#Broke: Round 0

[a-very-pleasant-view]

Broke: Round 0 (Pt. 2)

Brandi feels bad about chewing Dustin out in front of Angela, and then ruining his first kiss, so she asks him to play catch so they can chat. It’s hard to get Dustin to talk about anything, so she takes any opportunity to bond with him. 

Later that night, Dina calls to invite Brandi downtown. Dustin ensures her he can look after his brothers, and she heads out for a night off. I do wonder what Dina is thinking with this outing though...

Because I play with Meetmetotheriver’s clean templates, Bella is a townie in my hood. I don’t like this so I ban her from all lots, but clearly I forgot. This shot canonically didn’t happen, but I found it funny that she just stares Dina down and Dina pretends not to see her. 

Poor Mortimer doesn’t even turn around and never even knows she was there before I teleport her off the lot.

Back at the house, Dustin rolls the want to teach Beau how to talk. Despite Dustin’s criminal ways and rebellious exterior, he’s an extremely good brother to Beau. He wants to make sure Beau has a better life than he does. 

Dustin may have had ulterior motives when he pushed Brandi to go downtown. With her passed out in a cloud of her own stink, it makes it easy for him to sneak out with Angela for a second chance at that first kiss. 

But despite his best efforts, he’s busted. 

The bright lights on the kitchen window wake Brandi up from her nap, and she comes out to see what’s going on. She’s sick of seeing the police on her doorstep, it seems they’re constantly bringing Dustin home lately. 

Dustin hangs his head as he walks inside to face his mother. He feels bad when she has to bail him out of trouble, but he just can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble. Ever since his dad died, he’s been angry at the world. 

A very fitting end to the Broke family’s set-up round, Dustin crying about being busted over a moldy slice of pizza. 

[defaultsalsamusic]

i'm in the process of preparing and starting a new neighborhood based on the sims 1's old town and wanted to share and record my progress! i need to give a shoutout to @tvickiesims' old town sims recreated which i am using as the basis of this file! in addition, the neighborhood itself was created by @kalisasims and cleaned by sunraidersims.

anyways! i first started with the hick family which i actually did a lot of major changes to. the main thing is that i've started to merge the lore with the broke family of sims 3 in hopes to eventually be a part of the pleasantview broke family.

i've never played the sims 3, but i was slightly inspired by the sims 3 broke family's home with the multiple buildings. i also put each building on a foundation (a pain in the ass, i had to shift the main building one tile because it just wouldn't let me put a foundation there) since there is no way a house like this should be at ground-level. the new shack is not very substantial but i figure i'll add to it as the family gets more money. i also replaced the interior bathroom with an outhouse (a sims 1 recreation by @crispsandkerosene) and a dorm shower which makes a huge mess so idk if i'll keep it that way. but! makes more room in the house.

(also ngl i moved to another lot a little further from the main strip of old town because it didn't fit the business district aesthetic i want for that area...... i'm sorryyyyy)

ANYWAYS to now introduce the cast:

first we have elden hick from the original family. i changed his look a bit and aged him down to a teen but he is still CC-free. i made him a pleasure sim and changed his personality and interests to match his sims 1 (usa) version. he is 0 neat/5 outgoing/7 active/8 playful/5 nice.

elden is a bit of a rebellious teen who is head over heels with his girlfriend, flo. he is not very ambitious, which is a pain point between him and his mother.

also seen here is leroy the rottweiler. i'm not a fan with the default sims 2 dog breeds so i replaced the original leroy with a male rottweiler designed by PharoahHound. leroy's personality is between doofus and genius/hyper/independent/aggressive/pigpen and is the youngest of the family's three dogs.

back to the human sims, next we have mama hick and (a character who was not in the sims 1) baby named skip broke. :) mama is a elden's mother is an adult popularity sim in about the middle of her life stage. mama used to be a celebrity in sim city, but has since fallen from fame after losing her fortune (and having her son ngl). mama's interests and personality are based on her north american sims 1 personality which is neat 2/outgoing 4/active 2/playful 7/nice 7.

the mother of skip and elden's girlfriend is none other than flo broke! flo is basically a female dustin broke with dyed red hair (genetically blonde). like elden, she prefers a bit of a punk style. she is a family sim and has a personality of 5 nice/6 outgoing/4 active/3 playful/6 nice. she loves both elden and skip, but her relationship with mama is difficult. mama blames flo for being a bad influence on her son. still, mama let flo live on her property once she got kicked out.

another of the three dogs is bobo the male australian shepherd, who is the oldest of the three dogs. like all the dogs here, the previous bobo was replaced with a new one (this one was made by DemittiNix with minor color edits). bobo's personality is doofus/lazy/independent/aggressive/in between pigpen and finicky.

finally, the last and middle dog is duke, the male german shepherd! duke is edited from Fifar and probably the most edits i've done on any sim in this family. tbh i am pretty proud of it, though fifar did do most of the work! duke's personality is doofus/lazy/in between independent and friendly/aggressive/finicky. pretty much all the dogs here are aggressive and independent so they are definitely a challenge!

the house i feel has a lot to be desired but in general i'm really looking forward to actually playing this family!

[the-hippiesimmer]

After returning from school with a C+ Dustin brings home Angela Pleasant to introduce to his mother Brandi Broke.

[that-house]

Went bowling for my roommate’s birthday at a place with basically no automation or sensors in the lanes, manual score entry for each frame, and very lax security.

So we made a wheel of 25 power ups and debuffs and everyone spun it on their turn.

The available effects:

Switch Names with Another Player (you get their spot on the scoreboard and they get yours) (this is mandatory even if you’re in first)

+3 Points this frame

Bowl 2 balls at once, one in each hand

Gutter balls give you another throw, as many times as it takes for you to successfully hit the pins twice

The worst player bowls for you this frame

The worst player bowls for a player of your choice the next time that person would bowl

The best player bowls for you this frame

Bowl it with your eyes closed

Bowl it backwards between your legs

Bowl it with your feet (this one nearly broke someone’s foot)

Bowl it with your knees

Spin until dizzy, then bowl

Spin the Wheel 3 More Times

Permanent -1 to all subsequent frames

Choose a number besides 0, if you hit that many pins this frame you get a strike, else get a 0 for this frame

Coin flip: strike or zero (this came up like five times and the flip was won once)

First throw this frame has to be a gutter ball

Balance on one leg for the frame

Tell a joke (no stakes to this one)

Pick someone to bowl for you, they have to do their best

Give -3 to someone’s next frame

Automatic 7 on this frame

Permanent +1 to all subsequent frames

Half points for the frame (round down)

Edit the score in one frame of your choice, for any player (once per game, then cannot be achieved again by ANYONE)

You get to throw one more ball each frame. You don’t spin the wheel anymore

It was fucking hilarious. One player spent two consecutive turns bowling with his knees, which went about as well as you’d expect (4 gutter balls). We all sucked and it was a great time

[wileys-russo]

caught on camera II a.putellas x sister!reader

caught on camera II a.putellas x sister!reader

"where are you going? the field is that way hermana." your sister grabbed your wrist as you started to head in the opposite direction. "good job alba! so smart." you cooed like you would to a dog, patting her condescendingly on the head.

"i am going to the bathroom! relajarse." you rolled your eyes and pulled your arm free. "tell mami." you nodded to the older woman who had practically sprinted down to the barrier already, embracing your eldest sister proudly after another big win.

"tell mami." alba mocked with a roll of her eyes, turning on heel and heading away as you did the same, watching cautiously that she was not paying attention as you turned and started to head toward the away section instead.

pulling out your phone you grinned at the influx of messages, slipping it into your pocket and ignoring the wary gazes of the oppositions fans who had long begun filing out of the stadium given their teams crushing 6-0 loss in the el classico.

"hola culer!" you looked up meeting familiar eyes and rounded up the stairs making a beeline for the brunette who sat waiting for you with a smirk. "hola madridista."

"alba! where is pequeña?" alexia frowned noticing your absence as the teams family and friends all stood littered around the field, her younger sister shrugging and going back to her conversation with some of her teammates.

"mami?" alexia questioned the older woman. "in the bathroom alexia, she is fine." her mother chuckled at the persistence, alexia humming and turning around hearing a sharp bark of laughter right behind her.

"i think i found her amiga and she is not in the bathroom." mapi sung out and grinned wolfishly, alexia frowning at the defender who nodded upwards and pointed her hand, alexia's eyes following her outstretched finger.

and sure enough there you were not in the bathroom, but rather on the jumbo screen as the cameras panned the audience, locked in on the away zone where you sat practically in the lap of a tall brunette wearing a real madrid jersey.

"who is that!" alexia spat out in shock as you leaned in and pressed your lips sweetly to the strangers, grinning and whispering something in her ear as the two of you were far too caught up in one another to clock you were on screen.

"this is too good." alba overheard and also followed her sisters gaze, lips curling upward as she scrambled for her phone and snapping a picture she wasted no time texting it to you.

"joder." you breathed out as your eyes flickered downward to your phone on your knee which pinged with a new message. "whats wrong amor?" your girlfriend questioned with a concerned frown as you handed her the phone, chancing a look downward and wincing as your eyes locked with your sisters.

alba was looking more than amused, cheshire like grin plastered on her lips as she drew her finger across her throat repeatedly and you paled as she pointed to your eldest sister who indeed looked ready to murder you.

"oh no." your girlfriend mumbled and you glanced back at her to catch her gaze facing downward at her cousin who also looked ready to kill, misa's fists clenched by her side as she glared up at the two of you having seen it herself on the jumbo screen.

"do you think its better or worse if we run?" you winced, moving off of her as she squeezed your hand. "worse, definitely worse cariño." your girlfriend sighed as you broke apart, you heading down towards your sister as sofía headed off toward her cousin.

you were overly cautious with your steps, hovering by the barrier as alexia remained unmoving, arms crossed and eyes burning a hole right in your head. "ven aquí!" the blonde ordered angrily pointing in front of her as you sighed and hopped over the barrier.

"mami!" you called out gaining the older womans attention, shooting to her side and playing the baby card, mumbling in her ear and hiding behind her as alexia scoffed and mapi sent you a somewhat proud grin over her shoulder.

"alexia! leave your sister be." eli warned sternly as you peeked over the top of her head and clung tightly onto her, refusing to make a move any closer to your eldest sister who continued to angrily gesture for you to go to her.

however your luck could only last for so long as eli was called by a few of the other girls parents for a group photo, tugging her hand free of your grip with a roll of her eyes as she strode off.

now defenseless you turned to face your sisters who were still a few feet away, giving them a charming smile as mapi stood behind them now drawing her finger over her throat with a shake of her head as ingrid shoved her with a frown.

"hermana's! why don't we just all talk about this like grown ups?" you suggested, starting to back up as they both advanced toward you. "sí nena, like grown ups. so come here and we will talk then." alexia spoke, dangerously calm but still continuing on toward you.

"we can talk from here, space is good. people need space!" you gestured to the rapidly disappearing gap between the three of you. you stumbled as suddenly you backed up right into a body, strong hands steadying you as you sighed in relief.

though as you looked and realized who had hands on you, your face paled.

"hola misa." you smiled nervously, your girlfriend hovering behind her with a guilty grimace. "hola chica." the keeper spoke, tone steely and glare unwavering as you managed to tug her hands off you and step back.

backing up even further now with all three girls still advancing, alexia's gaze strayed toward your girlfriend whose eyes widened seeing the obvious anger in them as both of you moved a little closer to one another.

you liked to think you knew each other quite well after nearly six months of being with one another, so when you and the brunette shared a look, you both knew exactly what the other was thinking without a single word needing to be said.

"vamos!" you leapt over the barrier as she did the same, misa lunging for your ankle as alexia tried to grab at your girlfriend but both of you managed to get up and over the barrier without being caught.

"didn't we say this was worse?" sofía laughed a little as you joined hands and sprinted up the stairs not chancing a look back as you made a beeline for the first exit in sight.

"sí,but this way we can at least have one last dinner together before we are both murdered." you grinned, the two of you mumbling apologies as you bumped into people as you sprinted through the stadium and headed for the exit, ignoring the warning yells from security to slow down.

~

"you are sure you don't want me to stay over preciosa?" sofía questioned softly, hand interlocked with hers over the middle console of her car as she parked out the front of your building.

"no cari. if i know my sisters the moment the sun is up they will be knocking my door down with a million questions." you chuckled with a roll of your eyes.

"do you really want to stay over or do you just want to avoid your cousin?" you teased with a smile, the taller girl pushing your head affectionately before leaning in to press a gentle kiss against your lips.

"i'll call you tomorrow?" she questioned as you slipped out of her car, resting your forearms on the open window with a nod, stretching your neck to peck her lips a few more times.

she waited until she could see you were safely inside your building before taking off, your chest heaving a little as you hurried up the few flights of stairs between you and the promise of a hot shower and bed.

however as you unlocked your front door, it would seem that was not in the cards for you just yet.

you hummed the last song which had been playing on the radio in the car as you kicked off your shoes and dropped your keys in the bowl by the door, but turning around you let out a scream and nearly fell over.

"hola hermanita." alexia spoke calmly, sat facing the front door on an armchair as alba was sprawled lazily across your sofa behind her. "a la mierda! did you break in to my apartment loca?" you accused with a scowl.

"not breaking and entering if you have keys chiqui." alba smiled holding up her hand, twirling a ring of keys around on her finger. "you stole mami's spare key?" you narrowed your eyes with a scoff, slowly starting to walk toward your room.

"no we have our own." alexia answered honestly as your eyes widened. "i did not okay that!" you huffed glaring at both of them who seemed unfazed.

"well then if you have keys idiotas, let yourselves out." you rolled your eyes and made a break for your room, but you weren't fast enough as strong arms wrapped around you and held you back.

"joder ale get off!" you groaned trying to break free, landing a kick on alba's shin who swore at you and smacked the back of your head as alexia shoved you down into the armchair she'd previously been sitting in.

"no no pequeña you wanted to talk like grown ups, so lets talk like grown ups!" alexia announced, pushing you back down as you tried to stand, giving up with a defeated sigh and glaring at both your older sisters stood in front of you.

"really?" your eyes narrowed in disbelief as alba flicked on the reading lamp and pointed it at you. "what is this, an interrogation?" you mocked, crossing your legs under you to get more comfortable.

"i don't have to tell either of you idiotas anything." you huffed stubbornly, wincing as alba moved the lamp to flash right in your eye. "watch your mouth." alexia warned, forever stern which only made you roll your eyes again, another pet hate of hers.

"we let you enjoy your little dinner at hectors pequeña, time to start talking." alexia's words had your eyes widening. "you are still tracking my phone? mami made you promise to delete that stupid app!" you growled with a glare.

"don't know why you're laughing idiota, she tracks yours too." you huffed at alba wiping the grin right off her face. "ale!" the girl pushed your sister who waved her off mumbling about it not being the time.

"who is she?" alexia asked firmly, eyes burning protectively as you stayed quiet, frowning a little in confusion as alexia nodded and alba walked off for a moment.

"really? that won't work alexia i am not five anymore." you scoffed as alba returned with a small very scruffy bear in her hands, something alexia herself had given you the day you were born.

however it was also used by her as a means of getting any and all information out of you that she could when you were much younger, which was normally after alba had stolen something from her, hidden a secret or snuck out.

"pequeña. tell me!" a fourteen year old alexia warned sternly, towering over a four year old you sat on the edge of her bed clutching at the bear which never seemed to leave your side. "don't know!" you lied, your eldest sisters eyes narrowing, you always were a terrible liar.

"yes you do. where is she?" alexia asked again, patience thinning as you shrugged. "i know you do pequeña because you are always hiding by the doors listening to everyone when you are not supposed to. do you want me to tell mami you are lying?" alexia raised an eyebrow as you stayed silent and she sighed.

"fine. if you will not tell me then mr bear can go for a swim in the toilet." alexia shrugged, easily grabbing it from you and turning as you leapt off the bed and latched onto her leg.

"alba's at the park!" you revealed, holding your arms out for the bear which alexia kept captive in her grip. "and she took my ball with her, sí? the special blue one." alexia asked as you nodded instantly and alexia scoffed.

picking you up and giving you back the bear she yelled out for your mami who was in the kitchen. "ale! do not be so rough with your sister." eli warned as alexia placed you to sit down on the counter, again snatching the bear away from you.

"mami she won't give it back!" you whined as alexia pushed your hands away where they reached for the bear. "alexia give it back to her." eli sighed tiredly, stirring lunch on the stove.

"tell her what you just told me chiqui and you can have mr bear back." alexia promised as you frowned and she raised an eyebrow daring you not to do as she asked.

"alexia said she would make mr bear swim in the toilet." you parroted as your older sister winced, eli flicking her with the tea towel she had in hand. "alexia putellas segura just because you are older does not mean you get to pick on your sisters! you know better than that." the older woman warned, grabbing the bear from her hand and placing it back in yours.

"not that! the other part about alba sneaking out." alexia groaned, rubbing her hip where the towel had connected. "alba is in her room." eli frowned as alexia shook her head. "no. but she is supposed to be because she is grounded!" alexia reminded.

"tell me where your sister is please hija." eli asked softly, brushing your hair from your face. "at the park, snuck out her window." you hugged the bear tightly, legs swinging a little where they were unable to touch the ground.

"and she stole my ball! the one from the barça final that papi got for me." alexia added on with a frown as eli sighed again, moving past her toward your other sisters room.

unfortunately for alba she had never had the best luck or timing, so to be caught climbing through her window again right as her door swung open wasn't all that surprising.

"you told on me again? you're such a baby!" alba's head popped out of her doorway, her eyes narrowing as alexia stepped protectively in front of you, your hand gripping her t-shirt as eli pulled her back into the room to keep yelling.

"hey. wanna watch a movie pequeña?" alexia turned around, picking you up again and heading for the sofa. "not mad at me anymore?" you questioned with a small frown making your older sister smile and kiss your cheek.

"no i'm not mad at you hermanita, i'm mad at alba. you might eavesdrop but at least you don't steal!" she tickled your stomach making you grin as she collapsed into the lounge and sat you on her lap.

"here's your stupid ball!" alexia's hand snapped up to catch the small ball hauled at her before alba's door slammed shut again, eli warning her not to do it again unless she'd like to add another week onto the grounding she was already facing from cutting off a small lock of alexia's hair last week.

you of course knew she only did it because alexia hadn't allowed alba to hang out with her and her friends and locked her out of her room, but neither of your sisters had caught you eavesdropping that time.

"no? okay." alexia shrugged as your other sister grabbed a pair of scissors from her pocket and raised an eyebrow. "you wouldn't." you called their bluff with narrowed eyes, crossing your arms. "but do you want to risk that pequeña?" alba smirked as your jaw clenched and she held the scissors up to one of the bears arms.

all three of you locked in a staring contest alexia's lips curled into a smug smile seeing the internal battle evident on your face as alba slowly started to close the scissors.

"fine! she's misa's cousin, her name is sofía." you gave in as they both knew you would, sharing a smug look which made your blood boil. "how long have you been seeing her?" alexia questioned, scissors still held up to the small bear.

"six months. we met at the world cup, she was there with misa's whole family." you answered honestly as both older girls eyes widened. "six months! you've kept this a secret for six months?" you caught the bear which alba tossed at you.

"yes. and this should tell you exactly why i didn't tell you!" you scoffed, both of them, alexia in particular, ridicously overprotective when it came to your dating life, something which caused nothing but arguments with the three of you.

"she's twenty three? she is too old for you!" alba showed her phone to alexia who fixed you with a murderous glare. "you're stalking her instagram? seriously?" you groaned as your head thumped back against the armchair.

"i'm twenty! which means i can date whoever i want and it is none of either of your businesses. so stay out of it and stay out of my life before i shut you both out completely!" you warned standing up to your feet.

"privacy is a luxury and not one that you get as the baby of the family pequeña. and if you think we're bad? wait till we tell mami!" alba threatened as alexia hummed her agreement, attention focused on alba's phone as she no doubt stalked every digital footprint she could find for your girlfriend.

"mami already knows puta. she's met sofía plenty of times!" it was your turn to smile smugly as that gained alexia's attention back and she handed alba the phone. "mami knows?" alexia's eyes narrowed as you nodded.

"sí. and she likes her! now don't you have a girlfriend of your own to get home to ale instead of pestering me about mine?" you rolled your eyes, disappearing to use the bathroom and return your bear to its rightful position in your room, making a quick phone call as you did.

"-yes amor. i will leave right now i promise, i'll be home soon." you smiled as alexia hung up her phone, once more looking ready to murder you. "you called olga? you are a rat!" your eldest sister growled as you shrugged.

"now since you have keys, please see yourselves out!" you waved toward your door, neither of them moving as you collapsed into the lounge.

"this is not over hermanita." alexia warned as you waved her off and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, hearing her call out that she loved you making your eyes roll as your door closed.

"hey!" you frowned as the remote was snatched from your hand before you could click a single button. "get out." you groaned, trying to shrug off alba who sat down next to you, leaning her whole body weight into you and slinging an arm over your shoulders.

"didn't alexia leave?" you sighed as alba browsed through the tv trying to find something to watch. "she did, but i'm staying. sister sleepover!" alba squealed and pinched your cheeks again as you shoved her off.

"do i have a choice?" "no alexia drove me here chiqui so you're stuck with me, lucky you!"

"i wish i was an only child." you grumbled as your sister finally shuffled away and gave you some space, her legs swinging to sit in your lap as she settled for a love island re-run.

"all the secret girlfriends you could have nena and you choose a real madrid suppporter. you are a disgrace to blaugrana!"

~

"amor do you want one egg or two?" you called out, your girlfriend calling back two from the living room where she was curled up watching a movie as you cooked breakfast.

having just taken them off the stove you jumped a little in surprise as your phone began to ring, though seeing it was only alexia you rolled your eyes and let it ring out.

an avid fan of calling to ask the most simple question which could have just been a text, nine in the morning was too early for all of that as you plated up the rest of the food and tucked your phone into your back pocket.

"if you spill a single drop of this on my lounge you're not getting anything for at least three weeks sof." you warned very carefully handing the taller girl a plate who grinned.

"princesa last time you made that threat you lasted two days before you gave in." sofía teased, pressing a few grateful kisses to your cheek as you sat down beside her.

you hadn't even lifted your fork to your mouth before your phone rang again and you put your plate down with a sigh, pushing your hips up and grabbing it out from your back pocket you frowned seeing this time it was olga.

assuming it must be something serious you clicked accept, walking out of the room and sending your girlfriend a reassuring look before you did, concern written on her face as she watched you go.

"hola? olga? está todo bien?" you asked worriedly, sitting on the edge of your bed. "hola hermana, todo va bien." your sister spoke as you sighed a little in relief but then that quickly turned to annoyance.

"why are you calling me from your girlfriends phone ale?" you accused with a roll of your eyes. "because you did not answer me and i need to talk to you!" your sister answered as again you sighed and told her to get on with it.

"i need to meet sofía." your eldest sister spoke somewhat sternly, though there was the sound of a smack and mumbling before she cleared her throat.

"i would like to meet your girlfriend please nena." alexia corrected and a smile settled on your lips already picturing olga sat beside her trying to coach her through this, much more in touch with her emotional intelligence and empathy than your sister was.

"no." you tested her reaction, hearing her huff in annoyance and more mumbling in the background. "i do not have bad intentions pequeña. alba and mami both said she makes you happy, i would like to see that too por favor." alexia spoke a little coldly though you knew there was no real malice in her tone.

you'd not exactly had much choice in your older sister meeting your girlfriend, alba having caught wind that sofía was coming over with you to your family home for a dinner just with eli she'd cancelled plans with her own friends and 'dropped in for a visit'.

though with strict warning from eli to behave she did for the most part, taking sofía aside only for a moment when you'd used the bathroom to warn her about what would happen should she ever choose to hurt you.

which was not dissimilar to the speech you were given from misa when you'd finally fronted up to meeting her after the runaway after the el classico.

now it was just alexia left who had been pressuring you ever since about wanting to meet your girlfriend, however with threats her main source of communication you'd held firm in keeping as much about your love life hidden away from her as you could.

"i would like to get lunch today if you are both free, so i can meet her properly." alexia spoke a little softer now as you glanced over to your girlfriend whose eyes were now glued back to the tv as everything seemed okay with you.

"only if olga comes." you heard a snicker of laughter in the background at that as alexia sighed deeply. "yes, olga will be there. so you will come?" she questioned as now you sighed.

"sí. text me when and where, and we will be there."

~

"hey. cariño it will be fine!" you smiled at the way your girlfriends knee bounced nervously, eyes darting about as you parked up a few shops down from the cafe where alexia had asked you to meet.

"i know." sofía exhaled quietly as your hand rested on her knee to still its bouncing. "we're in public mi cielo, she cannot kill you with witnesses." you teased to try and ease the mood a little more achieving a smile on the taller girls face.

"vamos amor, sooner we get there the sooner we leave." you patted her leg and cut off the engine as your girlfriend nodded. "plus, pretty sure i promised you whatever you want once we get back if you came." you smiled suggestively.

"mm you did, i won't forget that preciosa." sofía grinned, leaning over to kiss you softly before the two of you left the car, walking hand in hand as you already spotted the back of your sisters head.

"hola pequeña." olga saw you before alexia did, standing to pull you into a hug and kiss your cheek as sofía hovered just behind you, clearly unsure what to do. moving to hug your sister you saw olga step forward to greet your girlfriend with a kind smile.

naturally you didn't push her to hug alexia, though you saw something flicker in your eldest sisters eyes when sofía pulled your chair out for you before sitting down herself.

"ale, stop it." you warned as the eldest putellas's hazel eyes narrowed in on your girlfriend, clearly sizing her up as you grabbed her hand beneath the table and squeezed gently.

"sofía, alexia. alexia, sofía." you introduced the two as your girlfriend smiled nervously and alexia hummed. though you didn't miss olga drive an elbow into her side, sending her a firm look as you hid your smile at the subtle gesture.

"i like your eh...tattoos." alexia started awkwardly, nodding to your girlfriends arms where several inked pieces of art were scattered. "gracias. you are a very good footballer and captain, misa speaks very highly of you." sofía complimented sincerely.

"how is she?" alexia asked as her eyes never left the younger girl across from her. "still licking her wounds from the loss, but good." a small smile settled on your sisters lips at that answer.

"and when we play them again, you would wear a barça jersey if my sister asked you to?" alexia questioned, holding up a hand to silence your protest before you could make them.

"i love your sister but i also love my cousin, so i would have to say no." the brunette answered honestly as you gave her hand a gentle squeeze beneath the table again.

"good, family is important." alexia nodded her approval at the answer and you watched your girlfriends shoulders sag a little in relief.

"which is why if you so much as harm one hair on my baby sisters head you will find yourself in a world of pain chica, and there would not be a corner of the world you could hide from me, i promise you that." alexia spoke casually as both yours and olga's eyes widened.

"alexia!" you both hissed in disapproval, your foot lashing out to kick her shin as olga again dug her elbow into her side. "what? i promised i would be nice, that was a very nice warning no?" alexia defended herself with a huff.

the waitress interrupted before anyone else could speak, dropping down some menu's and advising you ordered inside at the counter.

a momentary silence lapsed as you glanced up to see your sister and her girlfriend staring at one another, clearly communicating something as you chuckled quietly and leant your head on your own girlfriends shoulder.

"what are you thinking amor?" you questioned as she pointed to a few things she was tossing up between. "if i get the pasta and you get the chicken, go halves?" you suggested as she nodded happily, pecking your lips on reflex but clearly shrinking under your sisters gaze.

though catching olga's eyes she rolled them and nudged alexia, motioning her to focus on the menu as you smiled.

"vale amiga, lets go order." olga spoke a minute later, addressing your girlfriend who stood and followed after her into the cafe leaving you alone with your sister. "you didn't have to threaten her, alba already did that!" you rolled your eyes as she only smiled.

"yes i did, i am scarier than alba." alexia shrugged as you shook your head. "more unhinged maybe." you mumbled though if your sister heard she chose not to mention it.

"i like her." alexia spoke after a moment as surprise flashed across your face. "you are happy pequeña, and so long as she treats you right that is all i ever want. you would not have kept this a secret if you weren't." the blonde spoke softer now, smiling sincerely.

"i also wouldn't have kept it a secret if you and alba weren't so overprotective and crazy." you warned making the older girl chuckle. "you're the baby of the family pequeña, thats our job." alexia shrugged shamelessly.

"now when is she coming over to mami's to watch all the home videos we have of you?" "don't you dare."

[satorisoup]

𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓘𝓜𝓔 𝓐𝓖𝓐𝓘𝓝 . . .

𝓈𝓎𝓅𝓃𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓈 — satoru finds himself reminiscing on all of the fond memories he had of you, right until the very end.

𝒸𝓌 : 2.9k words. bittersweet. grief. angst. sickness & death. childhood best friends to lovers. mentions of children. noncurse! au.

𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 — this was my piece for @saelique’s angst collab !! also my first time writing angst :0 | @omitea @steleir

satoru recalls the time he met you at your neighborhood park, the one your mom would take you to every tuesday. playing in the sandbox, dolls and castle shaped molds carved into the warm grains. dusty knees that dug into the sand as you played, laughing and giggling to yourself. and when he bounced his way over to you with a pep in his step, he remembers you asking,

“ do you wanna play, too ? ”

he remembers his surprise at your question, falling into the sand with a thud as you broke out into a childs laughter at the pout on his face. he played with you until he heard the call of your name from your mother, face forming into a sad frown knowing you had to leave your new friend behind.

“ it’s okay, we can play next time ! ”

he could never forget the wide smile that replaced the tears that were forming in your eyes, waving goodbye at his promise to play in the sandbox again.

———

satoru muses his excitement when he found out you moved to the same street, just a few houses down. the feeling of the warm sun beating down on his bare skin, grass tickling the bottoms of his feet as he ran in your backyard through the sprinklers. you had a frilly swimsuit and popsicle stained mouth as you giggled and ran through the water once more.

he remembers how sometimes you couldn’t pronounce your r’s just right, so when you yelled out his name in retaliation after he pushed you into the cold sprinkler, all that would come out was a loud and precious,

“ s’towu ! ”

he remembers his gross grape flavored otterpop in the summer heat, because he knew you wanted the cherry one.

———

satoru reminisces on your first day of middle school together, bow ties and uncomfortable uniforms that were just a bit too big on you.

he remembers how you used to get bullied, vowing to protect you against the “ meanie’s ” that picked on you at recess. he remembers the soft hug you gave him as you thanked him for helping you, incoherent babbles that spilled into his chest resounding of a grateful,

“ thank you, toru’ ! ”

he remembers sitting down at the round lunch tables to eat food with you, reluctantly sharing his lunchable he begged for at the store with you because he knew you would ask for a bite anyway.

———

satoru recalls when you two were in highschool, seemingly growing up together into adults. he remembers meeting his best friends, but they could never truly compare to the bond you two had.

he remembers how you made a new clique of girlfriends, sitting with them at lunch and playfully shooing satoru away when he’d try to sit down and join the gossip at the girls table.

he remembers the neatly packed bento’s you would bring for him once or twice a week, so you could share with him just like you did in middle school.

he remembers the way his heart started to betray him without him even knowing, being a teenager with fluctuating hormones that had him seeing you in a different light than that of a best friend. he remembers how he felt the slightest bit flustered when your hand would brush against his shoulder in laughter, your sweet laughter, and how his face would heat up when you’d give him a hug goodbye after walking you home. how his heart would skip a beat when you’d call for him from the courtyard, skipping to his side so you could walk with him to class.

he remembers how geto told him that he had a crush on you before he could even realize it himself. telling him that he could see his blush ridden cheeks and nervous laughter whenever you came around. how it was so obvious that,

“ you obviously really like her, satoru. ”

he remembers coming to the realization late at night that he was in fact in love with you, and he had no idea what to do about it. the feelings of doubt, nervousness, unsure about the outcome would corrode his mind but all he knew was he wanted you.

satoru remembers the many failed “dates” he planned, realizing all of the stuff you two were doing together was just part of the normal in your long friendship. he wanted you to see it too. he remembers when he randomly blurted out he liked you more than just a best friend in a flurry of frustration, and he definitely couldn’t forget your surprised face and happy smile that accepted him with the sultry agreement that fell past your lips, the way you looked up at him and back down to your feet before enveloping him in a hug,

“ i do too, toru’. ”

he remembers the embarrassed look on your face from your bedroom window upstairs, him holding up a large prom sign with the most cliche music imaginable playing from suguru’s car. he remembers the crack in his voice as he sang along, and the giggles that erupted from your mouth, sweet like candy as you accepted his proposal with a loud yell of,

“ i’ll go to prom with you, toru’ ! now go before my mom yells at you ! ”

he remembers dancing with you on prom night, swaying you in that beautiful dress that made him see you all the more beautiful. he remembers leaning in close, looking into your eyes and smiling brightly as he held you close.

he would never forget the first kiss you two shared. small, sweet, and innocent in all of it’s impatient glory. the beat in his heart grew faster, bumping against his chest when he pulled away to look at you like you hung the stars in the night sky and pulled the sun up from the horizon.

“ you’re beautiful, y’know that ? ”

———

satoru recalls when you both made your way to university, starting your true adult lives in your chosen career paths that would soon take you to success.

he remembers your dorm room, girly and poster ridden with neat organization. he remembers the pictures you had displayed of the both of you, keeping him dear to your heart even in the mess that college could be.

he remembers the bags under your eyes from the hard work you spent on your course finals. how you refused to sleep because it was “ just one more sentence ” when it really wasn’t. he remembers buying you food and “ scolding ” you as much as satoru gojo could possibly scold someone, demanding that you get some rest and eat until your belly was full.

he remembers the times when he would sneak into your room just to see you, late at night or in the early hours of the morning just to crawl into the sheets and hug your sleeping form. how soft your duvet was, and how your even breaths would make your chest rise and fall.

he remembers the study dates that took place at the nearest cafe, what was supposed to be a small and quiet place for patrons turned into hushed laughter and smeared pen ink. he remembers your order, how you would fight him to pay despite you drowning in student debt.

he remembers your graduation together, degree’s held tightly in your hands with big gowns and weird caps. how your parents were clapping for the both of you, immensely proud that you two had finally made it one step further into life.

———

satoru reminisces on the day he proposed to you. your long, flowy dress that fell by your feet in the spring sunshine. he remembers how his knee dug into the clovered grass when he asked you to be his forever. how the light hit your face from it’s reflection on the quiet river you two used to swim in at your younger ages. how you squealed and cried, getting down to his level to wrap your arms around him, pulling him towards you into a passionate kiss. how happy you were, how your eyes shined so bright when he placed the perfect ring on your dainty finger after your chants of,

“ oh my god, toru’ ! yes ! yes, i’ll marry you ! ”

he remembers how you looked for the perfect venue, but just couldn’t settle on one, until you had made your final decision to have your wedding in the place that had the most memories. how many long hours you spent sealing invitations and stamping them to send them off. how you forbid him from going with you to pick out your dress because,

“ you have to be patient, toru’ ! ”

he remembers getting ready in his childhood home, his best friend at his side who fixed his messy bow tie. how geto had to hold him down with two arms as to not let him free, as he was scolded for trying to walk a couple houses down to see you before the wedding.

he remembers finally seeing you walk through the grass of your backyard wedding, eyes pooling tears as he watched you shy a smile his way. he remembers your vows, word for word, and how you cried when he recited his. he remembers how he impatiently asked the officiate after saying your “i do’s”,

“ can i kiss her now ? ”

he remembers dipping you dramatically and placing his lips on yours. the claps and cheers surrounding you both from the people you cared for most, giggling into his mouth when he kept kissing you for a bit longer than expected.

he remembers your first dance, how he held you so close to the smooth rhythm of the song. how you swayed and spun with the direction of his hands, how beautiful you looked. he remembers feeling like you were the only people there, feeling on top of the world as he now got to call you his for life.

he remembers the way you laughed at geto’s stupid speech, taking the credit for making you two realize your love. how you hugged shoko so tight she could hardly breathe. he remembers your parents crying as they finally are got to witness their little girl grown up. how your father shook his hand in approval, and how your mother hugged him like he was her own, forever grateful that you chose someone like him to marry. he remembers the smiles and hugs you gave his parents, sweet and kind with the respect you showed towards them.

he remembers whispering into your ear when you two had caught a moment alone, antsy as he fidgeted with your bedazzled ring finger,

“ do you think can newly weds sneak out of their own reception ? ”

———

satoru recalls moving in to your childhood home together. he remembers sleeping by your side, sunken in to the comforters at night, and eating breakfast with you at the same kitchen table. the grass was as green as ever, confetti still spilled between the clovers from your wedding reception.

he remembers waking you up with soft touches and gentle kisses, and the grogginess in your voice when you told him good morning. he remembers the movie nights, with buttery popcorn and cozy blankets. the selfcare nights, when you’d insist he put a facemask on and scolded him when he would kiss you before it was dry.

he remembers the get togethers that took place in your backyard, familiar faces gathered in a bustle of cheery laughter and cool summer breezes. he couldn’t forget how he would lay with you in the grass to watch the stars in the quiet night, crickets chirping a tune in the cold wind that followed the moon.

———

satoru remembers finding a positive test on the old bathroom counter, excitement bubbling in his chest at the news that he would soon be a father. he remembers hugging you in a gentle twirl, basking in the feeling of pure enthrallment.

he remembers shopping for baby clothes, watching as you coo’ed at the tiny socks and little onesies. he remembers stocking up more diapers than needed, and building the crib for his soon to come baby.

he remembers laying his head on your small bump, listening to the tossing and turning of your baby as he felt the tiniest kick. he remembers how honeyed your voice sounded when you would sing to your unborn, caressing your stomach in pure bliss as you sang your quiet lullaby.

he remembers your baby shower, and how excited you were to cut the cake to see what color would be revealed. how everyone took their own guesses, and satoru insisted all that mattered to him was that your baby was healthy, but he secretly had a hope that it was a girl. he remembers slicing the vanilla cake with a hand over yours, bringing you into an embrace as you both expressed your excitement at the pink colored cake.

he remembers your labor, how his hand was crushed into dust at your painful squeezing. he remembers your heaves and your yells, how strong you were as you delivered your child. he remembers first hearing the cries of his precious baby, and cutting the umbilical cord.

he remembers looking at your daughters face after what seemed to be the longest nine months of his entire life, admiring her tiny hands and pretty tufts of thin hair. he remembers the small tears that leaked from his eyes as he looked from you to her, hushed whispers as he held your precious daughter in his large hands,

“ you look just like your momma… don’t you sweet girl ? ”

———

satoru recalls watching you play with your daughter in the backyard he used to play with you in. he remembers watching you run through the sprinklers while your daughter held your hand and followed, her frilly swimsuit ruffling at the hems as she giggled at the dewdrops that sprayed on her skin.

he remembers the way you cried when you sent your daughter on her way to her first day of school, missing tooth gleaming as she hugged you both goodbye. he remembers the way he kissed your forehead and assured you she would be alright.

he remembers the way you giggled when he got upset over your daughter receiving a valentine, pout evident on his face as he tried to prove his point by stating

“ that’s my baby ! no boys until you’re older, understand sweetheart ? ”

he remembers watching her grow up with you both, reminiscing on how old she was getting so quickly. how he would catch you looking back on photo albums from when she was a newborn, turning the pages of life up until the latest one.

he remembers how happy you were for your daughter when she graduated highschool, how you both enveloped her into a hug and cried at the time that had passed. he remembers her being sent off to college, and how you missed her so dearly.

———

satoru remembers growing old with you. the way the color eventually began to fade from your hair, shining of gray that you became a little embarrassed of. how the wrinkles from your constant laughter began to show on the sides of your cheeks, and how the crease in your brow was more prominent.

he remembers watching you fall ill, and how he couldn’t help you this time. he remembers holding your hand like it was a piece of glass, sitting at your bedside until the moon descended and the sun rose.

he remembers the softened, weak whispers that escaped from your mouth. the exhaustion in your voice and fatigue etched in your features when you called his name in the way you always had,

“ toru’… ”

he would never forget hearing the flatline of your heart, or the bustling of nurses at your side. how your hand turned cold, and how your eyes fluttered shut after he had gotten one last look at them.

satoru remembers the sobs that wracked his body day and night, white hair disheveled from his pure sorrow. how not even a hug from his best friend could replace your warmth in its entirety.

———

satoru stands in your once shared home now. he sees the old pencil markings on the door, and the bright green grass that held the fondness of your time with him. he sees your ring on his nightstand, lonesome with no finger to hold it. he can still hear the echoes of your laughter etched into the ceilings of your home, and he can still see the bright smile of yours in the picture frames that littered the walls. he wished in every waking moment for one more chance to hear your voice, to hear your giggles, to feel you, to hold you, to hear you call out to him with the gentle “ toru’ ” that would slip past your lips.

satoru could be asked by anyone what you were like, or the story between you two. he could reminisce on every memory, every date, every anniversary, every holiday. he remembered it all.

satoru would grieve you until his heart would give out, remembering his vows to you on your wedding night, his promise to you since he was youthful and bright,

“ until death do us part, and everything after. ”

[kuroshioi]

Darling you only went through the first round

Warning: smut, mdni, Blade being very rough with reader and possessive as fuck (poor baby), fem! Bodied reader, me being an absolute idiot who knows 0 knowledge about grammar shit.

Requested by a dear anon :3

Blade who is always rough with you whenever he has those bad days or the mara strikes him but hell immediately broke out when he saw you talking to a man laughing and giggling at his stupid jokes in the streets when he was just about to cross it to go back home. He just wanted to ravage you right there because of his jealousy that he could no longer control as he walked towards you and that guy. when you saw him you were asking about how his day was with that pretty smile of your's but Blade never let a sound out of his mouth as he grabbed your wrist and started walking towards your shared house. You immediately felt something bad was about to happen as he kicked open the door and locked it tightly, dragging you to both of your shared bedroom and threw you onto the soft mattress.

"Tell me, what was so funny about that guy and his jokes hmm?" He said glaring at you as he caged you in his arms, demanding an answer from you even though both of you knew that it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all since both of you knew that you would get fucked down by him in the bed, punished, knocked up completely and then nine months later boom, you have a baby now.

One hour already passed but he still wasn't done with you yet and not until you were completely exhausted as he kept thrusting into your overused pussy, not bothering to care about anything else other than thrusting himself in and out of you. Talking about how good it would be if you could become pregnant and so no other man could ever approach you again and even talk with you and it would just you, him and his child.

Let's just say it was a veryyy long night but you enjoyed it atleast :)

[me-loving-woso]

Beach days, new teammates and love confessions

After literally months I am back. This is part 2 of Bruises Apologises and Cookies? It’s 15 k and probably I’ll make also a part 3 cause I am now invested in the story. Let me know if I should go on.

The season ending was a very bittersweet moment for you. From one point of view, you really didn't want to leave your club when they had given you so much.

The fans loved you, your teammates had become family, and the stadium was a second home for you. But you knew that you had to move for your career to flourish and make you reach your full potential.

The last game you played was the final of the Coppa Italia against Juventus. Your captain gave you the armband to lead your team one last time, and you were trying to hold off the emotions welling up. You almost felt like you were betraying the team in a sense. Still, you knew it was only an impression, as everyone was spurring you to go to Barcelona. They only wanted what was best for you. 

You won 1-0 in that game, with your goal making the difference. Your teammates made you lift the cup and shed one or two tears. You gave a small farewell speech, and then, for the last time, you rounded your little stadium, where you'd play all of your matches with the team, and said goodbye to your teammates and the fans.

Your mind went on autopilot after that. You pushed away all of your sad feelings in the locker room and in the car to go back home. At home, there you broke down. It was really over. The team, the club that had given you so much, was not your team anymore. And a new adventure was about to start. 

-

The following day, you fled to Eindhoven with some of your friends from the National Team to see the Champions League final. You had promised Mapi that you would be there and also because you were there to meet the coach of Barcelona to finalize the contract with the club.

As soon as you land in Eindhoven, you text Alexia, telling her you have just landed. Your relationship with her had been highly confusing since she welcomed you into her home after the defeat against your team. Something between the two of you had shifted.

She took care of you and made you feel safe in her arms. It had been a long time since you felt like being with her was just casual, on your part at least. Maybe she was just being polite and not actually caring more than necessary. Yet, you would text or call almost daily to talk about your days or just football. She was the first person you told about your move to Barça and she couldn't have been more supportive. 

As you texted her at the airport, she told you that you wouldn't see each other before the game because she was stuck in media duties. Still, she informed your friend and soon-to-be teammate that you had landed, so at least you would get to see Mapi.

As soon as you left your suitcase in the hotel, you got to the bar where you told her you would meet her.

"Soo, what are you doing in the summer?" You ask her while you are both eating some way too unhealthy burgers.

"Ingrid and I thought about going to Ibiza for a week; why?"

"Would you like to come to Italy for a few days?" You offer her, every year, you booked this tiny house for the whole summer in Praiano, near an abandoned beach. You thought it was a total steal for how much you had paid for it. You usually would go there with friends or family for a few weeks. It was really your favorite place to be.

"I would love to come, but I don't want you to third-wheel us." You chuckle. 

"What makes you say I'm not inviting anyone else?" You smirked suggestively, making her understand what you were insinuating.

"So you finally made it official?" You had asked Alexia to join you for the holidays the last time you saw her when she told you that she had never actually been to Italy if not for a match, you said it was unacceptable, so you offered yourself as a tour guide.

A week or so later, you realize that spending more than a day together would be a bad idea for fear of spilling out your deep, confused, and embarrassing feelings for her. So you decided to invite Mapi along.

"Again. We. Are. Not. Dating." You repeat to her for the millionth time, frankly also trying to convince yourself.

"So you are not going on holiday with her."

"Yes, I am. As friends." You explain, trying to find the right words.

"Only friends?"

"Well, with also some other benefits." Her face turns into a disgusted look. "What?"

"You are talking about my captain, it's weird." Frankly, she will be your skipper too, which meant that you were banging your boss? That was a thought for the future you.

"I really hope you would like to join us if you have nothing better to do." You really hoped she would say yes because you had planned to tell her you were joining Barcelona there.

"I'll talk to Ingrid about it, but you know I can't say no to Italy."

As you return to the hotel, you have a drink with your friends, and then you excuse yourself to go to bed when you hear your phone buzz.

Your Favourite Kickboxer ;)

'You up?'

'Yes, Why are you not asleep? It's late, and tomorrow you have a big game.' You reply.

'Just the nerves are getting to me. Last year with Lyon, we got demolished; I don't want it to happen again. It was difficult to keep the team united after such a loss, and I don't want to disappoint the fans.'

'Can I call you?' She sends another text.

You quickly start a video call, and she immediately picks up.

"Hey, cariño."

"Hey, Ale." You both smile dumbly at each other for a couple of seconds, but then you get interrupted by one of her yawns.

"You need some sleep, piccola, or you will be tired tomorrow. And as for the Lyon thing, you cannot predict the score tomorrow; you just can control how you play and try your best to motivate your team to be the best version of themselves. Lead them to glory, and give it your all. You won't have any regrets if you give everything on the pitch." You try to make her feel better, even though you know she will be stuck in her head all night.

"I'll try my best."

"And the least you could do, after ditching me tonight, is to score a goal for me tomorrow. It's the least." You tease her, making her smile.

"Asking for a goal in a Champions final? You know you are a very hard girl to satisfy, right?" She chuckles, making you feel relieved that you were able to make her feel a little better.

"You would be the expert on that, right?" You smirk suggestively, making her raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, I definitely am." She replies confidently.

"Go to sleep, piccola mia; tomorrow is a big day for you."

"Goodnight, cariño."

"Buonanotte, Ale."

-

The morning after you woke up, you quickly texted Alexia for good luck. 

As soon as you got to the stadium, the tension was palpable, especially when in the first half Barcelona was down 2-0. You were getting extremely nervous and anxious. Your teammates, who were watching the game with you, noticed that. You were biting your nails to the skin. You didn't want them to lose, but if a team could turn around a 2-0, it was going to Barça, or at least you hoped so.

As soon as you saw the players come on the pitch for the second half, they all held an expression you couldn't understand. A mix of determination and hunger, especially Alexia.

The second half started, and not two minutes after, your woman bagged the first goal of the remontada. She ran to her fans, looking at you, making your initial with her hands, making all of your organs flip, fully blushing at the gesture. You really thought that she didn't take seriously what you said the day before. 

As soon as she made that gesture, your now ex-teammates, watching the game with you, noticed what had happened and put the dots together.

"It's her, isn't she?" Linari asks you, wearing a shocked expression.

"What?"

"The girl from Barça that you are seeing. It's Alexia Putellas?" You chuckle, turning around to see the game, making her understand she was right. You weren't denying it anymore.

Not even two minutes later, Alexia scores a header, making the score a draw. She ran up to the side of the field, making your initials again and then celebrating with a little bow.

Barcelona was finally on track, and you could see that the intensity was getting much higher than it was before. Alexia played some of her best football in that second half. The game found an advantage with Rölfo when she scored the match's final goal and game-winner.

You saw her lift the trophy, making your heart grow a thousand times bigger on how much you were proud of her.

Then Mapi came to you, and you hugged her, congratulating her. You mingled in the stadium for a little while and finally left to the parking lot. You wanted to see Alexia but knew she needed to focus on celebrating and her teammates. You could text her later when she had the time to reply.

.

Your Favourite Kickboxer ;)

'Meet me in the hallway at the stadium?'

You quickly excuse yourself from your friends and sneak inside the stadium again. As you were walking down the hallways to find her, you felt two hands sneak up on you, making you turn around.

She quickly picked you up from the air, giving you a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so proud of you, Ale!" You say, nearly tearing up.

She puts you down, turns her head to look at her surroundings, and then kisses you quickly, catching you completely off guard. "I have to return to Barcelona now, but I couldn't leave without seeing you." She says excitedly, you had never seen her this happy.

"You did it! You scored two goals. You are champions once again! I'm so fucking proud of you, Ale!" 

"Did you see! I did your initials. Two goals for you, cariño! I probably wouldn't have won the trophy if it wasn't for you." She places her hands on your cheeks, smiling.

"I didn't do anything. It's all on you. I just gave you a little reassurance."

"You don't give yourself enough credit. I have to go now! I have a trophy to bring back to Barcelona. I'll see you in two weeks, cariño." She gives you a quick peck on the lips and then leaves for the dressing room.

The next day, your Instagram was swarmed by pictures of her celebration and a video of the team that was clearly hungover Alexia included, which made you chuckle.

-

That day, you were leaving for Praiano with some of your closest friends from the Roma team. You had invited them to spend the last days in Italy with you before you moved to Barcelona.

The club announced your signing in the middle of the transfer season so as not to overshadow your signing for the Champion's League win; you thought it was totally unnecessary, but LaPorta wanted to give you a 'proper welcome.'

The day of your announcement coincided with the day Mapi would arrive in Italy. You really wanted to be the one telling her that you would be joining her team, so you talked to Ingrid, begging her to not make your friend open her phone for that day. They would stay with you for five days before leaving for Norway. In contrast, Alexia would remain with you for the whole week, which was something that you were looking forward to some alone time with her. Still, you were also nervous about being alone with her in fear of blurting out your surely unrequited feelings for her.

As soon as her flight landed, you went to pick her up, 

She was wearing some Barça shorts and a baggy t-shirt, wearing a messy bun, and walking towards you. As soon as she was close enough, you ran up to her and hugged her, which she soon reciprocated, picking you up from the air.

"Hey, cariño."

"Hi, champion." She put you down, buried her head in the crook of your neck, and placed a small kiss there.

Then you took her suitcase, grabbed her hand and led her outside the airport. As soon as you get into the car, she takes your hand again and never returns it for the rest of the trip.

"How was the flight?" 

"It was good, though nobody speaks Spanish here; they just add the S to the end of every word in Italian. It's so annoying." She pouts cutely.

"Welcome to Italy."

"So, is Mapi already here?"

"No, they are coming tomorrow morning; they had an issue with the plane tickets."

"So we are alone tonight?" She grins suggestively while you quickly nod at her before focusing back on the road. "So, what are the plans for tonight?"

"It depends on how tired you are." She had just had a whole week celebrating with her teammates, and you could understand if she wanted a relaxed night in. You turn around to see her expression, a mix between a smirk and a suggestive glare. "Oh my god, woman! I didn't mean it like that! I'm more than just a body." You remark jokingly as if you weren't thinking about the same thing as her. 

"I know. I love your body." She kisses the back of your hand. "Just as much as I love what it's inside here." She lightly taps your temple, making you slightly blush at her compliment. "SO, what are the plans for tonight?"

"If you are up to it, I wanted to take you out to dinner; since you say that Spanish food is better than Italian, I want to prove you wrong. And if you still have some energy, we can go for a walk later; I can show you around the city."

"I'm good for anything you want to."

-

As soon as you get to the house, Alexia's eyes widen.

"Oh wow, this is beautiful." She opens her mouth in wonder. 

"Wait until you see the beach!"

You stop the car and take her suitcase inside the house while she is toeing behind you. You take her outside to see the small private beach.

"How did you find this place?" She marvels, still looking at the clear water in front of her.

"We used to come here when I was little; I've actually started saving up money to buy this place. The owner loves me and has no kids, so he is okay with me buying it."

 She turns to you, taking you by your sides. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"No problem."

"Now, can you show me the room? I would like to change clothes."

You grab her hand and take her inside the tiny house. "I'm sorry it's a little messy." You still had some bottles of wine opened and some glasses on the table from the previous night. "My friends left this morning, and I still didn't have time to clean up."

"If that is messy for you, you don't want to come to my house during the holiday season." She lightly jokes.

You take her to one of the spare rooms, where she places her suitcase on top of the bed, and then she quickly looks at her surroundings, confused.

"Is this your room? Because I don't see your stuff in here."

"No, my room is over there." You point at the end of the hallway. 

"Just take me to your room; we are going to sleep on the same bed anyway." She says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well, I thought that you might want your own space."

"You have to stop being so accommodating. If I wanted my space, I would've stayed at home. I came here because I wanted to be with you. So stop being so cautious around me and take me to your room." She says, using her commanding voice that she only used on certain occasions, which she knew had an effect on you. 

You take her to your room, which is the best room in the house. It was the biggest and had a great sea view outside the window.

You leave to make her change while you go in the living room.

-

She wore shorts, her bikini, and an open button-down shirt when she returned. You chuckled when you looked at her; she was really feeling the beach mood. 

"Let's go outside!" She says excitedly.

"Wait, I still have to finish cleaning up, and then I have to go upstairs and finish some other stuff. I'll be there in a couple of minutes." You tell her you really wanted everything to be perfect for this week. 

"Nope." 

"What, sorry?"

"You are on holiday, so stop trying to make everything perfect; it's already perfect as it is, and come outside with me." She insists, making you giggle at her stubbornness.

"But-"

"No buts. You deserve to relax just as much as I do." She quickly approaches you, grabs you by the waist, and drags you outside.

"Alexia!" 

She puts you down on your small patio when you get outside. She places your hands on your cheeks. "Now, let me do something I've wanted to do for two weeks. Can I kiss you?" 

"You really don't have to ask anymore." You reply, standing up on your tippy toes to kiss her. It was slow and soft, and you could feel her smile through the kiss. She picks you up, and you can feel her begin moving. You needed to find out where she was going and why. But you were too caught up in her to understand what was happening. Then you hear some splashes and the sound of the waves. You break the kiss and look around: she brought you into the water, and she was wearing a mischievous smirk. 

"Alexia, don't you dare!" You warn her. She was trying to throw you into the water. She responds to you by chuckling and releasing her grip from your body, making you wrap your legs even tighter to not fall down to the water. "Alexia, come on, I still have clothes on." You tried to convince her, but she looked like she didn't care. So she began tickling you on your sides, which she knew was your ticklish spot. You tried to squirm from her touch, but you lost balance and fell in the water while the woman beside you, still standing, started laughing. 

“Tua madre in carriola!” You exclaim, slightly irritated that you had all your clothes drenched in water, but you couldn't fully care when there she was. You have never seen her as carefree and happy as now. You felt blessed that she was here, right now, with you, being like this, trying to make you finally relax and enjoy some vacation when it was nearly impossible, as you'd always stress about something. 

"You know that I didn't understand anything you said, right? Only something about my mom." She chuckles. You quickly go underwater and grab her legs, making her fall into the water.

"Tu puta madre!"

"See! At least I didn't call your mom a bitch." You tease her while she fixes her wet hair. "And this is payback!" You finish, crossing your arms and wearing a proud smirk. You see her expression change from irritation to determination while swimming towards you. She picked you up and threw you with her in the water, and that is how you spent your afternoon. Stolen kisses, laughs, and a whole lot of competitiveness. Honestly, you couldn't ask for more. 

After the both of you had calmed down after laughing and playfully fighting in the water, you swam to her. You made her wrap her legs around your waist while she was stabling herself, putting your hands on your shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, you always pick me up from the ground; we can switch roles occasionally." You tell her, lightly rubbing her thighs; you really missed having her close to you.

She replies by giving you a soft kiss, then begins to look at you, smiling.

"What?" You ask her, feeling yourself combust at the intense eye contact.

"I just really missed your face, cariño." She says, peppering feathery kisses all over your face. 

How dare she say stuff like that when you try your best to keep inside your confusing and strong feelings for her. 

"I missed you too, piccola." You blurt out, kissing her jaw, holding her a little tighter. You really didn't want to let her go. You had created this little bubble in which the both of you were enjoying each other's presence, not caring about what you were to each other, but just having fun with no constraints and being in each other's company. 

"I think we should get inside." And the bubble popped.

You get inside the house with your clothes soaked and take turns to shower. It had been more than six months since the last time you were able to touch her, and you felt your body yearn for her. Yes, you had kissed, but nothing more than that.

- 

You took her out to dinner in a small place near the city.

You really needed help to differentiate this dinner from a date. It had everything that a date would entail. Good food, subtle and not-so-subtle flirting, and great banter. The subtle touches under the table or the shared knowing glance made your heart skip a beat. This dinner felt like a date, but you knew it wasn't. And that made you feel a sort of uncomfortableness that wasn't easy to set aside to fully enjoy your night with her.

As soon as you finished eating, you took her for a walk around the city, and you would tell her anecdotes of what you did in those places you were walking by when you were a child. 

You arrive at a park, and you both sit down on the swings. 

"You know, this is actually where I had my first kiss." She turns to look at you, wearing a curious grin.

"Here? In this park?" 

"Yeah. It was here. Actually, on this swing."

"Now you have to explain." She asks you curiously.

"Well, I was thirteen. We were a group of five kids, and we would come here every afternoon to have fun and play with the ball. I remember this boy always looking at me, and one day, we were alone at the park. I was on the swing; he made me close my eyes, gave me a flower, and kissed me."

"Oh my god, it's so cute!"

"No, it wasn't. It was very weird. But I think it was just me who didn't want to be handed a rose by a boy, much rather a girl. But that would be a problem for a future 14-year-old me. In hindsight, I think that it should have been the first clue of me liking girls." You chuckle, reminiscing about that young boy who made you realize that kissing boys was disgusting.

"Turn around." You see her standing up with a determined grin.

"What?"

"Just indulge me. Turn around." You turn around, your body closing your eyes expectantly.

"Okay, you can look now." You turn to face her and see a daisy in her hand.

"Well, this might not be a rose. But it is a flower." She hands you the flower shyly, making you chuckle lightly at her cuteness. 

"And you are a girl and not a boy." You state.

"So, can I kiss you? I'll ask because I don't think that poor boy asked you."

"Nah, he didn't. But as I told you before, you no longer have to ask."

"Kissing you shouldn't be something you can take for granted." She replies, leaning into you and weighing the swing's chains.

After more than thirteen years, you recreate your first kiss. And this time, it feels right. It was as if you were meant to recreate it with someone who mattered, who would make you feel excited and nervous about how the little boy felt when he was kissing you. And you felt the same way with her, and every time you kissed her, 

As soon as she breaks off the quick kiss, you remark, "I think you are a better kisser than that poor boy."

"I mean, I'd hope. I'm 29. He was your age."

"Don't get too cocky now. You were slightly better." You tease her. Making her lean into you and give you a searing kiss so that you'd know for sure that if you weren't sat on that swing, probably your knees would give out. It had an intensity that seemed out of place for being in a children's park. But neither of you seemed to care. It was dawn, the playground was abandoned, and you missed kissing her.

And most certainly she was just getting competitive because you told her she was slightly better at kissing than a thirteen-year-old. She wanted to wipe away any doubt about her kissing skills.

She breaks the kiss by lightly biting your lower lip, making you feel all hazy.

"Just slightly better?" She smirks proudly.

You didn't hear a word she said, as you were too busy falling down from the high she had just given you to actually understand words spoken to you in a different language by one of the hottest women you have ever seen. "What did you say?"

"I'll take that as a no." She lightly chuckles, taking your hand and walking to the park exit.

"Let's go home." She whispers, placing a small kiss on your temple.

The walk back to your holiday home was on autopilot. She took the lead on the conversation, asking you questions about the week's plans with your other two friends. As soon as you get home, you go to your small kitchen to get a glass of water while she toes behind you. As soon as you finish drinking, she comes closer to you, putting her hands on your waist and making you retreat until you hit the kitchen counter.

"Thank you for tonight. I really had fun." She smiles earnestly.

"I'm glad that you like it here."

"Oh, I love it here. Even though I think that the people in this place have an average age of 72." She jokes

"Nah, 75. In fact, there is only one kid in the whole town. And the father is actually the boy of the kiss in the park."

"Well, at least he moved on."

"Yeah, it was very tough for him, but eventually, after a very long time, he found love again. But again, how could you ever move on from someone like me." You joke. 

"I don't know. Well, nearly after a year, I'm still here, so something right you must be doing." She teases you.

"Or maybe you just can't find better." You raise an eyebrow suggestively.

"I don't think there is better to find, honestly." Her gaze softens as she says those words, making you blush, hiding your face by placing your forehead on her chest, hiding from her. She pulls her hands away from your waist and puts them on your cheeks to try to move your head from her to see your face. "What?" She asks. 

"You have to stop saying things like that."

"Why? I mean it." She reassures you.

"I- You know why." You try to make her understand, not fully saying out loud feelings; try to make her understand them instead without fully exposing yourself.

"I'd rather you say it."

You take a deep breath. "Alexia, do you want to go on-" Your phone rings and you look from your watch to who is calling you "I have to take this."

You squirm away from her touch and leave to go outside. 

"Pronto, Emma. Tutto bene?" It was your best friend whom you hadn't seen in a year and a half. She never called without asking you beforehand, so you thought it was pretty important.

"Si, tutto bene. Ti devo dire una cosa.” She replies excitedly, making you release a sigh of relief that nothing bad had happened.

Ten minutes later, you come back to Alexia wearing one of your biggest smiles.

"Is everything okay?" She asks, still waiting for you in the same spot as you left her.

"More than okay!" You reply excitedly, walking quickly to her. "My best friend is getting married, and I'll be the maid of honor." You place your hands on her shoulders, then slowly move them to her neck, lightly playing with her hair. "Now, where were we?" You knew exactly how you left her; you were about to blurt out your feelings for her, but you decided to ignore the problem and not dwell on it too much. Instead, you kissed her. The kissing led to something else, and for the first time in more than six months, time froze, and you were back again in her arms.

-

The next morning, you wake up to the alarm with hair on your face and an arm holding you down. You had a headache and clearly were sleep-deprived. You open your phone and look at the time. It's 10 AM. 

"Fuck!" You sit up, making the woman on your side slowly wake up. "Alexia, wake up. We are late; we should've been in the car by now."

You say, rushing out of your bed to quickly change. You had promised Mapi that you would drive her to your house from the airport because you thought it would be a waste of money to book a taxi when you had a perfectly functioning car that could drive you anywhere.

In five minutes, you were able to dress, brush your teeth, and get in the car. Thankfully, you remembered to shower the night before, so you didn't have to do it in the morning; you felt bad for Alexia, as you could see that she wasn't used to this level of rushedness, that you were more than used to as you always tended to sleep in, and eventually have to rush to get in time to train or to games.

You closed the door to the house while Alexia was still halfway done putting her shirt on. As soon as the both of you got into the car and slammed the door, you looked at each other and started laughing.

"Okay, those were the quickest five minutes of my life." She says while catching her breath.

"We totally overslept, and we are totally going to be late." You chuckle, starting the engine of your car.

"We can always say that we found traffic." She offers.

You definitely and not-so-subtly speed to the airport and then quickly call your friend to tell her that you are finally at the airport.

"I'm really sorry. We found traffic on the way here." You tell Mapi while you go to hug her and Ingrid. As your friend goes to hug Alexia, you turn to Ingrid and whisper, "Did she already open her Instagram?" You were trying to hold off her discovering that you were a Barça player; you really wanted to tell her, and that day would be the day that Barcelona would announce your signing.

"No, she didn't, but I can't hold off her phone for long." She replies, breaking off the hug and going to Mapi's side and beginning to catch up on her life and yours. 

"Oh my God, I forgot to tell you! Emma is getting married!"

"No way! She's finally settled down?!" Everyone who knew the both of you always thought that you would be the first one to marry, as Emma has always been the hot mess between the two of you, afraid of commitment. "Is she marrying the same guy from college?" She asks you.

"Yep." You turn around to look at Alexia and Ingrid, and then you explain. "When I was in college when I met Kate, my ex, Emma met this guy who studied economics and finance at our same university. They got together way before Kate and I. He's so dumb. I love him so much. They are perfect for each other."

You turn again to face your tattooed friend, "Wait, is that a hickey?" Her face is adorned with a knowing smirk while pointing at your neck, making you subconsciously hide it with your hand.

"No, it's not! It's a bruise." You try to explain, mentally trying to remember to scold Alexia as soon as you got her alone.

"It's so not!" She chuckles, surprised, making you turn around to glance angrily at Alexia, who replies with an innocent smile. "Is that the reason why you were late?"

"No! We found traffic on the way here, as I told you before."

"Yes!" Alexia casually backs you up, making your other two friends understand it was a lie.

As soon as you get into the car, Mapi is about to take out her phone to put music on when you stop her, saying that only the passenger in the front, Alexia, could put the music on, which was a lie, but you really didn't want her to see her phone. 

-

As soon as you got home, the couple went to their room to unpack the suitcase while you and Alexia put on your bathing suit and went outside to the beach to sunbathe. You were reading some book, trying to focus on the words of the book rather than the woman who was lying half-naked on your right. Which was getting increasingly more difficult whenever she would move or place soft caresses on your back, trying to get your attention.

"Hey." You turn to look at her.

"Hey, cariño. I'm sorry for the hickey. I got a little carried away yesterday night." She apologizes shyly, making you forgive her in the blink of an eye.

"Don't worry about it." You come closer to her, placing a hand on her chest, and give her a small kiss. You brush your noses together and tell each other sweet nothings, creating a small bubble that neither of you wants to pop. "I know that I'm a person who doesn't express much of her feelings vocally, but I just wanted to say that I'm really glad that you are here with me."

"Honestly, there is no place I'd rather be, cariño. By your side is where I am the happiest."

You move your lips closer to her, about to kiss her, when you hear the door of the house open and see your friends coming outside. You make your forehead fall on her shoulder while you feel her sigh displeased. You slowly move away from her and sit up.

"I'm still not used to seeing this." Your friend says while pointing at the both of you, making her girlfriend roll her eyes at her.

You spend the morning in your small private beach playing card games and catching up with each other. 

-

In the afternoon, it was when the club would announce your signing, so you decided to tell her at that moment. You had brought your Barcelona shirt to be able to announce it away from Barcelona. You told the club that you wouldn't be able to fly to Barcelona for your signing because you had already booked your holidays, so you did all the photoshoots and signing beforehand.

The first hours of the afternoon had always been the hottest, so you all decided to come inside and plan together your four days ahead. 

You go to your room and retrieve the Barça shirt. Then you leave to go to your living room. "Oh, and by the way, I decided on my future club." You say casually, sitting down on the couch next to Alexia, facing Mapi.

"You are renewing with Roma, right?" She asks curiously. "I heard some rumors saying that they offered you a big contract."

"Yeah, they did offer me a huge contract. But I decided to leave; check your phone." You look at the time on your watch. "I think they just made the announcement." You tell her excitedly. 

She quickly checks her phone, then turns to look at you smiling. "You'll be a Barça player?" You slowly nod, taking out the shirt with your name on it and showing it to her.

"I wanted to be the one who told you; that's why Ingrid never let you use your phone today." You say while standing up to hug her.

"I'm so happy! We can finally win the Champions League together! Like we always dreamed about!" She says excitedly, looking at the shirt. "Have you already decided on the number? I know that yours has always been the 16."

"I don't care, honestly. I'm just glad to be a Barcelona player. Plus, Rölfo already has the 16. I don't want her to change numbers for me."

"It's already settled, cariñ- Y/n." Alexia interjects, making you turn to look at her. "I know how much the number means to you, and Frido already wanted to change the number to 18, so I asked her if she wanted to make the swap. If you want it, you'll have the 16."

"Ale, there was no need to do that!" You felt your heart explode with affection at the thought that she would do this for you without even asking her or talking about it.

"I know. But I wanted to." You lock eyes, and for a moment, it is as if you are the only one in the room. "Now, do you want me to take a picture of you for the announcement?"

You posted on your Instagram a picture of you and your friend holding your Barça announcement shirt, with the caption: 'Reunited with this one.'

The rest of the week passed in a blur, from boat trips to visiting nearby cities and loads of food; you finally felt at peace and ready for your new adventure in Barcelona.

-

You would stay one last week in Italy with your family to finish packing up, and then you would leave for Barcelona. You found a beautiful apartment near the training grounds, and it had everything you dreamed of. Huge kitchen, a small garden, and a great view of the city.

Everything felt perfect. Alexia was going to pick you up from the airport, you thought it was unnecessary and a waste if her time, but then you gave in, wanting to see more of the woman who had been on your mind ever since that week in Italy, maybe even from before.

As soon as you landed, you got the terrible news from your landlord that a pipe from your apartment had just exploded, which meant that for more than a week, you would be homeless.

As you walk sadly to the exit of the airport, you find Alexia smiling at you as soon as she sees you, but then, as soon as she sees your expression, her smile fades into an expression of worry. You go to hug her, circling your arms on her waist. "Are you okay, cariño?" She asks worriedly.

You bury your head in her shirt, feeling the warmth and comfort she is exuding and taking it all in.

"A pipe from my new apartment just exploded. I am homeless for a week, and I need to find a hotel not too far from the training grounds."

"We'll find a solution together. Now let's go to the car and go home." She takes one of your suitcases, puts her arm on your shoulder, and pulls you close to her, dragging you to her Cupra.

As you enter the car, you melt into the car seat, taking Alexia's hand and giving it a couple of kisses. She turned on the engine of the car and proceeded to leave the infinite parking area of the Barcelona airport. 

"If it's not a problem, you can always stay with me." She offered when you asked her if she knew any hotels near the training grounds. "Because I really don't think you'd want a week of Mapi and Ingrid together." She jokes, clearly making a point, because as much as you love both girls, they are disgustingly in love, and being around them made you feel miserable with your current situation with Alexia.

"Ale, I don't want to intrude. You need your space, and until I'm settled in, I'll take up a lot of it. And I don't want you to feel like you have to because you stayed in my home during the holidays," You say.

"I'm not offering because I feel some sort of obligation. I'm offering because I care about you, and I'd hate for you to be stuck in a hotel when you can simply stay at my place."

"Are you sure?" 

She chuckles at your stubbornness, "Yes, I'm sure, cariño. But I do have one condition that I cannot overrule." She becomes immediately serious, making you unconsciously sit up. "You have to bake me those darn cookies." Her condition makes you chuckle. "I want to bring them to my mamá."

"I'll bake you all the cookies you want, piccola mia." 

.

You get to her home, and as soon as she opens the door, you are met with a ball of fur asking for your attention, which you gladly give to her.

That evening, you baked your cookies together, fully knowing that the next day would be your first day of training, so it acted more as a stress relief rather than something you were doing for someone else. Which wasn't a problem for you, as it had always been your love language, acts of service, and cooking for other people. But strangely enough, you weren't feeling at all that anxious, and most certainly, even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself, it was Alexia's merit.

Her presence seemed to ground you and anchor you to the real world, not making you overthink or go in a spiral of intrusive and not good thoughts.

You loved how, even though she didn't know how to bake, she would try her best to do whatever you wanted her to do, making you grin at her concentrated looks whenever she didn't understand something. 

-

As you went to bed that night, you were cuddling up in Alexia's bed.

"So, are you excited about tomorrow?" She asks you.

"I am a little nervous, but yes, I'm very excited. I'm finally playing for my dream club, and honestly, I couldn't be asking for more. But I do have a question, though: Do you know how many people know about us on the team?"

"Mapi has been a good friend, but for now, only she and Ingrid know. But if you are asking me if I'll treat you differently than what I've been doing now, the answer is no. Of course, I'll not be kissing you because we are at work, but I'll never avoid you."

"You'll have plenty of time to kiss me on other occasions then." You give her a small peck on the lips and go back to your previous position, falling asleep in her arms, looking forward to the next day.

-

The next day, you have breakfast together and then leave for the training grounds. As soon as you get there, Alexia goes in for training, whereas you go and meet all the training staff and Jonatan Giraldez. You were nervous, as you always hated to meet new coaches.

"Hey, Mister."

"Hey, Y/n. I'm so glad to finally have you on my team. It has been two years now that you have been my number 6 choice. I hope we can work well together." He says, shaking your hand, making you blush lightly at the compliment. 

"I will do my best to be the best player I can be." You say.

"I'm sure you will. Now, before going to train and meet your future teammates, even though I know you already know some of them, you unfortunately have some media to attend to."

He accompanies you to a room full of interviewers from Barça TV and some other places, and the interviews begin.

"Hello, Y/n Y/ln. May I ask you some questions?" He asks politely, and you slightly nod.

"Welcome to Barcelona; what made you decide to leave your former club to join Barcelona?"

"Barça has always been my dream club, ever since I was a child. I remember that my uncle wanted me to become an Inter fan, whereas my other one wanted me to become a Milan fan, but as soon as I saw Barcelona play, I was completely taken by their style of play, and it was this club and Messi, that made me fall in love with the sport, so I will always be forever grateful to this club, for giving me this opportunity."

"Y/n, you have the impossible task of replacing one of the best CDMs in the world, Keira Walsh, who had just returned to her childhood club, Man City, with Lucy Bronze; how do you think you will fit that role?"

"Woah, huge question." You lightly joke, earning chuckles from the interviewer. "I think Walsh is one of the best CDMs in the world right now, if not the best. It's not going to be an easy task to 'replace' a player like her, if we can say that. But I'll give it my all to this team, and even if I won't be the best 6 in the world, I'll definitely be the best version of myself to play for this historic team. It's my dream."

"Who are you most excited to play with?"

"Of course, Mapi. We played together during our Atletico days, and I always thought that we worked very well together. But honestly, all of them, I'm really excited to play in midfield with Aitana Bonmati and Alexia Putellas and one of the most underrated players of all time, Patri Guijarro."

"How do you feel about playing with Alexia Putellas, given the circumstances of your previous encounters?" You furrow your eyebrows at the question.

"You mean, given that the last time we played against each other, she nearly broke my nose?" You say lightheartedly, making the people understand that you weren't holding any grudge against her.

The English interviewer quickly nods. "As I said in previous interviews, I think Alexia is a great player and a great person, both on and off the pitch. She will be my new skipper, and I couldn't ask for anyone better. In our previous encounters, I think we were just unfortunate, and when you play with a person who is physically bigger and stronger than you, injuries may happen. But I don't hold any type of grudge against her; in fact, we actually joked about the fact that if she weren't a football player, she could definitely be a kickboxer."

"And that is all for today; thank you, Y/n."

"Thank you all for being here and Visca el Barça."

-

You quickly exit the room and speed walk to the changing rooms to get ready for your first training with the team. As soon as you put on the shirt, you immediately touch the badge of your new team and automatically smile. You had finally made it, and you couldn't be happier.

You put on your cleats and go outside to talk to your coach. All the other girls were making rondos or juggling with the ball, making you feel a little bit like a fish out of the sea. For a slight moment, you were slightly regretting coming to Barcelona but you knew that it was just your mind playing tricks on you and that you deserved to be there just as much as the girls who were already training.

"So, coach, do you want me to run a few laps or do some drills with the ball?" You tell him, feeling ready to do anything, even running, jumping up and down from your standing position.

"Oh no." He chuckles. "I don't know if you do this in Italy, but here at Barcelona, for every new player, we do the guard of honor." 

"Oh no, we don't have to." You say shyly, not wanting to be at the center of attention.

"Oh yeah, it's tradition." He spurs you on, making you go with him on the pitch to your new teammates.

"Girls!" He screams, making all of them turn around. "As you already know, Y/n will be our new 16, so take care of her and make her feel at home!" He says, making you awkwardly wave at your teammates, embarrassed. Mapi walks excitedly to you and gives you a hug. 

"Is your coach always like this?" You ask her, still embarrassed.

"Yep, get used to it."

"I will never get used to wearing these colors," you say, putting your hand on your badge.

"You deserve it more than anyone." She leads you to your teammates, and one by one, you get introduced to them, even though you already knew most of them, never leaving your side, for which you were eternally grateful to her. You leave Alexia for last, and she gives you a quick hug and a reassuring look, which is what you need to finally ground yourself.

They all line up to give you the guard of honor, which you try to make them not do, but Mapi basically pushes you to run, feeling all the smacks on your back as you are running. The training was great after that. You managed to talk and get to know everyone, and everyone was so nice to you.

The intensity, though, was something that you had never experienced before. The Barça rhythms were definitely higher than the ones from Roma, but you weren't the one who would give up that easily, overworking your body, trying to prove yourself to the coach.

You were on a water break, trying to catch your breath, putting your hands on your knees, straightening your back. You feel a hand at the back of your neck lightly squeezing, asking for your attention. You immediately recognize her touch, even though you didn't see her. You turn around to look at her, and you are met with a worried look.

“Are you okay, cariñ- Y/n?“

"So good." You say breathlessly. "I just have to get used to this much running, that's all."

"Do you want me to talk to the coach?" 

"I don't need any special treatment, Alexia." You squirm away from her and jump on Mapi's back, interrupting her from some conversation she was having with Pina and Patri. You felt bad about leaving Alexia like that, so coldly, but then again, you always hated when people were concerned about your physical health or were just trying to help; it made you vulnerable, and you hated that. You immediately regretted how you talked to Alexia and decided that after practice, you would apologize to her.

When practice ended, you were exhausted but still very happy. Alexia was practicing free kicks as everyone left to change.

"Piccola mia, I'm really sorry about how I replied to you today." You say regretfully, placing your hand on her back, making her turn to you.

"I wasn't trying to give you any special treatment, Y/n." What happened to cariño? "I am your captain; if you feel bad or worn out, it's my responsibility to help you." She replies sadly, playing with the ball on her feet.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I just hate when people are worried about me. It makes me feel vulnerable. And I know you were just worried, so I'm really sorry."

"I know you are. Come here and give me a proper hug." She opens her arms for you, which you gladly take, and circle your arms around her waist, putting your head on her chest. Those types of hugs with her were your favorite hugs.

"Now, are you ready for the initiation?" 

You break off the hug and look at her, puzzled. "What initiation? Mapi never told me anything."

"Well, it's more like a team bonding get-together with karaoke."

"So I have to sing? Will you sing too?"

"I am not singing, but you are a newbie, so you have to." She explains as if she were stating the obvious.

"The hell I am not."

"The hell you are." She chuckles.

"I do love music, but I do not sing. When I am sober, at least."

"You kinda have to; it's a tradition. Everyone has done it. It's about shedding any fear of embarrassment."

"But Ale-"

"Nope, it's settled." You sigh at her words and then leave to go to the dressing room.

“Goodbye capitana.”

“Goodbye cariño.”

-

In the meantime, Mapi and Patri were watching your interaction with Ale from afar.

"I've never seen Alexia this… soft? It feels weird." Patri states to her friend.

"Who? Alexia and Y/n?" Mapi asks dumbly, trying not to give out any details. 

"I never specified Y/n." She raises an eyebrow. "Wait. Do you know something?" The midfielder's face turns into a wide smirk.

"I don't have anything to say to you that I should say." 

"So you have something for me that you shouldn't say?" She asks, flipping the situation.

"Stop using wordy sentences to make me confused."

"You didn't reply to my question. Are they dating? Wait, is she the girl we all thought a couple of months ago fucked her?"

"I don't know anything! If you are really that curious, go and ask her!" Your friend replies defensively, really trying not to spill any secrets.

At that moment, you walked through the door and saw your friend, "You didn't tell me I had to sing?! Oh hey, Patri." You turn around to your new teammates happily waving at her, and then you go back to point your finger angrily at your friend.

"Oh, come on! How bad it could be! You were in a band, after all." She says

"You were in a band?" Patri asks curiously.

"I had a really dark past.." You explain quickly and dramatically. "Plus, you know well I didn't sing!"

"Oh, come on. Don't be too dramatic. I'll get you a couple of drinks, then you'll sing something, and that's that."

.

That evening, you were exhausted from your training, so you decided to have a power nap in Alexia's house, which she gladly joined you in. After a couple of hours, you were ready to go and left for the pub, where you would meet the girls from the team.

As soon as you get there, you leave Alexia to go to Mapi and mingle with some of the Spanish girls in that group, Ona, Aitana, Pina, and Patri. While Alexia went to talk to the older girls and her friends from the national team. Some hours in the night passed, and you were really glad that you were getting along with everybody from the team.

At first, you were very shy with them, but thankfully, Mapi, and in some instances Alexia, helped you a little to open up and make your teammates able to get to know you. Some girls were drinking, but you decided not to, and many of them started off the karaoke, making you sometimes laugh at their stupidity, whereas in others, you would clap at them. 

You knew that your turn was coming when you saw Mapi run to another room and come out with a guitar in her hand, making you roll her eyes at her, completely understanding her intentions. You used to play the guitar when you were younger, and you actually were quite good at it. But you hadn't played in so long, and as the hype woman your best friend was and the fact that she loved embarrassing you, fully knowing you hated being the center of attention, she brought a guitar just for everybody to see and ask you about it.

She handed it to you, making you chuckle at her sarcastically, but she was wearing this proud smirk, which showed that she wasn't doing this just to make you uncomfortable and tease but also to show you off, which you thought was very unnecessary.

You open the guitar case, and you see a beautiful acoustic guitar.

"Where did you get this? Did you steal it?" You joke, admiring the guitar.

"The guy behind the bar recognized us and gave me the guitar."

"Do you play the guitar, Y/n?" Ona asks you curiously, making you turn your head around the table.

"Well, I used to play it; I haven't played in a very long time." You say while you pick it up and run the strings through your hands. You stopped playing the guitar when you left for Chelsea. Usually, music was your happy place, but when you moved out from Spain and broke up with Kate, your love for the instrument dissipated, and you wouldn't bring yourself to do something that you enjoyed so much.

"You should play something for us," Patri adds excitedly. 

"Oh no." You reply shyly, putting away the guitar. "I haven't played in so long, plus I don't think I remember much, and I really don't want to embarrass myself." You chuckle nervously, hoping that they will let it go. In the meantime, the guitar thing caught some attention, so now, not only was your table waiting for you to play something, but everyone in your group and some other clients in the pub were waiting for you to play something.

"Oh nonsense, you know that you have to perform; if you don't play the guitar, you'll have to sing. So you decide…" Mapi spurs you on. You take a deep breath and move your chair to the little stage where the people would normally sing karaoke. You quickly tune the guitar, and then you finally feel all the eyes on you.

"Okay, if I get some notes wrong, please don't laugh at me." You look at Alexia one last time, who is somehow sitting with Mapi now, and she gives you a reassuring smile.

So you begin playing one of your favorite songs on the guitar; every time you play it, it reminds you of when life was fun and simple. Whenever you played it, you would get lost in the music and daydream of what those sounds elicit. (If you want to hear it, it's 'Mutter' from Rob Scallon, the live version)

As soon as you start playing, your tattooed friends turn to Alexia.

"Good luck, my friend." She pats her back ironically.

"What, why?" Alexia whispers, still trying to give you her full undivided attention.

"If she still plays like she played years ago, she has this way of conveying many emotions. Either they are sad or happy; whenever she plays something, she amplifies it by a thousand. The song that she is about to play is going to hit you like a ton of bricks, believe me."

The song begins slowly, but then it gets faster and fuller. It made you regret to decide this piece after not playing in so long, but you loved it, and honestly, you really wanted to show off a little to your teammates and, most definitely, to Alexia. Thankfully, this worry of making mistakes was quickly forgotten when you began getting lost in the music. You really missed being able to play and express yourself in this way.

As soon as you finish the song with the last chord, you don't dare to look at your teammates; only when you hear the claps do you lightly blush and turn your gaze around the room, searching for those beautiful eyes that have the capacity to render you hopeless, but you couldn't see her, nor your friend for that matter.

-

Your performance was nearly finished, and Alexia never took her eyes off you; she thought that what Mapi said was right; your performance hit her like a ton of bricks, but more than anything, it brought out a huge realization that Alexia could quite withstand, so she left, to go to the bathroom, trying to get some space. Mapi quickly followed her friend, and as soon as they were inside the small room, the defender turned to pacing Alexia.

"Woahh, hey, calm down. What happened?" She asks the midfielder, placing her hands on her shoulders, trying to stop her from walking around the room.

She takes a deep breath, "Mapi, I have a problem. A huge one."

"Okay, tell me what it is; I know that we can find a solution to it." Her shorter friend reassures her, clearly shocked to see her captain in this state.

"I don't think we can. I just realized that I am in love with her." She says, putting her hands on her face.

"Who?" 

"Who? Mapi really? Lady Gaga. No Y/n, you idiot."

"Sorry, I just wanted to check. But why is it such a problem?"

"Because we decided not to have anything serious, and I really don't want to get rejected when I was the one that continuously pointed out that we weren't dating whenever someone asked."

"I think she feels the same. No. I know that she feels the same. Gosh, I spent five days with you two alone in a house; I can understand when two of my best friends are in love with each other. Eyes don't lie. And don't you dare tell that you haven't been already acting like a couple for at least 6 months now!"

"Do you really think that?"

"I know that. Just tell her how you feel. You won't lo-"

You open the door to the bathroom, searching for Alexia. She had been missing for a couple of minutes now, so you were a little worried that she might have been sick.

"Oh, here you are! I thought you left or you were sick!" You say happily when you finally find Alexia and Mapi, but then you notice something wrong with her, as if she was shaken up. "Wait, are you okay?" You asked, worried, coming closer to her.

"I'm okay, cariño." She reassures you, and then her expression changes into something happier and more proud. "I didn't know you were so good at playing the guitar!" 

"I was better a long time ago. I haven't played in years, but this woman here." You point at Mapi quickly, "Can't mind her own business."

"Thankfully, she didn't; I know for sure you wouldn't have told me that you are good at playing an instrument."

"I would have told you!" You cross your arms, pouting.

"No, you wouldn't." She shakes her head, smiling, while Mapi nods, backing her up. "You'd hate for anybody to know that you are good at something, just in fear of being at the center of the attention." She explains, making you blink twice. It felt as if you were an open book for her to read and understand you perfectly.

"Get out of my head." You remark shyly, earning from her a chuckle. "So you liked the song?" You ask shyly and insecurely.

She gently places her hands on your cheeks, gently caressing them to give you some reassurance. "I loved it; you are a wonderful guitar player, cariño."

"Thank you." You lightly blush. For a moment, you forget that Mapi is in the same room as the two of you because you place your finger on your lips to silently ask her to kiss you. Which she gladly does, feeling her smile against your lips

"I'm still here, you know!" Mapi interrupts you from your little moment, irritated. "Bleah, I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing this." You raise your middle finger at her, still kissing Alexia, fully starting to make out with her. You hear the door shut, making you temporarily pull away from her to look behind you, then resuming back to kissing her.

Five minutes later, you both decide to go back to your teammates, but as the night progresses, you feel yourself getting more and more tired, making all of your clinginess appear. You would orbit around Alexia more, trying to find some physical comfort in her presence, even though you really didn't want to show off your 'relationship' with her.

She noticed this almost immediately, so when you were passing by her, in a swift movement, she wraps her arms around your waist and dragged you to her lap; you stumble a little, trying to balance yourself, placing your arm on her shoulder, 

"Are you tired?" She whispers in your ear as if you were the only two people in the room.

"Yes, I am a little. How did you know?"

"I have already seen you tired many times, cariño. You are very touchy when you are tired." You subconsciously move away from her, but she keeps you in place firmly. "Don't move away; I love this side of you."

At first, your new teammates gave the both of you a surprised look, but nobody would dare to say anything besides Mapi, obviously, who sent you from across the room a knowing look, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. 

By the end of the night, you had played some more guitar as some of your teammates wanted to sing some more songs. But after a couple more hours, you were exhausted, and when Alexia noticed it, she decided to bring you home to sleep.

-

That morning, when you woke up, everything in your body ached somehow. You really had to get used to Barcelona's rhythms. The bed was empty, so you figured that Alexia was making breakfast, so you painfully make it to Alexia's kitchen wearing one of her big shirts and some shorts you found along the way to the kitchen, which were scattered the night before trying to get to the bedroom. She was making coffee the way you liked it, with the moka instead of using her Nespresso machine 'that she loves so much,' which made you smile at her attentiveness. As soon as you walk into her kitchen, she turns around and walks towards you, giving you a small kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, cariño. Did you sleep well?" She turns to her kitchen again, rummaging through the cabinet on top of her stove.

"I slept really well. What are you doing?" You ask her curiously, leaning on the kitchen countertop and peaking.

"So I found out that my mom had a moka in her kitchen all this time, and I didn't even notice it! So I asked her if I could borrow it since I know you prefer this coffee to the machine." She says while putting the coffee maker on the stove.

"Ale, you shouldn't have done that! I would've gladly drank whichever one you had; you didn't have to go through such trouble for me." You lightly slap her shoulder.

"I didn't go through any trouble. I just wanted to make you feel at home."

Before saying something that you most probably regret, aka replying with But you are my home. You dragged her to your height, kissed her to show all of your gratitude, and whispered a small thank you. When the coffee was ready, you both sat down on her small table and had breakfast.

You were talking about some media stuff you were going to do in the afternoon when you heard a knock on the door. Alexia looks at you confused, not expecting anybody, and she leaves with Nana in tow; as she opens the door, you hear Alexia talking to a woman who has a very similar voice to hers, and then you hear her scream, "No, Alba, no!" 

You see the woman enter the kitchen with Alexia chasing after her as if she didn't want her to meet you.

"Hello, my name is Alba. I'm Alexia's sister." You suddenly widen your eyes, shocked. She offers you her hand to shake, and you stand up.

"Hi, I'm Y/N." You shake her hand and offer her a shy smile, subconsciously searching for Alexia to help you out with this unexpected visit.

"I know who you are; my sister nearly broke your nose. By the way, I want to apologize on her behalf; she never had proper manners." 

"Alba!" Alexia screams, exasperated, while you release a light chuckle.

"Don't worry, she has already apologized. But yes, she has to work on her manners." You wink at Alexia, making her roll your eyes at you.

"Since when are you guys dating?" She asks curiously, earning another frustrated scream from Alexia.

"Oh no. We are not dating; she is just helping me out because a pipe exploded in my apartment." You reassure her while she stares at you confused, then lowers her gaze,

"So you give your clothes to all of your guests?" Alba asks her sister ironically, making you slightly blush.

"Well, I- I," The older sister stutters, making the other draw conclusions by herself. 

"So you are dating."

"It's complicated." She says. "Is there any particular reason why you are here?"

"I forgot my sweater here last week, and I need it back. But I can come at another time."

"No, I'll get it for you." She disappears into the house, leaving you and Alba in an awkward silence.

Thankfully, Alexia comes back thirty seconds later, 

"So you should come to dinner at mom's house sometime. She would love to meet your new 'roommate.'" She teases her older sister, clearly trying to irritate her.

"Well, then, you should invite Alexandre too since you live at his house more than you live at your own house." She replies sarcastically.

"I thought we reached an agreement to never talk about Alexandre ever again after the incident."

"By incident, she means when I caught them fucking in the bathroom during the semi-finals against Chelsea last year." She explains to you, clearly trying to irritate her sister, making you feel like you are getting way too much information on their dynamics in one sitting.

"Let me guess: when she saw you, she made some sarcastic remark, rolled her eyes, and left, right?" You joke, clearly imagining the scene.

"That's exactly it! Always rolling her eyes at people. So annoying! Finally, someone who gets it!"

"Uggghh." Alexia sighs and rolls her eyes at you both.

"See! She just did it again!" 

"I don't like this coalition between the two of you." She lightly pouts.

"It's not a coalition when we are simply just stating the truth!" You lightly tease her, earning an approving nod from Alexia's sister.

"I hate you both!" She exclaims, fully knowing that she was just lying.

"No, you don't." Then you turn to Alba, "It was nice meeting you; I hope we'll see each other soon. I have to get changed for practice." You leave the two sisters while you get ready for training.

After a couple of minutes, Alexia entered your now shared room; you turned to her and placed your hands on her shoulders.

"So you met my sister…"

"She's very nice; I hope I made a good impression." You say insecurely.

"You made a great impression, cariño. I'm just really sorry that you had to meet her in these circumstances. Not to put pressure on you, but my sister can't keep a secret, and she'll definitely tell my mom about you."

"What a way to not put pressure on me." You chuckle nervously.

"Don't worry. I will handle everything, okay?" She gives you a small peck. "Now, are you ready?"

Training that day was even more intense than the day before, with the exception that you were finding so many link-ups with your new teammates. Sometimes, you would forget that you weren't training anymore with your old teammates, that if you passed the ball to the right, you would find Giugliano without looking, or that Linari was right behind you, ready for a pass if you needed it. 

Now, you had different teammates, and your body had to get used to it. 

Being back on the pitch with Mapi had been so exciting. Both of your styles of play evolved so much that how you played at Atletico didn't matter anymore. She loved playing with the ball, so you'd expect more passes from her than before.

What really changed everything for you were the players up front. Playing behind Alexia and Aitana was something that didn't happen every day. The best way for them to express themselves was if you were able to cover defensively for them, which you were doing gladly. Adapting to their style of play was not simple; they played on short and fast passes and opted less for long passes, which were your specialty. 

You were practicing on free kicks, which you thought you were pretty good at. You didn't know why, but you were able to curve the ball perfectly, making the goalkeepers go crazy.

You were in a team with Mapi against Alexia and Graham Hansen, whom you were unceremoniously obsessed with her football skills.

It was your turn to shoot your first free-kick. Paños was on goal, and she was eying the ball. You go for the kick and curve the ball perfectly; the goalkeeper didn't even move because she thought it would be going out. It hit a top bin, and it was in. You throw your hand in the air competitively. "Dajeee!"

"That was a great curved ball! Where did you learn that?" Mapi asked, shocked, as she had never seen you take a free kick like that before.

You shake your shoulders nonchalantly while Caro asks you, "What are your free kick stats?"

"Like all time or just last season?" You ask shyly.

"All the time."

"Well, since I played for Roma, I was usually the one who took free kicks. I guess out of fifty-one direct free kicks, I scored forty-seven if I remember correctly." 

"Wait, really?" Alexia asks you, shocked.

"Well, I love taking free kicks, and I practice a lot on them."

"That's not normal, Y/n; that's a really high conversion rate. I don't understand why I just heard about this!" Your friend tells you.

"I don't know, I just love taking them." You shrug your shoulders. "Plus, when I go for a curved ball, I don't know how, but I do it in a way that is almost impossible to predict."

"You can do a knuckleball too?"

"I'm not that good at that." They move the ball to the place and offer you to kick it. You hit the ball hard, and it goes for the post, then bounces off the other and goes in.

You scrunch your nose, dissatisfied, getting a new ball for another free kick, while your teammates look at you, shocked.

You turn to look at them, "What? 

"Well, now we have to change teams, or it's going to get too easy for you guys!" Alexia says competitively.

"Oh, hell no! Now it's too late; we already decided on the teams!" Mapi says.

"Well, let Y/n decide." Ale crosses her arms, looking at you. "Do you want to swap teams and be with me, who is currently hosting you in my home, or that woman over there?" She points disgusted Mapi.

"Well, I-"You try to talk. 

"Of course, she's going to choose me! I've known her for more than seven years!" They kept on bickering while you and Caro just stared at them, chuckling. 

"You know? I think I'm actually switching teams." You raise an eyebrow, smirking. 

"You made the right decision," Alexia says proudly. She walks to you to get on your side.

"That's arrogant to assume that I would switch teams with you, Alexia." You give her a smirk and walk to Caro's side, leaving Mapi and Alexia next to each other. "Caro and I are going to destroy you!"

And so you did. After another twenty minutes, you finally leave the pitch and get home with Alexia. Once again, you were exhausted, but you were very happy that you were able to get along with your new teammates.

As soon as you get home, you throw yourself to the couch while Nala jumps on top of you for cuddles, which you gladly give her.

Alexia was still pouting because she lost the free-kick competition. "Oh, come on, you can't be still mad!"

"I'm not mad."

"Well, it's not every day that you get to be on the same team as Caroline Graham Hansen. You know how much I am obsessed with her football skills."

"Well, then, why don't you go and ask her if you could crash at her place."

You sit right up and drag her by the shirt to you. "Are you jealous, piccola?"

"No, I am not! Why would I ever be! Caro is in a relationship with Marta. Plus, I am the one that has two Ballon d'Or." She says, trying to convince you.

"I know. You are the best of the best. I had to basically seduce you so that my team could have a chance against you. And you don't have to worry about anyone. There is no one else." The last words unconsciously slip out of your mouth, making you mentally curse at yourself.

"There is no one else for me either. Y/n, I have to tell you something." You nod at her while placing your arms on her shoulders.

"I'm in lo-"The phone rings again. This time, it is Alexia's phone. She goes to look at it. "It's my agent. I really need to take this."

After thirty minutes, she comes back looking stressed out.

"What was the call about, that made you go on the phone for thirty minutes?" You ask curiously.

"Oh no, I was also on the phone with my mom; that's why I was out for so long."

"Is everything okay at home?"

"Everything is great!" You could see that something was up. "But you know when I told you that my mom found out about you-us?"

"No? I thought that she still didn't know."

"Well, now she does. AndsheinvitedusfordinnerandIdidn'tknowwhethertotellyoubecauseIdon'tknowifyouwanttocome."

"What, sorry? I know you have this cute little habit of talking fast when you are nervous, but remember that I am not Spanish."

"Sorry." She takes a deep breath. "My mom invited us for dinner. You can totally say no, but-"

"I would love to come to dinner, Alexia. You didn't have to be that nervous." You give her a small peck on the lips. "Tell her I will bring the dessert."

-

"So, are you ready to finally meet your mother-in-law this afternoon?" Mapi asks you while you leave for morning training together. Finally, your home was fixed from the pipe, and you were able to finally live there. There was still a lot of work to do as you had to basically furnish the apartment, which had been really hard, especially when you were away for most of the day.

Thankfully, Mapi offered to help build a table that you had bought from Ikea in your living room, so with some help, your home was starting to take shape.

"She is not my mother-in-law. I am not currently in a relationship."

"I still don't understand why you can't tell her how you feel."

"Fear of rejection. Or fear that it's going to turn out like my previous relationship. Fear of being just delusional or fear of-"

"Okay, you have made your point! I just feel like you should; maybe you'll find out that she feels the same."

"Yeah, right. As if someone like her could fall for someone like me. She's way out of my league. But anyway, you have met Alexia's sister and mom, how are they? Do you have any tips?"

"They are going to love you. Just be yourself."

"That's not helping, Mapi." You chuckle.

"Ugh, just be polite and show that you genuinely care for Alexia. They are very protective of her. Don't show off, and don't be too shy. But I really don't think you are going to have a problem doing all that."

As soon as you went home, you quickly got ready in your desolate apartment; as soon as you were done, Alexia texted you.

Your Favorite Kickboxer ;)

I'll be here in 5 minutes.

The nerves were kinda getting to you, so you paced around your empty living room until Alexia came knocking at your door. As soon as she saw you, she quickly gave you a hug and pecked your lips. 

"Hey, Cariño, are you ready?"

"So ready! You don't even know!" You fake out.

"Okay, yeah. You have to work on your lying skills. What's up? You don't have to come if you don't want to." She says calmly.

"It's not that Ale. I'm just nervous. I haven't met the mom and sister of a girl I am seeing since my ex. I'm just nervous, that's it."

"They'll love you, believe me. Now, take a deep breath; everything will be fine. We will go to my mom's for lunch, and she will show you some of my baby pictures, trying to embarrass me, and my sister will do the same. Then we'll get back home, cuddle up on the couch, and watch some of your sappy movies, okay?" You slowly nod, feeling a slight motivation through her words. "Now are you ready, cariño?"

You slightly nod, and she leads you to her car, but before that, you stop her and gently kiss her lips. "Thank you. You know I really, really like you?" You tell her.

"I really, really like you too."

-

You get to Alexia's mom's house, and the first thing she does is go up and hug you. You were taken by surprise, but after a second of shock, you quickly reciprocated.

"You must be Y/n, right?"

"Yes, it's me. You have a lovely house."

She takes you into the living room, and then she quickly disappears into the kitchen while Alba appears out of her room to see you.

You lightly chat with her until Alexia's mom screams for the two girls to come and help her; they quickly get into the small kitchen, clearly not knowing what to do.

"Do you need help, Eli?" You ask shyly.

"Oh no, you are the guest." She says, gently smacking your hands away from the pan you were stirring.

"Oh really, it's no biggie. I love cooking, plus I know how much Ale is a disaster in the kitchen. I can help if you like." You offer politely.

"For your information, I am a great cook," Alexia says, slightly offended. Neither her sister nor her own mother backed her up. All knowing how bad she was, making you chuckle. 

"Don't worry, mija, you have some great qualities too." Her mom lightly teases Alexia, making her pout cutely.

As soon as lunch was ready, you helped set up the table, and you sat down.

"So, Y/n, how do you like Barcelona?"

"Oh, I love it here. I just had a minor slip-up with my apartment, but now everything is fixed."

"You are from Italy, right? Because I don't hear any accent." Her mom asks curiously.

"Well, I lived in Spain for a long time before moving clubs. I played for Atletico Madrid with Mapi."

"So you must be happy having her back as your teammate."

"I'm really glad. Plus, Barcelona has always been my dream club."

"Is it difficult being away from home?"

"Well, I left my home in Italy when I was really young; I left to study in the USA."

"Oh wow, what did you study there?" Alba asks you.

"I studied physiotherapy."

"So when you retire from football, you could become a therapist for Barcelona or some other football club," Alexia suggests.

"Well, I could, but I actually work with prosthesis. I studied to help people who have lost their limbs to build them prosthesis."

"I didn't know that!" Ale tells you, shocked but also proud.

-

Lunch proceeded great. Ale's mom and Alba were just like Mapi pictured them. Fiercely loyal and protective of one another. You really hoped that you made a good impression because even though you weren't in an actual relationship with Alexia, meeting her family felt like a huge step, and you'd hate for them to not feel like Ale made the right decision by seeing each other.

What you really liked, though, was the fact that you could see how much Alexia was being herself around her family. She didn't have her walls up, nor did she have to keep up with her duties as the captain. She was just herself, and you were lucky enough to be able to experience it and be part of her inner circle.

As soon as lunch was finished, you stood up to help Ale's mom clean up the table, and then you brought the dessert that you had made for the occasion.

"I didn't have much time to prepare something fancier; my kitchen is still a mess."

"You didn't have to prepare anything!" Ale's mom replies while she cuts open the cake you had stress baked for the occasion.

"My parents always taught me to never walk into a home as a guest empty-handed." You simply reply. "And really, it's nothing. I love baking, so actually, you gave me an excuse to make something."

"You know, Y/n, out of all of the girls that Alexia has brought home, you might be the nicest." You turn your head down, blushing, while Alexia, embarrassed, calls out her mother.

"Well, I think that just the fact that you are here means a lot. You know, Y/n, Alexia had a very bumpy love life." Alba calls her sister out, making Alexia send her a death glare.

You were too curious now, "I wanna hear all the details." You rub your hands, waiting for Alba to fill you in.

"Well, Alexia had many situationships that ended rather quickly." 

"Alba!" Alexia warns her.

"One lasted two weeks I think, with this nice girl. For the record, she was really nice. The poor girl had the misfortune to be a cat person. Nana didn't like her, so she stopped seeing her."

"For the record, I don't regret it! My Nala is my best matchmaker, and I could never be in a relationship with someone who doesn't like my dog, who's currently living with me."

You chuckle lightly at her, "Thankfully, Nala likes me, or else, I wouldn't have lasted even a day." You tease Alexia, remembering how you met the small dog when you first hooked up with her, how Nala would try to get her owner's attention, but she was too busy on you to actually care.

"Well, thankfully, you are also a Barça fan because my sister left a fucking date because they were a Madrid fan."

"Okay, it did not go like that." Ale tries to explain herself, but she is soon cut off by her sister again.

"You told her that you played football, and she made a small comment about how she slightly preferred Madrid to Barcelona."

"She wanted me to go to the Bernabeu with her." She pauses. "On the Madrid section!"

"Poor girl, you turned down a girl just because of her club preference?" You chuckled at her stubbornness.

"She was also very annoying." 

"How many dates did you go with the Madritista?" You ask her.

"One." You all burst out laughing.

"The next girl instead, more than a situationship, was a failed date. She was a friend of a friend of mine, and after the date, Ale called me and I asked how the date went, and she replied that she thought that the girl was amazing, but she didn't like the outfit, so it wouldn't work." Alba chuckles hard, making you shake your head teasingly at Alexia.

"In my defense, she was amazing, but the outfit was too distracting, so much so that it felt like our personalities wouldn't go together."

"You got all that by an outfit?" You ask her incredulously.

"Yes." She states bluntly making you playfully shake your head at her.

-

By the time lunch was finished, you were about to leave.

"It was lovely meeting the both of you. I really hope I'll see you soon." You go to hug the two women and then leave to go to the car, waiting for Alexia to say the final goodbye.

When Ale gets into the car, she sits in the driver's seat, takes your hand, and kisses it.

"Thank you for coming." 

"Thank you, for inviting me. Now let's go home; we have a couch to build."

As you get home, Ale quickly gets ready to build your Ikea couch while you take some of your most valuable stuff, like family pictures or small trinkets that hide memories that you will forever treasure. 

You were unpacking the first ball they gave you when you scored your first hat trick, then you moved to a larger box, and you soon felt overwhelmed by how much stuff you had to unpack, making you slightly regret your life choices. 

Alexia was still on the floor trying to build up your couch when she suddenly resurfaced clumsily. 

"Why are those instructions so difficult? I just feel like Ikea should be better at making them. I should ask Frido." She complains to herself, making you chuckle from across the room. 

As you looked at her while she was building your couch, without anything in return, just simply to make you feel more at home, a warm feeling spread through your chest.

You just smiled. Smiled at the woman who came out of nowhere and turned your life around. Smiled at the woman who had taken your heart without you noticing it. And then you realize that maybe what you had with Alexia right now wasn't enough for you. You wanted more. Because those feelings that you had slowly built over time weren't avoidable anymore. What you had with her wasn't enough, and you realized that you couldn't pretend anymore that you were okay with it. 

You needed to be alone, to think, to prepare yourself. Just her being in the same house as you was just too much. You were feeling too much. Feeling too much for her.

So you quickly stood up, crossing your arms, unconsciously wanting to close yourself off as much as possible.

"Ale, I need you to get out."

She turns towards you and sees how much you were shaken. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is good. I just need you to leave, please." You try to be as convincing as possible. 

"Everything is not good. You are not good. Tell me what's wrong." She rubs your shoulders soothingly in worry.

You don't know why, but your mind figured that it would be best if you'd just rip the bandaid off.

"Ale, I think we have a problem." You take a deep breath. "I think I'm in love with you."

There was no turning back now. You could take your words back, so you waited patiently as her brows furrowed and then quickly fixed in a soft expression.

"I think we have two problems then. Because I think I am in love with you too."

[tkwrites]

Elimination - Quinn Hughes x ofc

 gif by @thombordeleau 

Title: Elimination

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah

Warnings: Sad Quinn, fluff and comfort, smut (18+ only), unprotected sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), if I missed any others, please let me know. 

Summary: When the Canucks are eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, Sarah offers Quinn a kind of comfort he didn’t know he needed. 

Word count: 4,200

Comments: This snapshot has been a long time coming. The idea of Sarah comforting Quinn the way she does came to me while I was driving to work one day, and I immediately wrote it down. It took me quite a while to figure Quinn’s family into the story, including his brothers (yes! They're finally here!). 

As I was editing the comfort scene, I found the story continuing in a way I didn’t really expect, but mirrored Before I meet your parents… in a way I couldn’t ignore. 

If you enjoy it, please let me know by commenting or reblogging! Your comments really do inspire me to keep writing! 

Elimination 

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

The playoffs were a whole different beast than Sarah had become accustomed to. Not only was the season much longer than any of the guys were used to, practices were more intense and heated, video more in depth, the need for rest and recovery more acute. She knew first hand how tired the team was because she knew first hand how tired Quinn was. 

In the first round, they'd lost the first game in the series before rallying to win the next three. The Kings won one more before the Canucks stamped them out with the last win coming on home ice in overtime. Despite the final score only being 1-0, it was the most exciting game Sarah had ever been to. 

When she was sitting with Quinns family, Luke had taken to teasing her in that little brother way every time her hands ended up clutching her face with each shot directed at Demko or Talbot. 

“Calm down, Sarah,” he’d said, when she jumped in her seat, hands flying up to cover her mouth as Demko barrel rolled to stop another shot from Kopitar.

She'd sent a playful glare his way, “I'm surprised Kylee hasn't told you you should never tell a woman to calm down. That's a surefire way to get yourself into trouble.” 

Kylee, who was sitting on Lukes other side, snorted. “Oh, I have. He just doesn’t listen.”

Luke took it in stride and laughed. He reminded Sarah so much of her oldest nephew, Ryan. Good natured, friendly and a little bit goofy once she broke through that shy shell.

Sarah glanced at Jack, who was sitting with his some of his cousins farther down the row. His eyes darted away, as if caught staring at something he shouldn’t. 

The strained way he acted around her was getting better, but he was still pretty standoffish toward her. When she asked Quinn what she could do to fix it, he said to just give it time, and Jack would come around eventually. He didn’t think it was actually anything about her, but rather Jack needing time to adjust to the situation. 

“I think he finally realized how serious I am about you.” 

“You’re serious about me?” she’d asked, all flirty lashes and coy smiles. 

“You know I am,” he’d responded before leaning in to kiss her. 

So, she turned back to the game, giving Jack time and hoping he would see  how much she loved his older brother and that she only meant well. 

When Garland shot the overtime goal off a picture perfect pass from Quinn, he managed to catch Talbot above the blocker, sending the puck sailing into the back of the net with a definitive whoosh. 

The arena erupted into a wall of sound.

The entire team, clad in blue, spilled onto the ice, throwing helmets and gloves, crowding around Conor and Thatcher. 

Quinn was ecstatic that evening. Practically bouncing off the walls of the club they went to to celebrate. Sarah had never seen him so loud - caught up in the atmosphere and moment. 

Halfway through the night, he pulled her into a dim corner and kissed her so thoroughly, she actually considered pulling him into the dingy bathroom to have her way with him right then. 

Jack interrupted, drunkenly loud, and demanded that Quinn come with him for a round of shots. 

Quinn paused, meeting Sarah’s eye. 

“Go celebrate,” she encouraged, trying her best to not come between them. She and Quinn could find a spare moment to celebrate on their own later. 

With his family in his house, that moment hadn’t come, but she was glad to see Quinn celebrating so heartily with his brothers. 

In the second round, after three straight losses to the Predators, Vancouver battled, forcing game five, before dominating in Nashville two nights later, selling their comeback story.

When they got back to town, the whole city was buzzing.

Despite the excitement, game six was awful to watch. Sarah had her hands over her mouth through most of it.  

Now that they were fighting to tie, and the Preds were fighting, once again, to clinch the series, Nashville was playing dirty: exploiting every Canucks weakness they could find. They needled, drawing penalty after stupid, preventable penalty until they were three goals up at the end of the second period. 

Quinn was exhausted. Sarah could see it in his skating and in the slumped set of his shoulders as they went into the dressing room for the intermission.

She sent him a text, I’m so proud of you. 

He didn't reply, but they battled back, holding off all Preds offense and getting within a goal by the time Demko was pulled at the end of the third. Quinn battled fiercely to keep the puck in the offensive zone for more than a minute, giving a master class on body-eye coordination as he skirted the blue line, dodging Nashville players as if someone were controlling him with a top ice view. 

Their passes were perfect: tic-tac-toe from Quinn to Mikheyev to Lafferty, but as Sam tried to get the puck to Höglander, the pass was intercepted.

Nashville fought to center ice and chipped the puck into the Vancouver end. 

Quinn chased it, but he just didn't have enough in the tank. He caught up just as the puck bounced back out of the open net. 

Full of frustration and despair, he smacked it into the boards. Caught at just the right angle, the puck ricocheted back at him, and he had to lift a hand to block it from hitting him in the face. 

Sarah could practically see the frustrated embarrassment radiating off him as he skated to sit down. 

Demko was pulled again and Quinn managed to get the empty netter back, but through the ugly march of time, the clock expired before they could score another. 

The buzzer sounded and Nashville celebrated, throwing equipment all over the ice, all hugging and jumping as the Canucks limped into the dressing room. 

Even despite the disappointment of losing, everyone was thrilled to see them get this far. Going from the middle of the pack last season to top of the league this year was no small feat. She knew Quinn wouldn’t be satisfied until they got the cup, but she was so proud of him. 

He sent a text, telling them to go home and he would meet them there when he was done with the media. 

It was torture for Sarah to have to leave and wait for him. She wished she could go down to the dressing room, but knew not only would she not be allowed in, Quinn would hate it. He would want to talk with her privately. 

Everyone was subdued as they puttered around the apartment, waiting for him. Both Jack and Luke were on their phones, sprawled out over the living room furniture, while Ellen, Jim and Kylee were doing something in the kitchen. Sarah was too nervous to even distract herself. Quinn had lost before, of course, but she’d never seen him lose like this — not this kind of a season-ending, brutal loss. 

When the elevator dinged, Sarah jumped to her feet, his family following suit, clambering into the living room.

To her surprise, Quinn came straight to her, not even bothering to shut the door behind him. His suit was rumpled, his tie attempting to slither out of his breast pocket. When she wrapped him in her arms, he practically collapsed against her. 

Ellen knew Quinn loved and trusted Sarah and that he spent far more time with her these days, but it was still a bit shocking when he bypassed them all to go straight to her for comfort.

Sarah reacted in a way Ellen never had and upon seeing the scene play out, she realized Sarah’s reaction may have been something Quinn had been longing for for a long time.

She would usually hug him for a while, before talking him down. They would soon end up dissecting shifts and plays. He would lament how he could have been better, and she would try to comfort him while still being realistic. 

Sarah just stood there, holding him. She didn't say a word, even when Quinn started to cry softly. She just ran a hand into his wet hair, while the other traveled slowly up and down his back. 

 She didn't assure or placate him, or even try to get him to stop crying. She just let him express the emotion without judgment or commentary. It hit Ellen suddenly that Sarah reacted this way because she had dealt with so much sorrow in her life, she knew how to comfort in these hard moments. 

The family stood by and watched. She didn’t look up and meet their eyes with a conspiratorial, he’ll be alright, look, or invite them into the embrace. Her whole intention was focused on Quinn. 

While it was sweet to see them together in this way, it was also a little awkward to watch, especially for the boys, who looked like they had no idea what to do.

It was full minutes before anyone said anything, and even then, it was just Sarah asking if he wanted to sit down. He shook his head so she did a little two-step, and kept on. 

As Ellen watched them interact, it was obvious how much they meant to and understood each other. It was so sweet to witness her son finding the person he needed that she pulled out her phone to record them, wanting to document the moment. 

When they finally spoke, Ellen was glad she was filming. 

“I let everyone down,” Quinn said, his voice choked with emotion, just above a whisper. 

“No.” Her voice was quite loud, the word definitive, leaving no room for doubt. It was a bit shocking to hear Sarah be so forceful.

Taking his jaw, she gently lifted his head up so he had to look into her eyes. 

“No,” she repeated, her voice a little softer now. “This wasn't only your fault, and it didn't happen because of anything you did by yourself.”

Ellen wasn’t sure she would go that far… If he had gone for a change, someone with fresh legs may have been able to chase down that empty netter.

“You don’t win as a team, but lose by yourself. That’s not how this works.”

Now she understood where Sarah was going. 

“I know this run is ending sooner than you wanted and I'd be more concerned if you weren't sad.” She paused for a long moment, looking into his eyes as if she was searching for something. When she didn’t find it, she continued, “I just - I want you to remember that I don't love you because you play hockey.” 

His lower lip trembled and Ellen felt hers do the same. 

“I love you because of this big, kind heart,” she said as she pressed a hand to his chest, “and because of this brilliant, thoughtful mind,” her other hand slid into the hair at his temple. “And those are the same as they were this morning. You're so much more than hockey.”

He was looking at her like she'd hung the moon. 

Ellen felt tears slip down her own cheeks. All her life, she’d been trying to strike a balance with her boys - trying to find the right way to tell them hockey was just a part of who they are. And here Sarah was, walking into their life, and saying the exact thing Ellen had been trying to say all along. 

Right then and there, the remaining reservations she had about Sarah were swept onto the back burner. She knew it would still take some getting used to, but how could she not love this woman standing in front of her, telling her son she loved him for who he was and not for the things he did? It was all she could ask for as a mother. 

She glanced over at Jack, who looked a little dumbfounded, as if seeing Sarah for the first time. Luke was smiling in a glad, knowing way, his arm looped around Kylee. 

Jim, standing on Ellen’s other side had a mixture of pride and disappointment on his face. Ellen knew he was going to battle with himself at the thought of Quinn crying over being eliminated. When they were kids, he would have told the boys to buck up, despite Ellen’s insistence it was okay for them to express their sadness for a little while. 

The happiness at seeing someone accept Quinn as he was won out, and Jim put his arm around Ellen with a conspiratorial smile.

“Of course you’re going to be sad,” Sarah continued. “Like I said, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t. But you,” she poked him gently in the chest to emphasize her point, “sure as hell didn’t let me down.” 

Quinn threw his arms around her in a fierce hug. “I love you.”   

“I love you, too.” 

He wiped at his eyes, then turned to the family. They embraced him one by one. 

After she’d hugged Quinn, Ellen went to Sarah, “I don’t know how you did that,” she said, pulling her close, “but that was exactly what he needed.” 

When Quinn made his way back to Sarah, he kissed her temple. His eyes were still red, cheeks still splotched with color, but he looked settled. Not satisfied or happy, really, but settled.

Later that night, Ellen sent the video to her sister, making her promise to not share it with anyone. She just needed someone else to see the tenderness. 

Oh, Elle, I'm so glad Quinn finally found a good one. I can't wait to meet her. 

At the same time Ellen was texting her sister, Quinn was lying next to Sarah in bed. Her words from earlier replaying over and over again in his thoughts. 

He'd practically begged her to stay over. She hadn't planned to with his family in the house, but he felt a bit needy and wanted the comfort of her next to him. 

“Thank you for tonight,” he said, turning to her.

She rolled onto her side so they were face to face. “I'm always gonna be in your corner, Quinn.”

Leaning in, he kissed her - gently at first, but it soon turned more passionate. 

The fact that they would be apart before too long was on both their minds as they made love that night. 

“Oh, Quinn. Right there, right there,” she chanted, voice soft. 

The simple fact that he could make her feel this way made his heart feel full to bursting. At least he hadn't lost that. 

Keeping eye contact, his hand traced to her left knee and pulled it up over his hip. He didn’t want her to have the same old orgasm. Not tonight. A big part of him wanted to prove he could still excel here.

Head tipping back, Sarah panted.  

His other hand came up to guide her chin back down. 

The way she clenched around him when their eyes met made his hips stutter.

She lifted herself up to catch his mouth. It changed the angle of his thrusts, making his whole body quiver. He tried to brace against it, slowing down and concentrating on kissing the breath out of her. 

It worked in that they were both breathless before too long, but didn't ease the feeling of being pulled to the very edge of his restraint. The competitive streak inside him wasn't about to allow himself to come before she did - especially not tonight, when he had so much left to prove. 

“No,” she gasped  when he pulled away. “I was right there.”

He laughed into her skin. “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, before tracing his mouth over her clavicle and trailing his tongue between her breasts, savoring the salty taste of her skin. 

The blankets pulled with him as he settled between her legs, and Sarah gasped as the cool air of his room hit her. 

She looked so ethereal in a pool of soft light from one of the skylights, her chest rising and falling at a hurried, steady pace. 

“God, you're beautiful,” he whispered. 

Times like these, Quinn still wasn’t quite sure how he’d managed to find Sarah. She seemed to be his perfect match in every way. It wasn’t always smooth sailing - nothing ever was. This summer was sure to take a toll on their relationship. He knew, somehow, they would come out on the other side, better and stronger, but all the same, he wasn’t looking forward to spending so many nights without her. 

Pushing that worry out of his mind, he concentrated the task at hand and lowered his mouth to her hot center. 

It was his turn to give thanks.

She was acutely aware of his family in the apartment: brothers on the floor below, while his parents were down the hall. They were never particularly loud in bed, but the thought of his family overhearing hushed her vocal cords even more. 

“Quinn,” she whimpered.

He ate up every whisper, every little whine and panted breath, knowing they were just for him. 

Making some unintelligible noise, her back arched, lifting off the mattress. 

She whined when he eased two fingers into her and lifted his mouth. 

“Help me find it?” he whispered, crooking his fingers.

“Higher.”

He moved slowly, not wanting to go too fast and pass over it.  

“There, there,” she panted. 

Reaching up with his free hand, he disentangled her fingers from the sheet so he could grasp her hand, linking them together.

“You can press a little harder. It’s not as sen -” her voice broke off into a groaned, “oh, fuck,” as he urged that soft, spongey spot with a heavier touch. 

They’d done this more after his revelatory first time, and he loved discovering new things about her. He still had a hard time finding her g-spot on his own, but he was learning. Tonight felt like a whole new ego stroke, one he was seeking if he was being honest with himself.

His mind wandered back to the first time he’d touched her, the way she’d reminded him of Helen of Troy - beautiful beyond belief. He ached for her the same way now as he watched her fall apart. Mouth dropped open as her body pulled taught as a bow string, one hand grasping the headboard for stability while the other clutched his like a vice.

As she came down from her high, he kept his fingers pressed into her.

Even as she squirmed against the sensitivity from his strong touch, she felt a blaze of pleasure reignite in her belly, faster than it ever had before. 

Still kneading with his fingertips, he lowered down, sucking her sensitive pearl into his mouth. She let out a strangled cry that left him dizzy with satisfaction. 

The contrast of his warm mouth and soft tongue on her core against the harsh rasp of his playoff beard on her inner thighs wound her tighter and tighter until he was sparking so much ecstasy in her body, she couldn't quite remember why she was trying to be so quiet.

Her fingers tightened in his at the same time her legs trembled and he knew she was close. He continued on, mouth soft and steady while his fingers worked with more focused intent. 

The way she whimpered his name made him groan and rock his hips into the mattress to get a bit of relief.

When the tension in her pelvis finally snapped, Sarah cried out. 

It was only after she came back to herself and he eased his fingers from her that she worried about how loud she'd been. 

Before she could ask, he knocked her breathless again as he slid his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with apparent relish. 

“Did I yell?” she whispered as he crawled back over her. 

He shook his head, “not too loud. I don't think they heard.”

The anxiety ebbed away as he leaned in to kiss her. 

“Can you turn over?” he asked, lips barely grazing hers. 

She pulled back to look into his face. 

“I want to make you feel good,” he said. 

“You already did. Twice.”

“Please?” he asked, ghosting his lips over her cheek, “let me make you come one more time.”

In reality, Quinn was tired, but his pride was insistent, eager to feel her again and he knew if he got her on her stomach she’d come faster than in missionary. 

He could see worry in her expression, but she did as he asked, the sheets clinging briefly to her back as she rolled. 

One of his hands grazed down her side, following the curvature of her hip before tracing her hamstring all the way to the knee. Hooking his hand there, he eased her leg out to the side. 

He really was spoiling her. Eagle with a broken wing was her favorite position other than missionary, but they didn’t do it terribly often, both generally preferring to see the other when they were together. 

She felt Quinn’s heat before any of his skin, and raised her hips slightly to facilitate him. 

“You’re —” she broke off into a groan as he eased into her again. She was so sensitive, she was fairly certain she would have fallen apart all over again if he had given her an intense enough look. Heat was already climbing up her spine and he hadn't even moved yet. 

His hands appeared near hers as he braced on his forearms. She moved to lace her fingers through his. 

When he began to thrust, he felt her fingers curl until her nails kissed his palms  

Listening to her sweet sounds, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to live in her forever.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, chaos sparking all over her skin. “I didn't think I could come this many times so quickly.”

Her hushed statement rushed to his head. “Sarah,” he moaned into her neck. “Fuck, Sarah.” 

His mouth traced the curve of her neck before gently biting the ridge of her shoulder.

The prick of pain from his teeth combined with the way he was hitting her g spot in a steady, continuous rhythm had Sarah’s mouth falling open. “Oh. Quinn,” she moaned. “Just like that. Please don't stop.” 

Feeling out of his mind with pleasure and pride, he rested his forehead on her back.

Only after he felt her tremble and pulse around him and chanting that he loved her, he let himself go, spilling into her with a loud groan he tried to muffle into her skin. 

They stayed that way for a long while, his sweaty chest pressed into her back. He was a comfortable weight, pressing her into the mattress.

Quinn talked himself into moving and eased out, his wince matching the breath she hissed through her teeth. Before he could decide which side to roll onto, she was turning onto her back, and pulling him into her embrace. 

Resting his head on her chest, he sighed. 

Sarah smiled, tired but gratified and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. She wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but waited, knowing Quinn needed this extra affection.

“I don't…” he started to say, then trailed off, slowly tracing a circle around her belly button. 

He had never felt supported and loved like he had today. Not only when she just let him cry, but when she reminded him that she loved the things about him that weren't his job. 

Quinn hadn't known how much he needed to hear Sarah’s words until she was saying them. His whole family was so entwined in hockey that, even though he knew his parents loved him, it sometimes felt like his success and failure in the arena were wrapped up in their affection and approval. It was one of the reasons Jack always felt like the favorite child, as he had the most natural talent. 

“You don't?” she urged when he didn’t say anything else.

He shook his head and took a steadying breath. “I feel like I don't deserve you.” 

A little smile played on her lips, “I feel that way sometimes, too, but I'm not really sure it's about deserving. Everyone deserves love.” 

She paused for a long time playing with his hair. It relaxed Quinn, causing him to practically melt into her.

“I'm glad we're both willing to put in the work and try to meet in the middle,” she said quietly.

He agreed, pressing a kiss to the top of her breast.

As they stayed that way for a long time, Quinn felt cocooned in her love and hoped she felt the same. 

“Okay,” she said a little while later, starting to feel sticky and itchy, “I’m sorry, but I really need to shower, or at least rinse off.” 

They took a quick shower, and Quinn changed the fitted sheet as she redid her skincare. 

When they finally fell asleep tangled together, she in a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt, and he in his boxers, it was well after three. 

After sleeping like the dead, Quinn woke close to ten, still feeling that strong swell of gratitude easing the disappointment in his chest. 

If anyone in his family had heard them, they were all excellent actors, and didn't say a thing. 

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[yourwosogirly]

Can you please write a blurb for Swedish goalkeeper Zecira Musovic?

Collisions - Zećira Mušović

“you okay?”zecira’s soft voice rang in my ears as we sat in our cubbies in the locker room, reaching her hand over to grasp mine .

“I’m fine”i eased her worry for me, even though my legs were still shaking uncontrollably but that was just from game day nerves .

It was Sweden vs Australia, and it was a big game for us. despite being eliminated by Spain in the semi finals we still had to play Australia to decide who would be having third place and we would take it .

But if we didn’t, what else did we have?

I had trust in the team that we had this in the bag but being an over thinker I can’t help but question my own abilities.

“Ze”i squealed as she reached over and pulled me into her arms, sitting me on her lap and I relaxed into her, with my arms going round her neck.

“what’s worrying that pretty of yours,hm?”she mumbled, tapping my head lightly before pressing a kiss to it.

“nothing, I’m just thinking about the game”i sighed as she brushed her fingers through my hair and she hummed in understanding.

“well my love, If your nervous don’t be, we’ve got this in bag, I can feel it”she told me and I looked up at her with hudded eyes .

“really?”I asked and she nodded, mumbling a small really before she lent down, catching me off guard as she kissed me .

“Cmon, you two, we gotta go”magda shouted, pulling us out of our trance and I got out of zecira’s lap, giving her a hand to stand up and we both walked out to stand in the line.

“we’ve got this”she muttered, giving my left ring finger a kiss,which was taped because of my engagement ring she had proposed to me with when we won the fa cup and the wsl. I smiled at her before we separated, moving to our respective positions since I was closer to the back and she was behind our captain as the goalie.

~~

It was the 56th minute that I had gone down, and we were 2-0 up which excited me but I didn’t get my hopes up yet as knowing australia they could easily equalise .

I wasn’t quite sure who it was, but that wasn’t my main focus.all I knew that I was running down the right side of the pitch with the ball at a fast place, yellow shirt right up my back side and before I knew it, I was on the ground, banging my fist into the grass.

Zecira was the first one to me which was a shock, considering the fact I was at the other end of the pitch. but like always, during every match, other than defending her goal and watching out for the striker, she had her eyes on me the whole time so she saw me go down first and could tell it was serious.

a few others had gathered around including caitlin foord, the one who had caused the attack with a guilt ridden look on her face.zecira had called for the medic as she helped me turn over and sat with my head in her lap.

“baby, are you okay?”she asked concerned, as I winced leaning my head back against her shoulder as the pain in my leg spread through me like wildfire.

“it’s hurts so much”her heart broke as those words left my mouth and she wanted to take all my pain away, but she couldn’t . finally the medics had arrived and pushed most people away to be able to asses me properly but zerica refused to move, she was stuck to me.

as they checked my condition, carefully trying to not make the situation worse, zerica smoothed my hair down and whispered sweet nothings in my ear trying to calm me down while she herself gave the medics and my figure worried glances.

“we need to get you off the field”the medic declared and they stood up, ready to help me off the field.normally I would’ve refused being a naturally stubborn person, but the pain in my leg was too much to handle .

gritting my teeth, I slowly got to my feet with the help of zer and the medics.zerica brought my closer to her for a moment so only I could here what she’s saying. “I’m coming off, I don’t want you to be alone.

I shook my head and she tried to protest but I cut her off. “the team needs you, I’ll be fine on my own, okay?”.

she nodded with a sigh and I leaned in to whisper in her ear, “do me proud, superstar”.she blushed and I left her there as I put my arms around the medics shoulders and they helped me hobble off the pitch .

~~

It turns out I was going to be okay, thankfully and I didn’t have to go to the hospital which I felt very lucky because I hated them and I was pretty sure if zerica found it she’d have a heart attack.

I had only tweaked it, luckily but I wouldn’t be able to start in the first game of the wsl.my leg was in a brace for 1-2 week and crutches for about a month. I was still sat in the medical room, now changed into comfy clothes as I watched my teammates celebrate.

there had been no more goals when the game ended, sweden securing a 2-0 win and earned third place. the medic watched me out of the corner of my eye, seeing the longing in my eyes.

“you can go, if you want”and I pretty much jumped out of my seat before she glared at me and I shrunk back grabbing my crutches and quickly making my way towards the tunnel.

zerica quickly rushed towards me as I entered the field, I smiled, leaning into her touch as she embraced me in a massive hug, squeezing me tight .

“are you okay?what did the medics say?is it still hurting?do you need help?omg, I should have came with you, shouldn’t have i?”she rambled on and I placed my hand on her chest to stop her from talking.

I pulled her down by the neck, kissing her and biting her lip before pulling away. “baby, I am okay, I tweaked my ankle, but it feels fine right now and I just have to rest for a few weeks”.

she sighed and nodded at the new information. “okay, I’m glad your okay, now let’s go get our medals”.

she kissed my forehead and I giggled walking to the rest of the girl who were lined up ready to collect our medals while zerica’s hand rested on the small of my back. zerica made sure to stay by my side at all times as some of the girls embraced me and chatted while we waited to receive our medals.

when it was my turn to step up and receive my bronze medal I couldn’t be prouder.I know it wasn’t first place, but it was better than nothing, I couldn’t help but be fulfilled and I knew me and the team worked hard for this .

I was quite far back in the line so there weren’t many more people after me and once I joined the group zerica smiled at me, bringing my medal to her lips. we all cheered celebrating our bronze medal victory and I pulled zerica over to the camera man for some photos.

“picture?”she asked and I nodded, she placed her hand around my shoulder and we both held our medals in our hands.she shocked me though as the camera flashed, she grabbed my chin, pulling me into a kiss.

“I love you, so much”she told me heartfeltly and I blushed looking down at our entwined fingers. I didn’t respond verbally, though but what I did do is pull her into an enchanting kiss that she would never forget .

[peetaslefttoe]

Peeta x reader maybe with a breeding kink? When the war is over Peeta desperately wants kids with the reader and reader feels the same

warnings: smut with literally 0 plot, breed1ng kink, slight lactation kink, creamp1e, c0ckwarming

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love this request i hope you like this 🫶 it’s kinda short i hope that’s okay

Masterlist Pinned xx

Peeta stood in the kitchen slicing the warm bread he’d just pulled from the oven. The sunlight poured in, illuminating his figure. You stood for a moment, enjoying the peace and the life you’d built together after the war. He turned with two slices of bread and saw you in the doorframe. He broke into a smile.

“Good morning beautiful,” he said, walking towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist swaying with you in the morning sun which leaks through the windows. You smile up at him and plant a loving kiss to his lips. Together you sit to eat breakfast at the dining table.

“Do you ever feel like it’s quiet around here now?” Peeta says breaking the comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?” you ask, though you think you may have an idea what he means after all.

“I mean, with the war being over I’ve just been thinking…”

“about a family?” you ask, looking at him with adoration. He looks up meeting your gaze, he smiles , his cheeks blushing in happiness.

“Yeah, yeah about a family,” he responds. You lean forward capturing his lips in yours, unable to resist the sweet smile on his face.

“Peeta, of course I want a family with you, you’d be an amazing dad,” you say, pulling back and looking into his eyes once more. Suddenly he lifts you over his shoulder and walks back to your bedroom. You giggle, kicking your feet wildly.

“Peeta! Put me down!” you laugh out. He tosses you onto the bed and climbs on top. He paints your forehead in kisses laughing with you.

“God, I can just imagine you, pregnant with my baby,” he says in a dazed voice. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him into a passionate kiss. He deepens it further, clutching your face tightly. You feel his length grow in his pyjama pants against you. You pull back smirking at him.

“This isn’t turning you on, is it?” you say playfully, teasing him.

“Shhh,” he replies, silencing you with another kiss. He pulls his shirt over his head before leaning back down. You run your hands along his warm back, feeling his muscles move as he touches you. He moves to your neck, sucking and nibbling at the soft sensitive skin. He tugs at your pyjama shirt, you comply and discard it to the floor. He whines, realizing your not wearing a bra.

“Fuck Y/N, want your tits to swell with milk for me sweet girl,” he murmurs shading your chest. He licks at your right nipple before suckling firmly at it. His hands come up to squeeze your breasts.

“Can’t wait to fill you with my seed, watch you swell,” you moaned at his words, grinding up into him. He pulls his thick cock out, pumping himself slowly. You pull your panties down and open your legs for him.

“You want me to cum deep inside you and fuck my cum into you darling?” Peeta says darkly, lining up with your soaking hole.

“Please Peeta, want you to give me a baby,” with these words he rams into you, his heavy balls smacking your ass. He pulls back slowly before thrusting into you hard and rough. You moan at his movements, his dick hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You snake your hand down to your clit, furiously rubbing it. Your legs shake with pleasure as he fucks into you, the sound of his thrusts fill the room.

“I’m gonna make you mine in every way darling, can’t you see how beautiful you’ll look? All round with my baby,” Peeta grunts, leaning down to suck at your nipples again. He bites down gently, sending you over the edge. You thrash and buck wildly into him, milking his dick. Your walls flutter around him, Peeta throws his head back in ecstasy, his warm cum filling you. He fucks you through your high, but continues to thrust his seed deep into your hole as promised. After a few more rough strokes he lays facing you without pulling out.

“Gonna stay inside you sweet girl, make sure to breed your tight little pussy,” he whispers, stroking your hair out of your face. You clench around him at his words before kissing him deeply.

“I can’t wait Peeta, I can’t wait,” you murmur dreamily against his chest.

[a-very-pleasant-view]

Broke: Round 0 (Pt. 1)

Due to my pregnancy mod, Brandi welcomes Skip Jr. to the world earlier than normal. Beau is entirely unenthused by his new baby brother, he finds the toilet much more interesting.

As a family sim, Brandi is happy to have a new addition to the family, but she does worry about her financial situation and how she’s going to raise two young boys, and a rebellious teenager, all on her own. She misses Skip dearly, and wishes more than anything that he was here to meet their new son.

Once the baby is down for his nap, Brandi finally has some time to work with little Beau on learning to talk. 

She worries with the new baby, she won’t have as much time for Beau. She wants to make sure he learns all the skills he needs before he ages up so he has an easier time than Dustin is currently having. 

Many people see Brandi as irresponsible, but she’s a very good mother to her boys. She works tirelessly to ensure their health and wellbeing, often passing out in Beau’s toilet puddles on the bathroom floor. 

Dustin arrives home from school with failing grades and Brandi chews him out. She thinks he needs more discipline as she’s let him run wild since his dad died, and that clearly hasn’t been working. Angela stands there awkwardly listening to the lecture, and Dustin is annoyed his mom would embarrass him like this in front of her. 

Brandi tells Dustin that he has a new baby brother. She’s happy he takes the news well. 

Angela always autonomously plays with Beau. She’s a very nurturing sim, unless it’s Lilith. 

Beau just wants to hang out with the big kids. He really looks up to his big brother.

When Brandi puts Beau down for his nap, Dustin finally gets a moment alone with Angela. He wants to have his first kiss, so he goes for it. These two are so sweet together. 

Brandi decides to come into Dustin’s room to smustle in the middle of his first kiss. 

And as always with the smustle, it’s contagious. There’s nothing more romantic than dancing in the filthy bathroom with your boyfriend and his mom. 

[nerdyenby]

I was trying to find a (somewhat) comprehensive list of MCC curses and couldn’t find one so I’m making my own!

• Captain’s curse: CaptainSparklez’s inability to win an event, broken in MCC22

• Ranboo’s 3rd place curse: Ranboo has never been on a team that has placed higher than third, he has been on third place teams in MCCs 15, 17, 18, 20, and 28 (ironically 1/3 of the events they’ve been in (5/15)). This was broken in MCC29, ironically the first event of season 3. Yet their team lost dodgebolt so they’re still a loser /lh

• Jack’s dodgebolt curse: the man has never won a round of dodge bolt. His teams made dodge bolt in MCCs 15, 21, 24, and 28 and have been 3-0’d every time.

• Fruitninja dodgebolt curse: Fruitberries hadn’t won an event since MCC9 despite having been in dodgebolt 5 times since; this was broken in MCC26. Illumina didn’t win an event in season 2 despite consistently being a top 5 player and making it to dodgebolt three times.

• Shelby’s curse: she hadn’t won an event since MCC5 despite having played in every canon event. This was broken in MCC26.

• The Krtzyy curse: they haven’t won an event since MCC1 despite being in many events and consistently placing in the top-half. This was broken in MCC29, also the first event of its respective season.

• Every 7th event breaks: with an event of this scale, it’s impressive that technical difficulties are this rare. The server has had something go wrong every event with a number divisible by seven. MCC7 had Battle Box needing to be reset due to lag, MCC14 wasn’t as technical but Ace Race was scuffed because people took a wrong turn, MCC21 had a few smaller issues and numerous pauses for players being disconnected, and MCC28 had the server going offline in between games twice.

I’d also like to mention Oli “Cursebreaker” Orionsound: man’s been breaking curses left and right. He was teamed with Jordan, Fruit, and Shelby when each of them broke their curses.

[thatapologisttoyourantis]

I’m not sure why the dumbass Feysand stans are suddenly “confusing?” Making up? That Tamlin’s depression & the current state of The Spring Court means he’s poor…have they all lost their minds?!?!!!

Why am I seeing so many fics written by Feysand stans that have Tamlin involvement, where he’s now poor because he’s depressed & hasn’t started rebuilding Spring & suddenly he’s now going round to the other courts & the other HL’s begging for help including Rhysand, like fuck off & be so gods damned for real for 2 seconds…are you that idiotic to think that he doesn’t have separate finances? That his whole familial bloodline didn’t have their own personal accounts.

*sighs deeply at the incompetence within this fandom*

I legit saw a few people in a TikTok comments saying that he’s depressed & broke…LIKE WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU EVEN GET THIS FROM?! The male is depressed & has 0 motivations right now to pick himself back up & rebuild the court but that has ZERO CORRELATION TO HIS WEALTH STATUS!! Tamlin is very much a wealthy male the difference between Tamlin & Rhysand in their wealth is that one of them uses it to constantly show off & look down on others whilst the other doesn’t & is quite humble about his wealth, he spends when & where’s necessary.

We get that you hate the male but the level of lies & idiocy within y’all is crazy, try to correlate rapidly deteriorating mental health (a depressed & suicidal male) to his wealth status might just be one of the stupidest thing I’ve seen come from them yet…

[azrielslightintheshadows]

Hello! I'm back!

Could I request a cassian one this time? :0

The reader is his pregnant mate when Nesta comes along and starts taking up most of Cassian's time for training. When reader tries to talk to him about it he doesn't get it and it's only thinking of the orders rhysand gave him. Reader cries and yells at him before storming off. Maybe she goes to amren's and refuses to talk to him for a week? You can decide how it ends!

I've been living for your angst so much! Your writing is amazing so thank you for sharing with the fandom it means a lot! I hope your computer troubles get sorted soon, but thank you for continuing dispite it! (You're doing amazing sweetie :-D)

-🌿

My girls.

Cassian x f!Reader

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst, swearing.

Hello leaf annon!!! I missed you! Hope you enjoy this too! I wasn't sure if you wanted Cassian to know about the pregnancy so I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted, feel free to request a new one where he doesn't know!

Cassian always wanted to become a father, he had discussed about it with you multiple times since the first month you two met, so after 15 years of trying it finally happened and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Cassian almost fainted when you told him, he yearned for it so much that he actually couldn’t believe it, then fear took over and he became so overprotective and unbearable that you sometimes wanted to move out of the house of wind. But you quickly realized that you actually loved this side of him, and unfortunately you only came to that conclusion when he stopped showing any interest. When the two Archeron sisters were thrown into the Cauldron everything changed, at first everyone was trying to find a way to get Feyre back from the spring court, then they had to find a way to help the other two sisters adjust to the new world they were forcibly made part of and lastly, they had to stop Nesta from doing stupid shit that compromised everyone’s lives and money.

You didn’t mind it at first and you even tried to help the young females as much as you could but when Rhysand ordered Cassian to keep an eye on Nesta your heart broke. You didn’t know if it was the hormones of the pregnancy or the primal instincts of the mating bond that made you want to chew her head off. You were able to control yourself until now. Cassian kept spending most of his time with her, he would leave your bed before you woke up to train her, he would take her out for lunch after their training and then he would take her to Rhysand to find a way to control her powers. You would wait for him to have dinner together but most of the days he would follow Nesta around town making sure she didn't visit the taverns and fall back to her old habits. You had enough, your baby bump was getting bigger and bigger every day, you couldn’t do half of the things you used to, your clothes didn’t fit you and no one was there to help you. So, you decided to confront Cassian about everything.

You sat on your shared bed wearing one oversized shirt that belonged to Cassian and one pair of his grey sweatpants -the only clothes that fit- and pulled the bond harshly wanting to make a statement about how urgent it was. After a few minutes you heard the familiar beating sound of wings and your mate’s hurried footsteps, he burst into the room panting and with a worried expression.

“What happened? Are you okay? Is it the baby? Oh Cauldron… is there something wrong with the baby?” he was frantically scanning your body and then his wide eyes stayed on your round belly.

“The baby is fine…” you sighed feeling guilty for worrying him.

Cassian’s face became hard as stone as he stared at you.

“I’m not okay Cass” you confessed and lowered your gaze to the floor.

“Why?” “Because I feel neglected, you spend most of your time with Nesta you are never here…and I need you now more than ever.” You replied and pointed to your belly.

“Are you serious right now? You pulled me out of an important meeting just to tell me you’re feeling lonely?” He yelled.

Your bottom lip trembled, and you felt tears streaming down your face. Cassian saw your expression and for a split second his features softened but then the cold mask was back.

“I’ve been working my ass off to keep you and everyone safe for the past few months and this is the thanks I get. I’m drowning every day trying to handle all the duties Rhysand gave me and my own mate only cares about herself” His voice was getting louder with each word.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you got up and with one swift move you hit your vanity, all your stuff scattering around.

“Fuck off, this is your baby too, if you can’t be a general and a father too then stay alone, I don’t want you near my child if you’re going to neglect it too.” You screamed and stormed off. Cassian froze, he had never seen you this angry, he stared at your broken things on the ground and replayed the things you said in his mind. You always wanted to talk things through and now that you yelled and stormed off, he didn’t know what to do. He thought about the past few months and his heart ached as he realized that he was never there for you, he missed most of your pregnancy because of some orders that Azriel could handle just fine if he asked him to. Guilt consumed him burning his whole body, his throat was closing, and he felt the panic... it came so strong that he almost dropped on his knees. His wings slumped and sobs started shaking his body.

“What did I do?” he whispered.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

After you stormed off, you found Rhysand in the dinning room and begged him to take you somewhere else, you didn’t want to face Cassian again, your pregnancy made you feel everything ten times stronger, and you were certain that if you saw his face, you would actually try to behead him. Rhysand could see how broken you were so without a word he winnowed you to your best friend’s – Amren’s apartment. You met Amren a few months after Cassian, the tiny ancient one as your mate called her, loved to terrorize him so you instantly clicked to Cassian’s horror and you both made his life more difficult than it should have been. He didn’t mind it though, he loved the sound of your laughter every time he fell for one of your pranks.

When you and Rhysand appeared in the middle of her apartment, and she saw your face she instantly jumped off her bed and engulfed you in a warm hug.

“What happened girl?” she asked and waved to Rhysand. She knew that you wouldn’t talk in front of the high lord. He nodded and disappeared.

You were sitting on her bed, explaining what happened and crying your heart out.

Amren listened carefully, a pissed look appearing on her face and low growls leaving her throat.

“Fucking idiot, I will strangle him with my bare hands.”

“No… please don’t say anything, I need some time to heal and then I will strangle him myself.” You smiled and amusement flashed in her eyes.

“What are you going to do?” she asked. “I would like to stay here if you don’t mind, at least until the baby is born.” You caressed your belly.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind having you here but wouldn’t you like Cassian to be there when you give birth?” she asked.

“No… at least for now.”

“Okay.” She said and shrugged.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Cassian was losing his mind, he kept begging Rhysand to let him come get you, the high lord though wouldn’t budge, he went through the warlord’s mind and when he found out what had happened rage filled his body and mind. He couldn’t believe how stupid his brother is. His heart ached for you, and he was internally accusing himself for everything, he regretted giving all these duties to Cassian, he couldn’t understand how he didn’t stop to consider how the pregnant female -full of hormones- would feel if her mate spent most of his time with another female. So, he decided to at least respect your wish to stay away and not let Cassian come get you, he felt bad for using his high lord’s voice on his brother, but he had to.

“Rhys, please.” Cassian pleaded for the hundredth time.

“No. You messed up and she needs time, we have to respect that” Rhysand scowled.

“She’s coming back though… right?” the warlord’s voice was barely above a whisper, he looked like a small child needing its parent’s reassurance.

Rhysand thought about that, he didn’t know for sure and for the first time since you left, he felt fear. His furrowed eyebrows and his silence didn’t go unnoticed by the general who let out a cry. Azriel’s eyes watered at the sight, and he stepped out of the shadows, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder to console him. The shadowsinger glanced at Rhys who shook his head and flicked his fingers, a bottle of whiskey appearing on the table.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

It had been one week since you left, Amren had been so supportive, and you even found her reading a book about birth in case you needed help. You knew that Rhysand was frequently checking in by her unfocussed eyes. You were glad that Cassian didn’t come to get you and you made a mental note to thank Rhys for that. The baby had stopped kicking ever since the fight and it broke your heart, you realized that it used to kick only when it heard Cassian’s voice, and now… nothing.

You were on the verge of crying again when Rhys appeared in the middle of the room.

“Next time you appear here without informing me first you are done.” Amren growled. “Sorry…” Rhysand gave her his signature feline smile and turned to you. “Y/n… he is a mess, I have never seen him like that. You must come back”.

“When I was a mess he didn’t even notice, so believe me when I say that I don’t care, he deserves it.” You crossed your hands, resting them on your swollen belly.

Rhysand opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off with a gasp.

“Oh no” you said and crouched. “What’s wrong?” Rhys and Amren said at the same time and rushed to you.

“The baby is coming” you shouted, and they helped you to the bed. “I’m going to get Madja” Rhysand said and took a few steps back. “Cassian… I want Cassian” you cried out and he nodded.

Amren removed your pants and helped you get in a comfortable position, she brought pillows and warm towels. “Cassian” you screamed and grabbed her hand.

“I know… he is coming” she whispered and squeezed your hand. “Please I need him please” you cried and screamed his name again.

Strong arms engulfed you and your mate’s familiar scent filled your nostrils.

“I’m here doll…” he whispered and pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Don’t leave” you cried.

“Never” he replied and hugged you harder.

Madja was between your legs and after a few pushes your baby girl made her way to this world crying and kicking.

“She’s beautiful” Cassian whispered as he stared down to the little bundle of blankets in his arms. She looked so tiny when he held her, and the sight warmed your heart. The moment Madja placed her in her daddy’s arms she stared at him and slowly closed her eyes feeling warm and safe.

“I love you” he said and looked at you “I love you both, I will never let you down again”.

“I know… we love you too” you replied, and he laid next to you putting your baby girl between the two of you.

He draped a protective wing above you, creating a cocoon and whispered.

“My girls”

Requests are open but delayed!

[fawnfictions]

helloo :'0

would you,, mayhaps consider a lil platonic thing between macaque and a gn!reader where they're just absolutely Showering the shadow monkey with affection?

stress cuddles

— macaque & gn!reader

this is so cute, he deserves the affection :(

this is kind of shitty, and i'm sorry for being absent for so long <//3 i wanted to finish this asap when i got the motivation back

;; platonic, a little angst at the start?, almost entirely fluff, swearing (mac has a potty mouth smh)

You weren't entirely certain of the events that led up to this moment—one moment, you were on your way to your favourite shadow monkey for a surprise visit. Next moment, you were standing in front of a moping mess of a scarred demon.

Macaque, with his usual attire discarded and now donning a casual outfit that included black sweatpants and a purple sweater, was sitting in a lonely corner on a bench in his dojo. The sight was pitiful, really; his clawed hands held his glum face, seemingly lost in his thoughts and in another world as he failed to register your appearance despite his exceeding sense of hearing.

With careful movements, you stepped towards his corner. At less than a few feet away, he finally snapped out of his trance as you noticed his ears twitching. His eyes darted to your form, alarmed, almost prepared to attack out of fear from his vulnerability, as the natural shadows surrounding the two of you began to grow larger, and more intimidating.

"H-Hey, Macaque—It's just me. Are you... Alright?"

His tail lashed nervously behind him, his pupils dilating as he comprehended the lack of threat. The monkey seemed to mull over the possible responses for a moment.

"Sorry, kid... I, uh, was lost in my head, then." Macaque brushed off, despite the distant look in his avoiding eyes, "What brings you 'round to my humble abode, anyways?"

You frowned at the forced grin upon his face, "You know you can talk to me, right? I can tell that something is bothering you, Mac."

He grumbled, reluctant to open up and lay out his problems on your shoulders. However, one glance into your caring eyes broke through his thin walls.

The expression on his face dropped, the corners of his mouth dropping and his brows furrowed, "Ah, geez. You're so stubborn —"

You gave a light, playful smack to his shoulder at his remark, receiving a short, yet genuine, laugh in response.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" His grin dropped, "But, uh... I was just thinking about the past. Back with Wukong, y'know?"

That was all you needed to hear, really — those few words held a lot of baggage behind them. And, although you weren't overly knowledgeable on the details of the friendship between the two simians, it didn't take a scholar to understand that they had separated on sour terms.

Despite the pain that he had caused towards the Monkey King, you did know that, in his heart, Macaque wished that nothing had changed between them.

You had opened your mouth to offer comfort after a moment of silence had passed, but you were interrupted before a single sound left, "And all this... Lady Bone Demon shit, and the Brotherhood, recently — it's stressing me out!"

His teeth were barred as his hand clenched at his head. Fortunately, you knew it wasn't aimed at you.

With a sigh, immediately catching his attention by the flickering of an ear, you opened your arms, offering your physical affections to him. With nothing but a peep, the mystic monkey pushed himself into your embrace.

His tail found itself wrapping around your leg, his claws unconsciously digging into your shirt, attempts to ground himself. He buried his face lightly into your hair, breathing in the comfort of your scent; the scent that told him that, in this moment, he wasn't alone.

While ensuring that he remained in your embrace, you manoeuvred your bodies downwards, lowering to the floor and against one of the sturdy dojo walls. It definitely wasn't one of the most comfortable places you've ever sat before; hardwood floorboards and sturdy pillars weren't exactly made with comfort in mind. However, the furry equivalent of a hot-water bottle that didn't show any signs of releasing his hold from you had taken all of your focus at the moment.

You sat in silence, a dark simian curled into your body between your legs and clutching onto your clothing with clawed hands and a tail, yet still careful enough to not damage the fabric, while you lifted a hand to gently scratch around the fur on his head. You could feel Macaque's body begin to lose its tension at your ministrations, slumping further into you.

A low sigh, barely audible, left the monkey, followed by quiet purring — you doubted that he was conscious of the noises he was making, there had been plenty of times in the past where he had shown clear embarrassment at any slip-ups he had made.

With the understanding that you may be stuck here for a while, you allowed yourself to relax a bit more. At your slight movement, furred arms pulled tighter around you before you rested your head a top of his own. With a smile on your face, you held the troubled simian in your arms as he lost his worries in your embrace.

. . .

a few hours later – bonus scene ;D

You were reluctant to open your eyes, feeling crustier than usual, following the movement you had felt practically on top of you. With barely any recollection of when, or where, you had seemingly fallen asleep, you pushed yourself to consciousness to survey your surroundings.

Immediately, you were met with a face-full of dark, messed hair. It tickled your nose, causing you to lift your head away before any sneezing escalated — you didn't want to snot-rocket into someone else's hair, after all — and tilted your head to get a better angle at the person in front of you.

Your movement, however, lead to the being's stirring and eventual awakening as your mind began registering the warm limbs wrapped around your body. It seemed that your snuggle-r was just as groggy as you were, though.

Rough murmurs left the monkey, who had begun loosening his grip on you, before he lifted his head upwards. Clear redness grew upon his face in embarrassment.

"Shit, kid — ugh, didn't mean for this to, uh —"

You rubbed at your face, tiredly smiling at him through a yawn, "It's alright, Mac. We were both tired — what time is it, anyways?"

"Uh, it's..." Macaque cleared his throat, glancing across the dojo towards a clock, "5AM, jeez..."

"And I'm still tired, it's too early to be up..."

Your eyes closed, once again, and the darkness covering your sight was met with an agreeing sigh. In a short moment, you felt your body lose the solid surface you had been connected to as the air went still, before coming into contact with a much softer one as you opened your eyes in surprise.

Macaque read the emotions displayed wildly on your face as he chuckled, "I don't want you developing back issues because you slept on the floor — now go back to sleep, kid."

A quick glance around your new surroundings showed that you had been moved to your own bedroom — using Macaque's shadow abilities, clearly. You weren't going to deny his command, though, willingly tucking yourself in under the familiar covers. The absence of a certain monkey joining you caught your attention, however.

"C'mon, Mac. You've gotta be tired too, and there's enough room in here for both of us!" You dramatically, albeit childishly, patted the empty space beside you.

"Well, can't deny that, for sure," The simian mischievously grinned at you, as you began to realise your mistakes as he crept closer to you.

You had barely been able to argue against him, before he had thrown his body beside your own, reaching his limbs across your body. Snickers left your own mouth, as you attempted to push his arm off of you, "Mac, no!"

"Kid, are you sure there's enough room in this bed for the two of us? It feels a little squishy in here..." He playfully teased you, allowing his arm to flop over onto his own chest and dragging his limbs back beside himself.

"You're purposefully taking up all the room! Move over, you monkey." You lightly pushed against him, ignoring his joking gasp of offence, before calming yourself down to fall asleep.

Macaque softly grinned at you, "Alright, alright, it's bed time."

You leaned over to lazily wrap your arms around him, practically copying his earlier position, as you nestled your head against his chest. As you almost fell immediately back to sleep, you missed the quiet purring emitting from the monkey again, and his quiet expression of gratitude as he rested his chin atop your head.