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EVERY PART OF YOU. calex one shot.

summary: In which Casey struggles with insecurities about her appearance due to a new neighbor's attention on her girlfriend Alex.

It started with the new neighbor.

She moved into the building a few weeks ago—someone young, effortlessly gorgeous, and very comfortable with attention. Casey had noticed her immediately, but more importantly, she had noticed how the woman noticed Alex.

Tall, blonde, striking in the kind of way that made heads turn, Alex had always stood out. It was something Casey had accepted, even loved. Alex commanded a room without even trying. She was poised, elegant, untouchable.

And now, she had an admirer.

The woman—Jessica? Jenna?—was anything but subtle.

She seemed to appear whenever Alex was around, all lingering glances and flirtatious smiles.

And the worst part?

Alex hadn’t noticed at all.

She was oblivious to the way the neighbor leaned just a little too close in the elevator, how she touched Alex’s arm when they passed in the hallway, how she laughed a little too loudly at things Alex said.

But Casey?

She noticed everything.

And with every encounter, an unsettling feeling curled in Casey’s chest—a quiet, creeping insecurity she hadn’t felt in a long time.

It started small, though.

A glance in the mirror.

A fleeting thought.

Then another.

And another.

She had gained weight. Not much, just enough to notice. Enough that her jeans fit a little tighter, enough that her usual blouses didn’t fall quite the same way.

It wasn’t that she thought she was unattractive—or at least, she hadn’t before.

But then there was her.

The neighbor.

Slim. Beautiful. Confident.

The kind of woman who probably never worried about things like this.

And suddenly, Casey found herself comparing.

Did Alex notice?

Had she noticed and just not said anything?

The thought made something in her chest ache.

So she did what she always did when she felt something too deeply.

She distanced herself.

At first, Alex didn’t think much of it.

Casey had been busy, that was all.

Late nights at the office. Skipping their usual morning coffee together. A quick kiss on the cheek instead of their normal, lingering ones before bed.

But by the end of the week, Alex knew something was wrong.

She walked into the kitchen one morning to find Casey standing by the counter, staring at her untouched coffee.

"You're up early," Alex said, pouring herself a cup.

Casey barely looked up. "Yeah."

Alex frowned. Something was off.

She leaned against the counter, studying Casey closely. "Everything okay?"

Casey nodded—too quickly.

"Just tired," she added, offering a small smile.

It wasn’t a lie exactly.

But it wasn’t the truth, either.

And Alex knew Casey too well to miss that.

That night, Alex walked into the bedroom to find Casey standing in front of the mirror.

She was wearing just a pair of shorts and a tank top, fingers tracing the soft curve of her stomach, her brows furrowed.

She looked sad.

And that—more than anything—made Alex’s heart clench.

"Case?"

Casey jumped, eyes flicking to Alex through the mirror.

Alex tilted her head, stepping closer. "What’s going on?"

"Nothing," Casey said too quickly, grabbing a sweater from the bed and pulling it over her head.

Alex’s stomach dropped.

She had seen Casey bare, vulnerable, unguarded in every way possible. They had spent years learning every inch of each other, every scar, every freckle.

And now?

Now Casey was hiding from her.

Alex’s voice softened. "Casey, talk to me."

Casey sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. "It's stupid."

Alex didn’t budge. "Try me."

A long pause.

Then, finally, in a small, broken voice—

"I just… I don’t look the same."

Alex stilled.

Casey let out a weak laugh, but there was no humor in it. "I've gained weight, Alex. And I know it’s not a big deal, but—”

"But what?" Alex stepped closer. "What made you think I’d care about that?"

Casey hesitated. Then, quietly—

“The new neighbor.”

Alex blinked. "What about her?"

Casey exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "She’s beautiful, Alex. And she flirts with you constantly. And you—”

Alex’s heart broke.

She reached for Casey, hands sliding gently up her arms. "Sweetheart."

Casey didn’t move away, but she wouldn’t meet Alex’s eyes either.

"You really think I’d want her?" Alex’s voice was softer now, full of something raw. "That I’d look at anyone else when I have you?"

Casey swallowed. "I just... I don’t look the way I used to."

Alex let out a breath, then—without hesitation—dropped to her knees.

Casey’s eyes widened. "Alex, what are you—?"

Alex pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Casey’s stomach.

Then another.

Then another.

Every soft curve, every place Casey had doubted, Alex kissed.

"You think I don't want you?" Alex murmured against her skin. "Baby, I have never wanted anything more in my life."

Casey’s breath hitched.

Alex’s hands skimmed lower, fingers pressing lightly into Casey’s hips.

"Every inch of you is mine," Alex whispered, reverent. "Every single inch, Casey."

Casey shivered, hands instinctively tangling in Alex’s hair.

"You don’t need to change," Alex said, pressing another kiss to her hip. "Not for me. Not for anyone."

Casey let out a shaky exhale.

"Alex..."

Alex looked up, eyes fierce. "You are perfect, Casey. You always have been. Let me show you, my love. Let me show you how much I love you"

And finally, finally, Casey let herself believe it.

Later, as they lay tangled in bed, Alex traced lazy patterns on Casey’s back.

"Just to be clear," Alex murmured, voice heavy with love, "the neighbor could throw herself at me naked, and I still wouldn’t look twice."

Casey laughed softly, nestling closer. "Promise?"

Alex tilted her chin up, meeting her gaze.

She kissed her slowly, deeply, like a vow.

"Promise."

And with that, Casey finally let go of every doubt she had ever held.

Because in Alex’s arms, she was home.

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olga carmona has such a punchable fucking face

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THE GREAT BAKE-OFF DEBACLE. calex one shot.

pairing: Alex Cabot x Casey Novak

summary: In which Alex and Casey engage in a hilariously competitive bake-off, dragging the SVU team into their chaotic quest for dessert supremacy.

The courtroom was no stranger to tension, but today’s atmosphere was different. It wasn’t a high-stakes trial or a contentious deposition—it was something far more serious.

A bake-off.

Alex Cabot adjusted her glasses, glancing over the rim at Casey Novak, who stood on the other side of the SVU precinct’s communal kitchen. Casey was armed with a whisk in one hand and a determined gleam in her eye, looking as though she was preparing for a closing argument instead of baking a cake.

“You know, Casey,” Alex began, her tone light but edged with competitive energy, “you didn’t have to challenge me to this. I could have just let you bask in the delusion that you’re the better cook.”

Casey smirked, flicking a strand of auburn hair out of her face. “Oh, I’m not delusional, Alex. I just know I’m better. The team deserves to see you finally admit defeat.”

Behind them, the SVU squad—Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Fin Tutuola, and John Munch—sat at the long table, munching on donuts and enjoying the rare entertainment.

“This is the best idea we’ve ever had,” Fin whispered to Olivia, who nodded, trying to suppress a grin.

“Better than karaoke night,” Munch added. “Though I still maintain my rendition of ‘My Way’ was unparalleled.”

“Focus, people,” Olivia said, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. “We’re here to judge fairly. No playing favorites.”

Elliot leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’m just here for the food.”

The kitchen itself was a chaotic battlefield. Flour dusted the countertops, and the air was thick with the smell of vanilla, chocolate, and a faint hint of burnt sugar—courtesy of Casey’s first attempt at caramelizing something.

“Is that supposed to look like that?” Alex asked, peering at Casey’s mixing bowl with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s called creativity,” Casey shot back, though she subtly adjusted the mixer speed. “Something you wouldn’t understand, Miss By-The-Book.”

Alex laughed, a melodic sound that made Fin nudge Elliot. “You owe me twenty bucks if they end up together after this.”

“They’re already together,” Elliot replied, rolling his eyes. “This is just foreplay.”

Olivia coughed loudly. “Focus!”

Alex, oblivious to the commentary, was meticulously measuring out ingredients for her signature lemon tart. Every movement was precise, every step deliberate. She exuded an aura of control that only slightly faltered when Casey accidentally bumped her elbow, sending a puff of powdered sugar into the air.

“Casey!” Alex exclaimed, stepping back and glaring at the white streak on her black blouse.

“Oh, lighten up,” Casey teased, though her cheeks flushed. “You look festive.”

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“What are you going to do? Sue me?”

Alex’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “No. I’m going to win.”

The tension in the room escalated as the timer ticked down. Alex’s tart was cooling on a wire rack, its golden crust and glossy lemon filling gleaming under the fluorescent lights. Casey, meanwhile, was furiously decorating a three-layer chocolate cake with an uneven swirl of frosting.

“Five minutes!” Olivia called, enjoying her role as the impartial timekeeper.

“Plenty of time,” Alex said, carefully arranging candied lemon slices on her tart.

“Not enough time,” Casey muttered, smearing frosting on the side of the cake and trying to make it look intentional.

“You’re sweating,” Alex observed, her tone almost sympathetic. “Are you nervous?”

“Not at all,” Casey replied, though she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. “Just focused.”

“Uh-huh.”

Finally, the timer buzzed, and Olivia clapped her hands. “Time’s up! Step away from the desserts.”

Alex and Casey both set down their tools, stepping back to admire their creations. Alex’s tart was pristine, a picture of elegance and sophistication. Casey’s cake, though slightly lopsided, had a charming, homemade appeal.

“Okay, judges,” Olivia said, gesturing to the table. “Let’s see what we’ve got.”

The squad took their roles seriously, sampling each dessert with exaggerated deliberation. Munch insisted on taking detailed notes, though no one could decipher his handwriting. Fin declared himself the “official frosting inspector,” while Elliot focused on the texture of the tart crust.

“This is incredible,” Olivia said, savoring a bite of Alex’s tart. “It’s tangy, sweet, and the crust is perfect.”

“Of course it is,” Alex said, folding her arms and smirking at Casey. “I told you.”

Casey rolled her eyes but grinned. “Try the cake, Benson. You’ll change your tune.”

Olivia obliged, cutting into the cake and taking a bite. Her eyes widened. “Wow. This is—”

“Delicious,” Fin finished, reaching for another slice. “You might be onto something, Novak.”

Alex frowned, leaning closer to inspect the cake. “What did you put in the frosting?”

“Secret ingredient,” Casey said smugly. “You’ll never guess.”

“It’s bourbon,” Munch said, sniffing the frosting. “Good choice.”

Alex’s jaw dropped. “You spiked your frosting?”

“It’s called innovation,” Casey replied, her tone innocent.

The debate raged on for nearly half an hour, with the squad divided over which dessert deserved the title of “Best Bake.” In the end, Olivia called for a tie, much to Alex and Casey’s mutual dismay.

“This isn’t over,” Alex said as they cleaned up the kitchen.

“Agreed,” Casey replied, nudging Alex with her shoulder. “But admit it—you had fun.”

Alex sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe a little.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

As the squad filed out, leaving the two attorneys alone in the kitchen, Alex turned to Casey with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Next time, we’re doing something I’m guaranteed to win.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Trivia.”

Casey groaned. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it.”

Casey laughed, leaning in to kiss Alex on the cheek. “Yeah, I do.”

From the hallway, Fin’s voice echoed back. “Pay up, Stabler!”

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In honor of National Hugging Day ♡

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UNSHAKABLE. calex one shot.

summary: in which alex makes a new friend, madison, causing casey to feel insecure, but olivia is calex stan.

Casey Novak was no stranger to insecurity, but this was something new. Across the room, Alex was laughing. That wasn’t unusual; Alex’s laugh was as warm and rare as sunlight breaking through storm clouds. But it wasn’t Casey who’d drawn it out this time—it was Madison. Madison King, with her designer wardrobe and razor-sharp wit, had arrived on the Manhattan legal scene like a hurricane, and now she seemed intent on making landfall right in Casey’s life.

“Alex, you have such a sharp mind. I don’t know how you keep all those facts straight in your head,” Madison was saying, leaning slightly toward Alex as if the two of them were the only people in the room. “Honestly, I’m in awe.”

Alex gave her a polite smile, the kind she reserved for strangers she hadn’t quite figured out yet. “It’s all about organization. And coffee,” Alex quipped. “Lots and lots of coffee.”

Casey’s stomach twisted. Madison’s laugh was too loud, too deliberate, like she wanted the entire bullpen to hear it. Casey bit the inside of her cheek and forced herself to look down at her notes. She had a closing argument to prepare, and she wasn’t about to let Madison’s theatrics derail her focus.

But then Madison’s voice cut through the air again, this time sharper. “I don’t know how you do it, Alex, especially with… well, some of the challenges you must face.” She glanced pointedly in Casey’s direction.

Casey froze, her pen hovering above the paper. She didn’t look up, but she could feel the weight of Madison’s words pressing down on her. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Alex, to her credit, didn’t take the bait. “Challenges come with the territory,” she said smoothly. “But I’m lucky to have a great team.” Her eyes flicked briefly to Casey, but Madison shifted her body slightly, blocking the line of sight.

“Sure,” Madison said, her tone dripping with faux sympathy. “I mean, some people might not be cut out for the pressure, but you? You’re unshakable. It’s inspiring, really.”

Casey’s jaw tightened. She wanted to stand up, to say something—anything—but what could she say? That Madison was being passive-aggressive? That she was deliberately trying to make her look small? No one else seemed to notice, and Casey wasn’t about to be the paranoid girlfriend who made a scene.

Olivia Benson, however, was watching. From her desk across the room, the SVU detective’s sharp eyes flicked between Alex, Madison, and Casey. She leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

---

Olivia had suggested the outing—well, more like insisted on it. “We could all use a break,” she’d said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And besides, it’ll be fun. Madison should come too, right?”

Casey had wanted to say no, but Alex had agreed before she could object. Now they were all crammed into a booth at Forlini’s, the air thick with the scent of marinara and the low hum of conversation. Madison had taken the seat next to Alex, of course, leaving Casey wedged awkwardly at the far end of the booth.

“Alex, you have to tell me about that fraud case you worked on last year,” Madison was saying, her hand resting lightly on Alex’s arm. “I read about it in the Times. It was brilliant.”

Casey sipped her wine, trying to ignore the way Madison’s fingers lingered a little too long. Olivia caught her eye from across the table and raised an eyebrow. Casey gave a small shake of her head, silently pleading with her friend not to make a scene.

But Olivia wasn’t one to let things slide. “You know, Madison,” she said casually, leaning forward, “Casey worked on that case too. She was the one who found the key piece of evidence, wasn’t she, Alex?”

Alex blinked, her attention finally shifting away from Madison. “That’s right,” she said, her voice warm with pride. “Casey’s the one who connected the dots. The case would’ve fallen apart without her.”

Madison’s smile faltered for just a moment before she recovered. “Oh, of course. That must’ve been… rewarding for you, Casey.” Her tone was syrupy sweet, but the underlying condescension was unmistakable.

Casey forced a tight smile. “It was. Teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

Madison laughed, a little too loudly. “Absolutely. Though some of us are better at it than others.”

Olivia’s eyes narrowed. “You’re right about that,” she said coolly. “Some people really know how to support their team.”

Alex frowned, glancing between Olivia and Madison. “What’s going on here?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

Olivia leaned back in her seat, her expression calm but pointed. “Nothing. Just making sure everyone’s on the same page.”

The evening wore on, and Alex began to notice things she hadn’t before. The way Madison’s compliments often came with a sharp edge. The way she interrupted Casey or dismissed her contributions. The way Casey’s shoulders tensed every time Madison spoke.

By the time the check arrived, Alex had had enough. She stood abruptly, pulling on her coat. “Casey, can I talk to you for a second?” she asked, her voice firm.

Casey looked startled but nodded, following Alex out onto the sidewalk. The cold January air bit at their skin, but Alex didn’t seem to notice. She turned to face Casey, her blue eyes filled with concern.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Alex asked, her voice low.

“About what?” Casey replied, crossing her arms against the chill. “Madison? It’s nothing. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

“It’s not nothing,” Alex said, her tone fierce. “She’s been undermining you all night, and I didn’t see it until Olivia pointed it out. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should’ve noticed sooner.”

Casey’s eyes softened. “It’s okay. I just… I didn’t want to seem insecure. She’s your friend, and I didn’t want to be that girlfriend.”

Alex stepped closer, her hands finding Casey’s. “You’re not ‘that girlfriend.’ You’re my girlfriend. And if someone’s making you uncomfortable, that’s a problem. Madison doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”

Casey looked down at their joined hands, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Thanks, Alex.”

Alex leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Casey’s forehead. “No more Madison,” she murmured. “I promise.”

From the doorway of the bar, Olivia watched them with a satisfied smirk. “About time,” she muttered, turning back to the table where Madison sat alone, her expression sour. Olivia slid into the booth and raised her glass. “Looks like your plan didn’t work out, huh?”

Madison bristled, but Olivia just grinned. “Welcome to Manhattan, sweetheart. Better luck next time.”

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they were so in love

my babies<3

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○ alex cabot x female reader.

↳ summary: sesbian lex.

Christmas Eve at Home

The soft glow of Christmas lights bathed the room in hues of red and gold, their reflections dancing on the frosted windows. The scent of pine mingled with the faint aroma of mulled wine, and the faint hum of a holiday playlist played in the background. Alexandra Cabot sat on the edge of the couch, her blue eyes locked on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

You were sprawled across the plush cushions, wrapped in the softest red velvet robe Alex had gifted you earlier that evening. It was cinched loosely at your waist, teasing glimpses of the lace bralette and panties beneath—another one of Alex’s indulgent gifts.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” the blonde murmured, her voice low and sultry. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her gaze sweeping over you like a caress.

You smiled shyly, tugging the robe tighter around you. “You’re just saying that because it’s Christmas.”

She chuckled, her lips curving into a smirk. “I don’t need an excuse to tell you how gorgeous you are.”

She rose gracefully, her presence commanding as she crossed the room to where you sat. The faint scent of her perfume—something dark and spicy—wrapped around you as she leaned down, her hands braced on either side of you.

“You’ve been such a good girl this year,” she purred, her lips brushing against your ear. “I think you deserve to be spoiled.”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding as Alex’s fingers trailed along the edge of your robe, her touch feather-light.

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Yes, sweetheart?” she replied, her tone teasing as her lips brushed against your jawline.

You swallowed hard, your cheeks flushing under her intense gaze. “You’re… you’re not playing fair.”

Alex chuckled, her teeth grazing your earlobe before she pulled back to look at you. “Oh, baby, I haven’t even started playing yet.”

---

She guided you to the bedroom, the Christmas lights from the living room casting a warm glow down the hallway. The bed was already turned down, the sheets crisp and inviting. Alex sat you on the edge, her hands firm but gentle as she untied the sash of your robe.

“Let me see you,” she murmured, her voice soft but commanding.

You let the robe fall open, your skin prickling under her gaze as she took in the delicate lace that barely covered you. Alex’s eyes darkened, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip.

“Perfect,” she said, her voice thick with desire.

She knelt before you, her hands sliding up your thighs, her touch sending shivers through your body. Her lips followed, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs, her breath warm against your skin.

“Alex,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in her blonde hair.

“Patience, sweetheart,” she murmured, her lips curving into a smirk. “I want to take my time with you.”

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving yours. You shivered under her touch, your breath hitching as her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of your hip.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice reverent.

---

Alex’s tongue was warm and soft as it flicked over your clit, her hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place. You arched against her, your fingers tightening in her hair as she worked you with practiced precision.

“Uhm Alex,” you gasped once again so far this evening, your voice trembling.

She hummed against you, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice muffled against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

Her fingers joined her mouth, sliding inside you with ease, curling just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. You cried out, your hips bucking against her hand as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

But just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink, Alex pulled back, her fingers and mouth leaving you empty and aching.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice firm but laced with affection. “I’m not done spoiling you.”

You whimpered, your body trembling as she climbed onto the bed, her blue eyes smoldering with desire. She reached for the nightstand, pulling out a strap-on harness and slipping it on with practiced ease.

“Turn over,” she instructed, her voice soft but commanding.

You obeyed, your body trembling with anticipation as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Alex’s hands slid over your hips, her touch firm and reassuring.

“You’re so good for me,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

She entered you slowly, her movements deliberate, giving you time to adjust. The stretch was perfect, the fullness overwhelming as she began to move, her hips snapping against yours in a steady rhythm.

“Alex,” you moaned, your fingers gripping the sheets as she thrust into you.

“That’s it, baby,” she murmured, her voice low and husky. “Take it all. You’re mine tonight.”

Her hand slid around to your front, her fingers finding your clit and circling it in time with her thrusts. You cried out, your body trembling as she pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her voice like velvet. “Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

With a final cry, you shattered, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Alex held you through it, her hands steady and reassuring as she whispered soft praises in your ear.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, she pulled out gently, gathering you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and love.

You smiled sleepily, your head resting against her chest. “Best Christmas ever.”

And as the snow fell softly outside, you drifted off to sleep in Alex’s arms, feeling loved, cherished, and completely spoiled.

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○ alexia putellas x teen reader (reader has a name in this)

↳ warnings: no warnings.

A LITTLE HOT-HEADED.

If someone had to describe Maya, they'd probably get stuck on the first word that came to mind: difficult. Difficult to read, like a book in a language you don't understand; difficult to comprehend, like a puzzle with pieces that don't quite fit. Her gaze, often lost in deep thoughts, challenged anyone who tried to get close. And when she spoke, she did it with such sharp sarcasm that it could slice through the tension in the air. It was as if she enjoyed bewildering others, each hidden laugh and every frown part of a game where she always held the lead.

But there was another word that fit her: good. While her personality might have seemed like a maze, on the soccer field she shone with her own light. With the ball at her feet, she transformed. It was as if everything else disappeared and only she and the game existed. Obviously, she needed to improve—she was still very young—but she had potential, enough that trying to ignore it felt like an offense. Maya was good.

As the season progressed, her name began to echo among the first team players. "Have you seen this girl from the B team?" The words spread like ripples. And so, like foam, the rumors reached Alexia's ears, who couldn't ignore the stories about this girl everyone seemed interested in lately.

Intrigued, Alexia decided it was time to see this young promise for herself.

FC Barcelona B vs. RCD Espanyol. The match was going perfectly for the Blaugrana colors. The sun shone intensely on the grass, while the stands filled with a sea of blue and garnet shirts that vibrated with every touch of the ball. The B team players moved the ball with a fluidity that left the fans in a constant state of euphoria. With each pass, each run, it seemed the team was destined for a clear victory.

Maya sat on the bench, observing from her position. With the first half already consumed, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. She had been training hard, waiting for her chance to shine, and that moment came when the coach called her to get ready.

However, as she settled into the game, a figure from the opposing team began to make herself noticed, making the atmosphere tense. The Espanyol player, a blonde with tight braids who seemed to have made a personal decision to make Maya's life impossible, started getting too close. Every time Maya received the ball, the opponent appeared like lightning, throwing discrete elbows and disguised stomps masked as legitimate plays. Alexia could see how Maya tried to concentrate, ignoring the provocations, but frustration began to show on her face.

"It's just football," she told herself while running across the field, trying to maintain calm amid the chaos. But her opponent's tricks didn't cease; the referee, with a distant and uncommitted look, seemed to have decided it wasn't his day to intervene. The fouls continued without punishment, and tension on the field increased. Maya noticed how the Espanyol player became increasingly aggressive, playing dirty, an elbow here, a push there.

With time running and the score still in Barça's favor, Maya found herself increasingly trapped in a mental game that wore her down. Alexia, from her position, could notice how the young player's patience was vanishing. The furtive glances Maya threw toward the referee became more accusatory, and her gestures of frustration more evident.

Finally, after a blatant push that left Maya staggering, something inside her clicked. In an instant of contained rage, she decided it was time to respond. With fierce determination, she launched herself at the Espanyol player with a tackle that resonated like thunder in the stadium. The contact was strong and direct, and the referee's whistle sounded like a war cry.

Maya's face turned from surprise to frustration at seeing the red card the referee raised toward her. Helplessness invaded her as the rest of the team halted their game, stunned by her expulsion. The crowd fell into a sepulchral silence, and whispers spread like an echo of disappointment.

Maya found herself alone in the dressing room, the echo of her steps resonating against the tiled walls as she walked to her locker. The coach's lecture still rang in her head—words about concentration and maintaining calm during critical moments of the game. She sighed deeply while dropping onto one of the benches.

"Hey." Vicky's voice pulled her from her thoughts. Her teammate was already changed and ready to leave, the sports bag hanging from her shoulder. "Don't take today's match so hard. You did well."

Maya just nodded, her fingers playing distractedly with her shoelaces.

"The girls are going for ice cream to celebrate the victory," Vicky continued, leaning against the doorframe. "Want to come?"

"I don't think I'm in the mood," Maya mumbled, forcing a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Suit yourself." Vicky shrugged. "See you tomorrow then."

Silence enveloped the dressing room again after Vicky's departure. Maya closed her eyes for a moment, letting the quietness wrap around her. But the peace didn't last long.

"Well, well. Does Barcelona's little star need a moment alone?"

Maya felt every muscle in her body tense at recognizing that voice. The Espanyol player—the same one who had been provoking her throughout the match—was standing behind her. She could feel her presence approaching, invading her personal space.

"What's wrong? Did coach's lecture leave you speechless?" The mocking voice drew closer until Maya could feel her breath on her neck.

It was as if something inside her exploded. In a quick movement, Maya turned and pushed the other player against the wall, her forearm pressing against her rival's chest.

"Don't mess with me," Maya growled, the words coming through clenched teeth. Her eyes sparkled with contained fury. "And for the record, you smell like crap."

A movement at the dressing room entrance caught her attention. Alexia was there, observing the scene with a mixture of surprise and concern on her face. Maya exhaled frustratedly, stepping back to her original spot while rubbing her temples with her fingers—a gesture that caught Alexia's attention, who wondered if it was a sign of stress or perhaps a headache.

Alexia observed both players for a moment before breaking the tense silence. "Is there a problem here?" she asked, her voice firm as she approached them.

The Espanyol player immediately adopted a victim expression. "She just attacked me," she declared with false innocence.

Maya felt her blood boiling again. She lunged forward, but this time found herself contained by Alexia's arms, who firmly surrounded her, forcing her to step back.

"Mara," Alexia's voice was soft but firm as she pulled her away. "Mara, listen to me."

But Maya wasn't looking at her. Her eyes, burning with rage and frustration, were fixed on the Espanyol player, who smiled with satisfaction at her reaction. The mocking smile only served to fuel her fury more, while Alexia's arms kept her in place, her voice repeating what the captain believed to be her name like a calming mantra that she could barely hear over the roar of blood in her ears.

Alexia turned toward the blonde who still remained there, planted as if her feet had grown roots into the locker room floor. Their eyes met briefly before Alexia spoke.

"This isn't your dressing room," she said, her voice firm but controlled. "You have no business here."

No more needed to be said. The rookie—because that's what she clearly was, indicated by her insecure posture and the way her eyes nervously jumped from side to side—took a step back, then another, until finally turning around and disappearing through the door without a word.

Maya broke free from Alexia's grip as if her touch burned. "Don't touch me," she snapped, turning her back to continue packing her things in the sports bag. Her movements were abrupt, almost violent, as she stuffed her belongings one by one.

Alexia didn't move. She stayed there, observing every gesture, every tense movement of Maya's shoulders. The silence grew thick, almost tangible, until Maya couldn't bear it anymore. She could feel the older player's gaze drilling into the back of her neck.

"Am I in trouble?" she asked without turning around, her voice rough as sandpaper. The question hung in the air, a clear reference to the scene Alexia had just witnessed.

"You're Mara, right?" Alexia responded, deliberately ignoring the question.

Maya snorted, turning just enough to throw her a sideways glance. "Why ask if you're so sure you know?"

"Are you always this defensive?"

Alexia's question went unanswered. Maya returned to her task, stuffing her shin guards into the bag with more force than necessary. The locker room sank into silence interrupted only by the rustle of clothing and the metallic clicking of zippers.

"I saw you playing today," Alexia broke the silence again. "You're good."

Maya's hands stopped for an instant. It was Alexia Putellas saying it, after all. The same Alexia whom all the team's girls idolized, whose name was synonymous with excellence in women's football.

"Thanks," Maya mumbled, so low it almost seemed the words had been carried away by the locker room's air conditioning.

"But it doesn't matter how good you are," Alexia continued, "if you can't control your temper, you won't get anywhere."

Those words were like a switch. Maya spun around, her blue eyes shining with indignation. "I don't have any temper or anything to control."

"Well, that's not what I saw when I walked in," Alexia responded with a calmness that markedly contrasted with Maya's agitation.

"You don't know anything," Maya rolled her eyes, but the gesture didn't entirely hide the tension in her jaw.

Alexia tilted her head, studying the younger player's face. She observed how the furrowed brow made her freckle-sprinkled nose wrinkle slightly. There was something fascinating about that rebellion. She sat on the bench, the wood creaking softly under her weight.

"Then enlighten me," she said, leaning forward. "What was happening with that girl?"

"And why exactly should I tell you?"

The question made the corners of Alexia's lips curve slightly. It was refreshing, she had to admit. While most young players looked at her with a mixture of nervousness and reverential admiration, Maya seemed immune to her presence. There was no trace of typical adulation in her eyes, just a direct, unfiltered challenge.

Alexia rose from the bench with a fluid movement, running her palms over her pants in an automatic gesture. "You really are good, Mara," she said, heading toward the door. "Try not to let it go to your head."

She was about to leave when a murmur reached her ears.

"It's Maya."

Alexia stopped dead in her tracks. "Excuse me?"

"It's not Mara, it's Maya," the young player repeated, her voice clearer this time, though she still had her back turned.

"Maya," Alexia repeated, nodding slightly before crossing the doorway, leaving behind a silent locker room and a Maya who, for the first time since the exchange began, allowed her shoulders to relax.

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For those who don't know, I love Grey's Anatomy, and I just watched an edit of fetus Mer that gave me an amazing idea for an Alexia Putellas x platonic!Reader (Maya). If you're one of my people, you'll definitely recognize the scene I'm talking about. Here's a sneak peek of what I have so far:

"A movement at the entrance of the dressing room caught her attention. Alexia was there, watching the scene with a mix of surprise and concern on her face. Maya huffed in frustration, stepping back to her original spot as she rubbed her temples with her fingers—a gesture that caught Alexia's attention, who wondered if it was a sign of stress or maybe a headache

Alexia observed both players for a moment before breaking the tense silence. 'Is there a problem here?' she asked, her voice firm as she approached them

The Espanyol player immediately adopted a victim's expression. 'She just attacked me,' she declared with false innocence

Maya felt her blood boil again. She lunged forward, but this time she found herself restrained by Alexia's arms, who firmly held her back

'Mara,' Alexia's voice was soft yet firm as she pulled her away. 'Mara, listen to me.'"

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guys my age

pairing: alexia putellas x ofc

summary: the new rookie looks up to alexia, yes, but it's not as innocent as she would hope to

warnings: age difference: claudia is 20 yo; power imbalance; I forgot pina's name was actually claudia, so there is two claudia's on the team, deal with it; smut, thigh riding, nipple play

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Claudia is quite pretty. Alexia never tried to actively deny that, but it bothered her that she noticed far too much. Pale skin, rather small built, brown hair cut to her chin and icy blue eyes that made her look more innocent than a girl her age should be. Claudia was too young for Alexia's taste. And yet—

She was one of the Barça B girls joining them for training for a while now, reeling from the adrenaline of the debut, cheeks lit aflame and skin shimmering with sweat. When she arrived, the first days she spent them figuring out if she should be called Claudia or Díaz, since Pina was already stabilised on the team. But Pina chose her surname, so Claudia kept her name.

Shirt off, the red and blue fabric thrown over her shoulder—her debut shirt, she would probably frame it. Alexia remembered that euphoric feeling, of the first game, of the first goal.

Claudia's volley had been the seventh goal of the day, almost irrelevant to the punctuation. But it had huge emotional impact, and Alexia was sure it would make the rounds on the Internet, it was beautiful and powerful.

Salma threw an arm over her shoulders, as they sang some Barça chants. Alexia joined quietly, as she dressed on her street clothes. Slama and Claudia had become tight at some point or another, between training sessions and media obligations from the club.

Alexia wouldn't be surprised to see them become a couple, sooner or later, women's football was full of partners that were teammates or rivals, but there was something that bothered her about it.

She waited by the car, patiently. Alexia may be one of the older, more settled players, but she understood the juvenile need to celebrate a little.

Finally, Claudia rushed to her side, after saying her good-byes to Salma. It was when they were alone like this, that Alexia felt the strangest.

Backpack slung over her shoulder, a pair of dark blue jeans and a green bomber jacket, Claudia looked her age. But her blue eyes, always shimmering with delight, turned a little bit glassier and bigger, looking at Alexia.

"Thank you for driving me," she said quietly, settling on the passenger seat. Alexia wanted to ask where her parents were, how could they have missed their daughter's debut at the highest level, but she decided against it. The last thing she needed was to delve into her mommy issues.

"Don't sweat it," Alexia replied. "It's nice to have company in the car. Drives get lonely."

After that, they were silent, as Claudia hummed the songs on the radio and Alexia focused on getting her to her apartment without checking the map. She had drove this path more than once, Claudia always being passed around by the players with cars.

"We're here," said Alexia, parking on a miraculous free spot.

"Merci, capi" said Claudia, picking her things up. Alexia ignored how the nickname made her feel. Claudia bent over to give her a goodbye kiss on the cheek, like she always did, but Alexia was shocked when she felt Claudia's lips on the corner of hers, close enough to be noticed, far away enough to claim it was a mistake.

The kiss lasted a second longer than it was proper, but it was enough for a crawling feeling to take over Alexia's stomach.

"Adéu," said Alexia, but she was talking alone, as Claudia slipped away quickly.

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The next game was away at Germany, and the team was buzzing with excitement. Alexia kept to herself a little, claiming that she was a bit tired because a bad night sleep, and letting Irene and Marta take over the captain duties.

Claudia had been assured that she would be subbed in around the 60s mark, Pere was very excited to see what his new youngster could do. Her and Salma spent all the plane ride giggling, showing each other silly things in their phones.

Alexia watched them for a while, a bitter taste invading her.

She could feel the ghost of Claudia's lips on her, and could not stop thinking about the way she looked at her, blue eyes big and shiny, like she adored her.

It wasn't uncommon for the rookies to have admired Alexia for long, but Claudia made it feel different.

Alexia couldn't lie and say she was never endeared, but that endearment was turning into something inappropriate, that she could not allow to happen.

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The room assignments at hotels were made at random, making sure everyone shared room with everyone, in an attempt to increase the team's chemistry. Nevertheless, it still caught Alexia by surprise when Claudia rolled her suitcase inside of her room.

Alexia hoped the stay would be uneventful, for the sake of her consciousness, but at night, when the lights were off, and sleep was hard to come by, she heard the sheets rustling in the bed nearby, as Claudia got up and crossed the distance between beds in a blink of an eye.

Alexia was laying on her side, facing Claudia, but she kept her eyes closed, thinking that if she pretended to be asleep, Claudia would leave her alone.

More rustling, this time from her bed, and soon she felt Claudia's body, accommodating against hers. Claudia's head was pressed to her shoulder, little whines leaving her throat as she tried to find a nice position.

Alexia gulped, the feeling of Claudia's bare thighs against her own was too much. But instead of pushing the girl away, Alexia threw an arm over her torso, pushing her closer to her body, and dropped a kiss to her hair, already feeling the grasps of guilt.

Claudia's whining died and was replaced by a short purring sound, before her breathing stabilised and Alexia was left alone with a sleeping teammate on her arms.

She was, oh, so fucked.

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Alexia woke up to to her alarm clock. In her arms, Claudia groaned, pressing her forehead to Alexia's clavicle. Turning off the alarm was challenging, having Claudia in the way, but she managed.

Alexia sighed, wondering if Claudia would be able to hear her heartbeat.

"You're very comfortable," said Claudia.

It confused Alexia, how Claudia could be so normal about this, how she didn't seem to notice what she was doing could get her, them, in trouble. Like flirting with your decade older captain was not a dangerous game to play.

"Claudia..." she started, but her voice died down on her throat as Claudia looked up to her, eyes sleepy but burning with desire. She pushed up a little and drop a small, quiet kiss, this time fully on Alexia's lips. "This is not a good idea..."

Claudia hummed, eyes closing and and squirming a little. Alexia's thigh was lodged between hers, ans she let out a little sound that had Alexia tightening her grasp on Claudia.

"Capi..." She should have stopped it. She should have been the responsible, wise captain she had been trusted to be. But that silly nickname took away all her self control.

The kiss was messy. Tongue and teeth clashing, Claudia was moaning softly, as her hips started moving, using Alexia's thigh to get some friction. She was suddenly grateful they had both chosen to go to bed with only a t-shirt and panties, because now it was easier to slide her hands all over Claudia's back, up and down to hold her hips and help her move.

The noises Claudia was making, both of their shaky breaths, Alexia was glad the volume wasn't enough to make it through any walls, because she could not stop. She felt the wet patch on her thigh, and it drove her even more insane.

Her hands pulled Claudia's shirt up, so she could play and suck on her nipples. The moans got higher pitched and soon Alexia had to help Claudia with her shaky hip movements, until the rookie was coming all over her thigh.

"Alexia..." she exhaled, cheeks rosy and eyes glazed, Alexia bit her lower lip. "Ah... Let me..."

Claudia's hand travelled to her panties, she wanted to help Alexia have an orgasm too, but Alexia wasn't ready. She could not let her know how wet she actually was, how turned on she was because of their illicit kissing and humping.

"We're going to be late," she said. Claudia pouted. "I don't know about you, but I don't want to take it up with Pere."

Alexia couldn't see that Claudia agreed. If there was something she wanted more than Alexia, it was to carve her spot on the team.

"Alright." She nodded. "But later..."

"We'll see," said Alexia, trying to be as vague as possible, but it was obvious to the both of them that she would cave in sooner or later. "Vamos," she gave Claudia a light smack on her thigh, and the girl giggled as she leaped off the bed, picking up her clothes and pausing to get one more kiss before going to the shower.

Alexia sighed, as she heard the door close. She was so fucked it wasn't even funny.

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Dancing Juice

Barcelona femeni x Teen reader

word count: 2500

Summary: teenage reader has a little too much to drink on a night out with the team, but all the girl wants to do is dance.

Warnings: alcohol, vomiting, some swearing

For context: reader lives with Alexia requests open :)

You are the highest you have ever been, dancing like the kid you are in the change rooms post-match. A pure and smooth win for the team has the us celebrating. Blasting music and singing echoing of the hard walls of the room, shaking from the synchronized jumping and dancing of the team.

You can barely feel your body, concluding from a mix of your teammates picking you up into the air and your consistent jumping to the beat of whatever song was playing. You felt as though you were cloud nine, and that feeling didn’t leave you side all night, infect, in the coming hours it would only get more intense.

You had all showered and cleaned yourself up before piling into Ubers and heading to a club around the corner, you are still only 16, but managed to get in as Frido knows the owners. You wore a little black top, paired with a white Demin mini skirt and a pair of sneakers, most of the team wore the same sort of thing.

You walk into the crowded room, a strong strobe light being to only lighting too the space. Your eyes laid themselves upon team, sitting cosy in a large booth as members piled through the door. The next notable feature of the room being the dance floor, you would be spending most of the night there.

“Hola y/n, you clean up well” you are greeted by Ona who helps you find a spot to sit at the booth. You have let your natural curls breathe for the night, a rare sight for the girls, who would consistently tell you to stop straightening it.

Most the girls hold drinks in their hands, a sight which made you immediately uncomfortable, it wasn’t anything to do with them, but you always hated when they would drink, and you would have to stay entirely sober. It makes you feel a little left out in a way. Alexia has known about this little issue of yours for a few months, having had pulled you aside once at a party when you had completely shut done when everyone had gotten absolutely pissed of their heads. You confessed your hatred for the act, but still Alexia would never let you have a drink when out. Only on the occasion would she pour you a small glass of something at home, where she could really keep an eye on you and make sure you were okay. It’s not like you were entirely innocent, you had gotten drunk a few times with your school friends, which always resulted in in a heavy scolding from Alexia and other teammates who she would dob on you to.

“Why don’t you have a drink Bebita, as a treat for your amazing work today” Alexia says, putting down her glass on the table, looking you in the eye.

You feel a smile approach your face. “are you sure?” you ask, that last thing you needed was Alexia telling you off the second you got home.

Instead of answering, she pushed a shot glass across the table. You look back, eyes wide as she nods her head. You lift the glass in your hands looking at it, questions your choices.

“Go on”

Your mouth feels hot as the liquid pours through your body, making you feel giddy. You screw you face up in discomfort. That was bad, but you somehow want more.

You sit in the booth for a bit, sipping on the cocktail Jenni had gotten you. Some of the girls had starting dancing, you yearned to join them, you feel like you have so much energy, like you could go all night.

“Voy a bailar” you announce, standing up, your legs leading you to the sound of the dance floor.

“Be careful y/n” someone says as you turn your back from the booth.

Your quick to find Ona and Ingrid on the floor, jumping with drinks in their hands, screaming the lyrics to the song playing. They pull you into them and once you start you don’t stop. You have always been a dancer at parties, much preferring it to sitting around talking. You dance your little heart out with the girls, a few more joining as the songs play, you feel like your spinning, strobe lights so bright you can’t see the person in front of you, it’s amazing. All you can hear is the screaming singing of your teammates and the random others around you.

“I’m getting another drink” Ingrid tells the group. “You want one?” she asks One who nods her head.

“Me too” you butt in. Ingrid smiles.

“Did Alexia say you could drink?” she questions with a raised brow.

“Yeah somehow” you answer.

“You better not be lying” she says as she begins to walk off.

“Would I ever” you yell back. She lets out a small laugh before walking away, rolling her eyes.

While you wait you head back to the booth to see some of the older girls, Aleixa, Jenni, Lucy and Frido look to be in deep discussion about who knows what. The current song playing is one you don’t know, so you take it as an excuse to take a break from the lights and loud music. As you get over, Lucy wraps and arm around your side from her sat position, not looking up from the conversation.

“Guys come dance” you begin to plead… “its so fun, stop being boring” your head is swaying from side to side as your words find themselves on your tongue.

The girls look up from their conversation at your pleading.

“In a bit Bonita” Frido replies, sharing a kind smile. Lucys thumb gently rubs your waist as she looks up at you.

“Aghhhhh” you roll your eyes and tilt your head back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Y/n, Drinks” you here Ingrid yell across the room, now connected at the hip to Mapi.

You begin the walk over to her, grabbing your drink saying thank you. You push down your fourth shot of the night and sip on the drink Ingrid had gotten you.

The booth, now absents by you, look at one and other.

“She is so drunk” Jenni says with a gentle laugh.

“She’s fine” Alexia says with a smile, lifting her glass to her lips. “It will teach her a lesson”.

Your still going, not a tired bone in your body, alcohol is fun.

“Omg I love with song” you scream with excitement in Onas’s ear as you dance along side one and other. You sing every lyric as if you had memorized the fast paced rap in the past. Yous hips move from side to side, arms in the air, hair down in the motion of it all. The girls are impressed with your non-stop energy.

Its all soon to turn south though, as you feel a pit in your stomach. Your head felt like it was being slammed into a wall. You attempt to dance the feeling away. It’s not working.

You’re on the floor of the club bathroom all too soon. Throwing up what felt like a lung. Your knees aching on the floor and face in hands, regret starts to hit.

The team, who were all keeping a very close eye on your energetic dancing frame all night were suddenly slightly panicked when you couldn’t be spotted in the crowed of dancers.

However, their concerns were quickly put to rest when Frido found you in the bathroom. She had walked in and called out your name.

“Y/n? You in here?” she yelled out.

You took a deep breath before calling back. “yeah” your voice is muffled from the throwing up and tears of pain. You don’t even hear her push to door of the cubical open, the only indicator that she is in the space with you being her front pressing against your back as she kneels done behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“I feel like shit Frido” you say, placing your head back to lean on her shoulder. She stocks a hand along your forehead, down to your chin.

“I’m not surprised darling” she says gently. “Little miss energy has finally crashed”.

“I have not, I still want to dance” you whine, extending the last syllables.

“I think we better get you home little one” she says, looking down at your soft eyes.

“No, I want to dance” you say sitting up too fast, quickly leaning back against her.

“We can dance at Alexias, what do you think?” she bargains.

You let out a loud disapproving sigh, “As long as you promise”.

The car ride home was anything but uneventful. Lucy drives with Jenni is the passenger seat. You in the back, squeezed between Alexia and Frido. Your head is rested on Alexia as you quietly sing songs to yourself. None of the girls have told you to shut up, so you happily carry on. You do your little dancing in the back, enjoying yourself once again.

“Oh and the happy drunk is back” Jenni says with a playful eyeroll, looking at you in the mirror.

“She was never gone Jenni, just needed a rest” you snap back, getting a laugh from the women is the car. You bounce in your seat, regaining your energy.

“Lucyyyyy” to start, you can feel her eye roll.

“What little one?” she questions.

“Can we pull over; I want to dance” you start to beg.

“No darling, we are almost at Alexias, and we need to get you to bed” she says sternly.

“WHAT!” you whisper yell at the top of your whisper lungs. “Frido you LIAR” you say, almost in tears.

Frido mentally face palms herself. “We can still dance baby girl”.

You put your face into Alexias’s neck, upset. She pats your head at places kisses on your hairline.

Once you arrive back at home, Alexia picks you up and brings you inside, despite your protests. She sits you on the couch as Lucy grabs you some water, Jenni getting some vomit bags for the long night ahead.

Lucy hands Alexia the water, who then hands it to you.

“Drink” she says simply.

“Only if you promise I can dance” you snap back.

“Bebita, just drink the fucking water” Alexia instructs, frustrated.

“NO! I want confirmation that I get to dance” you say, acting like a smart ass, crossing your arms, tilting your chin up.

Alexia simply grabs the back of your neck in response, tilting you head up further, pressing the glass to your lips. You open you mouth as she slowly pours the water down your throat. Her tight grip on your hair relaxes when the glass is empty. She brings the glass down from your lips and presses a kiss on your forehead, contradicting her previous harsh movements.

“Good girl bebita” she says, nudging her thumb on your cheek. “Do you still want to dance, or would you prefer to get some rest?”

You look up at her with tired sleepy eyes, nudging yourself into her, she wraps her arms around you and lays you down on the couch. “You need to stay where we can see you for a bit, little one. Okay?”

You simply nod.

The four of them stay around for a bit longer while you sleep peacefully on the couch. They have a bit more to drink between them and gossip before Lucy, Jenni and Frido head home, all pressing a kiss on your sleeping face before saying goodnight.

Alexia is sat on the other side of the couch, staring directly at your sleeping body. All Alexia ever wanted to do was take care of you. She loves you so deeply. She thinks you are the strongest girl in the world, knowing what you have been though, yet you continue to keep a smile on not only your own face, the faces of those around you. She saw the way you never failed to make people laugh, even the shyest of people.

You begin to wake up, with the feeling of eyes on you. Alexia smiles at you with a tilt of her head.

“Let’s get you changed and in bed. Hm?” She says lifting you by the waist as you wrap your legs around her, head tucked into her neck.

You’re soon changed and snuggled into your bed. Alexia sits on the end of it, watching you fall softly in and out of sleep before she gets up to leave for her own bed.

“Wait Alexia” she spins, it’s the first words she’s heard you say in a few hours. “Can you stay, I don’t feel good on my own tonight” you explain.

She lets out a loud breath, making her way back towards you. “Scoot over then” she says lifting the covers and laying done behind you, you roll over, so your face is in her chest. Her arms wrap around you and pull you closer.

“Goodnight Bebita”

“Night Alexia”

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INTIMATE DIAGNOSES

A new residency. Two souls destined to collide. And a connection that defies all expectations...

Mia Chen has always been considered a prodigy. Graduating from medical school at the age of 23, her life has been marked by pressure and high expectations. As she begins her residency at the prestigious hospital in San Francisco, she hopes to prove that she can live up to her reputation, but what she doesn't anticipate is her encounter with the enigmatic Dr. Charlotte Kensington, one of the most renowned obstetrician-gynecologists in the country.

Dr. Kensington is known not only for her skill in the operating room but also for her strict discipline and high demands of those who work alongside her. As the long nights of work bring them closer, Mia begins to discover that behind Dr. Kensington's façade lies a world filled with vulnerabilities and longings.

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I can't wait

might post this soon! please like this tweet if you wanna be tagged once i post

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I have an unpopular opinion.

Girls who are fans of male football players and find out they have girlfriends can be categorized in two ways, as there are two extremes: the extremely jealous and negative ones, like that girl Lorena on tiktok, who constantly posts "evidence" that Anna and Gavi are not together and she seems to be “seeking fame”. On the other hand, there are those who praise the girlfriends of these football players just because they are their girlfriends.

A case in point is Bertha. I have nothing against her because I don't know her, but her content sometimes tends to undermine other girls to make herself feel better. Yet, people keep telling her things like "you are the best friend of all the girls," when it’s clear they say that just because she’s Fermin's girlfriend.

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There's this TikToker caroline lusk whose very attractive anyway she made a vid abt how males complement her all the time but the moment she recognizes her beauty and says smth like "yea my eyes r beautiful" they go off on her calling her "cocky" and arrogant despite just writing poetry abt her beauty just minutes earlier and that got me thinking abt how even the most gorgeous woman and Caroline rly is that gorgeous and even at her level women aren't allowed 2 confidently acknowledge her beauty and attractiveness when by Caroline words "it's been shoved down my throat that I'm beautiful" like so why isn't she allowed 2 say that she's beautiful and be self aware abt it yk males wanna see u as beautiful but once u see yourself as such ur no longer that 2 them

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esto es lo más gracioso que voy a ver en mi vida

No culpo a Hemp, es que estaba muy cansado correr todo el partido y la pierna de Ona estaba alli, ella solo necesitaba un descansito.

En serio no puedo dejar de reír jajajajaja Ona como la empuja y luego como que se acuerda que su trabajo es cubrirla y vuelve a presionarla jajajaja