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sunsburns · 3 months ago

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four or five moments (ii.)

pairing: wade wilson/deadpool x fem!assassin!reader

summary: you're literally just trying to do your job, and it's going great so far, you've killed trask, all you have left is to stop that truck from leaving new york. few problems: deadpool can't stay dead, you're having a moral dilemma and why is that car getting closer? oh shit-!

—or: deadpool literally hits you with a car

word count: 4k+

warnings: fem reader, wade being nasty, flirting, sex jokes, canon violence, there isn't too much plot, blood, strange conversations about morality, wade being annoying, he also breaks the fourth wall a few times, i did not pre-read this pls bare with spelling mistakes

notes: i was peer pressured to write this. it literally strays off from the og plot so bad you get whiplash!!

part one

All you really need is four or five moments.

Four or five moments to prove that you're better than them, that you wouldn't stoop as low, to prove that an eye for an eye will only leave two people blind. No blood will bring mercy. No. But it might get you some peace of mind knowing that they can't hurt you anymore, knowing that there's one less asshole on the earth that's trying to hurt you and the people you care about. It is heartless, you're well aware, but you are not trained to have much of a heart, much less to care.

You remind yourself of that fact as lights blur into neon streaks and speeding vehicles race by. Your heart pounds in your chest, adrenaline sharpening your senses, and the stab wound on your leg becomes a distant throb.

You leap onto a motorcycle conveniently left unattended by a fleeing warehouse worker, hot-wiring it with practiced ease. The engine roars to life, and you peel out onto the road, weaving through traffic. The bike vibrates beneath you, a sleek, powerful beast responding to your every command.

Behind you, Deadpool is a persistent shadow. You catch glimpses of his red suit and mask as he commandeers a car, recklessly swerving through lanes to catch up to you. His determination is infuriating, but you can't afford to be distracted. You grit your teeth, focusing on the chase.

Your earpiece crackles to life, and a familiar voice comes through. "I've got eyes on your tracker," your handler says. "They're heading towards the docks. Be careful; we don't know if it's a set-up."

"Understood," you reply, voice steady despite the chaos.

As you near the docks, the industrial landscape looms ahead, a labyrinth of shipping containers and cranes casting long shadows in the dim light. The truck is just ahead, its taillights glowing like beacons.

You accelerate closer, and with one hand, you grab an energy gun, in a quick movement, you shoot at the truck doors, immediately regaining your grip on the handle afterwards. The doors fly open, revealing giant metal scraps and wooden crates.

You nearly curse, swerving out of the way when a pipe tumbles out from the back of the truck, crashing onto the road. The clang of metal on asphalt echoes in your ears. You slow down by the truck's blind spot, knowing you'd have to stop it, especially now that the cargo was confirmed to be in it.

You stay ready with your gun, pulling it from the holster on your thigh. You wait a beat, then another, and as the truck starts to pick up speed, you make your move and roll up to the driver's window, shooting through the glass. The bullet flies through the driver's head, causing him to slump forward, pressing on the horn. The blaring sound drowns out your second shot, which takes down the man in the passenger seat before he can shoot you.

The truck starts to slow, veering erratically before it crashes into a building with a deafening crunch of metal and shattering glass. The impact takes down a few light posts and parked cars, sending debris flying. Broken electrical wires dance and crackle around the wreck, their sparks reflected in the spray of a burst fire hydrant.

"Great job," your handler's voice crackles through your comms. "Dispose of the truck. No witnesses—"

The connection cuts off as you are violently hit from the side by a black car. The force of the impact sends you flying off your bike, tumbling across the rough asphalt. Your suit and helmet take most of the fall, tearing and cracking under the friction. Your visor shatters, the protective plastic lining breaking at the base.

You feel the sting and burn of broken skin on your arms and legs, grime and dirt mixing with the blood seeping from your cuts. Your vision is blurred, and a high-pitched ringing fills your ears. Every breath you take is shallow and painful, your ribs protesting with each inhale. Biting the inside of your cheek, you push yourself to pull off your broken helmet, tossing it aside. You blink hard, trying to focus your vision and spot a figure approaching.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, you recognize the distinctive red and black suit. Deadpool. He strides towards you with casual confidence, katana in hand, his eyes hidden behind the mask but undoubtedly filled with a mix of amusement and determination. The streetlights cast eerie shadows on his suit, highlighting the dried blood and grime.

"Please, don't be mad, honeybuns." Deadpool's irritating voice is the first thing you can hear when the ringing stops. He's standing before you, gloved hands out for you to take.

You don't move, heaving, "What the fuck, Wade?"

"Oh, are we on a first-name basis now? I think I like it." Wade Wilson hums, and when you still don't take his hands, he kneels before you. The smell of sweat and gunpowder wafts off him, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. "I know this all seems a little confusing—"

"You hit me with a fucking car, you dick!" you belt out, eyes wide with rage. The pain and exhaustion make your voice hoarse, every word a struggle.

"Well, yes. But it's only fair—"

"Fuck you."

"Listen to me." He says a little desperately, and you're glaring at him through your tears. Wade doesn't let it get to him, instead, he calls out your name, barely above a whisper as he looks at you. "You are getting innocent people killed." He tells you. "Look around. This might not be a cul-de-sac, but there are civilians, and they're hurt. We need to leave. You need to call it."

You glance over his shoulder, tired eyes scanning the area. He was right. Dock workers are running around, shouting and helping people out of the old building the truck had crashed into. It's late at night, but not late enough for the place to be deserted; people are still at work, still trying to get by.

You wince as you watch a pregnant woman being led out of a crashed car by her husband, a gash on her head. The smell of gasoline and burning rubber fills the air, mixing with the acrid scent of smoke from the crashed truck.

"Killing shitty people is one thing," Deadpool tells you, and you hate the way his voice is almost earnest. His tone is different, more serious, a stark contrast to his usual unserious demeanour. "But I'm familiar with your no-witnesses rule. This would just be mass murder if I let you keep going. Not exactly my piece of cake. Just..."

He stops, letting his head hang for a moment as if he were too repulsed to say it. You can see his shoulders slump slightly, a rare show of genuine emotion. "Oh god, I can't believe I'm about to say this," he grumbles, "Four or five moments. That's all it takes. Just stop and think. It's all it takes to be a hero."

You grit your teeth, hating that Wade Wilson is your voice of reason. The biggest asshole in New York, and here he is lecturing you on morality.

Hairs are falling out of your braid and sticking to your forehead, yet you don't care. Sweat mixes with blood, creating a sticky mess on your skin. You can only glare at him. "You're the last fucking person who should be telling me how to be a hero."

Wade sighs, loud and obnoxious, his mask wrinkling around his eyes as he scrunches up his face. "I'm sorry I hit you with a car. You kinda deserved it after killing Trask. He was my last chance at becoming pretty again. Now I have to stalk another crazy scientist." He taps his chin thoughtfully, "I always figured I'd end up chasing a mad scientist again, but not under these circumstances."

It's when you can no longer hold yourself up with your arms that Wade takes in the gravity of your injuries. He winces, watching you crumble to the ground before him. "Oh, wow, that's a lot of blood," he notes, his voice suddenly devoid of humour. The sight of your blood pooling on the asphalt seems to pull him back to reality. "Should I take you to a hospital? How many fingers am I holding up?"

He doesn't give you a chance to answer.

"Three? No. Two? Yikes. It's worse than I thought." Wade stands, and the worry in his voice is poorly masked by his usual sarcasm. "Here we go. Up, up!" When he moves to pick you up, you start turning away, your body protesting every movement.

"Wade, wait—" you rasp, trying to stop him from touching you. Your voice is weak, barely above a whisper.

But it's too late. When he reaches for you, your body phases, a faint white glow surrounding you as his hands and arms fall through your body as if you're a ghost. He recoils, jumping back while a squeamish sound escapes his lips. He stares at you, then his hands, then back at you on the ground as you try to sit up again, confusion and amazement written all over his masked face.

"Oh. My. Motherfucking. Fuckballs." Wade gasped, eyes wide behind his mask. "Did my hand just go through you or is all that cocaine finally kicking in?"

You ignore him, holding onto your side as it throbs with pain. Every movement sends sharp, agonizing waves through your body. "Fuck."

"No way, you're a fucking mutant?" His tone is a mix of awe and excitement, like a kid discovering a new toy.

It's not like you kept it a secret. You used your abilities whenever you needed to, and sure, it was useful at times, especially in your line of work when you needed to get through locked doors and hidden rooms or just for the element of surprise. But it's draining. Leaves you winded after only a matter of seconds. You've always had a hard time controlling it when you're slightly delusional though. You must've hit your head really hard. Maybe that's why you haven't shot Deadpool, yet.

"Shut up, Wade."

"Hey, no need to be ashamed of it." He reassures you while trying to pick you up again. This time, he is more cautious, his movements slower and more deliberate. When he succeeds, you can tell he's grinning like a child underneath the mask.

He carries you back to the same fuckass car he hit you with, holding you with one arm under your knees, the other supporting your back. There's a faint skip to his step as if you're not on the verge of losing consciousness. While kicking open the back door, Wade continues his chatter, and you really wish he'd killed you on impact.

"Being a mutant is great! Plus, it's not the early two thousands anymore, or whatever timeline Stewart was in. Man, they sure did hate mutants in that trilogy."

He sets you down in the back seat gently, his hands surprisingly delicate. "You know, I always knew you were different. You hit me harder than regular people. I just figured you really hated me."

"I do." you mutter.

"Oh, my little sweet buns, I'm sure you do." To your annoyance, he pokes your nose playfully. "But you can't hate me too much right now, I'm literally your knight in shining armor. See, I can be nice, especially to my fellow mercs. You'd bleed to death if I left you there."

"Only because you hit me with a fucking car," you snap, the pain and frustration boiling over.

"Good to know you're still harboring great anger towards that. Means you're still conscious. Keep being mean to me, baby, that's how I'll know you're okay." He pauses before shutting the door, looking at you lying on the backseat, bleeding and all the glory that comes from it. "And it also turns me on a little bit. God, I can't believe your suit is torn and not one bit of extra cleavage is exposed. What will it take for a guy to get some rated R nudity over here?"

And with that, he slams the door shut, the car shaking with the force of it. The sound makes the ringing return to your ears, and you bite back the urge to curse him. He takes a seat in the driver's seat, starting the engine and rushing out of the scene before first responders arrive. The car roars to life, and as he speeds away, you feel your consciousness slipping, the pain and exhaustion overwhelming you.

The two of you sit in silence for the most part, only the sounds of the engine running and Wade humming the tune of a song you think is from The Greatest Showman soundtrack. You force yourself to stay awake. Mostly because you don't trust him, but it's also because you fear that if you let your eyes close you won't wake up again. Yeah, it's mostly because you don't trust Wade Wilson.

"Where are you taking me?" you finally ask, and you hate the way your voice sounds weak, barely above a whisper.

"Just a little safe house I know." He tells you, glancing back at you for a quick moment. "Very homey, trust me."

"What about the shipment?" you murmur, your mind struggling to stay focused.

"What?"

"The truck," you repeat, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"Oh, don't worry. That's no longer our problem." He says, "We're about to enter a whole new setting. That truck is forgotten plot."

Wade takes a sharp turn, and you wince as your body shifts uncomfortably in the back seat. The pain is getting worse, each bump in the road sending jolts of agony through your body. You grit your teeth, trying to stay conscious, but it's a losing battle.

After what feels like an eternity, the car finally comes to a stop. Wade gets out and you hear his footsteps crunching on gravel as he walks around to your door. He opens it carefully this time, his usual wiseass demeanour replaced by a rare show of genuine concern. He scoops you up gently, and you're too weak to protest.

The last thing you remember, before everything goes black, is the sight of a grand mansion looming ahead, its imposing silhouette framed by the moonlight. The large iron gates creak open as Wade carries you through them, the gravel path crunching under his boots. The mansion, with its towering spires and Gothic architecture, looks like something out of a fairy tale, a stark contrast to the violence and chaos you just escaped from.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the softness of the bed beneath you. The second thing you notice is the smell of lavender and the faint hum of medical equipment. You try to sit up, but a sharp pain in your side makes you gasp.

"Whoa, easy there," a deep, accented voice says from beside you. You turn your head slowly, the motion making your vision swim. A towering, metal-skinned mutant sits by your bed, his imposing figure softened by a look of genuine concern. "You need to rest. You are badly injured."

Your throat feels like sandpaper as you rasp, "Where am I?"

"The X-Mansion," he replies in a soothing tone, the accent heavy but comforting. "Wade brought you here. You’re safe now. I am Colossus."

You try to take in your surroundings, your head feeling heavy as you look around. The room is vast and elegant, with high ceilings that seem to reach the heavens. The walls are adorned with rich tapestries and framed paintings, depicting serene landscapes and grand historical scenes.

Large windows let in the soft, golden glow of morning light, casting gentle shadows that dance across the floor. It’s a far cry from the dingy, rundown places you’re used to, especially that old apartment with its creaky floors and peeling wallpaper.

Your eyes finally land on Wade, who is slouched in a chair in the corner. He’s flipping through a Playboy magazine with exaggerated interest, still in his dirty suit from the night before.

When he sees you stir, he grins and waves a hand in your direction. "Morning, sunshine," he says cheerfully, his voice carrying an unnerving mix of sincerity and teasing. "You gave us quite a scare. But, I've got to say, that hospital gown is doing wonders for your figure. I love the blue. Great contrast to that black you're always wearing."

You roll your eyes, too exhausted to respond properly. The gown feels scratchy against your skin, and every movement sends sharp pangs of pain through your body.

Colossus, noticing your discomfort, shifts slightly. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice deep and steady.

"Like I got hit by a truck," you mutter, sending a glare in Wade's direction.

Colossus chuckles, the sound deep and resonant, like rolling thunder. "Do not worry about him. We will take care of you."

Despite the throbbing pain and overwhelming fatigue, a wave of relief washes over you. For the first time in a long while, you're surrounded by people who genuinely want to help. You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the softness of the bed. "Thank you," you whisper, the words feeling strangely comforting. For once, you don’t feel the need to be constantly on guard.

Wade's grin widens as he leans back in his chair, stretching his legs out and adjusting his mask. "Anytime, honeybuns. Anytime."

As you drift in and out of consciousness, you feel the cool, soothing touch of a wet cloth on your forehead. The gentle pressure is a welcome contrast to the persistent throbbing pain.

The sound of soft murmurs and quiet footsteps fills the room, creating a cocoon of calm around you. At some point, you notice Colossus's massive hands, surprisingly gentle, as he carefully tends to your wounds, applying bandages with precision.

Eventually, a teenager with short hair and a no-nonsense expression enters the room. You learn her name is Negasonic Teenage Warhead. She carries a phone in one hand, handing Colossus a stack of clean bandages with the other. The faint scent of antiseptic and medicinal herbs fills the air, mixing with the crispness of the freshly laundered bed linens.

Hours pass, or maybe it's days—it's difficult to gauge. When you next wake, the room is dimly lit, the golden light replaced by the softer hues of early evening. The pain has dulled to a manageable throb, and the heaviness in your limbs is slightly alleviated. Wade is still there, his previous outfit swapped for sweatpants and a dark green sweater, though he keeps his red and black mask on. He lounges in the chair beside your bed, now engrossed in an iPad, giggling softly to himself.

"Oh, man. Instagram reels are crazy," he snorts, shaking his head as he scrolls through the screen.

He looks up and hums when he sees you're awake again. "You're tougher than you look," he comments, turning off the iPad with a flick of his wrist. "Most people would have keeled over by now."

"You wish."

"Oh, trust me, I do." Wade nods vigorously, his mask bobbing with the motion. "I tried injecting poison into your IV, but your body rejected it."

"Don't worry. My handler will kill me for you."

Wade groans, dramatically rolling his eyes as he gets up from the chair. "You’re still worried about that? I already told you, the truck and all that shit is past plot. We’re in the sequel now, babe. There are new rules. Who knows, maybe this is your redemption arc where you join the X-Men. Though, I will miss your assassin era. You were so sexy in that suit."

You make a face, "Fuck off."

Just then, the door opens with a soft creak, and Colossus enters with a tray in hand. He’s followed closely by Negasonic, who carries a stack of fresh bandages. Colossus places the tray on a small table beside your bed with practiced ease. The tray is filled with a bowl of steaming soup and a couple of slices of crusty bread, the aroma wafting up and making your stomach rumble.

"How are you feeling?" Colossus asks, his voice calm and reassuring as he sets the tray down.

"Better," you admit, managing a small smile. "Thanks to you guys."

Negasonic shrugs nonchalantly, a small smile tugging at her lips despite her usual scowl. "Don’t mention it. Just doing our job."

Wade groans, clearly troubled by the kindness. "Oh great, now you’re all buddy-buddy. What am I, chopped liver?"

Colossus chuckles, the sound of a comforting rumble. "You must eat something. It will help you regain your strength."

You nod gratefully, and with Colossus’s help, you manage to sit up enough to sip the warm, comforting soup. The broth is rich and flavorful, and the bread is soft and fresh. As you eat, you can’t help but feel a strange sense of belonging. Despite the pain and the chaos, you’re surrounded by people who care, and for now, that’s enough.

Wade, not one to be left out, scoots his chair closer, setting it right next to your bed. He stretches out, propping his elbows on his knees as he leans in. "So, what do you think of the X-Mansion? Pretty swanky, right? Lots of rooms, big kitchen, danger room for training... and other things."

Negasonic scoffs, her eyes narrowing. "Gross."

You finish your meal, feeling a bit stronger. As Colossus helps you settle back into the bed, you glance at Wade. "Why did you bring me here?"

Wade’s expression shifts, becoming uncharacteristically serious. He looks at you with sincerity. "Because you’re one of us. And because... well, everyone deserves a second chance."

You blink, surprised by the depth of his words. Before you can respond, he’s back to his usual self, grinning and turning on his iPad. "Plus, it’s not every day I get to play hero. I gotta milk it for all it’s worth. And no, Colossus, I will not join your boy band, thank you very much."

The metal man grunts, waving a hand dismissively before walking out, Negasonic following right behind him. Wade stays seated next to you, his lips curled into a wide, amused grin that seems to stretch just a bit too far was he watches you.

"You're never gonna take that off?" you ask him.

Wade's laughter is a low, rumbling sound that feels almost too bright for the quiet room. "Oh, no fucking way," he says, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m ugly under this. Trust me. You’d be repulsed. Like, horror movie-level repulsed."

You give him a look, your eyebrow arched in disbelief. "I doubt it."

Wade leans in closer, the grin on his face widening. He taps his chin thoughtfully with a gloved finger, the gesture oddly contemplative. "Maybe next time I’ll take it off for you," he says, a taunting tone in his voice as he raises his brows. "Maybe that and a little more."

"There's a next time?"

"I mean, as the famous words of Natasha Bedingfield say: the rest is still underwritten."

"God, you’re fucking ridiculous," you mutter, the words coming out with a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement. "I can’t wait to get out of here and never see you again."

Wade's shoulders slump, the white eyes of his mask narrow at you, "What, that's it? No steamy sex? No heavy petting? Is this how it ends? Not even a kiss?"

"Fuck no. Get out."

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wileys-russo · 1 month ago

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finders keepers II a.putellas

part of the before the void masterlist finders keepers II a.putellas

"you're drowning me!" you huffed, trying to fight to run away as your sister smothered your face with sunscreen. "better than being burnt fresita." the girl chuckled, grabbing your wrist as you tried again unsuccessfully to make a break for it.

"mami its too much!" you tried with a pout, but the older woman only dismissed your complaints with a wave of her hand, too busy wrestling with the chair she'd brought to sit in to get it to open.

"the more you talk pequeña the more of it gets in your mouth." alexia teased in amusement as you made a gagging noise, spitting onto the sand and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"hate you." you grumbled once she finished, wiping the excess onto her arms as she raised an eyebrow. "qué fue eso?" she questioned as you gave a grin. "nothing!" you chirped, patting her leg and racing away before she could grab at you.

"fresa! espera a tus hermanas." eli yelled out in warning as you froze, just a few feet away from the welcoming bright blue of the ocean, deflating and groaning in annoyance.

"too slow! hurry up!" you yelled back stamping your foot with a scowl. "the attitude." alba mumbled, stripping off her shorts with a roll of her eyes. "your hermana is going through a phase, the two of you were the same." eli chuckled, sitting down in her chair.

"alba was worse, and she never grew out of it." alexia smirked, sprinting off as your other sister raced after her, your body language perking up as they started toward you, only you groaned again as they passed by and chased one another around on the sand.

"deprisa!" you yelled at them with a scowl that hadn't seemed to leave your face for weeks now, and if your sisters thought they got off easy with the terrible two's, they were nothing compared to your apparent sinister sixes as eli had dubbed this new grouchy behavior.

you seemed to miss a silent conversation shared between them, a few looks and a raised eyebrow and before you could blink hands were lifting you up and you were plunged into the freezing cold of the ocean.

surfacing out of the icy water and gasping for air you clung tightly to alexia's neck as she scooped you back up, kissing your cheek and wading out deeper after alba.

"that was not nice!" you managed to get out, teeth chattering slightly as your sisters body vibrated with laughter. "well telling us to hurry up was not very nice." she challenged as you only frowned, a few more kisses pressed to your face as you pulled a face of disgust and tried push her away.

"cold." you complained, wincing a little as your body sank slowly into the water as alexia stepped in deeper, making sure not to go too far out where she couldn't still stand and keep a good hold on you.

you were a strong swimmer, but there was a slight current today and your mami had different rules about swimming in the pool than in the ocean, so you knew to stick close to your sisters as much as they could be very annoying.

"well hermanita if you are too cold for a rocket ship-" alexia sighed faking as if to head back toward shore as you shook your head. "no no i'm warm now i'm warm i promise!" you begged, sighing in relief when she turned again and headed back into the water.

alexia calling out to alba who nodded you grinned happily as you shifted your position, now stood on alexia's hands and bending your knees doing your best to keep balance.

"tres...dos...uno!" the brunette counted down, pushing upward with all of her strength on one and sending you flying through the air, splashing down into the water as you surfaced with a happy giggle, climbing up and onto alba.

"your turn!" you patted her shoulder with a charming smile. "you're my best friend." you pouted adorably, the older girl rolling her eyes fondly but turning you around in her arms, and with another countdown you were tossed back up into the air.

this back and forth continued for awhile until both your sisters shoulders burned and they called it quits, starting to head back in as now invigorated by the cold fresh seawater you wouldn't shut up, yapping both of their ears off about the latest episode of your favorite cartoon you'd watched this morning.

"ale can we go get shells? por favor?" you tugged on your sisters hand with a pleading look the moment you all returned to where eli sat tanning, the brunette hesitating for a second as you turned on the puppy dog eyes and sure enough she cracked with a sigh.

your mami watched on with a smile as you all but dragged your eldest sister away with you, alba flicking out her towel though right as she was about to make herself comfortable and lay down you were calling out her name, gesturing wildly for her to join you.

"vaya! tu hermana te quiere." eli fixed her with a look before alba could even try to decline or protest, groaning and grabbing the hat eli held out toward her intended for you.

"swing me!" you held your arms up expectantly as both of your sisters sighed but took your hands, swinging you between them as the three of you headed off down the beach where the best shells were.

"stop!" you called out suddenly as you spotted something, letting go of their hands and racing off, returning a few seconds later with a bright red bucket and spade in hand that looked brand new.

"oye hermana, put that back por favor. it belongs to someone else!" alexia started but alba quickly stepped in. "ale. look around, someone left it behind, let her have it." alba shrugged, gesturing around where sure enough there were several couples scattering the sand but no small children in sight.

"can i?" you asked excitedly, looking between them with wide eyes as alba nodded but you knew alexia had the final say, the girl hesitating before giving in with a small nod.

"vale nena, finders keepers." but little did the midfielder know just how much trouble those two seemingly harmless words would cause.

"alba juro por dios give it back!" alexia yelled, a slam sounding as the younger girl slammed the bathroom door in her face, alexia gasping and wiggling the handle only to find it was locked, a string of colorful language leaving her mouth as she kicked at the door.

"mami ale said a bad word! and another one! and another one!" you chimed in from the breakfast table, mouth half full of cereal as eli sighed and alexia yelled for you to shut up.

your mami's coffee mug thumping against the wood she pushed her chair back with a scrape, storming off to sort out the fourth argument just of this morning alone.

for the last week and a half the putellas-segura household had turned into a war zone and eli was at her breaking point, both her older girls anything but role models for you as they'd been bickering and arguing daily, and things were starting to get nasty.

just yesterday it had gotten physical and not in the playful way in which you all sometimes rolled around wrestling.

luckily jenni had been there to intervene, rushing in to pull alexia off of alba when the girl accused her of taking her brand new runners, the pair of them exchanging words before they grew tired of that and decided to communicate with their fists instead.

you weren't home for that thankfully, and neither was eli as she'd left not long before it kicked off to pick you up from a play date with a friend from school, jenni chewing both putellas sisters ears off about their behavior as they seethed silently from the opposite ends of the room.

if only looks could kill.

your eyes flew wide in shock at the language which left your mami's mouth as she laid into both of your sisters about their ongoing immaturity, another slam sounding as alexia barricaded herself in her room.

with the look eli shot you as you went to no doubt tell her off as she returned, you fell silent and suddenly your cereal was the most interesting thing in the room.

you knew something was wrong when jenni drove you to school that morning, appearing seemingly out of nowhere as alexia remained locked in her room, eli already having left for work mere minutes ago much as she really wished she could stay to sort this out.

"vamos chiqui, where are your shoes?" the striker asked as you gave her an odd look. "why are you taking me to school? ale takes me on thursdays. is she coming too? did her car break? is she hurt? is she mad at me?" you asked confused as the tall girl hummed, squatting down to slip your feet into your shoes.

"your hermana is just a little...busy, she will still pick you up today fresa, promesa." jenni assure gently, honking your nose and grabbing your backpack where it sat already packed and ready to go on the counter.

"then you come to training and we can hang out all afternoon!" jenni grabbed under your arms, tossing you easily up into the air making you giggle before you were placed safely back on the ground.

"can i go say bye?" you asked hopefully, looking toward your sisters closed bedroom doors as jenni's face softened. "i will tell them you said bye pequeña." jenni knelt down with an apologetic smile, wincing as your face fell.

"mm school starts at nine, sí?" the striker asked as you nodded, foot poking at a rip in the carpet as you looked at the ground, hands hanging limpy by your side and clearly upset.

"if i get you a hot chocolate before school, will you smile for me?" jenni poked your stomach a few times, not missing the grin which curled into your features.

"can i get extra marshmallows?" you asked hopefully, causing the tattooed girl to laugh and grab your hand as she stood again, the pair of you headed for the front door.

"sí chiqui, but only if you promise not to tell your mami!"

"did she answer?" you asked, perking up as your teacher returned but your face fell again as the woman shook her head. "lo siento fresa, and your mami did not answer either." you sighed at that. "she has work, thats why alexia comes." you spoke quietly, feet swinging on the bench as everyone else had gone home already.

"maybe your hermana just forgot or-" "but she never forgets!" your bottom lip started to wobble as your teacher sat down next to you, a sniffle sounding as your shoulders sagged in defeat.

alexia was never late, or if she was she would always call ahead and let the school know.

"está bien fresa, está bien." your teacher rubbed your back as a few tears leaked from your eyes, your shirt used as a makeshift tissue as you scooted a little closer, seeking comfort from the kind woman beside you.

though right as you had calmed down a little and took your teachers hand ready to head over to the office, a figure appeared in the distance, arms waving and flailing about as she sprinted over clearing the distance in next to no time.

"lo siento muchísimo! i could not find my phone today and my football training started late and i could not see the time and-" alexia paused, hands on hips and struggling to catch her breath as ragged gasps sounded between each word.

she stumbled backward as your body crash tackled into her legs, gripping on tightly as your sister caught her footing, sending your teacher an apologetic look who was clearly unimpressed with the whole situation.

"i thought you forgot about me! are you mad? is it because i didn't say bye? jenni told me i couldn't! i'm sorry!" you rambled out, and your sisters heart broke at the old tear tracks down your face and the fresh tears pooling in the corner of your eyes.

"no no no hey fresita i am not mad at you. lo siento amorcita, lo siento mucho!" your sister dropped to her knees and hugged you tightly, your face buried in her shoulder as your fists gripped the material of her hoodie.

though you were getting taller each day and eli discouraged it alexia picked you up and adjusted you on her hip, mumbling repeated apologies to your teacher as the two of them had a brief conversation, your face remaining pressed into alexias shoulder.

feeling her start to walk away you looked up, giving your teacher a small wave as she got smaller and smaller, the woman waving back though still with a frown on her face as alexia hurried off toward the carpark.

an apology ice cream and many many hugs and promises none of this was your fault later and you arrived to training, sadness long melted away as you were due to hit a sugar high and alexia began to wonder if the sweet bribery was a bad idea.

a quick word to the staff and you were given a few little jobs to help out with and keep you preoccupied, your presence forever a distraction as you were much beloved within the team by more than just your sister and her girlfriend.

you were helping out alberto today who was in charge of the equipment, in awe as he took you to the sheds with him, helping him to count everything and grab out lots of cones and balls and little pegs the girls needed to jump over after their warm up.

you thought some of the things they did at training were silly but in your eyes alexia was the best footballer in the world so they must be important.

after you finished helping alberto you joined the girls as they took a break, nearly starting a water fight when patri sprayed you with her bottle and leila gave you hers to tip over patri when she wasn't looking.

"vamos fresita, run!" leila's voice boomed after you with a laugh as you took off with a soaked patri on your heels, but you were a lot faster than you seemed and with the whistles blown for training to resume you hid behind leila's legs with a grin as patri pulled a face at you and walked away.

after your face was once again smothered in sunscreen by your sister much to your ongoing complaints, you were taken to the physio's office.

you were given some cool pictures of football boots to colour in, chattering away to heather about everything you learned at school today as she colored in her own picture, but hers was a strange looking circle with all of the girls names on it.

you offered her to colour in your other football boot since hers seemed boring but with a smile and a ruffle of your hair the girl declined, taking you for a snack break a few minutes later.

getting a phone call the woman stepped out of the locker room, leaving you to look for the snacks you knew eli always packed and hid at the bottom of your sisters bag when you spent the afternoon at training.

they used to be in your backpack but then they'd never make it to training as you'd trade them at lunch with your friends, and then hours later whine to alexia about how hungry you were in hopes she'd buy you a chocolate bar from the vending machine.

though everyone caught on quick to your little plan and now your snacks were wedged beneath your sisters smelly socks causing you to huff as you finally yanked them out.

another two hours and you were back in the change rooms again, alexia was showering as you waited patiently to head home, your backpack tucked away in her cubby and a full bottle of water practically forced down your throat by jenni as you hadn't drank any all afternoon.

teaching leila a new clapping game you learned at school, a few of the other girls watching on in amusement at just how bossy you could be, truly a mini alexia in all of her prime.

"did anything fun happen at school today pequeña?" jenni asked, taking a seat behind you and you shuffled back a little to lean into her, growing bored of yelling at leila who was not good at playing your game.

"we made picture frames, did some math, i moved up a reading level cause alba helped me learn some new words, i got married, ale was late to pick me up-" you listed off, legs sprawled in leilas lap as jennis hand found its way over your mouth.

"married? who did you marry!" you were pulled up to stand on jenni's lap as the girl narrowed her eyes at you. "javi! my friend." you shrugged, wiggling side to side. "fresa do you need to use the bathroom?" marta noticed and asked as you shook your head.

"did you kiss him?" leila asked with a cheeky grin as jenni punched her in the arm with a glare. "no! kissing is gross." you stuck your tongue out as the striker sighed with relief.

"i thought you were gay pequeña." leila teased, whining as again jenni punched her in the arm. "i am! very gay." you chirped, still not understanding what that word actually meant as jenni raised her fist to punch leila again and the girl scurried away right as your sister reurned.

"yuck!" you groaned as her wet towel was dropped on your head, yanking it off and giving her a mean glare as you threw it at her and she effortlessly caught it, dumping it into the laundry bin with a wink.

she was always extra annoying after training, and your mami said it was something about happy chemicals in her brain after running around and getting sweaty, which you didn't understand cause doing that at lunch just made you tired.

"tu hermana got married at school today." jenni smirked as alexia paused, head slowly turning toward you as you sent her a smile. "you are not allowed to get married until you are forty." your sister warned, pinching your cheek and shaking your head side to side

"says who!" you huffed, moving off jenni's lap and standing up on the bench with crossed arms. "says me!" alexia mocked your tone, pulling a face and pushing at your forehead as you stumbled backward, jenni catching and pretending to drop you making you giggle and hit her knee.

"have you seen my keys?" alexia asked her girlfriend who shook her head, slender fingers digging into your sides as she hung you upside down and your squeals filled the change room.

"i had them in here-" alexia muttered to herself, digging through her bag with a confused frown, hitting the strikers leg and nodding for her to put you down.

"did you move my keys when you got your snacks?" alexia asked seriously and you shook your head. "do you know where they are?" she asked as you nodded, but made no move to grab them.

"fresa. we need to leave, where are my keys?" alexia sighed, fixing you with a serious look. "i have them." you announced, still making no move to get them as your sisters patience wavered.

"can i have them?" alexia asked with a raised eyebrow as you nudged your way past her, digging your hand into the side pocket of your backpack and pulling them out, offering them to her.

"where did you even- no, i do not want to know." the brunette decided, grabbing your bag in one hand and slinging her own over her shoulder, a frown creasing into her eyebrows at how much heavier your backack seemed.

"hermana what is in here?" alexia questioned, stopping and putting your bag down intending to open it as you climbed back up onto the bench and wedged yourself into the way.

"mine!" you scowled, smacking away her hand with a loud smack as jenni whistled quietly and stepped away to collect her own things, having heard all about your newfound attitude from alexia and wanting nothing to do with it.

"you don't hit me! vale?" your sister grabbed your wrists and looked down at you sternly as you rolled your eyes and stomped your foot. "now what is in here?" still gripping your wrists alexia lifted you off the bench and down to the floor before unzipping your bag.

"no!" you tried to push her away as she held you off with one hand easily, the other digging through your bag and her frown deepening at all the random objects inside.

"amor! ven aqui." alexia called jenni back over, mumbling for her to hold you as the striker scooped you up, pinning your arms to your side as you wriggled and kicked in her grip.

both hands free now alexia upended your backpack, giving it a shake and watching as an assortment of things came tumbling out, most of which did not belong to you.

"dios mio, that is my missing boot!" jenni realized seeing the bright orange shoe she'd spent the last two days hunting around for, having to borrow a pair instead which had given her all sorts of blisters trying to wear them in.

"-and my socks!" "my keychain!" "my fitness tracker!" "is that my shin pad?" "i've been looking for these!" "these are mine!" "where did you get this?" "fresa!"

jenni had put you down, a small crowd of girls gathering and grabbing out their items from the small pile of your hidden treasure as you tried to sneak off among the chaos, your sister catching your eye.

"come here. now!" the brunette growled as you dragged your feet slowly over, stopping in front of her as she crouched down to be eye to eye with you.

"these are not yours. why did you take them hermana? stealing is very very very wrong, and you are in a lot of trouble." alexia warned firmly as you hung your head and crossed your arms.

"but i found them." "so? they are not yours fresa." "you said finders keepers. i found them, i keep them!" you looked up as you defended yourself, alexia's stern facade faltering for a second as jenni snickered but shut up at the fierce evil eye sent her way.

"i-" alexia started, hand coming to rub at the back of her neck as she tried to think herself a way out of this was you looked on expectantly.

"i should not have said that. when you found the bucket at the beach, we should have left it behind in case someone came back for it, i was wrong." alexia explained, moving to sit on her knees as her large hands rested on your shoulder.

"but you cannot take things that do not belong to you nena, that is called stealing and you can get in big big big trouble. vale?" alexia warned as you sighed but nodded, mumbling an apology and quickly flinging your arms around her neck in a hug.

"no pasa nada, but you will go and say sorry to everyone before we leave. sí?" "sí ale."

it was during a very quiet drive home that alexia began to realise that this little stealing habit of yours might not have been so new, the last week or so of arguments over things her and alba had assumed the other to have taken from the other without permission swirling through her head.

which is how you ended up being marched to your room the moment you stepped back inside, alexia's hand on your back pushing you as your backpack hung off her shoulder and she called out alba's name.

"what else did you find that you kept? go get it, now." alexia warned once you reached your room, alba standing warily in your door not having a clue what was going on and still a little angry with your eldest sister for this morning.

but as you disappeared under your bed, now just barely able to wiggle beneath it as you were growing everyday, and things began to pile up in the middle of the room, your sisters eyes both widened.

eventually it would seem your little haul came to an end as you sat on the floor with a guilty look on your face, not missing the obvious anger and annoyance on their faces as they seemed to have another one of their little silent conversations.

"alexia, do you remember what happens to little thieves en españa?" "Oh, sí! i think i do."

"what happens?" you asked nervously, scooting backward a little as your sisters slowly advanced forward, a new much scarier look on both of their faces now as your heart started to race and your back hit your bed.

"i think they cut off their fingers? one by one." "oh i heard they scoop out their eyes with a spoon." "fresa...are you a thief?" "i think we need to get a spoon hermana, i think eyes first, then we cut off her fingers." "...get her!"

"MAMI!"

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