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[mapis-putellas]

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

The training pitch was buzzing with activity as Alexia led her team through warmups, her blonde hair pulled back into its usual high ponytail. Her voice carried across the field, loud and commanding, a perfect contrast to the soft smile she’d given you before practice started. You sat on the sidelines, comfortably wrapped in one of her oversized hoodies as your eyes followed her every move.

A few moments later, your eyes drifted toward the fence, where a small group of fans had gathered. They weren’t shouting or pushing, just waving and smiling excitedly whenever one of the girls looked their way. Grinning to yourself, you made your way over. As you approached, the fans immediately lit up, their whispers turning into hushed squeals of excitement.

“Hola!” you greeted, leaning casually against the fence.

“Hola!” they chorused back, phones at the ready.

One of them pointed to the hoodie you were wearing, her eyes wide. “¿Es de Alexia?”

You glanced down at the oversized garment, smirking. “Por supuesto,” you said, tugging on the hem. “She has a whole collection, but this one’s my favorite. Smells like her.”

The group giggled, and you decided to indulge them further. It was harmless fun, after all.

“What’s her favorite movie?” one of them asked, her phone poised to record your answer.

“Easy,” you said with a laugh. “Frozen. And yes, she sings along every single time. Loudly. I’m pretty sure Elsa herself would be jealous.”

They laughed, and another fan chimed in. “¿Y qué hacen juntas en su tiempo libre?”

You thought for a moment before settling on something completely innocent. “Mario Kart,” you replied with a grin. “But fair warning: Alexia is the worst loser. If she doesn’t win, she sulks. She even threw the controller once and left a dent in the wall. It’s still there.”

Gasps and giggles filled the air. “No way!” one of them exclaimed. “Really?”

You smile at the laughter. “Oh yeah. It’s hidden it behind a picture frame.”

You answered a few more questions, keeping it light and never revealing anything too personal, when someone asked,

”Okay, but is she really as tough as she seems? She’s, like, the captain of captains. Total boss vibes.”

You hesitated, glancing back at the field to make sure Alexia wasn’t watching. The group leaned in closer, sensing they were about to get something good.

“Well…” you began, the word tumbling out before you could think better of it. “Not really.”

Their eyes widened, and you knew you should stop, but the story was too good not to share. “One time, she stubbed her toe on the coffee table and cried. Like, full-on tears. I had to hold her for twenty minutes.”

The fans gasped, their jaws dropping as they exchanged wide-eyed looks. You waved your hands quickly, trying to soften the blow.

“But in her defense, it was really bad!” you added. “The coffee table practically attacked her—”

A loud ahem cut you off mid-sentence.

Your heart sank, and the fans froze, their gazes shifting behind you. Slowly, you turned, already knowing who you’d see.

Alexia stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowed in a look that could only be described as murderous. Her expression screamed, You’re dead.

“Cariño,” you said weakly, your voice an octave higher than usual.

“¿Qué haces?” she asked, her tone calm but dangerously low.

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The fans were holding their breath, clearly torn between fear and amusement. You take a few steps away from them with the intention of running for your life.

“Okay, nice talking, gotta go!” you blurted, spinning on your heel and making a break for it. The sound of their laughter echoed behind you.

Your target was clear: Ingrid. Sweet, oblivious Ingrid, who was standing a few feet away, chatting with a teammate.

“Ingrid!” you called, practically diving behind her as you reached her. You looped your arms around her waist, peeking over her shoulder like a child hiding from a monster.

“What are you doing?” Ingrid asked, bemused, looking over her shoulder at you.

“Protect me,” you begged, glancing over her shoulder at Alexia, who was stalking toward you with slow, deliberate steps.

Ingrid followed your gaze, her lips twitching as she put the pieces together. “What did you do?”

“Nothing!” you said quickly, though the panic in your voice betrayed you. “Well, maybe something. But it wasn’t that bad, I swear!”

Alexia stopped in front of you, her hands on her hips. “Déjala ir, Ingrid,” she said firmly.

“No!” You cry, tightening your hold around Ingrid. “I’m not budging until you promise not to kill me!” you countered.

Ingrid tilted her head, clearly enjoying the situation. “What did you say to make her this mad?”

“I might have… mentioned the coffee table thing,” you admitted, wincing.

Ingrid burst out laughing, shaking her head. “Oh, you’re on your own now,” she said as she pried your hands off of her, stepping aside and leaving you exposed.

“Traitor!” you hissed, but Ingrid simply grinned.

With no other options, you bolted again, this time heading straight for Mapi. If anyone could save you, it was her.

“Mapi!” you cried, ducking behind her and clutching her waist just as you had with Ingrid.

Mapi turned, her face lighting up with delight as she saw Alexia approaching. “¿Qué has hecho ahora?” she asked, grinning.

“I told the fans about the coffee table incident! I didn’t mean to!” you wailed.

Mapi snorted in amusement as she placatingly patted your hands that were linked together against her stomach. “Sí, that was funny.” She mused.

Alexia stopped in front of Mapi, her patience clearly wearing thin. “Really, Mapi?” she said, her voice laced with exasperation.

Mapi shrugged, her grin widening. “It is a good story. You did cry, Ale.”

“Mapi,” Alexia warned, her tone dangerously low.

Sensing that Mapi wasn’t going to be much help either, you made one last desperate attempt to escape. But before you could get far, Alexia’s hand shot out, grabbing your wrist with lightning-fast reflexes.

“Alexia, no!” you squealed, struggling against her grip.

She didn’t respond, but the determined look in her eyes was enough to tell you that you weren’t going anywhere. In one swift motion, she bent down, looped an arm beneath your backside, and tossed you over her shoulder.

“Alexia, bájame!” you cried, your voice muffled against her back.

The fans erupted into laughter, their phones out to capture every second of your humiliation.

“Eres imposible,” Alexia muttered as she started walking, her hand resting firmly on your thigh to keep you in place.

“I’m sorry!” you said quickly. “I didn’t mean it! You’re very tough, I swear!”

“Demasiado tarde,” she replied, shaking her head.

“Alexia, come on!” you whined, squirming. “This is so embarrassing!”

“Good,” she said simply, her tone betraying a hint of amusement.

As she carried you off the field, you crane your head up and catch sight of Mapi and Ingrid, both of whom were laughing. You glared at them, but they only waved, clearly enjoying the show.

“I hate you both!” you shouted, though the laughter in your voice made it clear you didn’t mean it.

Alexia gave you a light smack on your backside, drawing your attention back to her. “No más secretos,” she said firmly.

“Okay, okay, no more secrets,” you promised in a whine.

She huffed but didn’t respond, her grip on you tightening slightly. Despite her annoyance, the way her fingers brushed against the back of your thigh as she carried you told you everything you needed to know. She wasn’t really mad. And as embarrassing as the situation was, you couldn’t help but feel a little smug. After all, you had managed to make Alexia blush in front of her fans. That, in your opinion, was a job well done.

**

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[mapis-putellas]

I love literally every story you write 🥰

Thank you so much 🥹 <3

[mapis-putellas]

hey! do you have a wips list? just wondering if my request from a few weeks ago is in the works 👀

I have over 176 requests in my inbox 😭 maybe send me the idea again so it’s at the top of the list? <3

[mapis-putellas]

Ooh for child!reader fics, how about Alexia adopting a little girl (whatever age you would feel is best) when she's in England for a Champions league fixture or something and just immediately feeling a connection there

So she moves to Spain with Alexia and the team always see Alexia teaching R Spanish and R teaching Alexia English (as much as she can anyway)

Or Alexia making English days so she still feels connected to roots and then whenever they have away games in England (against Arsenal would be my personal choice but 🤷‍♀️😂) and R turns to all the players to make a Spanish day while they're away from home??

Oooh yes! <3

[mapis-putellas]

There's something about Alexia speaking broken English in your fics when she's apologising or feels bad that just hit me right where it hurts but I love it 😭🥹

😭😭 I can directly envision her when I made her speak like that and it makes writing her so much easier 🩵

[mapis-putellas]

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

The morning started quietly. You woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains and the warmth of Alexia’s body next to yours. It wasn’t often she was home in the mornings, her days usually starting at the crack of dawn with training, meetings, and endless responsibilities as the captain of her team.

When you turned over, Alexia’s eyes were already on you, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“Buenos días,” she said softly, her accent thick from sleep.

“Good morning,” you murmured, leaning in for a quick kiss. “No training today?”

“No,” she replied, shaking her head. “Day off.”

The words sent a surge of excitement through you. A full day with Alexia was rare, a chance to spend uninterrupted time together even rarer. You immediately began planning in your head—a lazy breakfast together, maybe a walk, or even just lounging on the couch watching movies.

“I’m glad,” you said, grinning. “We can finally spend the day together.”

Alexia hesitated, her expression faltering slightly.

“Actually…” she started, sitting up and rubbing the back of her neck. “The team… they planned a bonding day. They want to meet up.”

You blinked at her, your smile fading. “The team? But it’s your day off. I thought we could…”

“I know,” she interrupted quickly, her tone apologetic. “But they asked, and I’m the captain. It’s important.”

Your stomach sank. You nodded, swallowing the disappointment that threatened to spill over. “Of course,” you said quietly. “It’s important.”

Alexia leaned over and kissed your forehead. “Gracias, mi amor. I won’t be out too late.”

But she was.

The hours dragged on, and by the time she came home that night, you were already in bed, feigning sleep. You heard her move around quietly, her whispered “lo siento” barely audible as she slipped under the covers.

This wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last.

The days passed, and with each one, a pattern emerged. Alexia’s dedication to her team seemed endless, and though you admired her commitment, it came at a cost. You stopped asking her to spend time together, knowing the answer would more often than not be a polite but firm “I can’t.”

Instead, you filled your time with work, friends, and hobbies, but the space Alexia left behind was impossible to fill. It felt as though you were living parallel lives—connected yet distant, existing in the same space but never truly together.

The worst part was the loneliness. The kind that crept in when you sat alone at the dinner table or scrolled through social media only to see Alexia smiling in pictures with her teammates. You couldn’t compete with that, nor did you want to. But the nagging feeling that you were merely a placeholder in her life grew heavier each day.

*

The bedroom was quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan. You lay on your side, staring at the dimly lit wall, your thoughts a tangled mess. Alexia was beside you, scrolling through her phone, unaware of the storm brewing inside you. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

“Alexia,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

She turned her head toward you, her brown eyes warm but curious. “Sí, amor?”

You hesitated, the weight of the words you were about to say pressing down on your chest. “Can we talk?”

Her brows knitted together in concern. She sat up slightly, resting on one elbow. “Claro. What is wrong?”

You pushed yourself up to mirror her, drawing your knees to your chest. You couldn’t look at her, not yet. “I’ve been feeling… off. Like… like we’re not really in this together anymore.”

Her eyes widened, and she immediately reached for your hand. “No. Why you say this?”

“I feel alone, Alexia,” you admitted, your voice thick with emotion. “I know how much the team means to you, and I never want to take that away from you. But it feels like… like I come second. Or third. Or not at all.”

Her grip on your hand tightened. “No, no, amor. This is not true.”

You shook your head, finally looking at her. “But it is. You’re always with them. If you’re not training, you’re at a meeting or a team dinner or some event. And I get it, I do. You’re the captain. They rely on you. But… I rely on you too, Alexia. And I feel like I’m just… here, waiting for the scraps of time you have left over.”

Alexia’s mouth opened, but no words came out. She looked frustrated, her limited English failing her in a moment where she desperately wanted to express herself.

“I…” She paused, her hands gesturing as if trying to pull the right words from the air. “I do not mean this. You… you are most important. I love you. The team… they need me, but you… you are my everything.”

Her words, though halting, were sincere, and they tugged at your heart. But you couldn’t let her off the hook so easily.

“Then why don’t I feel like it, Alexia?” you asked quietly.

Her shoulders slumped, and she looked down at your joined hands. “I think… you are strong. Independent. You don’t need me always. But… I am wrong. I see now.”

You frowned, confused. “You thought I didn’t need you?”

She nodded, her eyes meeting yours again. “Yes. You… always okay. Always smiling. I… I think, ‘She is fine. I busy now, but later… I give more.’ But later… do not come.”

Your chest ached at her honesty, at how she had misunderstood your quiet patience as not needing her at all.

“I do need you,” you said, your voice softer now. “I need you to see me. To spend time with me. To remind me that I matter to you.”

“You matter,” she said firmly, her accent thick with determination. “You matter most. I… I do bad. I fix. Please.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. “I just… I need to know that this is worth it. That we are worth it.”

Alexia sat up fully, cupping your face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed against your cheeks as her brown eyes locked onto yours.

“Listen,” she said, her voice steady. “You. Me. Always worth it. I love you. I do not show you good, but I will fix. I promise.”

Her words were simple, but the emotion behind them was undeniable. You nodded, leaning into her touch.

“Okay,” you whispered. “But it can’t just be words, Alexia. I need to see it.”

“Yes,” she said, her voice softening. “You will see. I promise.”

She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The warmth of her touch, the sincerity in her actions, reminded you why you had fallen in love with her in the first place.

And true to her word, Alexia made changes. She carved out time for you, even on her busiest days, and made a conscious effort to communicate better. The love you’d always known she had for you was now on full display, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like her partner, not just someone in the background.

But as Alexia devoted more time to you, the team began to notice. The whispered comments and lingering stares during training sessions didn’t escape her attention, and it wasn’t long before they confronted her about it.

“I’ll talk to them,” she told you one evening after practice, her jaw set in determination.

“I’m coming with you,” you said firmly.

“Amor, no—”

“No,” you interrupted. “We’re a team too. If they have something to say, I want to be there.”

She hesitated but eventually nodded.

When the two of you arrived at the team’s meeting spot—a quiet café near the training grounds—the tension was palpable. Her teammates greeted you both politely, but the air was thick with unspoken words.

Alexia wasted no time. “I heard…you been feeling like I am not present,” she said.

Aitana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “It is not that, Alexia. We just… we have noticed you been different lately. Like you are not… fully here.”

“She’s balancing,” you interjected, your voice calm but firm. “Alexia has a lot on her plate, and she’s doing her best to give everyone her attention. But she’s also human. She has a life outside of football, and it’s not fair to expect her to be everything for everyone all the time.”

The group fell silent, your words hanging in the air. Alexia reached for your hand under the table, giving it a grateful squeeze.

“I love this team,” Alexia said finally, her voice softer now. “And I always give everything I can to it. But I also love her,” she added, nodding toward you. “And I must make space for both.”

Her words seemed to resonate with the group, and one by one, her teammates nodded in understanding for which you were thankful. It’s not like you thought they’d manage to persuade Alexia to change her mind, but the worry had been there, sat at the back of your mind waiting to prove you right.

As you left the café hand in hand, Alexia turned to you with a small smile. “Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

“For…reminding me what matters most.”

You squeezed her hand. “Always.”

**

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[mapis-putellas]

Alexia Putellas x child!reader anyone?? If so, shoot me your ideas!

[mapis-putellas]

Hi!!

Can you write something based off the prompt that Alexia finally got the day off and when y/n finds out she assumes they would be spending the day together cuz they barely see each other as is and alexia is with the team all the time. But that was deemed to not be the case and the team decided that it’s the perfect time to have a team bonding, and alexia being the captain she is would do anything for them so ofc she says yes not even thinking about how y/n would feel. And that just started the domino of y/n not asking for Alexia to ever hang out because she knows the team will always come first, and she starts to feel like a placeholder so one night she asked Alexia if being in a relationship is right for them rn cuz it just feels like she’s all alone so she might as well just be alone and and single. Etc etc and that was what alexia needed to get her act together but the team now feels like they aren’t getting enough attention and it leads to other talks and stuff.

Angst with fluff and a happy ending pls🙂‍↕️

Thank youuuu!!

Up soon! <3

[mapis-putellas]

i love how no matter if r is taller or shorter than her, alexia is always the little spoon 😂

Oh definitely. She’s just a lil softie at heart 😂

[mapis-putellas]

if reader didn’t let that angel off the couch and back into bed 😭😭😭 she said she’s sorry, she learnt her lesson, she’s innocent your honour!!

😭😭 innocent until she does it again 😂

[mapis-putellas]

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 /𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

Training had been brutal. The jet lag you’d brought back from international duty wasn’t helping either, leaving you sluggish and irritable. But the worst part of the morning wasn’t even the laps you’d had to run as punishment for being late—it was why you were late in the first place.

Alexia.

She had a habit of teasing you about your height. At first, it had been cute. She’d hide your water bottle on top of the fridge or stick your favorite snacks on the highest shelf in the pantry, grinning as you stubbornly tried to reach them without asking for her help. She’d swoop in eventually, laughing when you huffed in frustration, her playful kisses softening your annoyance.

But today, she’d gone too far.

Your boots—your training boots that you needed right at this very second—had mysteriously disappeared. You’d searched high and low, every corner of the apartment, only to find them stuffed on top of the wardrobe, well out of reach. By the time you’d dragged a chair over to retrieve them, you’d been late enough to catch the attention of the coaching staff. They hadn’t cared about your excuse and sentenced you to laps, which your jet-lagged body had protested against the entire time.

By the time you got home, you were fuming.

Alexia was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone like she didn’t have a care in the world. When you walked in, she glanced up, her face lighting up with an innocent smile. “Hola, amor,” she said, her accent curling around the words.

You didn’t respond right away, tossing your bag onto the floor with more force than necessary. Her smile faltered, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up.

“You,” you snapped, pulling off your jacket. “You’re what’s wrong, Alexia.”

Her eyes widened. “What? What did I do?”

“You hid my boots,” you said, turning to glare at her. “On top of the goddamn wardrobe.”

Alexia bit her lip, her expression caught between guilt and amusement. “Ah,” she murmured, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Don’t ‘ah’ me,” you said, pointing at her. “Because of you, I was late, and I had to run laps this morning. Laps, Alexia. After getting less than two hours of sleep last night.”

Her lips twitched like she wanted to apologize but couldn’t help finding it funny. “I didn’t think—”

“That’s right, you didn’t think,” you interrupted, crossing your arms. “But you can most certainly think about it tonight. On the couch.”

Her eyes widened further. “The couch?” She splutters in disbelief.

“Yes, the couch,” you said firmly, heading for the bedroom. “And don’t even think about pouting your way out of this one, Alexia Putellas, because it’s not going to work!”

“Amorrrrr!”

*

True to your word, when bedtime rolled around, Alexia was banished to the couch. She tried everything, soft smiles, whispered apologies, lingering kisses on your cheek and offers of a massage, but you stood your ground. You shut the bedroom door with a finality that left no room for negotiation.

It was two in the morning when you heard it: the soft creak of the bedroom door.

Your eyes fluttered open to see Alexia shuffling into the room, her blonde hair slightly messy, her expression hesitant. She moved quietly, or at least she thought she did, but the scrape of her socked foot against the floor was enough to wake you fully.

You propped yourself up on one elbow, glaring at her in the dim light. “Seriously?”

Alexia froze like a child caught sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack. “Amor,” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and something else—vulnerability.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your tone unimpressed.

She hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. “I can’t sleep,” she admitted softly.

Your glare softened, though you kept your expression stern. “You’ve been out there for five hours. Have you slept at all?”

She shook her head, her blonde hair falling into her face.

You sighed, running a hand over your face. You wanted to stay mad—you really did—but the sight of her standing there, looking small and hesitant, chipped away at your resolve.

“Come here,” you said, pulling back the blanket and holding out your arm.

Alexia didn’t need to be told twice. She climbed into bed, curling up against you like a lost puppy. Her head rested on your chest, and you felt her let out a deep, shaky breath as your arms wrapped around her.

“Still not off the hook,” you muttered, your fingers brushing through her hair.

“I know,” she whispered, her voice muffled against your shirt.

You let the silence settle around you, her warmth pressing into you as her breathing slowed. Her hand found yours, her fingers threading through yours like they always did when she needed comfort.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured after a long moment. “I didn’t mean to make you late.”

You sighed again, leaning down to press a kiss to her hair. “I know, Lex. Just… maybe stop hiding my stuff, okay? You’ve made your point about the height difference.”

She nodded, tightening her grip on you. “Lo siento, amor.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, though your hand continued its soothing motion in her hair. “You owe me, though. Big time.”

Her lips curved into a small smile against your chest. “Okay. Anything you want.”

**

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[mapis-putellas]

okay so everyone voted for a part 2 of check out right?

I can definitely do a part 2 for those who want it <3

[mapis-putellas]

SO GOOD! SO FUCKING GOOD! Seriously thank you! You’re such an amazing writer, I might need a part 2 of checked out

😭😭😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH

[mapis-putellas]

“Checked out” hurt me, you didn't have the right 😭

Would you do a second part, if possible? 🥺🙏🏻

Sorryyyyy 😭😭

I could definitely make that happen <3

[mapis-putellas]

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕/𝑨.𝑷𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔

Alexia entered the dimly lit bedroom quietly, the faint glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across the room. You were sitting up in bed, your newborn daughter Maria cradled in your arms as you nursed her, your exhaustion evident in the way your shoulders slumped. Beside you, Evangeline was fast asleep, her small body curled against the duvet after a long and difficult evening.

The scene should have been heartwarming, domestic, full of love, but the tension in the air was suffocating. Alexia paused at the doorway, her gaze flicking briefly over you and the children. Her expression remained unreadable, indifferent even, as she set her bag down and began to undress without a word. No “How are you?” No “Do you need anything?” Not even a smile for her daughters.

Your heart sank further. It had been weeks—months, even—of this cold, distant behavior, and you had been trying to hold everything together for the sake of your family. But tonight, as you sat there with your youngest still latched onto you and your oldest fast asleep after crying herself to exhaustion, something inside you snapped.

Once Maria had finished feeding, you adjusted her carefully, pressing a soft kiss to her tiny forehead before rising from the bed. You moved to the crib, placing her down gently, and then returned to guide Evangeline under the covers properly, brushing her hair from her face with a tenderness that felt instinctive. All the while, Alexia remained silent, her back turned as she rummaged through the wardrobe for something to wear.

When everything was settled, you turned to face her, your arms crossed and your jaw tight.

“Do you even care anymore?” you asked, your voice low but cutting through the quiet like a blade.

Alexia froze mid-motion, her hand resting on the edge of a drawer. She didn’t turn around, but her shoulders stiffened. “What are you talking about?” she replied, her accent heavy, her tone defensive.

“What am I talking about?” you repeated, incredulous. “I’m talking about how you come home late every night, how you barely even look at me or the girls anymore. How you’ve just checked out of this family like we’re some obligation you can’t be bothered with.”

Alexia finally turned to face you, her brows drawn together. “That’s not fair,” she said, her English faltering slightly as she struggled to find the words. “I—I am here. I provide. I—”

“Being here isn’t just about providing, Alexia,” you interrupted, your voice shaking with emotion. “It’s about actually being present. About caring, about showing up when things get hard. And you’re not. Not anymore.”

She ran a hand through her hair, her frustration evident, but she didn’t deny it. That hurt more than any argument could have.

“You think this is easy for me?” she finally said, her voice raising slightly. “I have pressure, work, the team—everything. I am doing my best.”

“Your best?” you snapped, stepping closer. “Your best is coming home late every night without even asking how your kids are? Your best is ignoring me when I’m breaking my back trying to keep everything together while you’re out doing God knows what? If this is your best, Alexia, then I don’t know if I want it anymore.”

Her eyes widened slightly, the weight of your words sinking in. But instead of softening, she bristled, her defenses going up like they always did. “You don’t understand,” she muttered, shaking her head. “You don’t know what it’s like—”

“I don’t understand?” you cut her off, your voice breaking. “I gave up my career for this family, Alexia. I spend every single day making sure our daughters are loved and cared for while you’re out there pretending like we don’t even exist. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only by the sound of your heavy breathing and the distant hum of the baby monitor. Alexia looked at you, her tough exterior faltering for just a second, and you thought—hoped—she might finally say something, anything, to make it better.

But she didn’t.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm even as your chest ached with the weight of your disappointment. “I can’t do this anymore, Alexia. Not like this.”

“What are you saying?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

“I’m saying you need to figure out what it is you want,” you said, your tone firm despite the tears threatening to spill. “Because if it’s not me or our daughters, then I need you to go. And I need you to not come back until you’ve made up your mind.”

Her eyes widened in shock, but you didn’t waver. You couldn’t.

“Go,” you repeated, your voice trembling but resolute. “I won’t let you keep hurting us like this.”

Alexia didn’t say anything. She just stood there, staring at you as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. And then, slowly, she nodded. Without another word, she turned and left the room, the sound of the front door closing echoing through the silence.

You stood there for a long time, your body trembling with the weight of what had just happened. And then you sank onto the edge of the bed, tears streaming down your face. Six years together. Gone. Just like that.

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Anyone you won't write for?

Pretty much everyone is good, if I know enough about them <3

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I LOVE when you write angst! I’m excited for the one dropping tomorrow then! Or I don’t know when you’re posting! But I’m Excited!

I love writing it honestly 😭 Definitely gonna be the angsty one I think! <3