl.

“Thanks.”, Alexia murmured, seemingly satisfied with how her creation had come together.

“You’re welcome.”, you whispered into her ear from behind.

Her fingers traced the smooth surface on their own, as if appreciating her work: “It’s pretty nice.”

“Agreed.”, you said, unable to keep the pride from your voice.

She turned to you with a small smile: “I’m happy with it.”

“You should be.”

“But now I have to be patient until I can take it home?”, she asked, impatience creeping into her voice.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“I hate that.”, Alexia said jokingly, but you knew there was some truth to it.

“It has to be fired first. We can pick it up together and I can bring it home for you.”, you explained patiently to her.

The corner of Alexias mouth quirking up mischievously: “Whatever. I know exactly what I’m going to do in the meantime.”

You leaned in, sitting on the edge of your stool: “Tell me.”

“You.”

Before you could react, Alexia grabbed you and lifted you onto an empty table.

You giggled: “Wait, I need to-”

“Need to what?”, she dared you to continue.

“Clean up.”

“We can clean up later.”, she said, already sliding the straps of your overall off your shoulders.

You shrugged, only too eager to feel Alexias hands on your body: “Fair enough.”

“After I am done with you.”, she murmured with a wolfish grin before pressing kisses along your collarbones.

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