#tomorrow best football matches

[7yearsofdele]

Nothing in the UCL is grabbing my attention tonight, fear I might be stuck with Burnley vs Luton.

[lovieku]

INTRO ⋆ 정국

you’re jeongguk’s secret santa this year, so you give him the best gift he’ll ever receive.

⋆⁺₊❅. 1/6 from christmas & chill

pairing virgin!jk x fem reader

genre smut, fluff, friends to lovers, first time

warnings painfully oblivious jk, even more painfully oblivious oc, mutual pining unlike anything you’ve seen, jk being a hot nerd ceo who’s loaded rich and unaware of his potential, please imagine him as nam joohyuk in start up, oc just creaming her pants for jk, hand job, lowk strip tease, dry humping, nipple play (m&f), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, jk is so needy and impatient but also very polite, smut is kinda rushed because well… it’s his first time! sawrry! also i open gifts on xmas eve please don’t come for me and my traditions (it’s lich just because i’m impatient)

word count 8.3k

author’s note hello hello hello!!! i’m so nervy to post this because it’s what finally inaugurates c&c!!!! i hope it can be a pleasing (intro)duction to the series hehe… either way you’ll get something totally better from miss lyssa tomorrow so stay tuned Wink 🩷 luv u always

banner by the talented @awrkive ⟡ ݁₊ .

Secret Santas have become the only way you’ve been able to deal with Christmas. When it comes to gift-giving, you’re embarrassed to admit that creativity in that department doesn’t exactly come naturally to you.

You try your best, truly. But you either end up going over budget, striving to please all your loved ones with unnecessarily expensive gifts which will only leave you with empty hands and an empty wallet, or having your brain completely stop working, if not to come up with the most basic and useless options that will get you forced smiles and polite nods in fake recognition.

It’s exhausting, demoralizing, and frankly, a recipe for holiday burnout.

So when two years ago, on the brink of giving up entirely and seriously contemplating hibernating through winter, your dear friend Jimin swooped in and suggested Secret Santa, it completely reshaped your next Christmases.

Exactly a month before Christmas Eve, you reunite over drinks and food at Jeongguk’s house to draw names. His place always ends up as the default spot for dinners, movie nights, or even football matches. Those don’t usually get the attention of everybody, especially of some of the girls, and it wouldn’t get yours either.

But you never skip game night. Correction, you never miss an excuse to be in Jeongguk’s space, even if it means sitting through 90 minutes of men chasing a ball on a screen. After all, you’re never truly paying attention, always stealing glances at the boy who seems almost even more uninterested than you.

It’s about witnessing him in his house— which, truthfully, is more of a mansion. The spacious, cozy interiors mirror a part of him that’s hard to miss: his perfectionist side, the one that likes to keep things understated but can’t help leaving subtle, telling marks of his presence on everything he touches, is woven into every corner.

Over time, you’ve naturally come to associate the place with holidays, laughter, and celebrations that fill you with a sense of belonging. Being here, surrounded by your closest friend, makes you feel profoundly grateful.

And there’s so many traces of you all, too. The faint wine stain on Jeongguk’s carpet that is only still noticeable if you squint, the one that spilled from your glass when Hoseok’s jokes had you laughing too hard; the long, slim scratch on the kitchen door, courtesy of Eunbi, who thought learning how to balance glasses on her forehead would get one of her coworkers to finally fall for her; the wobbly vase on the coffee table that was knocked over during one of Jimin’s overly enthusiastic attempts to kick a water bottle open.

Watching Jeongguk deal with the chaos you all force into his space might be another big reason why you love being here. It seems to squeeze out his most genuine reactions and quirks, and you can’t help biting your lips at those, almost pornographically so.

For someone who works so hard to appear composed, and who’s also extremely shy and reserved, Jeongguk is hilariously transparent when things don’t go his way. Brows furrowed, as if that’s where he keeps all his control. Although, no matter how flustered he gets, Jeongguk almost never gets choleric. His instinct is never to lash out but to scramble, a picture of barely contained stress insisting that everything is fine.

And the more he insists, the more you find yourself wishing it wasn’t fine. Sometimes, you want to see him lose it— especially at you.

You’ve tried, too. You’ve pushed boundaries, done little things to test the limits of his patience, all for the slim possibility of seeing him crack, just for you. But it never works. The best you get is an awkward smile, maybe a quiet laugh. It’s not nothing, but it’s not what you want, either.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt this crazy about someone before. Not in the way where everything he does sends your brain spinning with possibilities. It’s maddening. His obliviousness is maddening.

Chiefly tonight, when you’re trying extra hard to keep it under control, the whole group gathering in a circle around the bowl that holds all your names, each one carefully folded into a little square, waiting to be drawn.

But when your slim fingers brush against one of the many crumpled pieces of paper and decide your fate, you send a small prayer to whoever might be listening. Please, don’t let it be Jeongguk.

It doesn’t really come off as a coherent request, especially considering how much your body has betrayed you tonight. Your thighs have been pressing together most of the evening, a subconscious reaction every time your gaze wandered — lingered — on Jeongguk’s lower half. Those low, slouchy grey sweatpants, hanging effortlessly off his narrow hips, have been the source of many inappropriate thoughts that you wish would make you grow some shame within yourself. Instead, they only make you grow hotter in your seat.

No, you would love to be Jeongguk’s Secret Santa with the blatant, embarrassingly huge crush you have on him. You think you’d be happy about it in any other universe, except this one.

Jeongguk is difficult. And not because he’s ever been argumentative, looking to start quarrels, never willing to agree or see past his nose. He’s far from those. He’s one of the easiest people to be around, rarely judgmental, even when you were drunk off your mind and you jokingly grinded on very-gay Jimin to make up for your lack of sexual activity. On those occasions, you didn't exactly see judgement in his eyes. Just reticence. Maybe. It wasn’t clear.

What is clear is that Jeongguk is incredibly particular. He’s picky about what he likes and even more so about what he doesn’t, though dislike might be too soft a word. When he hates something, it’s impossible not to know. He doesn’t even try to mask his disappointment.

It’s not malicious, of course. He’s not the type to be spiteful. It’s just how he is, an open book, his expressions giving him away without fail.

It’s one of the many reasons you love watching him, other than hoping your eyes would telepathically convey your undying desire to fuck him and cuddle him close to your chest afterwards. But most of the time, studying the shifts in his features is a way for you to decipher what he’s thinking.

And that’s why this moment feels so high-stakes. The last thing you want is to be on the receiving end of one of Jeongguk’s polite smiles or barely-there nods of acknowledgment, the kind he gives when he’s unimpressed. It would crush you, the ultimate failure in your short-lived career as a gift-giver.

It’s not just that he’s hard to please. Jeongguk is also the last person who seems to need anything. He’s loaded, his success as a game developer has afforded him a life where anything he wants is within reach. And yet, despite his wealth, there’s no arrogance about him. If you didn’t know him so well, you might think he was just another college student scraping by.

Who else but Jeon Jeongguk could walk around in a hoodie and square glasses, looking like he just rolled out of bed, while being the CEO of his own company?

But, of course, none of this is important. Because as you unfold the piece of paper in your hand, it’s there. Jeongguk.

You don’t think you enjoy Secret Santa as much anymore.

With the bowl continuing its journey around the circle, you spend the rest of the game staring holes into the back of Jeongguk’s head, desperately trying to figure out what in the world you could possibly get him. Your monthly budget feels laughable in comparison to his lifestyle, but you’re already prepared to go way over it if that’s what it takes to impress him.

You wonder if he’s as insecure as you are when he quietly unfolds the small, paper square he picked up and scans the name. His bug eyed expression doesn’t hide an evident surprise, the twitch of his eyebrows managing to conceal a possible disappointment.

For someone who’s usually so easy to read, Jeongguk seems uncharacteristically guarded in this moment, and it drives you crazy. You squint at him, frowning as you try to decipher any small detail on his face. Is he annoyed? Or worse, completely indifferent?

Either way, it doesn’t look like a positive reaction. If it ends up being you, you’ll rethink back to this moment and cry yourself to sleep.

With the first step out of the way, the night goes on following its usual rhythm. Only by the end of it, Jeongguk’s space starting to empty, you quietly help him put some order to the mess left behind by a too drunk Hoseok paired with his too drunk best friend Taehyung.

You keep yourself busy with storing some leftover food, managing to keep your tone unbothered when you ask, “Hey, Gguk. Wanna help me with the party planning this year?”

Always obliging to your every request, he only stutters slightly in his movements, the glasses he was cleaning clinking together. He clears his throat, “S—sure. I’ll help you, goldie.” The stammer doesn’t seem to be caused by any kind of hesitation, just an usual consequence to his nature. Reserved, quiet.

You nod, gulping way too loudly at the special nickname he has for you, and both of you keep your focus on your doings instead of witnessing the faint blush dusting your cheeks, “Cool. I’ll text you the details tomorrow.”

Details texted, your efforts to divert the conversation into something remotely playful failed miserably. Jeongguk is painfully formal, methodical as ever, hyper-focused on the party. When you sent him a TikTok you deemed adorable enough to nudge him toward a different matter, maybe hint at the dog being the cutest thing he’s ever seen and that you two should definitely adopt three of them and move in together, he still doesn’t get it.

gguk🤍: Oh… I asked my brother to keep Bam for Christmas Eve. I thought he would be too much of a hassle, especially with Iseul not being fond of dogs.

You had stared at the ceiling for a long moment after reading that text. Jeongguk is endearingly dense, and you don’t mind it most of the time. But it’s starting to cause quiet bursts of frustration when it comes to whatever undefined thing you two have, and what is clearly simmering for the eyes of everybody to see, except his.

You’d thought giving him his first handjob when he quietly confessed he’s never been touched, his voice a tremble in the calm aftermath of a chaotic group sleepover, would be enough to make him see. His quiet whimpers were hypnotizing calls that only you were meant to hear, and your fist pumping his girthy length with intent was speaking all you were afraid to voice.

Jeongguk came hard and unannounced all over your hand, pleasured sounds muffled in the side of your neck, and you’d assured him it was okay; he did good; that you would get something to clean him up. You didn’t sleep that night, and he didn’t either, spending the rest of it next to each other on his couch talking pointless conversation.

If that hadn’t opened his eyes, you were beginning to wonder what would.

“So… Do you have any idea what to gift your person?”

Jeongguk stirs his latte for the fourth time. You’d decided to meet at a café halfway between your cramped flat and his mansion, because it was the easiest way you managed to make your busy schedules merge.

“No, Gguk,” you acknowledge his question without meeting his eyes, focusing on the grocery list on your laptop instead.

What would? You’re starting to think subtlety isn’t cutting it. Maybe it never has. Perhaps the only way to break through that frustratingly thick skull of his is to go full throttle, strip naked right here in the middle of this café and spell it out for him.

Your eye involuntary twitches at the thought in relation to his question. Crazy Christmas gift, you reason as you stare maniacally at your bright screen. Yeah. Totally crazy.

Shaking your head, you can’t resist glancing up at him. The idea doesn’t seem so irrational anymore, not when your insides twist at the sight of his absorbed expression, his brows furrowed as he scribbles out unheard-of maths on a piece of paper to figure out group expenses.

With your chin resting in the palm of your hand, you abandon your pretense of being productive and let yourself watch him work. A teasing lilt slips into your voice as you prod him in your usual way, “Why should I believe you already don’t know who it is?”

He blinks up at you, promptly, like he always does when you speak to him, and he stumbles, “Huh— I don’t—”

“You so do. You probably already guessed it all with your nerdy brain.”

Despite looking mildly offended, his ears turn red anyway, “Nerdy brain—”

“Glasses look cute on you,” that shuts him up; his mouth, his brain. Completely unable to cater to any of their functions.

You smirk at the way he diverts his gaze, pointer finger unconsciously fixing the specs on the bridge of his nose, and you wonder how much longer it’ll take for him to notice that you don’t just go around calling everyone’s glasses cute.

Sighing, you continue, “Anyways. It’s not you.”

“W—what? Is it really not?” When he looks up at you with even wider eyes, you feel bad for lying to him but you still shake your head. He mutters, “Shoot. I was so sure I had it.”

A playful scoff escapes you, “See! You did sit in your nerdy room and tried to guess!”

“Stop calling me a nerd,” it’s a request grumbled in the most adorable way you’ve heard, and there’s no real heat behind it. Especially when he goes back to be exactly what he doesn’t want you to refer to him as, “Well, if it’s not me, it must be Taehyung.”

You pretend to busy yourself with your touchpad as you ponder on his eagerness. Then, you voice the result, “What’s the fun in knowing right now?”

Jeongguk hesitates for a moment too long before admitting, “I don’t know. I guess it makes me less anxious.”

It’s a raw kind of honesty, much like what he was painted all over with when he came from your touch, and it has you shifting your gaze back on him, now absorbed in doodling stylized portraits of Bam right next to numbers and additions.

You don’t know if it’s the hot chocolate still simmering in your tummy, the warmth from the coat laying on your legs, the café’s natural heat or Jeongguk’s proximity, but you buzz with something homely.

Ariana Grande’s version of Last Christmas replays for the third time in a row, and at this point you’re starting to believe it’s a conscious choice, but you don’t mind it.

Jeongguk belongs to the world the soft melody is building, hugged by a woolen white sweater, the wide glass window behind him giving the perfect view to a classic winter scenery, snow softly resting on any surface it finds and unconsciously bringing magic to dullness. Or maybe it’s just him adding that last bit.

You smile at his small confession, reassuring with your tone, almost drowning in the lively chatter of the place surrounding you, “You don’t have to be.”

Jeongguk only nods, tapping the pencil on his temple as he studies what he has so far with sudden doubt. He looks at your laptop, scanning the long forgotten visual board on your Pinterest, then back to his calculations.

Giving one more glance at the screen, he concludes, “By the way, I really don’t think that color would look good in my living room.”

Ugh.

You think you want to strangle him when he deflects so easily from these moments. And mostly, the burgundy he’s so easily refusing happens to be one of your favorite shades. Do your tastes ever match?

God, as much as you want him, you hope he’s not your Secret Santa.

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Jeongguk is your Secret Santa.

And on Christmas Eve, he’s pacing the length of his living room back and forth, his socks brushing against the polished wooden floor with each step. You’re supposed to arrive any minute now to help him with the final touches before the others come for dinner, and the idea of having you here alone is enough to make his hands clammy and his thoughts stumble.

The neatly wrapped gift with its shiny red paper sits tucked under the towering Christmas tree, the one adorned in messy decor that his friends jumbled up together. The item hidden inside the bag doesn’t share his anxieties, though he suspects his downstairs neighbour might have caught on to it with the incessant pacing.

When you ring the doorbell he’s jolted out of it and, practically tripping over his own feet, he rushes to the door and yanks it open. He would have let you in just as rapidly if his brain didn’t stop short at seeing you standing there.

You’re cladded in a soft sweater that looks two sizes larger, its beige tones complimenting the warm brown of his own jumper, and your short skirt peeks out beneath its hem, edged with lace ruffles. At your feet, a pair of chestnut Uggs that he can only hope are enough to make up for the cold shivers on your bare legs. Not that he’s staring, so intently he has to gulp down an impulsive thought. No, he’s just a naturally observing guy.

And that brings him to notice that your hands are empty, save for a small purse and a bottle of wine. No bag, no box, no sign of a gift.

When his gaze flickers back to your face, your eyes are wide and darting nervously between his own, narrowed by the frown that he can’t quite hide but bug sized the moment he catches a trace of insecurity in your shaky voice, “Hi.”

It could be the cold causing the brief greeting to tremble, small snowflakes laying on your neatly styled hair, shimmering for a brief moment before melting away. It pulls him out from his unabashed study of you, and he steps aside to let you into his much warmer space.

Your vanilla scent inebriating his senses has him forgetting all about your seemingly non existent gift, and how he suddenly finds himself wishing he truly did get something messed up in his calculations, that you’re not his Secret Santa.

But you are.

Many drinks later, filling up everyone’s stomachs along with shared food and belly laughter, it’s time to exchange gifts and the expression on your face is unlikely anything he’s caught on so far.

A huge contrast to the mellow Christmas tunes indistinctly playing in the background, your eyes are impassive as you word your excuses, “I’m sorry, Gguk. I forgot your gift at home.”

“Oh. It’s okay,” he says quickly, the words spilling out with genuine ease. And it really is okay. He’s not upset— far from it. The thought of you giving him anything at all, even belatedly, is enough to make him feel content.

But now, as the group’s attention turns toward him, his heart races for an entirely different reason. His gift for you, a lavish, over-the-top gesture that far exceeds the modest budget they all agreed on, sits waiting on his lap.

When it finds a new home atop your own crossed legs, you’re eager as you rip the paper, but your eyes don’t follow your movements. Instead, you focus on the nervous boy sitting across from you, your very own Secret Santa who’s monitoring your hands for you while subtly rocking from one side to the other.

His anxiety is endearingly soft, but you can see something more to it, almost an irrational fear of tripping on the wrong step, messing up something that’s supposed to be simple.

You hear it before you see it. The whole room inhales sharply in a collective surprise, with some gasps muffled behind hands pressed to mouths. You scramble for an explanation in their expressions, jumping from one face to the other, stopping on Jeongguk’s own, gaze glued to his fidgeting fingers, head bowed down to his lap.

When you slowly look down at what’s resting on yours, you almost wheeze. If they could, your eyes would leap out of their sockets.

Your palm instinctively presses on your lips as you look between the gift and the gifter in a frantic attempt to catch any sign that this is not what it is. With the music being the only sound eerily filling the sudden silence, you add to it, even if barely, with your voice a whisper, “What is this?”

Jeongguk gulps and finally meets you, “It’s m—my gift for you.”

It’s not like you even opened it yet. But the simple sight of the box had you grasping for support. On the pale, textured surface of the square box, the unmistakable gold lettering is what’s making your orbs shake in confusion: Dior.

You trace the sign with your pointed finger, tilting your head up to look at Jeongguk through your lashes, and you don’t know how else to put it, “Ggukkie… Were you there when we set the budget?”

Jimin butts in with a scoff, “Yeah, that’s like fifteen thousand won multiplied by another fifty thousand.”

Jeongguk doesn’t know what he should say. He’s scared of the deafening silence that follows, the way Jimin’s comment seems to linger in the air, the way you seem to struggle with finding something to say in response.

He begins, tries to, “I—”

“Fuck, Gguk,” the simple sound of your words has his mind spiralling, palms clammy with doubts that question his every choice leading up to this moment, feeling foolish for even thinking this could be right, a shot worth trying. What if you think he’s showing off? Or worse, overcompensating?

But what he fails to notice is the toothy grin that follows your shameless surprise, your fingers gingerly lifting the lid of the box, and really, if only he had the courage to look up at you he’d have avoided the worries.

He misses your reaction at the reveal: the prettiest earrings sit on a soft cushion, gleaming gold with delicate CD initials and cream pearls dangling gracefully beneath them.

“These are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I love them. You didn’t have to.”

Jeongguk’s head snaps up. He meets your face painted with the most beautiful grin he’s ever seen you wear, your cheeks burning with red and your nose scrunching as you carefully slip the earrings to take a better look at them. With you, everybody else around him seems in awe, too. Their soft, endeared whispers begin to fill the earlier suffocating silence, melting into a sweetness reserved entirely for Jeongguk.

He exhales quietly, the welcomed warmth in his chest replacing the cold. He admits, no stutter, no fear, just a sheepish smile, “I wanted to.”

Jeongguk really did want to. It felt like his one shot. A desperate, last-ditch attempt at making you see him the way he’s always seen you; a declaration wrapped in gold and pearls.

He wants you to see him as more than the shy, awkward boy who stumbles over his words and blushes too easily. More than the nerd who spends too much time working on equations and codes half the world doesn’t know about. More, just to have you look at him a bit closer.

He wants to be a man, one who badly wants you, in your eyes.

They’re gleaming with adorable excitement as they flicker back to his, sheepishly accompanying your quiet request, “Can you… put them on for me?”

Jeongguk is at your side in no time, handling the earrings with care while trying to keep his usual clumsiness at bay as he fastens the dainty jewels in place. He begins to understand why it’s hard to see him as anything else but gawky when he feels his heartbeat speed up from the simple way his skin is brushing against yours.

Namjoon’s voice cuts through the spell, playful, “Oh, what a pretty princess. Jeongguk truly has an eye for this stuff.”

With the group following with chuckles and mindless banter, Jeongguk feels uncharacteristically bold, gaze fixated entirely on you as he lets himself spill something meant for you only to hear, “I think it’s just you. You’re beautiful.”

You’re clearly caught off guard, and it stings a little when he realizes the only reason he doesn’t get to see you this flustered often is because he’s usually busy being the flustered one. Blinking up at him through your lashes, your laugh comes out a little breathless, and the sweet way you let your cheek rest on your shoulder has him daring to hope.

“Nerd.”

But no. There it is again.

That’s all he’ll ever be in your eyes.

He forces a smile that barely reaches his eyes, but you’re too engrossed with having your pearls admired by the rest of the group to notice. Those weren’t a waste; he would do it all the same. You deserve everything that makes your eyes shine, that brings the corners of your lips into that grin that shakes him, that can ever bring you joy. He just wishes it could bring you more than that; bring you to a bigger sentiment, a bigger realization.

Perhaps that’s why he can’t shake off the awful mood that pervades his senses throughout the rest of the night, the earrings hanging from your ears catching the twinkly, warm lights and mocking him with delighted amusement. There’s nothing else you can do, you nerdy boy.

Perhaps that’s also why, when the house starts to empty and you’re in his kitchen making yourself helpful with dishes, he slips on composure when you accidentally let a glass slide from your dainty hands.

It breaks the moment it meets the ground, and the sound penetrates his ears, both of you jumping at the impact. He hisses, “What— what the heck, ___!”

You’re startled, blinking up at him. It’s not the chaos from the glass, not its tiny pieces covering the floor and reaching your feet. It’s the deliberate frustration of his tone, one he’s never let free, especially with you.

You pant for apologies, but they can’t seem to be let out. Wide eyes jumping between his own bug ones, your brows draw up in shame. It has never been this easy to get him bothered. Hell, you’ve even struggled to.

Jeongguk only sighs, dragging a hand across his nape, and he regrets the quiet sharpness in his voice the second he lets it out, “God. Be more careful next time.”

He’s still quicker than you on his feet, moving to sweep the mess you’ve created before you can even react. You seem to move in slow, infinite motions, kneeling down to pick up the bigger pieces, all while keeping an unusual silence.

He steals a glance up at you, biting his lower pierced lip in sudden guilt, “Are you okay?”

Your hands pause, clutching a fragment of glass as your eyes flicker up to meet his. You nod, distant, and it does nothing to convince him.

He doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to your hesitant confirmation, rather he’s hyper-focused on your fingers, and before you realize the shift in his expression, he alarmedly blurts out, “Goldie. You’re bleeding.”

The sting barely registers for you until his words bring it to your attention. Looking down, you see a sharp, red line running across your finger, small but enough to make Jeongguk spring into action.

You’re lifted off the floor and ushered to the bathroom in fractions of seconds, letting yourself be handled like you don’t own your body. The only thing you want to be aware of is the switch in his behaviour. He’s back to normal once he’s in his quiet bubble of concentration, movements precise as he cleans the barely visible wound and carefully places a band aid over it.

All while he can’t stop apologizing, “I’m sorry for yelling at you. That was not your fault. But, this. This is my fa—”

“Jeongguk, it’s just a scratch.”

The way he meets your eyes with his face drawn tight and brows furrowed makes you rethink your statement. Maybe it’s more than a scratch. Maybe it’s the only thing that snapped him out of his frustrated daze.

“It doesn’t matter. You didn’t deserve that.”

Your first instinct is to giggle; it’s a resonance of the butterflies childishly swarming in your belly from the proximity and his careful words. Both your gazes soften as you accept each other, even the faulted versions of tonight, and a timid smile stretches over his lips.

You hesitate before speaking again, your mouth opening only to close, reconsidering your words; but then you finally let out what you had foolishly planned as your next desperate attempt to cling to him.

“Can you… My car is… Can you take me home?”

What you’re now sure you like the most about Jeongguk is how he caters to your needs before you even have to voice them. The soft kindness in his eyes, the way his body instinctively shifts to act before his mind even fully processes the request. He’s already nodding, ready to make it happen for you.

“Yeah. Of course.”

The heat in his car fans over your cheeks, dusting them with a soft red that has his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he turns to steal glances at you at stoplights. You keep talking, filling the air with contentment about the night’s events, and it’s like that subtle slip of his never happened.

It’s almost too easy to surrender and pretend that everything is fine, that he doesn’t feel the ache of wanting more. If staying a nerd in your eyes means getting to be this close, to hear your laughter, to see the slight curve of your lips as you speak, then maybe it’s enough.

His subtle gestures — adjusting the temperature so you’re comfortable, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter when your giggles spill into the cabin — don’t go unnoticed. They settle into you and have your heart beating anticipatedly.

God, you won’t regret what you’re about to do.

By the time he pulls up in front of your place, you promptly turn to him before he can offer anything else, voice a bit too eager, “Would you like to come inside?”

“Huh—”

“I’ll show you my gift.”

Jeongguk sits on your couch, because you tell him to wait there. And of course, he’s a great listener. Very obedient, willing to follow your every order.

His fingertips drum restlessly on his thighs and he can only busy himself with his surroundings, every detail speaking for you. What’s definitely more prominent is the intoxicating scent of vanilla that clings in the air, of which he hopes his lungs inhale the entirety of, never getting enough of everything that is you.

When you come into his vision again, walking down the stairs in quiet steps, you’re tightly hugged in a trench coat, the textured belt cinched snugly around you and accentuating the small of your waist. Under it, your legs are bare. It has his mouth drying and his legs spreading stiffly on the couch.

He thought he got better at hiding his concerning infatuation. He hopes he did.

That’s why he initially manages to chuckle and attempt a joke, “Are you going somew—”

“Ta-da.”

Jeongguk doesn’t think he’s breathing. He doesn’t think he can even breathe anymore. His blinking fastens, brain stumbling over itself as it tries to make sense of what he’s sitting in front of.

You’ve loosened the coat just enough for the fabric to fall and reveal what you’ve carefully wrapped for him. You’re a gift coming in a red lingerie set clinging to your perfect curves, your boobs deliciously spilling out from the sides of your lace top and the line of your panties thin enough to leave little to the imagination.

He pants, scanning over your body once, twice, three times, questioning if the wine was perhaps laced with stronger substances, “What— What is this—”

“It’s my gift for you. Merry Christmas, Gguk.”

Meeting your face again, he nearly groans. You’re almost bare before him, yet you still sport a crimson blush and your teeth graze your bottom lip in a sheepish smile, in a way that is so achingly you. He can feel himself throbbing painfully in his pants. Thinks he could cum just from this view, tip over the edge without a single touch, no matter how bad he needs it.

“Fuck.”

You’ve barely ever heard Jeongguk curse throughout the time you’ve known him for. He only sometimes reserves that for his monitor, Overwatch games causing his composure to slip in adorable loud whispers.

But it’s like you’ve broken his dam, and he only lets more slip as you walk slowly but certainly closer to him, coat discarded on the floor, “Oh my, fuck. Holy shit. Thank you. Thank you. I— I don’t know what to do.”

It’s a quiet plea, the one that’s hidden in his strained words but clear in his full eyes glazed over with anticipation, his hands hovering uncertainly over his thighs, chest still heaving and struggling with manual breathing. He’s begging to feel deserving of this, to have you prove to him that it’s what you truly want for the both of you, to have you touching him and to be touching you.

He can’t help the moan that escapes him when you position yourself in between his spread legs, bodies close yet not touching, but he’s dying to feel you.

Now your turn to bend at his every request, your head tilts and your smile widens the more he’s forced to crane his neck up to keep your gazes connected, pending off your every syllable, “You don’t have to do anything. Will you let me take care of you?

“Yes, please,” the confirmation is immediate and empty of hesitance. Under you, Jeongguk nods promptly with his lips agape, watering with want when you straddle his lap to sit yourself on him.

He wails, throwing his head back and searching for all the strength it takes from holding back his instinct to snap up against your core, snuggled atop his raging hardness. At his shameless desperation, your giggles fill his ears, and when they’re followed by your cold hand on his cheek redirecting his gaze on yours, he feels feverish.

Delirious, eyes barely keeping from rolling back, his brain reduced to senseless blabbering, “My God. Thank you for this.”

With his brows adorably drawn up, he focuses on your dilated pupils now that your faces are mere centimetres apart, and you close the distance with small pecks that trace his jaw, up to his ear lobe, whispering against the skin, “Are you seriously thanking God while I’m about to take your virginity?

Jeongguk hisses in a frenzied surge, his hands still unsurely keeping from touching you, and your sarcastic pun has him full on rambling, “Shit, sorry. I don’t even believe in God. This just feels too good to be true. You look like a fucking angel.”

“Ggukkie, language!” Your seductive tone along with your chuckle reverberates right against his chest, your hands moving to lead your own palms up and down his broad front, and when you subtly roll your hips against his clothed length, he breaks into a cry.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’ll come so soon,” you don’t know if it’s the adrenaline of the moment, but you’ve never witnessed such a bold Jeongguk. It only spurs you further, your hand traveling down, and down, until it sneaks under his sweater.

When you find his nipple, you playfully roll it between your pointer and thumb, his trembling body bucking up in an unstoppable urge, quiet whimpers working to keep his tone down. But you want to hear him scream under you, just as loud as you can feel his heart beating.

You bite your lip as your eyes drift downward, watching where your bodies meet in slow, teasing drags. His wide palms press into the cushions on either side of you, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip, and when you lift your gaze to meet his face again the delicious buzz pooling low in your stomach intensifies, your lips parting instinctively. A pretty blush creeps up his neck, painting his sharp jaw and cheekbones in shades of red, and his eyes, clouded, desperate, and burning with unfiltered need, lock onto you with a gaze that makes your knees weak even as you straddle him.

The simple grinding through the layers of clothing you still have on has you releasing whiny gasps in the air, his cock sliding torturously between your folds, and if you’re so affected by every shift you can hardly fathom what he must be feeling under you.

So you wonder out loud, voice rough the more you feel his stiff nipple under your fingertips, “How long since you’ve been touched properly, hm?”

His body hiccups, shaking with the barely contained lust, “Since— Since you last did, goldie.”

You coo, slowing down your movements and bringing your fingers to the hem of his jumper only to lift it and toss it behind you carelessly, “You’re so sensitive, aren't you?” At the view of his exposed chest, you can’t help roaming the expanse of it and feeling the tensing muscles under your skin, and by now you’re sure your panties must be ruined.

“Puh— please,” the plea is barely coherent, whispered out messily through high-pitched moans, but he begs again, “I wanna touch you too.”

“Then…” You let your hands speak for you, moving them to lead his own big ones to rest at your thighs, letting them drag up the curve of your ass. You’re impossibly close to his lips now, fanning against them, “Feel me, Gguk.”

Unable to resist, you fall forward and catch his mouth with yours in a kiss that struggles to find a rhythm, that has your tongues tangled in an uncoordinated dance, but that inevitably has you both humming loudly in an effort to almost devour each other, and his hands digging in your bare skin only force a gasp out of you.

In an impatient rush, you urge him to unclasp your bra, his unpractised and shaky fingers being joined by your experienced ones to finally free you from the tight confines, and as much as he wants to make kissing you a sport just to win every gold medal and break record after record, he can’t help separating from your lips with a wet sound to look down at your exposed breasts.

Jeongguk groans, and this time he doesn’t need you guiding him. It’s his own palms moving to cup you, and the innocent, light feather touch causes you to throw your head back and resume your slow grinding on top of him.

Both of you are panting messes, his moans significantly louder the more he gets to knead at your softness only to slice his thumb over your hardened nipples, the contrast making his brows furrow in hazed need, and when you arch your back into him he squeezes your tit to his mouth, eliciting a surprised wail from you.

Even when he gets closer, your sensitive nub engulfed by his swollen lips, he keeps looking up at you for approval with wide, teary eyes that beg for you to praise him. And with a hand gripping his wavy locks, you nod repeatedly for him to keep going, “Fuck, baby. Just like that, oh my God.”

He hums lowly with his mouth stuffed, his fingers digging in your flesh the more you drag your cunt mercilessly over the outline of his thickness, and he has to release you with a pop and rest his head on the couch behind him, palms keeping you somewhat still by the waist, panting out a desperate request when he feels himself throb dangerously close to his high, “G—Goldie, I can’t. Don’t— Don’t wanna cum like this.”

You lift your hips just enough for the both of you to whimper at the loss of friction, and you murmur through a string of kisses along his exposed neck, “How do you want to cum then, huh?”

He only whines, cheeks flushed with want and eyes glossy, forehead creasing with the way his brows are stressing, “Please.”

You show no mercy, flashing him with a wicked smirk and a teasing tilt of your head, “Ah-ah. Say it.”

Gulping with effort, his waist twitches up unconsciously to seek for your touch once again, and with his face turned to the side he admits in the smallest voice, “‘Nside of you.”

“Good boy. Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He voices a loud cry just from the sound of your promise, only echoing more intensely when you hastily work at his zipper. It’s messy, uncertain, and it elicits breathy giggles from the two of you, drunk on adoration and high on desire.

Eventually, he’s stripped free from his confines, and his cock stands proud and hard, veins pumping the blood that has it throbbing against his toned stomach.

Jeongguk can feel your hooded eyes on him, can sense his tip wettening with the simple way you seem starved and eager to taste him, your hand coming too close to where he needs you the most before he gently grabs your wrist to stop it.

Automatically, your head snaps up, and the look on his face is one of nervous desperation, “Wan’ you to kiss me, please.”

You’re ready to comply to his every demand, and this one is as easy as it gets. You want to give him everything— whatever he wants, however he wants it.

Your lips mold with his in worldless acceptance, absorbing all you were afraid to voice to each other, making up for all the time you wasted, devoting to a sealed promise, the one that dances between your connected tongues, saliva making it wet and breathless.

Even more when your slim fingers trail down his torso before wrapping around his length, your wrist expertly flicking in a teasing touch, and his moan is unrestrained as it tears through the kiss. You swallow the sound greedily, steadying you against his chest rising and falling in frantic pants.

Before he can protest, his own hips bucking up in a silent beg for more, you steal the air from his lungs when you move your panties to the side and align your entrance with his tip, just to sink down on it.

The drag is slow and it has both of your eyes rolling back, pleased groans filling the air and straining against your throat when you fully sit yourself wrapped around his dick. You search for him, “You okay?”

“Shit,” Jeongguk seems hypnotised by the view of his thickness wrecking you in half, and his palms come to rest at your waist where his fingers dig into the skin. Your own playing with the hair on his nape only seem to make him more vulnerable, “This is perfect. You feel so good and warm, fuck.”

You’re not used to hearing him curse so openly and so often, and it naturally makes you giggle, the sound tickling his ears and leading his dilated pupils to look up at you through his lashes. Your sweet laughter fades into a lasting smile, one he can’t help but kiss, even if it’s all teeth, the contagious sight of your happiness getting to him too.

The moment is sickeningly sweet, bodies connected in more ways than one. With your kiss only deepening and your chest melting against his, you pull him impossibly closer by the back of his neck and start attempting slow motions on top of him.

You hear him through his thundering heartbeat, “Goldie… I— I don’t think I can last any longer, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Oh, shit, baby,” one particular shift has his length, deeply stuffed in your tight walls, finding your spot and teasing it with an electric buzz that travels through your body, “It’s okay. I’m so close too.”

The moment you try a firmier bounce and feel him find you again, you can’t help the way your movements fasten, your moans thick and low against your throat, his own louder and ricocheting through the walls.

You steady yourself with one of you palms on his thigh, leaning your weight back and finding a new angle to fuck yourself on him. He watches in awe as you work your fingers on your clit, rapid circling movements causing his mouth to hang open at the squelching sounds.

He pants, his wide hands guiding your riding, pushing you up and down, “Can— Can I touch you?”

You hum, but it sounds more like a whine, “Hm, of course, pretty boy,” the hand that was stimulating your sensitive nub now comes behind you to help support yourself on both of his muscular thighs, flexing under every shift.

Jeongguk is unpracticed as he leads his thumb to rest at your clit, applying a soft pressure and mimicking the same pattern he observed from you. He only seems to be focusing on his doing for the first few moments before he searches up for the reaction on your face, and he whimpers when he finds your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your brows drawn up in pleasure.

You smile at the unconscious twitch of his chin, and give him just what you know he wants, “Always seeking my approval. You’re so good.”

The simple praise only has him working on you with more confidence, collecting some of your wetness and sliding it up along your lips. He learns fast, listening to your every sound and centering on your pleasure, as best as he can with his own knot getting closer to bursting.

You’re clearly affected by the simulations, your hips stuttering and riding around him, but you still make sure to concentrate on him first, “I’ll tell you when to cum, hm? You’ll listen to me, right?”

Jeongguk nods before he even knows what he’s agreeing to, “Y—yes. Yes, yes, fuck. I’ll be good. Wanna be so, so good for you. Wanna c—cum for you.”

“You’re so filthy, baby. Naughty boy. Fuck me.”

His hips meet you up with harsh thrusts that have you lose your balance on him, and you can only throw yourself with your arms around his broad shoulders, face hidden in the crook of his neck as he lets his desire take over, fucking up into you with a desperate need for release.

You think you see stars with the way he relentlessly pounds your hole, wet folds sliding along his length and causing a mess between you, his own slickness mixed with yours trailing down and pooling at the base. The sounds are inglorious, and they merge perfectly with your wails.

Breathing in his scent, you know he’s close from the way his thrusts are stammering sloppily, and his moans are closer to strained whines. You concede, “F—Fucking cum, Gguk. Cum inside me, fuck.”

He nods, slamming you down to meet his movements, desperate to feel you before he can stop himself, “Cum with me, pleas— Oh.”

When your walls spasm around him with your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, causing you to shake in his embrace around you, he feels himself cum unannounced, hard and thick, sprouts of white liquid relentlessly pumping inside your warmth.

You milk him dry, both your wails drained with the effort and fading into breathless gasps, his arms around you falling limply at his sides. You’re sprawled on his chest, emptied from any energy, and he is just as spent with his head lolling against the back of the couch.

But you feel it in your heartbeats syncing, the realization of what happened, what finally happened. You feel it in his face moving down to find your lips and catch them in a sweet peck, his fingers trailing up again to trace lazy patterns on your back before tangling in your hair, grounding himself in you.

It’s your own smiles breaking through the kiss, lashes tickling, and both of you laugh senselessly as you come down from the moment.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathes out, voice raspy, “This was the best Christmas gift ever.”

You snicker, biting your lip to hold back your amusement, “Oh, baby. It was just an excuse to fuck you. I actually did forget your gift at home.”

“W—What?” His brows shoot up, his post-orgasm haze momentarily replaced with incredulity as his cheeks redden even more.

When Jeongguk straightens on the couch, so do you, steadying your weak frame with your hands splayed against his chest. Sheepishly, you confess, “Yeah. Bought you that Mario game yo—“

“Princess Peach: Showtime?”

“Yea—”

Jeongguk gasps dramatically, his excitement so pure it’s almost jarring considering what just transpired, and that he’s no longer a virgin, “God, I fucking love— that game. That is the best Christmas gift ever.”

You can’t hold back your laughter this time, shaking your head at how easily he slips back into his usual self, the one that had you buying a Victoria’s Secret set in that shade of burgundy he said he didn’t like just to attempt a crazy chance at having him.

Leaning forward, you press a lingering kiss to his lips that brings you back to the realization that you finally did get to have him, before murmuring against them, “Well, that and a second round. What do you say?”

“Please.”

[wileys-russo]

Not sure if you’re taking requests but I’m a sad and anxious American who could use a bit of happiness rn. Thank you in advance but also no worries if this doesn’t spark anything.

Just a little fluffy something with Leah or Alessia at home, “there’s no way these are vegan” after surprising them with homemade brownies

special brownies II l.williamson, a.russo

"less you can't eat brownies, we have a match tomorrow." leah reminded sternly as you carded your fingers through the moody strikers hair, her head resting in your lap as she groaned loudly at your other girlfriends words.

"yeah leah a match i have to play on my period! at least let me eat some sort of warm chocolate if i can't curl into a ball and die." alessia mumbled miserably, rolling over and pushing her face into your hoodie covered stomach.

"don't!" you mouthed at the older girl who scoffed and was clearly ready to say something that absolutely would not help the situation. "i'll make you brownies for after the game tomorrow baby, i promise." you assured alessia, rubbing her back gently as she huffed, clearly not happy but somewhat accepting of the offer.

"with ice cream?" "with ice cream." "that vanilla bean ice cream in the blue container?" "yes lessi, i will make sure to buy that exact ice cream just for you."

"you're going to bake brownies from scratch?" leah snickered, lifting your shared girlfriends legs and settling herself onto the sofa, alessia digging her heels into leahs thigh mumbling about a foot massage, making the defender roll her eyes but oblige none the less.

"yes i am. are you going to try and tell me i can't? little miss 'childrens menu'." you narrowed your eyes skeptically, feeling alessia chuckle lightly before leah squeezed her foot too hard and her head popped up to shoot her a glare.

"well babe i think we all remember the last time you tried to bake. i, at least, can admit that i am not a good cook. which is why i'm dating one and a half of them!" leah grinned, quickly assuring the grumpy striker that she was the one and you were the half.

"half!" you protested, a little pinch to your thigh meaning you resumed scratching alessia's back where you'd paused momentarily, glaring daggers at the other girl a few cushions down.

"you do your best baby, and your best is good. but maybe you could just buy some brownies? that little cafe leah loves does them with the chocolate chips, we can grab a coffee and then heat them up later after the game." alessia mumbled into your chest, patting your thigh in an attempt to show support.

"do you both really think i'm that incapable of making brownies?" you asked in disbelief, the silence in response practically deafening. "wow! well the truth comes out." you scoffed in offense, both blondes heads snapping toward you as you attempted to wiggle out from alessias grip.

"no come on love don't be like that! baking just isn't for everyone. same as football isn't for everyone or maths isn't for everyone, its fine!" alessia held on tightly, tugging you back down and shuffling her body to lay on you more as you crossed your arms.

"everyone has their own special skill set baby girl, yours just doesn't include baking. more like...burning? hey i bet if we were ever stranded on a desert island you'd be able to get a fire going!" leah was clearly trying to be on the same supportive track as your other girlfriend but failing miserably as even alessia cringed at the attempt.

"no baby she didn't mean that don't-" but this time you managed to pull yourself free and roll out from beneath alessia, shooting up to your feet and taking turns glaring at the two blondes still laid up on the sofa.

"tomorrow i will not be coming to your game. i am going to spend the afternoon here baking and you will both come home to the best fucking brownies you've ever tasted-no actually the best vegan brownies you've ever tasted because i am that confident that i can do it. even without dairy!" you announced, stomping off to go sulk by yourself and look up some recipes.

"wait but babe you're still going to get regular ice cream right? not vegan ice cream? right? babe!"

~

you'd been so confident, you really had, which had made the fall from grace and back into reality a difficult one.

the reality that your girlfriends doubts weren't so far fetched and you might not actually be capable of baking, all the more prickly an acceptance to swallow.

which is what had lead to this disgustingly sneaky switch, the evidence of your previous three attempts scattered strategically around the kitchen for your lovers to see, and the evidence of the store bought brownies you'd rushed out to buy instead well hidden at the very bottom of the trash bins.

you'd just taken them out of the microwave to warm them up, very carefully stacking them up on a plate when you heard alessia's car in the driveway, leah playing passenger princess today.

they'd done their best this morning to grovel and sweet talk and try their very hardest to change your mind about coming to the game but you were stubborn by nature and once it was made up there wasn't much to be done to change it.

so they'd trudged off to the match like kicked puppies and you'd spent your afternoon burning chocolate and yelling at the oven trying to shift the blame before inevitably accepting your fate.

however you'd made such a fuss and a point both last night and this morning about your abilities that you may have accepted your fate, but you had no intent on letting your girlfriends do the same, the art of deception hopefully saving you the further embarrassment of eating your words with an audience.

"you did it!" alessias eyes lit up as she entered the kitchen first, hair damp and scraped up into a bun. "congratulations on the hat trick baby." you smiled, pecking her lips a few times before her loving gaze dropped down to the sweet treats on the counter.

"i think she plays better on her period." leah mused as she wandered in, the younger blonde shooting her a dirty look in response as leah kissed her cheek apologetically and wrapped you in a hug.

"you're so much prettier when you don't talk." you teased, squeezing her face in your hand with a wink as leah pulled a face and blew a raspberry on your cheek.

"less!" you laughed, turning around a few seconds later and already finding the striker with a mouthful of brownie, crumbs down the front of her hoodie and a blissed out look on her face.

"what? i was promised these!" she defended still with a mouthful of food making you wince and push her lightly. "yes you were babe and you more than earned them." you chuckled, leah reaching around you to take one for herself.

"babe there's no way these are vegan!" the milton keynes local scoffed after a mere sniff causing your eyes to roll as she took a cautious bite. "are too." you gestured your arms around to the plethora of substitutes piled around the kitchen as leah hummed skeptically.

"just tell her she did a good job, shut up, and stuff your face with chocolate leah." alessia defended, hugging you from behind as you smiled gratefully and kissed her jaw, pushing away from her as she shoved the other half of the baked good into her mouth and sent crumbs showering down on you.

"well i need a quick shower but ice creams in the freezer-" you kissed alessia's cheek since her lips were preoccupied making out with a brownie.

"-whipped creams in the fridge." you pecked leahs lips knowingly. "oi!" the defender grabbed at you as your hand collected with her ass with a wink, escaping to the bathroom for a shower and leaving them to their brownies.

which may have been a mistake.

when you returned it was to a welcomingly quiet living room, both of your blondes laid on the lounge watching a film, which judging by the bored look on leahs face and the concentrated one on alessia's, the film had been the strikers choice.

offering them both a cup of tea which was met with a resoundingly quick yes from each you disapeared to the kitchen, not hearing leah get up to follow you much to alessia's grumpy protests at being left alone.

"you know babe i noticed something very interesting about your brownies." leah hummed causing you to jump a little not having thought anyone was with you, flicking the kettle on to boil and raising an eyebrow at her questioningly.

"well you know i love a good jigsaw, yeah?" leah questioned, grabbing the plate of brownies which was remarkably untouched given alessia's desire to inhale the lot of them just moments before you ducked off for a shower.

"but with a jigsaw, all the pieces...have to match up." leah nodded down as your eyes dropped, leah having lined up the brownies which sure enough weren't even close to matching up together the way they would if you'd baked them in the tray you'd claimed to.

"well thats because-" "oh no no my girl, i wasn't asking." leah interrupted with a shake of her head and a finger pressed to your lips. "i know you didn't bake those, and they sure as shit aren't vegan." leah smirked knowingly, pulling your body closer into hers as she leaned down, lips ghosting your own as right as you tried to kiss her she pulled away, smirk growing wider as her hands slipped up your hoodie.

"the only question i want the answer to is, how are you going to make it up to us for lying baby?"

[deonsx]

Can u do one abt Sae Itoshi being a girl dad?🥹

AYAYYYA when I saw that I had to make this request immediately + Nagi and Rin are with you!

Bllk Boys If they become a girl father

Sae Itoshi

Sae wakes up early in the morning to help his daughter get ready for kindergarten. Normally calm and reserved, Sae doesn’t complain when his daughter insists on putting a “princess crown” on his head while he’s combing her hair. Seeing himself in the mirror wearing a pink crown, he smirks slightly and says:

“Doesn’t this make me too cool?” His daughter, with a serious expression responds “No Papa, it’s just perfect!”

On the way to school, his daughter bombards him with questions like, “What’s your favorite color, Papa?” Sae, instead of his usual short answers, takes a moment to think and says, “Maybe blue… but your favorite colors might be better”

Sweet Details:

Sae’s daughter proudly tells her friends, “My dad is the best football player in the world!” Even though Sae tries to stay composed, her admiration secretly makes him incredibly happy

While teaching his daughter how to play football, she somehow manages to dribble past him and score a goal. Sae quietly mumbles “Must be the genes” but deep down, he feels proud beyond words

His daughter loves drawing pictures for him. One day, Sae takes one of her drawings and puts it in his sports bag. Before an important match, he looks at it for motivation.

At night, Sae softly hums a traditional Japanese lullaby to his daughter as she falls asleep. It’s one of the few moments where his stoic exterior melts into pure warmth and love

Nagi Seishiro

Nagi plans to spend his weekend morning sleeping in, but he wakes up to his daughter poking his cheek with her tiny hands

“Daaaad! Wake up! We need to have breakfast and play!” she says with boundless energy. Nagi groans and mutters “Ugh… five more minutes…”

But when his daughter furrows her brows and sternly replies, “Five minutes? No way, now!” he can’t help but smile. “Alright, alright you win” he says, picking her up and carrying her on his shoulder as they head to the kitchen

Despite Nagi’s lazy tendencies, his daughter’s energy and demands always win him over. Sometimes, he even finds himself unexpectedly having fun while playing with her

Sweet Details:

Nagi’s daughter might be hyperactive, curious, and constantly looking for things to do. Although it clashes with his laid-back personality, Nagi learns to adapt and becomes more active because of her

Nagi’s idea of a “daddy-daughter day” often includes binge-watching cartoons, ordering pizza, and him trying (and failing) to braid her hair. While he’s not the best at hairstyling, he’ll do anything to make her laugh

Nagi easily gets drawn into her imaginative world. Whether it’s pretending to be a king, a monster, or a hero saving her, he goes along with it. Afterward, though, he’ll collapse on the couch and say “That was exhausting…”

His daughter loves to challenge her dad, saying things like “Let’s race! If I win, you have to buy me ice cream!” Nagi reluctantly agrees and usually lets her win. But sometimes, his competitive side sneaks in, and he plays seriously

Despite his lazy nature, Nagi is fiercely protective of his daughter. Just the thought of her getting hurt makes him unexpectedly serious and determined to keep her safe

Rin Itoshi

One evening, Rin comes home from training, exhausted. As he opens the door, he hears a small voice shout

“Daddyyyy!”

His daughter runs up to him with bright eyes and says, “Let’s play soccer Daddy!” Rin looks at her, a bit startled, and replies

“At this hour? You have school tomorrow, young lady.” But when she pouts, he sighs and gives in, saying “Fine, but only for five minutes”

Before he knows it, they’re out in the yard playing. She manages to dribble the ball and score between his legs. As she jumps and cheers, Rin smirks slightly and says,

“I guess we shouldn’t tell your mom we played this late”

Sweet Details:

Rin tries to be the “perfect dad” and takes everything very seriously. He wants to provide the best environment for his daughter. However, whenever she hugs him and says “You’re the best dad ever!” his stern exterior softens

Rin teaches his daughter how to play soccer but never pressures her. Instead, he encourages her to enjoy the game at her own pace. One day, when she pulls off a tricky move, he mutters to himself

“Must be the genes”

Rin is extremely protective of his daughter. If someone bothers her at school or hurts her feelings, Rin steps in immediately—though he tries to handle things calmly and rationally

At night, Rin often tells his daughter bedtime stories about famous soccer players. At the end of every story, she snuggles up to him and says “But you’re the best one Daddy” For Rin, it’s the highlight of his day

Princess not: Rin affectionately calls her “My Little Lion” because she’s just as determined and stubborn as he is

Enjoy!

[russo-woso]

So high school || Leah Williamson

warning smut 18+, fingering, semi-public setting?

Based on this request here. Thank you for the idea :)

Summary Your relationship with Leah brings you back to high school

You and Leah had been dating for just over seven months and to say it had been the best time of your life was the biggest understatement of the century.

With the stress of your degree, constantly writing new songs for your album and dealing with the responsibility of adult life, it was Leah who brought back the fun in your life.

To the current day, you've always, and always will, say that your relationship with Leah was a high school relationship.

It was as if every time you looked at her you felt, well there's no better way to describe it other than just high school.

The day you met Leah at an event, was the day that changed your life forever.

Leah, being the confident captain she was, asked you on a date before even saying hello.

Wanting to take a change from your normal over-thinking self, you agreed.

When you said yes, you thought you'd go out for dinner with her, get bored of her and never see her again.

What you didn't expect was to end up seeing her again the following night and then again and again.

Leah made you forget about the stress in life, instead, making you realise the fun and adventures in the world.

You went from wearing a frown to wearing a smile every second of the day.

You were so happy with living like you were back in high school to the fact you purposely went out of your way to make it as fun as possible.

I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

Leah had just played her first match in nine months against Reading and had managed to bag an assist, which made your heart swell with pride.

To make the match even more memorable for you and leah, you'd purchased a cardboard cut out of Leah's face.

After the final whistle blew, Leah was the first one you searched for throughout the crowd of players on the pitch.

When you clocked her, you noticed the confused look on her face as she searched the crowd for you.

As soon as you took the mask off, a smile appeared on her face as climbed over the railing to get to you.

You enveloped her in a bone crushing hug before grabbing the back of her neck, pressing your lips on hers.

"I'm so proud of you, Le." You whispered repeatedly in her ear.

"It's all because of you, baby. I couldn't have done it if it wasn't for you."

and I'm high from smoking your jokes all damn night

"I had to do this interview with the little girl I was on about and she asked if I had a joke and only one came to my head. Why was cinderella bad at football?" Because she ran away from the ball." Leah told you over FaceTime and you let out a small giggle, finding the joke genuinely funny. "I love your laugh."

"You make me laugh and you like it. Good combo, that is."

"We are a good combo, aren't we?" Leah asked and you agreed, a small laugh escaping past your lips.

"Tell me more jokes." You suggested and Leah agreed, telling you every joke she knew.

Leah didn't care how many jokes she told that night, the jokes made you laugh and that's all that mattered.

I'm watching American pie with you on a Saturday night, your friends are around so be quiet, I'm trying to stifle my sighs

It was Leah's turn to host team bonding but messing up the dates for your movie night with her, meant Leah had you knock on her door with a confused look on your face.

“What’s with all the cars? Throwing a party without me?” You joked as Leah stood there with an even more confused expression.

“Baby, what are you doing here? Not that I don’t want you here, it’s just I thought our movie night was tomorrow.” Leah pointed out, quickly pulling you in for a hug and kiss.

“Oh, I thought it was tonight. Maybe I got the days wrong. Sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry, love. It was me who got the days wrong. I remember talking about it being tonight. I’ve got team bonding tonight. We’re just about to find a movie to watch. Come, it’ll be fun, and it means I get cuddles. The team love you anyway.” Leah got excited and guided you inside. “Guess who decided to surprise us.” Leah announced to the whole Arsenal squad.

“Guess who got her days mixed up.” You teased Leah whose cheeks turned a red colour.

The girls all said hello to you as you took a seat next to Leah at the back corner of the living room.

After about half an hour of arguing over what movie you were going to watch, you all agreed on American Pie, some of the girls not watching it before, and some of them loving the film.

At the beginning of the film, Leah rested her hand on your lower thigh but as the film continued, Leah’s hand got higher and higher.

“Leah, stop it.” You warned, moving her hand lower down.

“You can be quiet, can’t you?” Leah murmured against your neck. “They won’t see or hear. Look at them all, they’re too busy watching the film.”

Leah’s fingers slide down into your underwear, her fingers teasingly circling your clit.

“Le, that feels so good.” You whisper into her neck.

You looked up to double check that nobody was watching and luckily, no one was.

Leah then dips her fingers into your pussy, making you let out a muffled moan into her neck.

It was only quiet because you stopped yourself but you made sure to not move your head from Leah’s neck.

“Faster, le. Please.” You muttered, her slow pace torturing you.

Leah listened, speeding up her movements.

“Fuck.” You whispered, a sigh leaving your mouth.

As your orgasm approached, your moans and sighs began to get pushed so Leah came up with another plan.

“Kiss me, baby.” Leah muttered, your lips colliding as she swallowed your moans.

Leah started curling her fingers as they entered you, bringing you closer and closer to your high.

“‘m gonna cum. Please don’t stop, le.” You begged, breaking the kiss before Leah brought you in for another.

After swallowing all your orgasmic moans, leah pulled away, grinning at you.

You caught your breath before showing an identical one back.

Once more, you looked around the room to see that everyone was oblivious to the fact Leah had just given you an orgasm.

“We should do that again sometime.” Leah suggested and you nodded.

Are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?, It's just a game, but really

Leah had been sat down to do a TikTok for the England TikTok page.

The media team explained that she was going to do a few filters, not a lot, but enough for the fans to be content.

One of the filters happened to be kill, kiss, marry.

Leah smiled to herself, knowing that she hadn’t played the game since she was in high school.

Pressing the record button, the filter started and she was given three celebrities.

Taylor Swift, Britney Spears and Y/N Y/L/N.

“This is easy this is.” Leah laughed, not even having to think about her options.

You and Leah and announced your relationship quite early on.

Well, you hadn’t officially announced it.

When you started attending Arsenal matches with Leah, and Leah started attending your shows, fans assumed you were either friends or there was possibly something between you both.

It wasn’t until you won a Grammy for best album, that Leah was so proud, she planted a kiss on your lips before you went up to collect it.

Since then, the fans had guessed you were a couple.

“I’m gonna go, kill, Britney Spears. Kiss, Taylor Swift. Marry, Y/N.” Leah said, looking past the camera to see Kiera laughing.

“She might as well be married to Y/N. So loved up them two are.” Kiera joked and they both laughed.

Get my car door, isn't that sweet? Then pull me to the backseat

“Thank you for tonight, baby. I really needed a break.” You said to Leah as you walked out the restaurant.

With all the songwriting and studying for your final exam, Leah thought it would be nice to take you out for dinner.

Due to the popularity you both had, it was hard to find a place to go when people would constantly swarm you, however, one restaurant quite close to Leah’s house, had a separate room that was used for private events but they allowed you to use it.

“You deserve a break, love. You’ve been working so hard on your songs and your exams. I think I should take your mind off it all.” Leah sent you a playful smirk as she opened the back seat car door.

Leah helped you onto the back seats before climbing over you.

Within seconds, Leah’s lips were on yours and you were both scrambling to take your clothes off.

Breaking the kiss, Leah’s lips travelled down your jaw and into your neck, soothing sensitive hickeys from the night before.

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine.” Leah told you, pressing kisses to your neck.

“I’m all yours, le. No one ever had me, not like you.”

You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

“I don’t understand this. I mean I do, but then I try the equation and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t.” You explain to Leah who rubbed your back comfortingly.

“You’ll do it, baby. Stop stressing. Come on, talk me through it and I’ll try see where you’re going wrong.” Leah suggested, taking a seat next to you.

“Le, you’re kidding. You know how to ball, I know Aristotle. Not the other way round. I mean you’re clever, baby, but I think you’ll freak when you see the equation.” You slightly giggled at Leah’s confidence, but she had that cocky look on her face so you allowed her to look at it.

“Okay, maybe you’re right.” Leah admitted once you turned the textbook to her, a full page on the equation. “I’ll stick to football.”

“Good choice, baby.”

Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

Leah was sat playing FIFA with Georgia, Kiera and Lucy whilst you were laid on the bed, next to Leah.

They had been playing all evening and now into the night, which annoyed you, because Leah had said you’d be doing something else.

“Le, how long until it’s finished?” You questioned, getting impatient.

It didn’t help that Leah had mentioned it multiple times throughout the day so it had been on your mind all day.

“Not long, love. I promise — Kiera, defend. We’re going more defensive.” Leah says, talking to Kiera through her mic, before pressing button after button on the remote.

“Le, please hurry up.” You whined, impatiently, as Leah looked at you with a saddened look.

“Baby, I promise, as soon as it’s finished. Five minutes left.” Leah told you, but you wanted her now, not in five minutes.

You moved from your original place to straddle Leah’s lap.

Leah’s eyes grew at your plan and although you thought she would continue the game, she pulled her headset off, muting herself before pulling you down into a kiss.

You could faintly hear Kiera, G, and Lucy asking where she’d gone, but you were so focused on Leah and what she was going to do, that you couldn’t hear them.

The kiss turned desperate and before long, the both of you were desperately ripping each other’s clothes off.

Leah connected her mouth to your hardened nipple, swirling her tongue around it.

Your hips bucked at the feeling, as you entangled your hand in Leah’s hair.

“Feels good.” You mumbled in pleasure before Leah moved onto your other one.

As Leah continued to suck hickeys on your body, her fingers made their way down to your pussy, gently circling your clit.

“Fuck, Le.” You breathed out, the pleasure you’d been waiting all day for, finally feeling evident.

“All mine.” Leah mumbled into your neck, her tongue moving over a fresh mark that she’d left.

“All yours.” You repeated as Leah’s finger made their way inside you.

“My girl. Only I get to touch you like this. No one else.” Leah stated, her fingers thrusting in and out of you.

“I’m close, Leah. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Cum for me, love. Cum on my fingers.” Leah whispered in your ear as you clenched around her fingers, a moan leaving your lips along with a chant of Leah’s name.

“I love you so much.” You told Leah after you’d calmed down.

“I love you too.”

“I feel like I’m in high school after that.” You laughed and Leah agreed as you both looked at the TV to find Kiera, Lucy and Georgia all still playing fifa. “I feel so… high school every time I look at you.”

[angel5ofp0rn]

♡ part eleven ♡

ExHusband!Price x f!reader

You have been re-married to your former ex-husband John Price for a few days now. Because, at the end of the day, John is a gentleman and would be damned if he were to have a child out of wedlock.

He’s at the grill on your back porch, beer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other. A few of his SAS buddies, who came for the small re-marriage ceremony and are leaving tomorrow, are chatting with John while you greet the parents of your children’s friends for your youngest’s birthday party.

“Another little John, huh?” Kyle, one of John’s SAS buddies, nods towards your barely-visible baby bump and takes a sip of his beer.

“Another little John.” You confirm with a grin and rub a hand over your bump that is mostly concealed with your sundress.

“Gonna keep trying until one of ‘em finally looks like you?” He matches your grin.

“That, or until John gets his own personal football team. Whichever comes first.” You joke. Kyle just shakes his head with a chortle.

You look back towards the porch, watching John expertly handle the grill. He catches your eye and gives you a wink, making your heart flutter despite the years and the complications.

"How’ve you been holding up, then?" Kyle asks, a bit more seriously now, his eyes searching yours. “Heard you just found out about Nadia and Theo a few months ago.”

You smile softly, looking out over the yard where the kids are playing, laughter and shouts filling the air.

"It's been... an adjustment. But we're making it work."

Kyle nods, his expression understanding. “‘Course. You two’ve always had something special, haven’t you?”

Before you can respond, a small hand tugs at Kyle’s pant leg. You look down to see your oldest, wide-eyed and bouncing with excitement. "Uncle Kyle, can you play socc- I mean, football with us?"

Kyle grins, setting his beer down on a nearby picnic table. "Sure thing, champ. Let's show these old folks how it's done."

You laugh as Kyle and your oldest head off further in the yard, the other children tow. As you watch them play, you notice Matt walking through the gate with his daughter.

A small knot forms in your stomach as the man approaches, a polite smile on his face. "Hey there," he greets, his eyes flicking to John at the grill before settling back on you.

"Hey, Matt," you reply, trying to keep your tone light. "I'm glad you and Emma could make it."

His daughter, Emma, runs off to join the other kids, and Matt stands there awkwardly for a moment. "How’ve you been?" he asks, his voice gentle.

"Good," you say, nodding, blushing. "Things have been good."

John, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, wraps an arm around your waist, the other still holding a beer. "Mark," he says with a nod, his tone neutral. "Good to see you."

“You too, John," Matt replies with a smile. He’s not phased by the purposely incorrect name, or at least he’s not showing it.

You nudge John with your elbow and he covers his smirk by taking a swig of his beer.

Matt eventually joins some of the other parents in watching their children play football or jump around in the bouncy house.

“Why do you have to be such a jerk?” You glance up at John.

“What?” He gives you an unconvincingly innocent look.

You roll your eyes and grab the nearly empty lemonade pitcher from the table. You take in inside to refill it, leaving John outside with everyone else.

You hear the sliding glass door open while you’re slicing fresh lemons to put into the pitcher. John appears behind you, his hands finding your hips and pulling you into him. His facial hair tickles your neck as he presses a few kisses there.

“C’mon, love. Y’r not upset with me ‘cause of Mitch, are ya?” He murmurs.

“His name is Matt.” You correct, still focusing on the lemonade. “I just don’t know why you have to act like that. His daughter is one of Gabriel’s best friends, I see him all the time at school pick up and at soccer practice. It’s already awkward because of that date we went on; I don’t want it to be even worse every time we see each-“

You gasp when you feel John lifting the skirt of your dress up your thighs.

He hooks his index finger around your thong, moving it to the side for access. “Ya still have feelings f’r him? Hm?”

You shake your head ‘no’, setting the knife and lemon down on the cutting board. John hums as if he’s considering your answer.

You hear his belt coming undone. Then his zipper.

“Saw how flustered and red you got when he was talkin’ to you…” John mumbles, his hardness pressing up against your entrance. “Can’t have that, now, can we?”

You slowly shake your head again.

John’s head pushes past your lips and he sinks into you slowly, wanting you to feel every inch pushing deeper inside of you.

“Y’think he could make you feel like this?” John whispers, his breath hitting the back of your neck. “Think he’d know exactly how you like it? Hm?”

“N-no,” You shake your head again. Your hands ball up into fists as you try not to moan too loudly. “John, the party-“

“It can wait.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

John reaches a hand around to stimulate your throbbing clit with his middle finger while your walls tighten around his thick member.

“All mine,” John grunts as he thrusts deep into your tight little pussy. “I don’ care if I have to fuck you in front of him to make it clear.”

You both come within a few minutes. Your eyes roll back, you can hear your heart beating in your ears.

“Uncle Si? Is my mummy getting the cake?” You hear your youngest ask outside. Your eyes widen for a moment and you almost push John off of you, but Simon casually redirects the birthday girl away from the house and back into the yard.

John finally pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. He adjusts your dress for you, gives your ass a slap and takes the pitcher.

“Go get y’rself cleaned up, lovey. We’ll do the cake when you get back.” He presses a kiss to your temple and heads outside.

You stand in the kitchen, dizzy and blushing…

And triumphant, because your little plan to make John jealous worked.

A little drama never hurt.

•••

You lean down to press a kiss to your oldest’s head from where he’s fast asleep, lying on top of Kyle on the living room sofa.

“Little man partied hard.” Kyle grins. You offer to take him up to bed so Kyle could relax more comfortably, but he waved you away. He said something about how he couldn’t let you carry anything, let alone a five year old, while pregnant.

You just shrug and head upstairs. Simon is on his third or fourth bedtime story, and your youngest is trying her hardest to hold her eyes open.

“Goodnight, birthday girl.” You press a kiss to her head.

“Mummy, you forgot uncle Si.” Your now three year old yawns and rubs her eyes with her little fist.

“Goodnight, Simon.” You grin, then press a kiss to the top of his head as well. Your daughter burst into giggles.

“g‘night,” Simon mumbled shyly. “Now, li’l miss. This is our last book, got it?” He warned your toddler in his fake-stern tone.

You finally get to your room and immediately walk to the master bathroom. John’s already in the shower and hasn’t noticed you walking in.

You’re quick to undress and toss the clothes into the hamper before stepping into the shower behind your ex husband.

You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him close to yourself.

John doesn’t even flinch- he never does. He just continues washing his hair as if you’d been here the whole time.

“Kids asleep?” He asks casually, turning to wrap you up in his own arms.

“Kyle’s got Gabe, Simon has Lins.” You confirm as you let your eyes close, resting your head against John’s bare chest.

“And who has you?” John asks with a lazy smile. He begins to wash your hair for you without you asking, as if it was just natural for him to care for you.

“You have me.” You murmur, still hugging him. “‘m all yours.”

“That’s wha’ I wanted to hear.” John has his hands on either side of your head. He tilts it back just enough for him to give you a proper kiss on the lips before going back to washing you.

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[httpswritings]

i'll be here to save the day

alexia putellas x reader x daughter; 489 words

You were trying to calm your daughter down.

Anna, two and a half years old, the most confident but also the most sensitive girl.

You always told her how unique she was for having such a sensitive and empathetic personality, but deep down you were very worried.

The world was very cruel, especially for girls, and since you had found out you were expecting one, you feared for her safety.

Anna had been very fragile today.

She hadn't seen her mamà since yesterday, so when she saw Alexia through the tv screen playing a match, she pouted.

Her bottom lip was trembling and then she started crying.

Alexia loved football and the life she had to live, but she adored her daughter, and she felt very guilty for leaving her side.

“Annita, Mamà will be there in two days.”

Your daughter couldn't still understand the concept of time, so that didn't calm her down.

“I know you're very sad, my love, and that's okay. You can cry as much as you want, sí? I'm here to hold you.”

“I want Mamà!”

“I know, bebé. And Mamà wants you too. She's very happy to see you very soon.”

Alexia scored a goal and looked directly into the camera.

She did a sign with her hands to form the letter “A” and blew a kiss, to then make the special greeting she had with Anna.

“Look! Mamà is doing your greeting!”

Still, Anna didn't calm down.

She didn't understand why her Mamà was on the tv and not by her side.

“Annita, bebé... Come here, my love.”

You switched the tv off and got up from the sofa with your daughter in your arms.

You went to your bedroom and opened the closet.

You let your daughter choose three t-shirts from Alexia: The first one was for her to go to sleep. She chose one of that had some sparkles. The second was for her medium-sized teddy bear. The third one was for you. 

“Anna sleep.”

“Yes, bebé. We're going to sleep now.”

“Mami sleep.”

“Exactly, my love. I'm going to sleep next to you so tomorrow we can play with your dinosaurs since we wake up!”

“Mamà sleep.”

You could see how fragile your daughter was feeling, and you tried your best to not cry in front of her.

“Yes. Mamà will sleep thinking about us and when she comes home, we can all play together and watch SpongeBob!”

Surprisingly, Anna curled up to your side and your heart broke, noticing that she was no longer waiting for Alexia to arrive.

She held onto her teddy bear, that had Alexia's t-shirt on.

“Mamà here,” she said, pointing at the stuffed animal.

You just kissed her front, unable to find the right words to minimize her sadness.

Eventually, she fell asleep, and you couldn't hold your tears back anymore.

“Goodnight Ale,” you said, looking at the teddy bear.

[enwoso]

HOW DO I SAY GOODBYE || alessia russo

WARNINGS: upsetting themes, talks of death, overdose, suicide, grief etc. please do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable.

masterlist

read pink skies first before continuing!

"so how you feeling?" alessia asked a slight wince on her face as she asked, she knew it was a sensitive topic. something you always tried to deflect whenever asked but she wasn’t asking about you personally - well maybe she was kind of - but she was more directing it at your injury.

as she flopped onto her bed in the room she’d called home for the past five days while being on international camp. you on the other line, your room dimmed as you lay in your bed the soft hum of your tv playing in the background. the room you hadn’t left in three days.

getting called up to play for you country was a special feeling that never went away each time it happened but playing with your best friend for england, well there was no feeling like it.

so naturally when alessia seen your name also on the team sheet she was ecstatic, however that quickly went away within four hours as it was quickly announced that you’d withdrawn because of a knee injury and would instead spend the international break rehabbing at arsenal.

alessia had, had her suspicions about your knee injury that seemed to of popped up out of nowhere but nevertheless pushed it to the back of her mind and instead just focused on trying to help you get back into the swing of playing football again.

little did alessia know in that moment was that you’d already played your last match together.

“yeah it’s- um its getting there” you nodded, but it coming out as if you were trying to convince yourself that your knee was getting there. alessia humming with her usual bright smile as she gave you some positive notes to help spur your recovery on quicker. the words going over your head quicker than she said them.

alessia spent the next hour telling you everything that had happened that day, like she’d done the past five days. filling you in on every detail from the silly jokes ella had told her that made her laugh, to her telling you about how grace reminded her of a sloth cause of how long she’s hug her for to even the coffee she’d drank this morning with lotte.

you sat listening to her little ramble, the way she couldn’t tell you the jokes ella had told her without a giggle slipping out in between each word and the way she tried to sound so agitated by graces hugs you could see the adoration in her eyes and the way her lip quirked.

some of her words morphing into one as you lay, an empty feeling filled your chest as you laid in your room, the same hoodie on with the same toothpaste stain on it, your hair in the same messy bun from days ago that your hood covered.

“and your still coming to watch tomorrow right?” alessia asked, the match being a late afternoon kick off at wembley as you hummed a small response as alessia’s smile grew just that little bit bigger.

“yeah.. think leah said she had the tickets and all that sorted” you told alessia as she made a little joke about your organisation skills, you not being one for planning more just someone tells you the time and date and you would show up.

“good, well i’ll come by yours after and we can watch man on fire” alessia smiled, knowing a groan was going to come from you about the choice of movie. it being the blondes favourite at the moment meaning you had seen it at least six times already.

“you and that film! i’ll agree only if you bring the jammy dodgers!” you say with a small smug smile, knowing the blonde couldn’t resist and the fact they were your favourite biscuits — alessia couldn’t say no.

“fine! i’ll stop on the way and get them for you!”

YOURNAME🩷 good luck today lessi, go show wembley how much of a star girl you are!

delivered 01:44pm

YOURNAME🩷 and sorry i can’t make it to see you play — just not feeling too good today.

delivered 01:45pm

maybe if alessia had of seen that message the day wouldn’t have progressed the way it did but she’s didn’t see the message. she thought you were sat in the stands with leah, like you’d told the blonde the night before.

instead the game kicked off, the scheduled time of two thirty. alessia in the starting line up even getting herself a goal as she celebrated with the fans and her teammates. pointing to the corner where you were supposed to be sat.

expect you never got to see the goal.

as what alessia didn’t know was that while she was kicking a ball around a pitch in front of ninety thousand people that there were a group of paramedic’s trying to shock some life back into your body.

coming to the end of the game the team was doing there usual lap of honour as alessia spots leah in the corner of her eye with one of the coaching staff which works with england but as the blonde scanned the area for your face you were no where to be found.

“leah? where’s y/n?” alessia asked concern laced her voice. a small flash of confusion took over leah’s face as she paused her conversation with the staff member, “did she not tell you?”

“tell me what exactly..?” alessia trailed off hurrying leah into an answer as she didn’t exactly know what leah was trying to get at.

“that she couldn’t make it, said she didn’t feel too great. i thought you knew already, she told me she had messaged you” leah shrugged before walking off and leaving less stood slightly confused - did leah not ask why you weren’t coming?

“wait- leah…” alessia called out but leah couldn’t hear the blonde. an uneasy feeling took over alessia’s body. something didn’t feel right as the whole stadium seemed to fall silence in her ears as she made her way over to the tunnel. the fans scream for her as well as a couple of her teammates calling out her name but it was no use alessia didn’t hear them.

getting back to her spot in the changing room, she rummaged through her bag for her phone. a sigh leaving her lips when she saw your message but still her mind was still filled with panic.

it wasn’t like you to just message out the blue that you weren’t coming to the match and even if you couldn’t make it you’d watch and live update her through messages.

alessia refreshed her phone thinking maybe your live updates hadn’t come through but no, nothing. just the two messages.

by this point the rest of the team was coming back into the changing room as alessia rushed around trying to get changed and on her way to your apartment. her mind not seeming to be able to rest without knowing if you were okay.

“less you don’t need to be in that much of a hurry we aren’t going out till six!” ella joked as she sat beside the blonde, a little giggle coming from the brunette but soon her smile dropped when she saw her best friends look of panic.

“what’s wrong?” ella asked as alessia sighed, “nothing i just promised y/n i would go and see her”

“right. how's her knee?” ella asked as alessia hummed a small nod, “it’s good- erm i need to go tooney. i’ll call you later yeah” alessia rushed out and before the brunette even had a chance to respond the blonde was out the changing room door.

a few glances to the door from the other girls as they then looked to ella who just shrugged, not knowing the answer to their questions that their faces were asking without even saying a word.

three knocks of the door was all it took before the door slowly opened, a face appearing which was definitely not who alessia thought would be answering the door.

“oh- alessia?” your mum slight surprise in her voice, clearing not expecting the blonde to be stood at the door. alessia stood her hands filled with all your favourite things that you like when your not feeling too good as well as your beloved jammy dodgers.

“hey mrs y/l/n, is um y/n in- i told her i was coming by after my game..” alessia trailed off, noticing the slight change in your mums face. a sadder look appearing as your mum looked towards the floor.

“i’m sorry alessia, i think it’s best you come inside” your mum took a deep breath in as she moved deeper into your apartment, alessia clicking the front door shut with her foot.

there being a strange feeling in the air as she walked down the small hallway, it being littered with small reminiscences of you. your shoes that you would always leave by the door, alessia forever tripping over them any time she came over.

the place felt eerie as alessia followed your mum deeper into your apartment. alessia had a strange feeling in her stomach, the same stomach dropping feeling when you get caught breaking your mums case a child.

expect this was worse.

a vase could be glued back together. a life, not so much.

“take a seat love” your mum pointed to the couch as she sat on the one opposite alessia as she sunk into the soft couch.

your mum taking a few deep breaths still looking at the floor before looking up towards alessia, tears building in her eyes. alessia’s head was spinning, something had happened. but what, well she was probably wishing the day never happened.

“um there’s no way to really say this but- um y/n, she’s-” your mums voice was shaky as she spoke, alessia on edge as her knee bounced up and down awaiting the next words.

“is she okay?” alessia asked it coming out as a whisper as her bottom lip began to wobble, fear taking over her body. watching as your mum shook her head no.

“i’m so sorry less.. but she’s gone”

the words fell on deaf ears as alessia almost didn’t hear what your mum had said it seemingly not wanting to go into her head but once it did her body crumbled like a brick wall. as her tears fell, your mum getting up immediately and wrapping the young girl in a hug.

“no, no- she, no” alessia choked out over her tear as your mum tried her best to soothe alessia as they both cried in each others arms. "she's at peace now sweetheart" your mum whispered into alessia's hair as she soothed the blonde as she sobbed.

the pair stayed in each others arms both choked up with tears, as once grieved the lost of their daughter, their own blood while the other grieved the loss of their best friend, a sister maybe not by blood but sisters by hearts.

alessia was the first to move as she looked to your mum with puffy red eyes, your mums face mirroring the same puffy eyes. "how'd- she. just how?" alessia managed to get out, part of her didn't want to know how or what you suffered but the other part would put her head to rest knowing you were not longer in pain.

"she- overdosed, they tried - they really did try to save her but she was already gone" your mum explained as a shiver went down alessia's spine as an image appeared in her brain as she shook her head trying to rid of it.

"i should have realised- with the injury she supposedly had- i-" alessia rushed out as she brought her hands up to cover her face, a pout forming on your mums face.

"alessia its not your fault, you weren't to know, y/n wouldn’t have blamed you." your mum comforted the blonde englufing her in a hug, "she's no longer in pain anymore"

the two of them stayed like that for a few moments later until alessia calmed down a little, your mum offering to make her something warm to drink. the afternoon had been a lot of the blonde to have to come to terms with.

your mum had walked off to make alessia a cup of tea, the blondes eyes wet as her bottom lip jutted out as she wondered her way towards the bathroom, stopping slightly as she reached your bedroom door.

her fingers lingered on the door handle as hesitation filled her body wondering if she should actually cross the threshold. a small movement and her foot was across the carpet as she made her way deeper into your room. her eyes filling up with tears once again, it smelled just like you.

alessia's hand dragged across the bedding which was made neatly, the room was spotless which for you was a rare thing. the softness of the blanket as alessia gripped it, as her legs seem to get weaker and a single tear slid down her cheek as her body slipped down the side of your bed. she stayed in your room, not wanting to move from the comfort of what was once your space.

alessia couldn’t tell you how long she stayed slouched down the side of your bed, in your room. maybe it had been ten minutes, three hours or maybe even a week.

she’d sat and cried with your mum and then she came and sat in your room, where many of days and nights had been spent. alessia’s eyes felt heavy, they were dry and puffy and most definitely red.

as she sat taking in the memories as she stared at the wall where small little photos scattered across the wall, as sense of emptiness filled the room. replacing the usual warmth she would get each time she entered. boxes already filled the room with your things packed in like you had never even existed.

alessia sat her legs outstretched, her fingers toying with the edges of two letters one had just been folded over, the other had been placed in an envelope. alessia’s name written in the nearest of handwriting, a little heart as the dot on the letter i in her name.

she’d read the one that had just been folded over, it being a short goodbye letter. one you probably scribbled in less than twenty minutes but it did reference the other neater letter having the answers that alessia would probably want to the questions that circled in her head.

like why. why’d you leave so soon. why didn’t you tell alessia you’d been struggling for so long. just why.

but she couldn’t bring it in herself to even open the other one, she didn’t think her heart could handle it reading it right now.

“oh less, i’m so sorry” alessia’s head slowly turned to the soft coo of the voice, it was her mum. a sad smile across her face as carol came closer. alessia not making any attempt to move, she couldn’t.

alessia’s mum wrapping her in a tight hug as the walls crashed down again, “she’s gone mum, what am i supposed to do without her..” alessia choked out through tears and sniffles as carol shushed her trying to calm her daughter down.

“let’s get you home, yeah?” carol asked as she pulled away from the hug, alessia still filled with tears as she nodded. small hiccups coming from her as she tried her best to pull herself up from your bedroom floor.

the envelope still held tightly in her hand, as she took on last look around your room. knowing it would probably be the last time she’d ever step foot in there.

a heavy sigh coming from alessia as she looked towards the small teddy that was laid in your neatly made bed, a little bunny that you couldn’t sleep without. every away day, every tournament that small bunny would come with.

alessia took a step towards the little bunny teddy, a little hesitant at first but then slowly reached out to it picking it up and lifting it up to her face. the soft fur as it sunk into her skin, it still smelling just like you. it feeling like you were stood right in front of alessia and boy how much she wished you were and that this wasn’t the reality she was facing now.

but unfortunately it was.

the drive home was long even though it was only a fifteen minute drive, the rain tapped against the glass as carol tried her best to converse with her daughter but alessia was having non of it just the occasional hum as her head leant against the cold glass.

alessia felt empty. she'd cried enough tears to fill a bathtub twice over and now she just felt numb. her eyes were sore, red as well as puffy. she'd lost a part of her.

when alessia finally got home she changed into different clothes feeling a little lighter but her whole body soon felt heavy again as she sat on her couch, your small bunny stuffy in her hand as she looked at the photo of the two of you from the euros final that held pride of place on the blondes tv cabinet as the blonde picked at the food her mum had made for her.

“are you sure your going to be okay on your own less? i can-“ carol asked as she stood leaning against the kitchen island, having sorted out alessia some dinner making sure the blonde actually had a hot meal in her especially after todays events.

“yes! i’ll be fine mum, i just- just need some time. i’ll message if i need anything” alessia’s tone coming across as snappy at first but once she realised she mumbled a small sorry before her tone got softer again. carol opening her mouth to say something but alessia quickly shut her down. “i promise mum, i will”

with that carol nodded, making the blonde a hot drink before leaving, kissing alessia on her head as alessia watched her mum walk out of her front door, waiting the door to click shut.

as soon as it did, she scrambled around placing the hot drink on the coffee table as she found her phone. her eyes glossy as she tapped away at the screen looking for a certain contact, a voice she needed right now.

“hello?- less?.. less?” ella paused, a hint of confusion as to why alessia hadn’t said anything.

“ella-“ alessia voice was shaky and she knew if she said more than two words she’d crumble again.

“less what’s up? how’s y/n, how’s her knee?” ella rattled out as the background noise got quieter, alessia wincing slightly at the sound of your name as she let out a few sniffles — it obvious to ella that something was up with her best friend.

“less, what’s happened? are you okay?” ella spoke fast as she was trying to get answers to her questions. the panic in her voice was evident.

“its y/n- she’s- she’s um” alessia tried to get out fast as she sobbed but she couldn’t bring herself to actually say the word as it hadn’t even processed in the blondes head that you were actually gone.

“woah- slow down less, you not makin’ any sense!” ella tried her best to calm alessia down, telling her to take deep breaths on the other side of the line, as her mind raced with what the end of the sentence was going to be.

“y/n- she’s gone.”

“what do you mean she’s gone? gone where?” ella asked her mind freezing as it hadn’t clicked what alessia meant as in reality that was the last thing she expected her best friend to even mean never mind actually say.

“she’s dead, ella.”

alessia

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alessia today has truly been one of the hardest moments of my life - stepping back onto the pitch and not seeing you there. not being there to walk out onto the pitch with. not being able to watch you eat your jammy dodgers on the coach there.

y/n, you were one of the truest friends i ever had.

when you lose a true friend, the hardest part isn't the big moments, it's the small ones - the ones you take for granted. it's the everyday things which were boring but they made so fun, and so meaningful.

we were european champions together, we travelled to the other side of the world and made it to a world cup final, we played together for the same club. we did so many cool things. but you know what i miss most?

is just seeing you everyday, sitting for hours drinking coffee, your passion, your energy each day even when maybe i wasn’t in the best of moods — you knew how to brighten my day.

you touched so many lives in just 24 years. you wanted to change the world more than anyone i've ever known. you wanted football to be for everyone. this is very close to my heart and everyone who knew y/n personally. i'll be honest it's taken me a while to actually type this, it's still very raw for me.

with y/n y/ln in your life you were never alone. she was always there for others, she always found a way. she was always the one cheering the loudest for others. if you could bottle her energy, the world would be a much better place.

but with a little help her spirit, her warmth, and her legacy will live on. we will make sure of that.

i'll miss you forever. keep painting the skies pink my friend. i love you.

with love, your alessia<3

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[judecole]

caught on film. cp20

pairing: you x cole palmer

summery: you’re a famous retired footballers daughter and have been dating cole for a few months. the media hasn’t caught on to your relationship just yet but your appearance at the euros final in a certain players shirt causes quite the stir.

word count: 2114

authors note: idk

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

You’re not exactly sure what you did in your past life to end up here, in this beautiful grand hotel in central Berlin. Despite your luxurious lifestyle, being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and having everything you ever wanted, you never took a single thing for granted. The hotel foyer is vast and grand, great marble columns dwarfing everyone in sight and traditional historic paintings in huge gold frames hanging on every wall. It’s beautiful. You stay in these kinds of hotels regularly but they never cease to amaze you. Your family PA is checking you and your family into the hotel as the several concierges begin collecting your luggage. You smile warmly at them and thank them before the manager greets you to show you to your suites. As soon as you enter your room you lay flat out on the bed, exhausted from your day travelling. You’d been flying back and forth from the UK to Germany for the last month. Any major footballing tournaments were a big deal in your family, you’ve been to pretty much every one since you were born. You can remember being a small child, wearing a shirt with your father’s name and number on the back and feeling so proud every time he stepped on the pitch. However now, things were a bit different. Your family were now invited as special guests and given all the best treatment, a private box in the stands where members of staff would meet your every need. You did truly feel blessed and very appreciative for everything your parents had done for you and your siblings.

You pull your phone out from your trouser pocket and check for any messages. Nothing. You bite your lip and open up iMessage and clicking on Cole’s name. You had been dating Cole for about six months. Things were going very well for the two of you, your parents loved him, especially your dad who was amazed by his talent on the pitch. You’d initially met him when he played at Manchester City after being invited to watch an U21’s match. You loved his laid back style and calm manor when he was playing. You smile as you remember the first time you spoke to him, all sweaty after the game. You’d gone down with your dad to congratulate the boys on their win and chatted with them. You swear you’d fallen for him right then and there, not being able to get his stupid grin out of your head. You begin typing a message to him when your younger sister walked into your room, plopping herself next to you on the bed. “You texting Cole?” She asks, a smirk on her face. She loved to wind you up about your relationship with the football player, often saying that the pair of you made her feel sick. You roll your eyes before replying, “Yeah, I’m gonna see what he’s doing after training.” You type out the message, “I know ur probably training rn but what are u doing tonight? I wanna see youuuu.’

You place your phone down on the bed and lay back, resting your head on the soft pillows. “Are you nervous about tomorrow? I hope Cole gets to play.” Your sister says, actually not being mean or sarcastic for once. “Yeah. I hope he does too.” You hear your phone ding. Picking it up, Cole’s name flashes on the screen. ‘Defo getting an early night but i can see you in the afternoon. Love ya.’ You smile at the words. You know how serious he takes his job, but he never fails to make time for you too. You text him back quickly and lay back again, smiling. “You’re so in love with him it’s gross.” Your sister playfully hits your arm causing you to slap her back.

A few hours later you’re getting ready to head to the England Squads hotel, a little trip planned by your father’s management team that conveniently lined up with your plans to meet Cole that afternoon. Your mum comes in to your room as you’re putting on some makeup and compliments your outfit, a simple pair of jeans and a top that was sent to you by a company that no doubt cost more than a night in the hotel itself. You smile and thank her, pulling her into a gentle side hug as she kisses your head. Your mum was definitely surprised when you told her about your relationship with Cole. Given your previous dating history he would never had been your type. But there was just something about him that instantly pulled you in, you still don’t know what it was to this day but you weren’t complaining.

Arriving at the squads hotel you check your hair and makeup in a compact mirror, brushing a few stray hairs into place with your nails. Your sister rolls her eyes, something that had now become the norm and makes a comment under her breath you can’t really hear. You get out the car and are greeted by some of the staff who lead you in through the hotels modern entrance. The hotel looked more like a spa than a hotel, every piece of furniture placed exactly, in a way to promote relaxation. You follow through the entrance into a board room, filled with players, staff and other prolific footballing legends and their families. You scan the crowd, looking for Cole. It doesn’t take you long as you see your dad pulling him in for a hug and patting him on the back, obviously congratulating him on reaching the finals. You grin as lock eyes with him, quickly wrapping your arms around him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, surprising you. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, even the smallest things like holding hands made him panic. Maybe it was the fact you were one of the most famous people in the world which constantly occurred to him but never to you. You noticed some eyes laying on the pair of you which made you release him. You quickly returned to your professional manner and wished him good luck before finding your mum. She nudges you and gives you a cheeky smile when you reach her. “You two are silly. Why does it matter if anyone finds out?” She says. “It’s not that. I want to be public with him but not now. I want him to focus on football and I don’t want the media circus for him right now.” You say and give her a small smile. “Well that’s very thoughtful of you but make sure you’re public before Christmas because I’m not editing him out of the Instagram pictures.” She wraps an arm round you as you approach more people and chat about the final tomorrow.

Later that night after an expensive dinner in a posh restaurant near the squads hotel, you text Cole and tell him you want to see him before he goes to bed. He replies almost immediately and you ask your driver to wait outside the hotel and that you were just going to take a quick walk. You could see his tall figure on approach which made you speed up, not wanting to waste any more time not having his arms around you. “Hey.” He says softly when you reach him, extending his arms out and enveloping you in them. “Hey.” You almost whisper. “Wanna go for a walk?” You nod your head and begin walking hand in hand. It was dark now but the city of Berlin was still bustling, what with the warm weather. You walk past busy restaurants and bars packed with what you could only assume were England fans based on the noise. Cole squeezes your hand every so often, he can feel his palms become clammy when you look up at him. He still couldn’t believe his luck. After the first time he met you he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He was glad you made the first move though, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been in this position now. Once you reach somewhere quieter Cole lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple at the same time. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” You ask him. You almost knew what he was about to say, “Not really. You know me.” He cracks a smile.

“I hope Southgate plays you, Cold Palmer.” You joke and poke his side playfully. “Me too. Hopefully I’ll get some time.” You end up sitting on a bench overlooking a river, the hustle and bustle far behind you now. “It’s really pretty here.” You mutter. “Not as pretty as you.” He winks as you roll your eyes. You continue talking for a while before Cole regretfully tells you it’s getting late and he probably needs to head back now. He places a quick peck on your lips and stands up, offering you a hand. “I’m so excited for tomorrow. Are you gonna score a goal for me Palmer?” You tease as you approach the hotel. He shakes his head at you and smiles. When you return to the hotel entrance he turns to face you, you look up at him and he swears his heart starts beating a hundred times faster. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? I love you.” He places a soft kiss on your lips making you blush. “Good luck babe. I love you too. You’re gonna smash it.” You wave him goodbye and open the door of the car, getting in and thank your driver for waiting.

You wake up the next morning with a nervous feeling in your tummy. It sticks around for pretty much the whole day. You feel especially nervous when getting dressed. You grabbed your England shirt that you’d hung carefully in the hotel wardrobe and put it on, turning around in the mirror to see the back. You’d always wanted to wear his shirt to a game. You snap a quick picture and keep it for later, maybe to post on Instagram. You knew the absolute carnage that would take place when you did. You arrive at the Olympiastadion Berlin in your families usual fashion, through the back in all blacked out vehicles with staff waiting for you at the other end. The nerves had well and truly kicked in now. You check your phone to see if Cole had texted you. You knew he wouldn’t be nervous, very sure in himself and the team’s quality but you wanted him to text you to ease your nerves. Your dad shook the hands of the staff that greeted you and you thanked them as they took you all up to your private box. You were sharing with a few other well known people, you eagerly greeted them with big smiles.

(We all know how the game went so we’ll just leave it at that.)

A devastating loss for England. You were gutted. But also immensely proud of Cole. He’d been subbed on in the seventieth minute and scored only three minutes later. The only goal for England that game. You headed down to the pitch once everything had calmed down and spotted Cole in the stands with his family. His eyes were glassy with tears as he spoke to his dad. You approach slowly and he notices you, standing up immediately and wrapping you in a tight hug. You could hear the snapping of cameras behind you but neither of you cared in that moment. “I’m sorry baby.” You spoke quietly as you pulled away, cupping one side of his face with your hand. “You were amazing.” He sniffled slightly, trying not to cry in front of you but failing miserably as he pulled you in again. You rubbed his back reached up to kiss his cheek. His dad walked towards the both of you and pats Cole on the back before sitting with Cole’s mum. “I can’t believe we lost.” He reaches up to dry his eyes as you pout and rub his arm. You turn around slightly hearing his sister call your name. “Love your shirt.” He smirks a bit, it clearly cheering him up. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you begin chatting with his sister.

You’re on your way back to your hotel when your phone begins to blow up. Story after story about your relationship with Cole, using the picture they clearly got when you were consoling him after the game. You save the picture, setting it as your lockscreen and then posting the picture of you in his shirt from earlier to your Instagram story.

[cosmicpearlz]

sweet confessions

summary: in which jude feels the urge to confess his feelings for you before it’s too late.

pairing: jude bellingham x actress!reader

a/n: i haven’t written something in lord knows how long butttt i can’t stop thinking about being friends to lovers with jude. honestly, i can’t stop thinking about jude like what a man lol. anyways enjoy loves <3

it all started when you got a call from your agent about getting the role for a movie in madrid. you were over the moon about it. the movie was a classic love story about a woman falling in love with someone who also happened to be on vacation in spain and the hardships they face being that they are from two different countries. of course, it was very cheesy but it meant you got to work luca guadagnino. he had been one of your favorite directors and you’ve been itching to work with him. another big plus was that archie madekwe played your love interest. literally one of your best friends after working with him during a different project.

luca wanted all of the cast and crew to loosen up after the first two tables reads, so he took everyone to a real madrid match.

“archie, i’m not gonna lie to you but have you seen the players? specifically, number five,” you dramatically fanned yourself while taking your seat next to the boy.

“ew, keep it in your pants y/n. you’ve been talking about him since we’ve been in madrid and it’s only been three days. ‘oh archie he’s so cute’ ‘you think i’ll be able to talk to him?’,” he mocks you with a slight laugh. you playfully slapped his shoulder.

“i do not talk like that.”

“yes you do.”

“no i don’t.”

“shut up the match is starting,” you stick your tongue out at him because he refused to give you the last word.

your eyes were glued to the players that walked out. quickly spotting the golden boy that you developed a crush on in the matter of three days. jude bellingham stood with a smile adorned on his face. maybe it was the fact that you guys were the same age and you were a little delusional that something could spark between the two of you. even if it only meant being friends.

-

“whew, that was a really good game.”

“you’re only saying that because jude made the winning goal,” you pushed archie’s shoulder and pouted.

“you’re such a bully. that is not the reason and-“

“is he coming over here?”

your head snapped to where archie’s gaze was and yes. jude was making his way across the pitch to where you guys were seated. he gave you a warm smile before standing right in front of you.

“hi.”

“uh, hi?”

“i’m jude,” he held his hand out for you to shake with a cheeky smile. you smiled back and shook his hand. your hand fitting perfectly into his.

“i know who you are silly but i’m y/n.”

“i know who you are silly,” he repeats what you said with a teasing tone.

“i’ve never seen you before. well of course in movies but not here. are you here for work?”

it baffles you on how easy it was for him to make conversation. your eyes widened and looked to archie for help but to your disappointment he was gone. that british bastard.

“yeah! our director wanted us to enjoy a day out together before we start filming. plus, this is my first time in madrid actually,” jude smiles while maintaining eye contact with you.

“you need a tour guide? i got some of my favorite places i can show you.”

little did you know, it would be the start to a great friendship with the footballer.

-

“cut! we are done for the day. same time tomorrow, thank you everyone.”

you and archie shared a high five finishing a complex scene. it was the particular scene where your characters are arguing about the vacation almost ending. resulting to a passionate love confession with a hungry kiss.

“your boyfriend is here,” archie whispered into your ear making you push him away from you.

“shut up, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“yet.”

you choose to ignore your ignorant best friend. giving him a quick hug goodbye and rushing towards jude, who already has his arms open for you. you crash into him and he responds immediately by wrapping his arms around you.

it’s been five months since he offered to be your tour guide but he ended up being so much more. he became a staple piece in your life with such a short amount of time.

“hello darling.”

“hi jude. boy am i glad to see you, i’m so hungry. let’s get food,” you feel his chest vibrating from the laughter he gave out.

“oh wow, i come from training to see you and all you can think about is food? what am i? copped liver?”

“well duh, what else are you here for?” you pulled away slightly to look up at him, trying to give him your best straight face. it failed when he started tickling your side successfully causing you to laugh and slap his hands away.

“let’s feed the princess, shall we?”

jude never failed to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach. you wouldn’t dare ruin your friendship with him just because you gained a crush on him. it’s his fault though. all of the nicknames and gestures he does makes your head spin.

“we shall, but i have to stop by my trailer to put up my stuff,” you giggled and lead him to the trailers. jude immediately throws his self onto your bed laying down.

“man if this is what being an actor is like, i might have to try it.”

“you in acting? oh please, you have a better chance being in the production crew,” he gasped loudly while placing his hand on his chest.

“you are cruel. i can totally being an actor if i wanted to,” causing you to playfully scoff.

“yeah right and i can be a footballer.”

“now you’re taking the piss.”

you join him on the bed, choosing to lay on top of him being that his taller frame takes up the whole bed. it wasn’t unnatural for you two to end up in positions like this. it felt natural and certainly was comfortable. jude wraps an arm around your waist and you wrap yours around his neck.

the boy hoped you couldn’t feel the way his heartbeat sped up. unbeknownst to you, he fully reciprocated your feelings. sometimes it scared him how fast he fell for you. the whole reason he walked up to you in the first place is because he wanted an excuse to talk to the pretty girl that watched the football match.

“comfortable are we?”

“yes, you’re like a warm teddy bear.”

“i thought you were hungry.”

“it can wait.”

“y/n.”

“jude.”

jude felt you snuggle into him more and suddenly he felt the need to tell you his feelings. your warm body pressed against his and it still couldn’t stop the intense warmth that fluttered in his stomach, crawling all the way up to his chest. he grabs your waist firmly and sits the both of you up.

“hey, i was comfortable laying there,” you gave him a pout. all he think of was kissing the pout off your face. jude gazes at you with a small smile suddenly becoming shy.

“can i tell you something?”

“anything.”

“promise it won’t ruin our friendship? i dunno if i can deal with losing you completely.”

“stop being silly, you’ll never lose me jude,” you grabbed his hand and squeezed it, encouraging him to talk to you.

“i like you.”

“what?”

“i like you so much that it hurts to not call you my girlfriend. you’re like the sunshine that radiates through the widow early in the morning. you make me unbelievably happy with your presence. i know you’re going to leave soon but we could do long distance. i’d do it for you in a heartbeat if it-“

“jude relax,” you lay your hand on his face, softly rubbing his cheek.

“i like you too. so so much,” the once nervous boy quickly gained a growing smile.

“really?”

“oh god yes,” jude properly sits you into his lap, pressing your bodies closer together. you guys were practically nose to nose at this point. not that either of you minded .

“can i kiss you?” his whisper fell upon your lips.

“i’d be really mad if you didn’t.”

in a split second, his lips were on yours. a long awaited kiss. one of his hands held the back of your neck to try and push you closer if possible. passion flowing between the two of you as your tongues battle over dominance. you couldn’t stop your smile as you kissed him.

jude playfully nips at your bottom lip before placing two pecks to your lips and then pulling away. he didn’t go far as he rested his forehead on yours.

“fuck, i might be in love with you baby.”

before you could even reply, your stomach growled leading you to burst out into laughter. jude follows suit in laughter right behind you. he kisses the side of your head and stands up, holding a hand out for you. you smiled while sliding your hand into his. he intertwined your fingers with his and pulls you out from your spot.

“for the record, i might be in love with you as well,” you whispered with your spare hand raised to your lips as if you were telling him a secret only he can hear. jude kisses your forehead with a knowing smirk.

“who wouldn’t be in love with me.”

“see now you’re the one taking the piss.”

[wearebarca]

9. Captured // Alexia Putellas x Original character pt. 9

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

synopsis: Rosalie has never stayed somewhere too long. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself at critical moment in her life, the photographer decides to once again leave behind what she knows and joins the staff of Europe's best football team.

Word count: 6,3k

Warnings: 18+ Smut

Alexia Putellas is a creature of habit. Every day at seven, she would be dressed and taking Nala for a small walk before eating breakfast and leaving for training. Even when she was out of town for games or training camp, she would be up and pacing in her room until it was time to go down to breakfast. 

But this morning was different. It was the sun shining bright and illuminating the room which pulled her from her slumber. Her body was still heavy with sleep as she attempted to rise from the very comfortable yet unfamiliar bed, but her efforts were cut short by an arm snaking around her waist and pulling her deeper in the covers. 

Rosalie was still fast asleep. Her hair was all over her pillow and the sheets were sitting at her lower back, which allowed the footballer a clear view of the curious tattoo snaking down her spine.  

 Alexia smiled at the sight, not quite yet processing the fact that she had finally made a move on the French-Canadian. A lot of questions and insecurities were still coursing through her mind but she willed them away for now, deciding to enjoy this peaceful moment.

Her eyes scanned the room. The walls were painted white and harboured many gold picture frames. All the images were in black and white and showed what Alexia guessed were some of Rosalie’s favourite shots. The decorations were simple, with a dark green, gold and dark wood theme. It was cozy and warm, which matched the brunette’s overall energy. 

Rosalie shifted in her sleep, turning around with her back facing the blond. The strange line caught yet again Alexia’s attention. She could not help but trace the pattern with her slender fingers, her touch light as a feather. 

“It’s the map of a hiking trail from back home.” A small sleepy voice said. 

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Alexia said, her fingers not leaving the smooth skin of her back. 

“You didn’t, I was just resting.” She said, turning her head to smile at the beautiful woman in her bed. 

“This path was like a little sanctuary for me. It ends at the foot of a small waterfall where you can swim. The water is freezing though.” She said, shivering half because of the memory, and half because of the feeling of cold fingers tracing her skin. 

“It’s very beautiful,” She smiled at the compliment and turned fully towards the captain. Alexia’s gaze shifted from her face to her body which had only the bottom half hidden by the covers. 

Rosalie smirked, “ Do you see something you like capitaine?”

Alexia blushed furiously and averted her eyes, only to feel a hand on her cheek pull her back in. “Oh Alexia, you are allowed to look.”

The declaration only made the blond blush worsened, but it didn’t keep her from leaning down to capture the photographer’s lips. “que suerte tengo”

Rosalie snaked her arms around the footballer’s shoulders and dragged her back down with her, without separating her lips from hers. The weight of the blond felt divine. Her hands lazily roamed over warm skin. They stayed like this for a moment, limbs tangled in the sheets until Rosalie moved suddenly. 

“What about Nala? Don’t you have to go take her out?” She asked, looking worried. 

“It’s ok, she’s with my sister. She’ll stay over there for national camp.” Alexia answered, her lips moving down the column of the brunette’s neck. 

“When are you leaving for Madrid?”

“Tomorrow night.” Alexia said, while her hands trailed down to caress the skin of her inner thighs, making Rosalie’s breath hitch.

“Alexia..”The photographer whispered breathlessly. 

“Si? Que quieres hermosa.” Her fingers were lingering dangerously close to her center. 

“We should probably get up.” The photographer said, not sounding the slightest sincere. Alexia simply hummed as her fingers made contact with her slick center. She spread her lips, gathering her arousal and started circling her clit. 

Rosalie grabbed her shoulders and buried her face in the blond’s neck, muffling the sound of her soft moans. 

Alexia kept her rhythm slow, working up the photographer before slipping her fingers inside. Rosalie’s grip tightened around her shoulders. She didn’t even need to say anything to the blond, who added a finger when she felt the brunette needed more. 

The coil was rapidly tightening inside Rosalie who wondered just how hard it would be to start her day when she had this beautiful woman in her bed. 

Her climax washed over her as she bit down on Alexia’s shoulder. She was left limp on the bed as waves of pleasure still travelled down her body. 

“Are you ok Rosalia?” The blond asked teasingly. 

“Oui, oui… just a minute please” she said, her eyes closing on their own accord. 

When the photographer came to, she was still in bed, but this time, Alexia was not laying at her side. A wave of sadness came over the brunette. Nothing had been said about what their situation currently was but, she couldn’t help but have some hope that this was not a one time thing. 

She slipped on an oversized t-shirt and underwear and stepped out her bedroom, only to be greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and what she guessed were crêpe. 

Alexia was in her kitchen, wearing what the brunette recognized as her old college t-shirt and training shorts that were very short on the taller woman’s frame. Rosalie took a seat at the kitchen island and watched the midfielder cook for a moment before deciding to make her presence known. 

Alexia spun rapidly around, but smiled as soon as she saw the smaller woman sitting in front of her. 

“Bon dia, Rosalia. Did you sleep good?” She asked, putting a cup of coffee in front of the brunette. 

“Very much so, you?”

“ Me too.” They stayed silent for a while, with Alexia focusing on the food while Rosalie was lost in her thoughts. Sure the blond had not left, hell she was making them breakfast, dressed in her clothes, so by all means, this meant more than just a hookup. 

That knowledge alone seemed to satisfy the brunette. “You are packed already, si” Alexia asked, motioning to the bags laying by the door with her spatula. 

“Yes, you know how I get when it comes to travelling.”  Alexia laughed at the comment as she started to plate their food. 

Rosalie was quite impressed with her cooking skills, especially since the blond had never made this dish before. They spoke about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. They both felt the elephant in the room, the fact that they would both leave for at least two weeks, leaving this situation un-discussed. 

“What are you planning to do today?”Alexia asked after a moment. 

“I was going for a run then most likely working on some side projects.” The photographer said, putting away the dirty dishes. “What about you?” 

“I have to pack my bags and Alba is coming over later.” Alexia said, sounding a little exasperated by the fact that her sister would surely be pestering her for details of her night. “When will you be back?” She asked in a small voice. 

“In about two weeks, maybe a little longer, I’m staying a few days with Leah” 

Alexia stiffened slightly at the mention of the English captain, but Rosalie could not decipher if it was a question of rivalry or something else. 

“Si, Lucia mentioned it.” Alexia said, walking around the kitchen island only to cage the brunette between the counter and her. 

“You text me when you land, si?” She asked with a worried expression. 

“Oui, yes I will.” She captured the captain’s lips for a sweet kiss in which the blind melted. 

They finished picking up and Rosalie gave Alexia a pair of team issued track pants. The blond left soon after, much to the photographer’s disappointment. She did end up going out for a run, but sadly did not make it to her desired distance due to a certain soreness she could only blame on the midfielder. 

She was up at four the next morning. A mix of anxiety and febrility had prevented her from getting a proper night of sleep and now, she was out running again, like every morning before a flight. When the English couple showed up at her door, the photographer had already showered and was pacing her apartment. 

When they saw her, the couple mutually decided that teasing the brunette about the other night was not the best idea since she looked like she could snap at any given opportunity. 

Shortly after they reached the airport, Rosalie’s phone chimed. The message that pulled up on her screen was the cause of her first smile since the morning. 

La Reina - Have a good flight. You’re gonna be fine.

This message, as simple as it was, served as a reminder of the night the photographer had spent with the captain. The flashbacks which would randomly appear in her mind succeeded in keeping the woman busy during the short plane ride that separated them from Portugal. 

She had never been in this country before and was excited to walk around and capture what Lisbon had to offer. She sent a message to Alexia telling her she had landed safely before following the rest of the girls towards their transport. 

The drive to the hotel was short and filled with excited chatter. It had been a while since she had seen the lionesses and she was buzzing at the thought of seeing her best friend again. 

As soon as the bus stopped at the front of the hotel, they were called to the conference room where the rest of the team and staff were already gathered. 

Seeing as the briefing was about to start, Rosalie made a beeline to the rest of the media team, instantly recognizing the familiar faces with whom she had worked with for years. 

The players and coaching staff were gathered on one side while the rest of the media and administrators were on the other. The meeting was short, with the head coach welcoming everyone and explaining the schedule of the following two weeks. Then the head of each department gave a few words and scheduled some meetings to give out the details of each team’s missions. 

Timing was simply not on her side, since the media team was meeting right after in a different conference room, preventing the Canadian from seeing her friends. It wasn’t until much later, when Rosalie was prepping her camera for the first training session, that arms wrapped themselves around her from behind. She knew right away who they belonged to, and she spun around to properly hug the blonde captain. 

“I’ve missed you Frenchy.” Leah whispered, her head still buried in the brunette's neck. 

“Me too Williamson“

“Movie night tonight, your room cause it’s cozier, we’ll be there at 18h” Leah said as she sped back down the tunnel to the pitch. It was a tradition for the little group. Every camp, on the first night, they would all meet in one of the girls' hotel rooms and catch up while “watching” a movie. 

Rosalie smiled and shook her head at the blonde’s antics and made her way to the field. The practice went well, with most of the girls messing around in front of the camera, the first training always lighter than the rest of the program. 

As soon as it was over, Rosalie was swarmed by the rest of the girls who were trying to hug the photographer and rub their sweat on to her. 

“Non non non I have equipment on me don’t touch me!” She yelled while backing away from Beth Mead who was stalking towards the brunette with a devilish grin. Unbeknownst to her, Rachel Daly was behind her and trapped her in her arms. 

“Eh merdre vous êtes dégoûtante! Lâchez-moi bande de pestes!” She yelled, laughing while Rachel lifted her off the grass and took off with her. 

“Ok enough!” Lucy said, smiling at the two girls. “Careful Daly, she gets nasty when she switches to French.” 

It was agreed that the girls would be heading to their rooms to shower and get ready and they would all get room service delivered to Rosalie’s room and eat together. When she finally opened the door to her room, Rosalie felt a wave of tiredness wash over her. She took the few steps that separated her from her bed and flopped down on it. 

A rather harsh series of knocks jolted the brunette awake. The poor girl had completely lost track of time and checked her watch , only to realize that she only had twenty minutes before the girls would arrive. 

She silently thanked whoever was at her door For the interruption and opened it to reveal Leah in her lioness tracksuit and sporting her signature raised eyebrow. “You were sleeping, weren’t you?”

“Look that awful?” The French-Canadian said, stepping aside to let the captain in. 

“Like you got trampled yeah“ She said, walking around the room and grabbing her shower bag from her luggage. “You go shower, I’ll put away your stuff.”

When the photographer emerged from the bathroom, she found the blonde English woman sprawled out on her bed, with her phone in hand. “I take it all is well between the queen of football and you.” she said with a smirk. Rosalie lunged at her trying to pry her phone from her hands but the footballer was faster. 

“Bonita hm? I did not know you guys were at the pet name stage just yet.” 

“Give it back already!”

“Not before you tell me exactly what happened since the team bonding night.” Leah said, sitting on the brunette’s phone so she could not reach it. Rosalie was about to cave in and start spilling when voices followed by rapid knocks resonated in the room. Rosalie smiled as she walked to the door.

“Don’t think this is over darling.” Leah said, standing up to greet her teammates. 

It took a grand total of three days for Leah to finally catch the photographer alone again. Three days of watching from afar as the brunette kept smiling at her phone and texting while never divulging who was on the other end. Some of the girls had tried to know, Beth Mead being the most insistent. But the Canadian stayed secretive, avoiding the subject like the plague. 

It was getting late and the sun was slowly setting when she did find her, the brunette was laying on an outdoor chair with her computer, visibly working hard on something. Her hair was up in a messy bun and her glasses were perched on the brink of her nose. She was wearing an oversized Barcelona hoodie that looked like it swallowed her whole. Leah stopped for a second and snapped a picture, before making her way to the empty seat next to her.

“What are you working on Frenchy?”

“Do you remember that project I told you about? Well, I asked someone from the media team to make an announcement to ask people to submit pictures of them taken during games. I want to have a part of the expo where fans can share their own memories and what it means to them.” Rosalie said, her eyes not leaving the screen in front of her. 

The blonde smiled at her friend and stayed silent for a moment. This night was so similar to the countless ones they had spent on her balcony with her reading or studying games while the other was editing pictures. Leah would be lying if she said she didn’t miss these quiet nights, but also understood why the Canadian had to move away, and was glad to see her start to be happy again. 

Sha had had doubts when Lia had proposed that she come spend a few days in London with them and the rest of the Arsenal girls. She didn’t want to see her friend affected by a certain Irish footballer. 

She did trust the photographer’s judgement. If she said she’d be fine, she had to trust her. But she couldn’t help but be protective. 

It was that protectiveness that fuelled the English woman’s curiosity.  “Are you gonna make me ask again or are you finally gonna tell me.”

Rosalie stopped typing. She had hoped that the blonde would have forgotten, but she knew that it was very unlikely. “What do you want me to say? It was just a night out with the team.” She said, knowing that Leah had smelled her bullshit from a mile away. The look she sent her was confirmation enough. 

“Ok, I danced with some of the girls.”

Leah stayed silent, watching her friend, waiting for the brunette to unfold the true events of that night. 

“What?”

“Continue.” Leah said, her expression unchanged. 

“We were dancing pretty close..” Leah’s eyebrow shot up. 

“No no it’s not that. She was trying to get a reaction… and she did.” Leah straightened In her chair. The simple fact that her friend was so hesitant in telling her meant that things did happen during that night. 

“Rosalie Montmorency I swear to god if you don’t start making sense soon..” Leah did not have time to finish her threats that Rosalie blurred out a series of rapid sentences. Unfortunately for the brunette, Leah had heard enough to be able to piece everything together. 

“She dragged you in the bathroom and y’all finished the job at your place.” 

“How did you..”

“I’m an expert in French accented nonsense.”

“Va te faire foutre”

“I have Lia for that thank’s very much mate.” Rosalie laughed at her response. “Back to what really matters now. Is she serious about this Rosie?”

“I don’t know.” She said, her gaze fixed on the skyline. “Honestly, I don’t need to for now. It feels good. That’s what matters right now. I know it won’t be a one time thing that’s for sure.”

“Don’t let yourself be someone else’s secret Frenchy.” They stayed silent for a long while. Rosalie working on her project and Leah simply enjoying the calm of the night air.

 For the remainning few days, Leah helped the photographer get out of the none stop questions by changing the subject or draghing the brunette away when the girls got too intense. That, was a luxury Alexia could not afford, since half of the national team, also her club teammates, had seen her drag the photographer outside and disappeared for the rest of the night. 

Without much surprise, as soon as Jenni and Misa had caught wind of it, she became the target of unrelenting teasing and questionings. Rooming alone had become a blessing since the short amount of free time she had could be spent in the quiet of her hotel room. 

Or she thought. She should have known better. Jenni, who had transferred in Mexico, had watched from afar the social media slip up the captain and photographer had been victim of and had seen the small video with something the public does not have. She knew the midfielder. This was not a simple, playful interaction. Alexia was not like that with people she met not too long ago. 

Irene had also shared how she had reacted when the story was posted, which showed just how much the blonde really cared. So it was with all this in mind that the striker had showed up at Alexia’s door one night and demanded she tell every little detail possible. 

As reticent as the blonde was, she was still, in a way, glad to be able to talk about that night, since she had not seen Mapi before leaving for camp. Jenni knew everything, while Misa, Laia and Mariona knew only the brunt of it. 

Alexia could not be more glad to step into the familiarity of her apartment. She was tired, and her ears still buzzed from the incessant chatter and bickering. Her apartment was dark and still. Nala was still at her sister’s place due to the late hour of her arrival and the absence of the sound of her excited little paws made the space feel cold and empty. 

She dropped her bags in her bedroom and opened her phone. Rosalie must’ve landed in London by now, and her suspicions were confirmed when a notification grabbed her attention. They had not talked much about her stay in London. She knew that she would see the girls from Arsenal, which meant that she would be seeing McCabe. The simple thought made Alexia’s blood boil. Her own reaction surprised her and she shook her head in a vain attempt to get her out of her head.

The blonde unpacked her suitcases and tried to do some chores around the flat to occupy her mind, but her eyes kept drifting  to the clock in her living room. Barcelona was an hour ahead of London. She had a good chance of finding the French-Canadian awake. Without much thinking, the footballer grabbed her phone on the counter and opened the photographer’s contact, but instead of clicking  on messaging, her finger drifted up to reach the call button. 

There was no time for the midfielder to reconsider, because after two tones, the tired voice of the brunette resonated in her kitchen. “Allo? Alexia? Are you alright?”

Rosalie was getting ready for bed. Her skin was still red from the boiling shower she had just stepped out of. It wasn’t in her habit to stay up so late, but the flight and the anxiousness of being back here had come with a lot more strength than she had anticipated. She had felt the need to go out for a run in hopes of exhausting herself enough for a good night of sleep. 

Seeing Alexia’s contact name and picture light up her screen had been a surprise, but a welcomed one. The line stayed silent for a second. Alexia had not exactly planned what she would say. Hell, she didn't even know why she had called in the first place. 

“Hola Rosalia.” The nickname made the brunette blush, and she was glad the captain could not see her face right now. “ Si I am alright. How are you?”

“I’m ok, mostly tired from the trip.”

“You went running, si?” The blonde asked in a disapproving tone.

“How did you…”

“I pay attention Rosalia, especially when it comes to you.” The revelation stunned the brunette who stayed silent, speechless. “ I should let you rest.”

“Non, no please. It’s nice to hear your voice.” 

“Ok, Where are you?”

“At Leah’s place, she has a guest room.”

“Ah, England captain hm.” Her tone was curt, almost as if the blonde wasn’t a big fan of the defender.  Rosalie chuckled.

“Yes, her and her girlfriend are close friends of mine.” 

“ Ah, Lia Walti si? Or is it just a rumor?” Alexia asked, her voice a little lighter than before.

“Just between us, it's true. But they are very private about all this so please don’t say anything.” The brunette said.

“No, do not worry, I understand.” Alexia said, making her way to the bedroom where she let herself fall on her bed. “When will you be back?” 

“Is La Reina missing me?” Rosalie said in a playful tone. Alexia could feel her face heat up at the comment. The photographer was right, but there was no way the footballer would admit it. 

“I was just wondering that is all.” Alexia covered her face with her hand, cringing at her horrible attempt to sound casual. “I better let you sleep, You probably have a big day ahead tomorrow.”

Rosalie hummed softly. She would love to keep talking to the blonde but her eyes felt more and more heavy and sleep was harder to fight off as the minutes passed. “Thank you for calling me Ale.” She said in a small sleepy voice.

“Thank you for answering. Bona nit, preciosa.” The tone signaling the end of the call was heard before Rosalie could even register what the Catalan had just said. She dropped her phone on the night stand and fell asleep a few moments later, with a smile still apparent on her lips. 

The next morning was chaotic to say the least. She was woken up by a very grumpy English woman who decided that throwing a granola bar at the photographer’s face was absolutely the best type of wake up. When she groaned in annoyance, the brunette was only met with “ Should’ve gone to sleep instead of chatting with La reina.” and another granola bar hurled her way. 

Lia, who was decidedly more chipper than her girlfriend, was waiting in the living room, already dressed for training with two to-go cups of coffee in hand. She handed one to the photographer with an apologetic smile. It had been agreed that Rosalie would come with them during practice and would have access to the gym and facilities while the team was out on the field. Then, Beth, Viv, Victoria, Steph and the LW’s would all go for a coffee together. 

It seemed like a simple plan, nothing too fancy, nothing stressful. But on the car ride to the training ground, Rosalie could feel the steady build up of anxiety. She was happy to visit her old stomping ground and see the people she had worked with for two years, but she also dreaded seeing some others. The brunette did not have more time to prepare herself because Leah pulled up at her parking space and her door had already swung open. A second later, her own door was opened and a hand was dragging her out of the safety of the car. 

“ You listen to me very carefully now, Frenchy.” she said with a serious, almost scary look in her eyes. Lia had walked a few steps ahead, giving the two women the privacy they needed. “ If she so much as looks at you the wrong way, or tries to talk to you, you let me know, got it?”

“I can take care of myself.”

“You do that, and I’ll take care of her.” Leah said, turning around and motioning to the photographer to follow. 

The girls were already all on the field when the trio arrived. Rosalie had not realized that they had arrived later, most likely to prevent the photographer from being attacked by a bunch of eager footballers in the locker room before practice. As caring as the intention had been, the very same reaction happened, but simply not in the confined space of the locker rooms. For the occasion Rosalie had borrowed an Arsenal track vest, to try and blend in better, but the photographer still stuck out like a sore thumb on the field. 

The first to reach her side was Beth, who jumped in her arms despite seeing her two days ago, followed closely by Victoria Pelova, who reacted in a similar fashion. Viv and Steph arrived side by side, greeting the photographer with a warm hug and soon enough, the whole team huddled around their old photographer and friend. 

Rosalie was too busy meeting the new signings from the summer transfers, that she didn’t see who was hovering at the periphery of the circle. No one had told Katie she was coming. Seeing the brunette walk on the pitch, being surrounded by her whole team, seeing that smile stretched so wide on her delicate face, it brought back something she had not felt in a while. A voice pulled her out of her thoughts. 

“Don’t you even think about it.” It was Steph.

“ I’m not.”

“Tell that to your face.”She finally ripped her gaze from the brunette to look at the Australian beside her. “You made choices. And surprisingly, It all went great for you. You’ ve got a girlfriend that loves you, friends and teammates that forgave you and supported you.” Steph’ s eyes shifted to the brunette who had started to pass the ball with Beth and Viv while they all waited for practice to start. “ She left because staying here was too much, and she’s just started to be happy again. So McCabe please, leave her be.”

The gym had not changed since the last time she had set foot in it. It was smaller than the Barça one, she noted,  as she took place at the farthest squat rack. Time flew by quickly, so much so, that the Canadian did not realise that someone had been tasked to come get her, and was now standing next to her on the treadmill. She was startled and her steps faltered, which would have sent her flying off if strong hands had not stabilized her. “ Hey merde Miedema! You almost ended me there.”

“I’m sorry Rosie,” She said with an apologetic smile. “ We’re all done though. We’ll go shower at home and meet for coffee after.” She said, picking up the photographer’s things. They walked down to the parking lot together, without much being said. They did not need to talk, they both understood that much could be learned in the quiet stillness. It had always been like this with Viv, and the brunette loved it. 

They all met at the coffee shop which used to be their weekly meeting spot. It was small, and hidden in a small pedestrian street. The atmosphere was light and happy. Beth and Viv had brought their new puppy and Steph had brought her dog as well. 

It truly was like she had never left. The conversations were flowing. They explained to her the latest gossip among the team, skillfully skimming over a certain defender. Rosalie got to talk about her new life in Barcelona and the smile that was plastered on her face spoke volumes on how happy the brunette was. 

They moved to the park where the puppies got to burn their pent up energy, which made for very interesting pictures that would surely make it to the photographer’s instagram later. 

«Ok we’ve all waited long enough.” Beth said as they all watched the dogs roll around in the grass. “Alexia Putellas, what’s happening?”

Rosalie heard the facepalm from Leah and laughed as she turned towards the blonde. “The social media person thought it’d be funny to use our friendship to get views.” Rosalie said. She had had time to think of an answer to give her curious friends. “There’s nothing more between us, she’s just a friend.”

If the girls had noticed the light blush on her cheeks, they didn’t say anything. It was agreed that tomorrow night, they would all go out to the team’s favourite bar like they all used to. 

The next day, the team had training and other media obligations that would most likely take all day, leaving the photographer to go out for a run in her old neighborhood. She had brought in her vest a small film camera and stopped at multiple spots to capture what used to be her home. She ended up staying out for a good three hours and came back just in time to start supper.

The pub was cozy, with colourful fairy lights on the ceiling and old worn out furniture that gave the space an authentic vibe. Several tv’s were hung on the walls and showed a rugby match with teams the brunette had never seen before. The pub was busy enough with people clearly here for the game and others just enjoying a pint with friends. A few of the girls had already arrived and had settled on the large table at the back, engaged in deep conversation. 

It was easy to go out with the arsenal girls. They were not a rowdy bunch and there was no language barrier keeping her from having to concentrate to keep track of conversation. It was familiar and Rosalie realized that she needed this after being away and adjusting non-stop to a completely different environment. 

She was in the middle of arguing with Beth and Victoria over something completely frivolous, when the table fell silent and all eyes focused on the people who had just crossed the threshold. 

Most of the girls knew not to invite her, so Leah was clueless as to how the Irish woman had known they were all gathering tonight. But upon seeing the guilty face of the new girls, she realized that one of them probably wasn’t aware of the history between the photographer and the Irish woman. Thankfully the last chair available was at the far end of the table, next to Kyra and Russo. 

Rosalie tensed as soon as she heard the thick accent. She tried hard to tune out the sound of her voice, but her ears were so used to seeking out her voice, it was like she could not escape it. Slowly, the brunette grew more and more uncomfortable, and it was clear to all who surrounded her, so it wasn’t a surprise when finally, the French-Canadian excused herself to get some air. 

Fall was slowly creeping in, the wind picking up and stinging Rosalie's cheeks leaving them rosy and cold. She could hear the muffled sound of cheering from the sidewalk, another try from the home team no doubt. She heard the door open and someone stepping out, but she stayed still, not bothering to turn around. It was probably one of her friends making sure she was already anyway. 

“Still not a big fan of crowds?” The speed at which the Rosalie tuned would have given whiplash to anyone. 

“You don’t get to come out here.” It was a tone Katie had never heard from the photographer before. It was firm, every word laced with venom. She almost took a step back when her eyes met her green ones. There was a fire in them that told the defender she had not, and would not, forgive her. 

“ I just wanted to talk.” She said taking a careful step towards the brunette. 

“You already said everything. All I’m asking is for you to stay away. You’ve got everything you wanted, everyone you wanted. Leave me alone Katie.”

“What is wrong with you?” Katie said, almost offended by the brunette’s attitude. Rosalie had never held her own against her and it was nerve wracking for the arsenal player. “I just wanna talk! You can’t talk to me like this.”

“You lost all respect from me the day I discovered your lies. I'll talk to you how I see fit.”

“I already apologized for that. Rosalie please, it’s not the same with you gone. Just hear me out please.” Rosalie didn’t move. She faced the street, hoping that the defender would give up and go back inside, or even better, leave the pub. But it was all wishful thinking. She knew her too well and the defender never backed down from a fight. 

“What happened in Spain? You changed. What did she tell you to make you believe you could treat me this way?” Her last sentence threw her off. 

 “What are you…” 

“Oh so what, you attach yourself to the biggest name in women's football and think it won’t be the only thing we hear about?” She said with unrestrained anger. “Do you need that much attention?”

As if she had been summoned, Rosalie’s phone chimed with a new message, no doubt from the Spanish midfielder. Katie raised her eyebrows, knowing exactly who that text was from without needing to ask. 

“She has nothing to do with this! And even if what you are insinuating was true, why would it matter? Who I am seeing is none of your business.”

“It’s everyone’s business if you rub it all over instagram.” She spat at the photographer’s face. “It’s just a PR stunt. You’re a fool if you think otherwise.” 

There she was, the Katie McCabe she knew. The one who shattered her without any regret. She was speechless. All her bravado from earlier was gone, the defender had pushed too far and now she was back to how it was before. The Irish woman throwing her tantrum while she stayed still, with tears threatening to spill. 

“Enough.” Rosalie had not registered the arrival of another person, too focused on holding herself together and not showing any emotions. When Leah appeared in her line of sight, Rosalie let a long sight out. 

“Can you hear yourself right now? What would your girlfriend say if she heard you?”

“I’m just looking out for her!”

“This is clearly not for  her benefit, don't try to justify your jealousy McCabe.” She said standing between the photographer and the defender. “Go get your stuff and leave, we’ll talk about your bullshit tomorrow.”

Leah made sure that the Irish woman left and then met the photographer outside again. “Wanna talk about it?” She asked, knowing the answer already. 

“It’s ok, I kinda just wanna go to bed right now.” She said, eyes still fixed on the pavement. 

“I’ll go get the car.”

“I think I’d rather walk if that’s ok.” Leah knew that the woman needed some quiet, so she handed her her keys and left a kiss on the photographer’s forehead before watching her walk away.

[wileys-russo]

filling the void (3) II a.putellas x sister!reader

prequel one two

since you all wanted to be hurt so bad here is more angst! and for the sake of the broken and left behind younger sibling support club, a little comfort and some steps forward too - song i listened to when writing was we might be dead by tomorrow by Soko! filling the void (3) II a.putellas x sister!reader

after your outburst it worried eli to watch you retract into yourself, and for an entire week bar going to work you hardly left your room.

something out of character for someone like yourself who since your sisters decided they didn't want to spend time with you anymore, had thrown yourself head first into social activities with people who did.

you still saw your friends at work and when they drove you home or picked you up for a shift, but you had a variety of excuses to avoid the dinners or hang outs you were invited to outside of that, alarming not only eli but also your friends now.

your friends had all of course been filled in on the discourse of your apparent abandonment, having assured you time and time again that it wasn't your fault.

they spent time affirming to you that it was just an unfortunate side affect of the large age gap which wasn't something you had any control over. they all did their best to make you feel supported in your emotions whilst also encouraging you not give up on the relationship with your sisters entirely.

something that probably would have benefited both alexia and alba to know, at first feeling sorry for themselves after your outburst. this was then channeled into a disapproval for these new older friends you kept close.

guards went up from both of your sisters about how these strangers were trying to replace their space in your life, they were your older sisters not these new girls hanging around.

eli had all but banned alba and alexia from coming over throughout the week following your explosion at them, warning you needed space and time and that the more they pushed you the further away you'd pull, case in point your outburst in the first place which had spawned from both of them going at you too hard and too fast.

but when the weekend rolled around and still you made no move to leave the comfort of your bedroom or the family home eli decided maybe it was time she step in a little, unable to see any change in your antisocial behaviour unless she offered a somewhat forceful helping hand.

"hija." you looked up from a book your head was buried in with a raised eyebrow. "i am going to watch alexia's game soon." eli started as you noted she was dressed in a barcelona jersey with alexias name and number proudly on the back.

"okay." you nodded with a small frown of suspicion, unsure why she was really telling you this and sensing maybe there was more to it.

"you should come with me." the woman continued encouragingly with a warm smile. "are you asking me or telling me mami?" you questioned with a sigh making the older woman chuckle.

"telling. you have not left the house all week nena and i am worried about you." her voice softened the last few words as you sighed. "mami i'm fine! i am going to see my friends tomorrow night." you promised as she hummed.

"really? that is good then." eli smiled happily as you hummed. "sí, they said if i did not come willingly they would break in here and kidnap me, so i didn't really have a choice." you sighed making your mami chuckle.

"bien. now get dressed we leave in ten minutes!" eli clapped as you made a face. "wait i still have to come?" you asked with a small groan as she nodded. "sí, i was telling not asking." the woman smiled as you groaned again but snapped your book shut.

and sure enough ten minutes later you were following her out the door albeit begrudgingly, your airpods confiscated the moment you tried to put them in, deflating even further as you slid into the car.

"don't look so miserable fresa, watching one football match will not kill you." eli chuckled throwing the car into reverse as you sighed dramatically. "i could only dream of being so lucky." you mumbled sliding on a pair of sunglasses.

"why are we here?" you questioned a little anxiously as you recognized the street she turned down a little while later. "picking up your hermana, she is also coming." eli spoke with a slight air of caution, glancing to you as you frowned clearly a little lost in your thoughts.

"mi hija i know your sisters have really hurt you i am not dismissing that, and i will not push you any further then you are ready to when it comes to letting them fix it. but you are all still my daughters and i enjoy spending time with all of you, together." eli tried to put it as gently as she could as you sighed but nodded none the less.

when you didn't say anything further eli didn't prompt you to do so, waving at alba who locked up her place behind her and made her way to the car, surprise flickering clearly across her face seeing you sat in the front seat.

"hola mami." your sister slid into the back, leaning forward and kissing eli's cheek, contemplating for a brief second whether to greet you in the same way but thinking better of it and settling back in her seat.

"hi fr-hermana." alba was quick to catch herself, eli flashing her a small smile through the rear view mirror as you hummed and mumbled back a greeting, gaze trained out the window.

you zoned out of the conversation which followed the duration of the drive to the stadium, alba trying a couple of times to include you but when she only received one word replies she recognized that was likely doing more harm than good and ceased her efforts.

you stuck out a little once you all arrived, finding your seats in the friends and family section and you were one of the only spectators sat without a jersey on.

you of course had more than enough to choose from. as you grew up alexia had gifted you with countless jerseys both for spain and barcelona.

some she'd played in during important games and wanted you to have over anyone else, and some were just spares, getting most of your immediate family members the latest kits as soon as they dropped.

but when you'd stopped bothering to go to her games you had assumed this ceased. but unbeknownst to you alexia had a whole horde of jerseys at her home for you, but at her own fault barely having spent much time with you had disallowed her to be able to gift them to you.

so even though you could have easily worn a barcelona jersey, you were still upset with both of your sisters. so to wear alexia's name and number on your back felt a little too close to home for the time being which eli had respected enough not to bring up when she'd noticed.

you'd managed to busy yourself with your phone for a good half an hour, sat on one side of your mami as alba sat on the other, the two engaged in their own conversation that your anti social behaviour prompted you not be involved in.

but everything changed when eli stood to use the bathroom before kick off, alba then taking it upon herself to slide across one seat now sat right beside you causing a small sigh to drop from your lips.

"hermana." alba started gently and you recognised where she'd be angling this conversation from the soft tone of her voice.

"alba por favor i really do not want to talk about the other night, i do not even want to be here." you exhaled honestly, watching the warm ups on the pitch and avoiding her eyes.

"then why did you come?" your sister asked curiously, propping her arm over the back of her chair to rest her head on her fist. "mami made me." you grumbled in annoyance crossing your arms across your chest with a frown.

"so you don't have a curfew and go out at all hours of the night doing whatever you want with her permission but mami can still make you come to ale's games?" alba spoke as your head whipped around to snap at her though seeing the teasing smile on her face you realized she wasn't serious.

"sí." a small smile crept onto your lips which disappeared quickly. "saw that." alba commented quietly, turning her eyes back to the pitch as yours rolled.

thankfully before you were subjected to anymore small talk eli returned, but to your dismay alba didn't move seats and instead was now sat still beside you as eli sat on her other side.

when warm ups finished alexia's eyes drifted to the crowd, spotting olga sat with a few friends and waving before looking for her family. she spotted eli with a grin, waving again as alba did the same and for a moment alexia's eyes glanced over you without a second thought.

but then they snapped right back and widened in shock, not having seen you at a game for a long time now she hadn't even realised the figure sat beside alba was you.

"mami made her come!" alba mouthed giving the captain a subtle thumbs up as you missed the entire thing, attention focused on your phone.

catching eli's eye next alexia mouthed a thank you as the older woman smiled and gave a curt nod, alexia hurrying off to follow after the team to the change room.

upset with her or not and no matter how long it had been since you were at estadi johan cruyff there was no denying your sister was a force to be reckoned with on the football pitch, and she was enigmatic to watch play.

just before she was subbed off in the second half alexia lined up near the goal when caro stepped up to take the corner, delivering the ball in perfectly for your sisters head to knock it into the back of the net.

you looked around as the crowd errupted, chanting alexia's name as you of course clapped her goal though without quite as much enthusiasm as those around you.

you watched your sister turn toward where the three of you were sat and make a weird signal with her hands, blowing a kiss at your mami before racing back for kick off.

"you saw that, sí?" alba nudged you with a grin as you gave her an odd look. "qué?" you questioned a little confused as to what you were supposed to have been looking at.

"ale's celebration. E, A, F." alba recreated it with her own hands as the strange look didn't drop from your face and your older sister rolled her eyes.

"e-" she pointed at eli beside her. "-a-" she pointed at herself. "-f." she pointed to you as it clicked. "oh." you mumbled, dropping your sunglasses down over your eyes and remaining quiet for the duration of the match.

"can i go wait at the car?" you asked hopefully, glancing to eli as the stadium had now mostly cleared and the girls friends and families were making their way down to the pitch to greet the team on their six to nil win.

"no, stay where i can see you please hija there are a lot of people around still. i think you should come say hi to your hermana, but i will not push you." eli squeezed your shoulder with a gentle smile as you nodded, staying in your seat as she headed down to the barrier where alexia was already speaking with olga and alba.

you pulled your knees up to your chest and sighed, doom scrolling through your social media's to try and pass time as you attempted to ignore the internal battle your mind was having whether to go greet your sister or not.

"well well well, hola diablillo." you jumped a little in shock as a new body dropped down into the seat beside you, sunglasses snatched from your face and placed onto her own as you couldn't help but grin.

"you are so annoying maría give them back!" you laughed reaching for them as she clicked her tongue and pushed your hand away each time you reached to take them back.

"no i think i will keep them, they look better on me anyway no?" mapi teased before pulling you into a hug. "it has been some time since we've seen you here diablillo." mapi's voice was a little softer now and you weren't sure if alexia had filled her in at all on what had happened lately.

"sí, i have been busy." you shrugged dismissively making mapi chuckle. "ohh because you are so grown up now, just a little worker girl hm? too grown up to slum it with your sisters friends at a football match." mapi teased pinching and pulling at your cheeks playfully.

as you caught up with the older girl who seemed in no rush to go greet the rest of her teammates you were too occupied to feel alexia's eyes where she watched on from the barrier.

eyebrows furrowing and a strange feeling twisting in her stomach at the way you easily conversed with her best friend, rough housing around with her and laughing, just like how you used to with alexia.

"amor." olga's hand caught her wrist as she jumped the barrier to head up toward you, giving her girlfriend a slight look of warning as alexia tugged her hand away.

"i am just going to say hi." alexia promised as olga still looked unsure but nodded, turning around as someone called her name and alexia headed off up into the stands.

"you know diablillo you are nearly old enough for some of these of your own, maybe you come over and i will bust out my gun sí?" mapi grinned wolfishly, showing you a few of her new tattoos.

your eyes lit up in awe as they traced the deep inkings which wrapped around the older girls limbs, the exact same way they had as a child when you first laid eyes on her.

"i don't know how our mami would feel about that maría, stop being a bad influence." alexia's tone was teasing but she didn't miss the way your entire body seemed to tense at her arrival, mapi grinning up at her best friend none the less.

"me? capitana i would never." mapi gasped, standing to her feet and messing up your hair before handing you back your sunglasses. "you call me and we can talk more about it. adios diablillo!" mapi addressed you now with a wink, messing up your hair before making her way down to where ingrid was waiting, the tall norweigan sending you a kind smile and a wave which you returned.

"hola." alexia recaptured your attention now, your body stiffening as she sat down beside you, your sister frowning a little as you leaned your body away from hers just slightly.

"did you enjoy the match?" alexia asked, cautious of her every word as you nodded. "sí, it was a good win." you acknowledged, resting your chin on your knee as your fingers drummed anxiously against your thigh.

"i am glad you came, i have missed seeing your face in the stands." alexia's next words sent a strange feeling through you. "you didn't even notice i stopped coming." your words came out before you could stop them, alexia deflating a little as still you refused to look at her.

"fresa-lo siento hermana." alexia was quick to correct, trying her best to remember snippets of what you said the other night. "i know i did not and i really really want to-" she couldn't even finish her sentence before you shot to your feet.

"i need to go to the bathroom." you were gone before alexia could blink, scrambling away like a startled deer as your sister sighed and tiredly dragged her hands down her face.

there was a soft touch to her shoulder and she glanced up to see her girlfriend looking down at her sympathetically. "no luck?" olga winced slightly as she sat down and alexia shook her head.

"i barely said two words and she was gone. she looked terrified, and of me!" alexia struggled to get out with another deep sigh as olga rubbed her back.

"we talked about this ale, slow. fresa needs time and i know you want to fix it cariño but you have to let her come to you, she needs to want to fix things." olga reminded softly as alexia nodded, kissing the girls cheek appreciatively before the two of them stood and made their way back down to the pitch.

your airpods finally returned to you they were quickly stuffed in your ears as you allowed alba the front seat and slipped into the back, swaying your head a little to the music bouncing around your head as eli drove home.

you were snapped back to attention as someone tapped your knee, pausing your music and pulling one of them out, alba having turned around from the front to smile at you as you were now stopped outside her house.

"would you want to get breakfast tomorrow?" your older sister asked careful not to come on a little too strong but it was hard not to miss the hopeful look in her eye.

"i have plans already." you declined as your sister nodded in understanding. "maybe another time then." she squeezed your knee quickly and kissed your mami's cheek goodbye, thanking her for driving before she was gone.

"are you going to get in the front nena or make me drive you home like a taxi?" eli caught your eye with raised brows making you grin, unbuckling yourself and moving to the front seat, your door closing and belt re-buckling before she drove off.

"i thought your friends were kidnapping you tomorrow night?" eli hinted subtly as you looked out the window and hummed. "they are." you confirmed with a small nod.

"do you have other breakfast plans then?" "no." you sighed, sensing some sort of lecture might follow.

"i'm not ready yet mami." you added on honestly, still trying to come to terms with it all and what you thought was best for you going forward now you had some time to process everything.

"fair enough fresa, take all the time you need. but know your hermana's do love you, very very much."

~

"this is nearly done, go choose something to watch." eli nodded as you moved off the stool you'd been sat on and headed toward the living room, clicking on the tv.

"something funny? a love story? action movie?" you called out as you flicked through the genre's. "mami do you have a pref-" you glanced toward her right as there was a loud clatter and your eyes widened.

"mami! estás bien?" you were by her side in an instant, the older woman clutching her chest and rapidly shaking her head as you panicked. "mierda!" you fumbled around in your pockets, pulling out your phone and calling for help.

you rattled off quickly what was happening, your anxiety sky rocketing as suddenly the older woman fell to the ground still clutching at her chest as the medical officer on the other end of the line calmly told you an ambulance was dispatched and talked you through what to do.

"mami? mami? mami!" you repeated, struggling to breathe yourself as suddenly the older womans eyes closed and she went limp and unresponsive. the operater encouraging you stay on the line and assuring the ambulance would be there any second now.

"i don't know if she's breathing!" you cried out, unsure how to check for a pulse as rapid knocks were heard at your door and you forced yourself away from eli's limp body, two paramedics barreling in the moment you unlocked the door.

the operator now hanging up a third paramedic gently assured you were doing all the right things and eli needed to go to hospital, promising you that she was still breathing as you nodded.

"is your papi here querida?" the paramedic asked softly as you watched them carefully load your mami onto a stretcher. "he's dead." you replied bluntly, panic peaking as the other two spoke so fast you couldn't understand but they were saying but you knew it was serious.

"venga, go get your shoes and you can ride with your mami in the ambulance." the older woman squeezed your shoulder with a kind smile, repeating the words and shaking you lightly when you remained rooted in spot watching them push the stretcher into the back of the ambulance.

your worry only continued when no one could really give you any answers, only repeating you would be at the hospital soon as they lowered an oxygen mask onto eli and spoke to one another in what felt like a second language over her head.

it was worse when you finally did arrive to the hospital, your mami wheeled off and out of sight as you panicked when you were informed you couldn't go with her and would need to sign it at the front desk and wait in emergency for further information.

"how old are you cariño?" the receptionist asked carefully when taking down your information. "seventeen." you replied, eyes straying every few seconds to the doors eli had been wheeled away into as if willing she would miraculously walk back out and all would be fine.

"you need to be over eighteen to be an emergency contact and sign the paperworker for your mami. is there anyone else who could come?" the lady asked as you sighed but nodded, knowing exactly who you needed to call as you excused yourself and pulled out your phone.

"alexia? algo malo sucedió, i need you."

~

alexia thanked the gods that she wasn't caught by police as she flew down the streets of barcelona going easily double the speed limit, barely saying two words to olga before she had her keys in hand and was sprinting out the door already on the phone to alba.

finding a park she locked her car and raced across the lot, chest tightening as she stepped into the emergency department, eyes scanning the waiting room before finally spotting you.

you'd always been shorter than her but sat on the chair in the waiting room drowned in a hoodie which was two sizes too big and staring off into space you looked positively tiny in alexia's mind.

you jolted and tensed up as arms were thrown around you, alexia noticing right away and letting go trying not to focus on how much it pained her that even in the current situation you couldn't hug her.

"you have to go fill in the admission paperwork at the front desk." you mumbled with a nod, refusing to even look her in the eye as you tucked your knees to your chest resting your chin on them.

spotting alba over your shoulder alexia caught her eye and stepped away toward the front desk leaving you with her, glancing repeatedly to the two of you every few seconds as she filled in the necessary documents.

"someone will be out later with more information." was the only answer she got when asking for an update on eli's condition, frustrated but knowing that now all you could all do was wait.

"hermanita what happened?" alexia crouched down in front of you as alba sat beside you, you shifted a little uncomfortably under the intensity of their stares but sighed.

"i don't know. mami was making dinner and everything was fine, i stepped away to find something for us to watch and i looked over when she dropped something and she was just grabbing at her chest-" you began to recount, your sisters hanging off your every word.

"-she couldn't speak she didn't even yell out or cry in pain or anything she was just silent but she looked terrified. then i called the ambulance and she fell down and her eyes closed and she went limp, i didn't know if she was breathing." you exhaled shakily and paused for a second before continuing.

"she didn't respond to anything i said or did she just laid there. and then the paramedics came and put her on a stretcher and we went in the ambulance and came here. then they wheeled her off back there and wouldn't tell me anything because i'm not eighteen." you puffed out air through your nose at that last part.

"they wouldn't tell me anything either, just said someone will be out with more information later." alexia sighed wearily, standing to her feet and sitting on your other side.

"oh fresa." alba started sympathetically, stretching an arm across your shoulders intending to draw you into her side but you shrugged her off. "please don't touch me." you muttered, your sisters sharing a concerned look over your head.

"hey nena we just-" alexia tried next, her hand which sat on your leg pushed away as you wordlessly stood and moved to a different row of chairs on the other side of the room sitting back down.

"just give her some space ale, she's clearly shaken up." alba stopped alexia where she stood to follow you. "even now she runs away like she's scared. mierda we're in the hospital!" alexia snapped as alba pulled her into a hug.

"she's not scared of you alexia she's just hurt, and we both know she has every right to be." alba reminded as the older girl exhaled and sunk back into her chair with a nod, both of them watching you cautiously as you seemed on another planet just looking off into space.

"segura?" around an hour later an official looking woman in scrubs and a clipboard called out, both of your sisters up and on their feet as you were quick to follow.

"daughters?" the woman clarified as you all nodded.

"your mami went into mild cardiac arrest, she's mostly stable but still out while we run some more tests to try and determine the cause. her heartbeat is quite irregular and she's having trouble breathing on her own so we've got her hooked up to a ventilator." the woman explained reading off her clipboard.

"can we see her?" alexia asked hopefully, deflating at the shake of head that followed. "she's in the coronary ward but she's being taken for some more tests soon. once we get the results of these initial ones she's just had someone will come speak to you, but all three of you don't need to be here." you frowned as that last sentence was clearly directed your way.

"gracias but we will all be staying." alexia stepped up protectively, the woman nodding before she stepped away and alexia rolled her eyes. "hey, have you eaten?" alba suddenly realised looking at you as you shook your head.

"vamos, the cafeteria should still be open." alba encouraged as you made no move to argue with her, tucking your hands into the pockets of your hoodie and nodding.

"go call olga. do you want a coffee?" alba checked as alexia nodded appreciatively, all three of you parting ways. you seemed lost in your own head as you arrived to the cafeteria, alba bumping you gently with her shoulder and nodding for you to pick something.

anxious and uptight you simply chose a sandwich, not really wanting to eat but knowing your sister well enough that if you didn't pick something she'd just pick for you.

"coffee?" alba offered as you shook your head, quickly paying for your sandwich before she could. "hey! i would have gotten that." your sister shoved you lightly as you shrugged, alba relieved when you didn't complain about the slight touch. "i have money." you replied dismissively, moving to take a seat while alba waited for their coffees.

it would seem you were hungrier than you realised as you polished off the sandwich in a few bites, finishing right as alba grabbed the coffees and you stood to follow her back to the waiting room, grateful she wasn't trying to push a conversation.

you took your seat again on the other side of the room to your sisters, missing the way their eyes raked over you with concern at how you stared blankly off into space, not a hint of emotion present in your features.

you of course were plagued with emotions, especially a growing anxiousness toward all the 'what ifs' which came with your mami's hospitalization and all the unknown details.

but determined to prove once and for all you weren't a baby anymore you'd bottled these feelings up, keeping them under lock and key in your own mind as you did your best not to let them show.

though as more time passed that anxiety grew and grew and grew and suddenly you couldn't seem to rid your brain of all the worse case scenarios racing around on repeat, sending your body into a sort of shock as you blocked out the world around you.

shaking your head and trying to zone back in you stood, needing a drink of some sorts and remembering having passed a vending machine on your way back from the cafeteria.

alexia watched you go with a small frown, alba having somehow fallen asleep in the hard chair next to her as the time was now nearing midnight and still they'd had no further news.

the overprotective older sister in her told her to call olga and have her come pick you up and take you to their home, though the slightly quieter but more rational side knew if she even suggested that it would only upset you and you'd refuse.

when a few minutes passed and you didn't return alexia grew a little worried, shaking a grumpy alba back awake and shoving half a cold coffee into her hand before following after you.

you glared at the vending machine in annoyance as again you tapped your phone to pay and punched in the numbers for the drink you wanted but it made no move to deliver it to you.

"vamos!" you shook it hoping that might help though to no avail as again nothing happened. trying another two times you were getting dangerously close to a breakdown as all of your bottled up emotions simmered on the surface and you gave the machine a hard kick.

finally the arm moved and grabbed the drink you wanted, but your eyes widened in disbelief as it seemed to die before it could drop into the awaiting chute, the entire machine going dark.

and that, that was what caused you to snap.

a string of curses left your mouth and hot tears welled up in the corner of your eyes as you kicked the machine over and over, missing alexia appear at the end of the hallway and race toward you.

"hey hey hey." you tensed as her arms grabbed your biceps and pulled you away, delivering one last hard kick to the machine before alexia had tugged you out of reach.

"get off!" you grunted though it came out as more of a choked up broken sob as alexia's heart dropped and despite the warning voice in the back of her head she refused to let go.

"alexia let go of me!" you cried out trying to pull away but your sister shook her head. "no." you weren't sure if it was the tone of her voice, your sheer exhaustion or the final overflow of the emotions which had been simmering for the last few hours but you gave in.

it was now alexia who tensed up in surprise as you suddenly turned in her arms and hugged her tightly, fists balling at her jumper as alexia relaxed and held you.

"está bien fresa, está bien. mami will be fine, everything will be fine." your sister cooed, hand rubbing small circles on your back as the other cradled your head which pressed into her shoulder.

a nurse walking past gave alexia a sympathetic smile which she returned, whispering assuring words in your ear and holding you tightly, no different than she would when you were upset and much younger.

after a few minutes you managed to calm yourself down a little, and realising who it was that was actively holding you had you pulling away and wiping your eyes with the corner of your sleeves.

"do you want to go for a walk?" alexia offered softly, and as much as the prospect of being alone with her wasn't ideal you really weren't up for returning to the silent stark white waiting room just yet so you nodded.

"wait." alexia held up a finger, glancing around to make sure no one was around before quite literally ramming her body shoulder first into the vending machine as your drink dropped down into the chute from the force.

"needed a footballers touch." your sister smiled handing it to you as you quietly thanked her. not really with any destination in mind the two of you started to wander, a comfortable distance between you as alexia ignored the urge to tuck you into her side like she would when you were younger.

"i do not think i have been in hospital this time of night since you broke your arm." alexia chanced a conversation, sending you a look which you met with a frown.

"i didn't break it alba broke it." you muttered with a slight huff causing a smile to curl onto your sisters lips at the memory.

you were eight years old and eli was working a night shift which left you in the care of both your older sisters for the evening.

showered and dinner had you'd all been watching a movie, dirty dancing, one you found incredibly boring and made a point to tell both your sisters this repeatedly throughout the entire film.

"he's strong!" you marveled as suddenly the main actor lifted his female counterpart into the air, holding her up easily and turning her around mid air. "pft thats easy!" alba dismissed with a scoff as you lifted your head from alexia's lap.

"you couldn't do it, chicken legs." you challenged as alba shot you a filthy glare which had you shrinking into your eldest sister who'd fallen asleep not long after the movie started, having trained twice today and gotten up early for a run.

"could too!" alba shot back as you shook your head. "could not." "could too!" "could not!" "could too!" "could not!"

"cállate por favor!" alexia interjected with a tired groan, eyes fluttering open and her hand moving to cover your mouth as you went to continue the argument.

"you are arguing with an eight year old?" alexia sighed at alba who rolled her eyes but ignored the question. "i could fresa. vamos, we will do it right now!" your middle sister stood and gestured for you to do the same as you wrenched alexia's hand off you.

"what are you both doing now? she should be in bed alba!"" alexia exhaled deeply, her own bed also calling her name. "bah! in a minute. go get a run up hermanita." alba ordered as you shrugged and jumped down from the couch.

"i do not even know what is happening and i know its a bad idea." alexia sighed rubbing her eyes with a shake of her head. "vale fresa, on my count!" alba encouraged readying herself as alexia watched on with a raised eyebrow.

"tres, dos, uno!" you sprinted on one, jumping as she grabbed you and indeed lifted you easily into the air. "muy bonito. the putellas hermanas everyone!" alexia's voice dripped with sarcasm as she clapped slowly with a roll of her eyes.

but what all three of you failed to miss was alba backing up dangerously close to the coffee table, alexia noticing just a millisecond too late.

"alba watch out for the-" the brunette started to warn before your sister made contact and tripped backwards. you hardly blinked then your body was dropping to the ground and a sickening crunch was heard.

"ay dios mio!" alba sat up and paled seeing your arm as you let out a scream, alexia dropping to her knees without a second thought and scooping you up. "get the car keys now!" she barked at alba who scrambled to her feet and raced off.

"hey hey hey fresa está bien, estás bien. don't cry nena don't cry!" alexia cooed, covering your eyes so you couldn't look down at your arm which was very clearly broken, your sobs muffled into her jumper as she sprinted out to the car, alba sliding into the drivers seat as alexia sat beside her still cradling you tightly in her arms.

"ale shouldn't she sit in the ba-" "drive alba! now!"

"she might have broke it but i'm the one who got in trouble for it!" alexia rolled her eyes with a small smile as you both turned around and headed back the way you came.

"i still was the worst off because it was my arm that was broken!" you reminded with a grunt. "hey you got a cast and jenni drew all over it, closest you got to having tattoos." alexia shrugged and you allowed yourself a small smile.

"and then you yelled at jenni and made her scribble over what she drew." you chuckled as alexia groaned. "because you were not going to school with detailed female anatomy on your arm." alexia sighed.

"it was educational!" "don't quote her! it was very inappropriate for an eight year old."

"that cast was so itchy it was the worst!" you sighed with a shake of your head. "then you threw a tantrum because it was white and not coloured." alexia teased lightly as you rolled your eyes.

"because liliana also broke her arm the week after and she got a red cast, and then everyone said she was faster than me." you frowned at the memory. "sí because red is the fastest colour?" alexia laughed beside you.

"obviously alexia, everybody knows that." you sighed as you both returned to the waiting room and at the tense atmosphere you clamped up again, falling silent and returning to your chair making your sister frown.

"anything?" alexia asked taking her own seat next to alba again. "she is done with tests for the night but still out of it, her breathing is better but her heart beat is still very irregular so they will monitor her closely." alba explained with a sigh, her eyes hovering over to you.

"anything?" her younger sister echoed the question back to alexia in regards to you now. "she had a slight meltdown but she didn't want to talk about it, got a hug out of her though and then we went for a walk and talked about when you broke her arm trying to do that stupid lift." alexia explained.

"and i proved i could do it!" alba defended as alexia gave her a side eye. "alba that is what you take from what i said?" the eldest putellas scoffed as alba shrugged, though before either girl could say anything the nurse from earlier reappeared and waved alexia over.

"you and your sisters should go home. you will not be able to see your mami until she is awake and more stable which will not be before tomorrow at least. she cannot afford anything to stress her out or affect her heart rate further until we have more answers on what caused the cardiac arrest." the nurse explained as alexia frowned but nodded.

"you are her emergency contact sí? we will call you once things change and you can all see your mami. but for now go home and rest, you cannot do anything else for her right now and she is in the best place being well looked after." the nurse encouraged before leaving again.

your eldest sister quickly filling alba in you were so zoned out you hadn't even seen her speak to the nurse, staring off into space as alexia took the seat beside you and bumped her shoulder into yours softly to gain your attention before filling you in.

"okay." you nodded quietly, glancing anxiously over your shoulder toward the doors where you'd last seen eli with a pained expression. "hey, they are right hermana there is nothing else we can do. you will come home with me and stay the night and we can go and see mami once she is awake." alexia's words had you shaking your head.

"its fine just take me home, i will be fine." you declined the offer firmly.

"i wasn't asking. you will stay with olga and i tonight and we can talk more about it tomorrow, its late and i think we all need some sleep. i will sleep better knowing you aren't in that house by yourself." alexia spoke softly but firmly, admittedly surprised when you gave in with a curt nod, making no move to argue.

"and you will call me as soon as you hear anything?" alba stressed as alexia sighed tiredly, unlocking her car for you to get into a little while later. "sí. as soon as i hear anything you will know!" alexia promised, drawing her younger sister into a hug before alba walked off to her own car and alexia slid into the drivers seat.

respecting that it didn't seem you were in any mood to talk alexia didn't try to make you, having already paid for her parking she slipped the ticket in and pulled out of the lot.

you watched the dimply lit streets of barcelona fly past in a blur, music filling the somewhat awkward tension in the car helping it to ease a little and before you knew it alexia was parking in the garage of her complex.

you exited the car and followed her into the elevator, still not a single word shared between either of you as your sister twirled her keys around on her finger and you both stepped out onto her floor.

alexia hadn't even turned the key in the door before it was swinging open, olga stood there with a sympathetic smile as you shuffled inside, wrapping your arms around yourself a little awkwardly as your sister kissed her girlfriend hello and closed the door.

"hermana do you want a shower? something to eat? drink?" alexia tried with a smile as you shook your head. "i'm tired." you hinted heavily, shifting from one foot to another and sending olga a small smile.

"vale, spare rooms all made up." alexia nodded behind you and with a quiet good night mumbled you were gone, door closing after you with a click as alexia seemed to deflate now you were no longer there.

"vamos mi amor, you look exhausted." olga encouraged softly, grabbing her girlfriends hand and alexia made no move to fight as she was pulled to her own bedroom, quickly changing and laying down in bed before filling olga in on everything.

"hey that sounds like some steps forward cariño? even just baby ones." the younger girl smiled softly as alexia hummed, the two finished speaking about eli and now moving onto you.

"and she came to your game, no?" olga continued as alexia shrugged. "because mami made her, and she'd rather talk to mapi than me." a slightly jealous pout curled onto her lips making her girlfriend chuckle and run a hand through her hair.

"she posted about going to the game? thats something." olga tried again as alexia gave her an odd look. "where? i did not see that." your sister frowned as olga grabbed her phone and clicked into instagram.

"see? shows she is not embarrassed to be at your game." olga showed your story as alexia's frown deepened and she was quick to grab her own phone from the nightstand.

"i don't see it?" your sister showed that your profile showed no story, comparing it side by side to olga's screen.

"amor what does this mean?" she pointed to the green trim around the edges of your story on olga's screen. "its on her close friends story." olga explained as alexia's eyes widened.

"she has a close friends story? why?" "a lot of people have them for privacy and stuff hermosa, especially teenagers." "privacy?" "sí, they might post stories that they do not want all their followers to be able to see so they have a close friends story where they can control who see's certain things." "and you....you are on her close friends." "sí, and lo siento mi amor but it looks like you are not."

"qué! i'm not going to show her stories to mami!" alexia scoffed as olga avoided her eyes. "why would she not want me on her close friends? i am a cool older sister!" alexia protested, clearly spiraling at this new information

"what? you want to say something, what?" alexia sat up a little and pressed her girlfriend who sighed. "querida. te quiero, mucho mucho mucho." olga started, grabbing alexia's hands in hers and kissing her knuckles.

"but you are...awkward ale. very very awkward!" olga winced as alexia's mouth formed a small o and she pulled her hands away. "no i am not! i play for barça, i go to fun events, i go to restaurants and bars and i travel and take nice photos. i take lots of photos of you all the time! i'm cool, i am!" alexia spiraled further as olga grabbed her hands again.

"you are thirty alexia, she is seventeen. i am sure its not personal! you are very cool amor, very cool." olga cooed in an attempt to soothe the blonde who scowled, crossing her arms and laying back down in bed.

"you are to your hermanita probably just...a little too old for her close friends story mi vida." "olga!"

~

you jolted upright in bed, body drenched in sweat and chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, tucking your knees up to your chest and rocking slightly with your eyes closed.

you hadn't had a nightmare in years but the one you'd just awoken from after the day you'd had meant your entire body was rigid and coiled with a cocktail of anxiety and dread.

being in your older sisters house in a bed and room that wasn't yours was not helping in the slightest. as your eyes adjusted to the darkness you kicked off the unfamiliar sheets which felt sticky and foreign against your skin.

managing to slow your breathing down a little you found your throat was dry, stripping off your hoodie and quietly leaving your room. a quick glance down the hall showing alexia's bedroom light was off you made a beeline for the kitchen.

you checked a few different cupboards before finally finding the glasses, doing your best to be quiet as you filled it with water and chugged it down, not hearing the soft footsteps which followed yor own.

"hermana?" you jumped a foot in the air and just caught the now empty glass by your fingertips as you nearly dropped it, grabbing at your chest and bending over a little as alexia stepped more into view.

"don't do that!" you warned in a harsh whisper, filling up the glass again and stepping aside as alexia grabbed her own glass and did the same. "lo siento. why are you up?" your sister asked with a concerned frown as you pointed to the glass in your hand and took a seat at the counter.

"did you have a nightmare? you only used to get up for water in the middle of the night when you had a bad dream." alexia asked softly once a few minutes passed and you hadn't made a move to return to your room.

you stayed silent as alexia leaned on the counter, not wanting to push you but watching the look of internal termoil clear on your face as your hands gripped the glass sat in front of you.

"if mami died i'd be all alone."

your words caught alexia off guard, a horrible sinking gut wrenching heart crushing feeling settling in her stomach as neither of you moved or spoke a word for at least a minute.

then once she seemed to snap out of the trance she'd been sent into she was rounding the counter, the thump of her glass against the counter bringing you back down to earth too and before you could take a breath there were hands either side of your face.

"no, no no no no. fresa you would never ever ever be alone. i would not let that happen no matter what i promise. i love you mi hermana, far too much to ever let you be alone. i would do anything for you!" alexia whispered out, holding your face firmly in your hands and her heart ached more seeing the tears pool in the corner of your eyes.

"then why did you stop trying to show me that? i have felt alone for the last year alexia! i felt like i have only had mami for the last year!" you could barely get your words out without your voice cracking, alexias stomach plummeting.

"because i am stupid and selfish and i saw you having friends and a life and i assumed you didn't need me around as much which was so wrong. i stopped checking in, i stopped making an effort and i hurt you. it is my biggest regret fresa, and not a day will go by where i will not wish i could change what has happened but i can't!" alexia's own eyes bore into yours filled with remorse.

"i know you are grown up now, but you will always be mi baby hermana. the same baby i held when you were born, watched learn how to talk and walk and whose hand i held when i walked you to school, who would steal my clothes or hide my boots so i didn't have to go to training because you would miss me and you couldn't come with me." alexia rambled, too far gone now to stop herself from word vomiting.

"the same baby who copied everything i did and snuck into my bed at night because you didn't like to sleep alone, who i would carry to the car when you fell asleep under the table at christmas dinner, who i tried to force to like football and accidentally knocked your front teeth out when i hit you in the face with the ball." alexia exhaled and finally stopped to take a breath before looking like she was going to continue.

"alexia." you sighed and pulled her hands away from your face.

"i know you and alba are trying, but it is really hard for me to see it as sincere when i tried for so long to tell you how i felt and neither of you listened." you spoke calmly, having swallowed the tears which wanted to burst forward.

"it is late and i am tired and it has been a really long night, i can't talk about this with you right now." you stood to your feet and went to leave, your sister grabbing your wrist gently as you paused.

"nena you would never be alone, vale? never." her lips ghosted your forehead but you were grateful she didn't pull you in for a hug, worried that would be the thing to tip you over the edge still actively swallowing back tears.

nodding at her words she let you go and the both of you returned back to your rooms though sleep didn't grace either you nor your older sister, both laying now wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

and alexia meant every word, she would fix this.

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four

[foreverisntenough]

‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

Index

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 6 - Footballers | ‘Act II’

word count - 9.4k

You stood side by side in Jude’s en suite, both of you brushing your teeth in comfortable silence. You caught each other’s reflection in the mirror, and with foam spilling from your mouth, you gave him a playful nudge. Jude raised an eyebrow, pretending to be offended by your antics.

“So, are you going to wear my jersey to the match on Saturday?” He asked you once you’d both rinsed your mouths as he leaned against the counter.

“Hmm, no, don’t think I even own a Real Madrid jersey in general actually.” You paused, looking at him with a playful smirk. 

“Sorry? You what? You don’t own a Real Madrid jersey? You should be ashamed!”  His eyes widened dramatically, and he placed a hand over his heart like he was mortally wounded.

“I was thinking maybe I’ll get a Tchouameni one, you know.” You laughed, enjoying his theatrics and contributing your own.

“Aurelien? Are you serious?” Jude dropped his jaw in exaggerated disbelief. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you just tight enough to be a little ridiculous. “Nah, not having that! You have to wear mine. I want the most beautiful girl in the Bernabéu to be in my jersey.”

“Fine, I’ll wear yours,” you said, giving in to his adorable dramatics.You grinned, leaning up to kiss him softly.

“You can wear one, sure, but you’ll have to get it yourself.” Jude wasn’t done teasing. He stepped back, crossing his arms with a smirk. 

“Wait, what do you mean?” Your smile faltered slightly in confusion.

“I’m not just giving my jersey away to anyone, you know. If you want a Bellingham top you’ll have to go to the store and buy one like everyone else.” He shrugged nonchalantly.

“Baby…Really? You could probably get 500 jerseys if you wanted to.” You burst out laughing, knowing full well he could get you one in a heartbeat.

“Nah, can’t do it. Rules are rules. You’ve gotta earn it.”Jude kept up the act, shaking his head.

“Says who? You know what…Fine. I’ll go to the store and buy your jersey like a normal person.” You rolled your eyes and pulled him in for another kiss. Jude laughed, clearly enjoying how much you were playing along. 

“Good. And when you walk into the stadium, everyone’s gonna know who you’re there to support.” He kissed your forehead, smiling against your skin. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you teased, loving the playful back-and-forth between you two. The day before the big game, you sat on the couch waiting for Jude to come home from training, a mischievous grin already forming on your face. When he walked in, still a bit sweaty and tired, he immediately caught on to your look.

“What’s that smile for?” he asked, eyeing you suspiciously.

“I’m going to the Real Madrid store on Gran Vía.” You shrugged, trying to keep the grin from growing too wide. 

“For what?” Jude chuckled, dropping his bag by the door.

“To get my jersey for the game tomorrow, of course,” you replied, standing up and giving him a playful look.

“You’re not serious. I told you, I’m not just giving one away to anyone.” Jude laughed again, thinking you were joking. 

“Exactly. My favorite player won’t give me one, so I guess I’ll have to go buy it myself.”  You rolled your eyes with a shrug still smiling.

“You’re actually going to the store?” Jude’s face softened with amusement, and he shook his head. 

“Yes! And you’re coming with me.” You poked him lightly in the chest.

“Come with you?” he repeated, laughing. “Do you want me to get mobbed? It’s impossible for me to walk around Gran Vía like a normal person. Let alone to a Real store.” His eyes widened, not sure if this was a bit or not.

“Then stay in the car. But I’m serious. If you want me in that jersey tomorrow, I need to go buy one.” You crossed your arms, still determined. 

“Fine, but I’m not stepping foot inside that store. I’ll stay in the car and watch you struggle without my help.” Jude shook his head with a smile, knowing he wasn’t going to win this.

“Deal. Let’s go.” You grinned. Before long, you both were driving down to the famous Gran Vía. Jude kept his word, staying in the car as the driver waited just outside the Real Madrid official merch store. You could feel his eyes on you as you got out and walked into the shop, a playful sense of excitement buzzing in the air. Inside, it was surreal seeing all the people browsing through jerseys and merchandise. None of them had any idea that Jude was sitting right outside in the car. You spotted his jersey on the racks and couldn’t help but laugh a little to yourself as you picked it up. You paid for the top, imagining what Jude would say about you having to actually buy it. The clerk handed you the bag, and you stepped back outside, heading toward the car with your little purchase in hand. Sliding into the car again, you flashed the bag at Jude with a grin. 

“Was a tough choice, you know” you said, teasing him.

“You really bought one, huh? I can't believe you.” He laughed, glancing at the bag. “There better a fucking number five on that jersey when you pull it out.” Jude gave you a serious face. 

“You insisted, and I’m a woman of my word.” You held up the jersey from the bag, waving it playfully. 

“Can’t wait to see you in it tomorrow.” Jude shook his head, a smirk on his face as he leaned over and kissed you.

“Can’t wait for you to see me out of it after.” You giggled nestling your body into his side as he draped his arm around you, pulling you into him tight with a kiss to your temple. 

Jude was sitting in his gaming chair the Sunday following the match you wore your newly purchased jersey to, headphones on, his eyes fixed on the screen as he played a game of fifa with his friends. Laughter and banter filled the room, though his focus was split between the game and glancing at you from time to time, peacefully tucked into his bed. The duvet clung loosely around your naked form, your bare back rising and falling with your soft breaths, completely unaware of the world around you. It wasn’t long before one of his friends on the other side of the screen noticed you in the background. 

“Oi, Jude! Who’s that in your bed, mate?” One of them teased, followed by a round of laughter. Jude rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on the game.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, brushing off the comment, his tone playful yet slightly guarded. More teasing followed from his friends, who had no idea just how deeply Jude cared for you. They saw the bare back in the background and made all kinds of assumptions, jokes flying around as they continued to rib him about the mysterious woman in his bed. You stirred slightly, half-asleep, but heard enough to catch their words. It stung, just a little, how easily Jude brushed it off. You had always known how fiercely private he was, especially about your relationship, but hearing him dismiss the situation like that gave you a small pang of hurt. You stayed still, not wanting to interrupt or make it a thing, but the ache lingered in the back of your mind. After the game ended, Jude pulled off his headset with a sigh of relief, stretching in his chair before finally turning his full attention to you. He stood up and crossed the room, his soft steps barely making a sound as he approached the bed. You stirred in the luxurious bed, your naked body still entangled in the soft sheets, a stark contrast to the intense passion from the night before. As the morning light filtered through the elegant Spanish bedroom, you felt a pair of warm lips trailing kisses down your spine, making you shiver with anticipation. It's Jude, his breath hot on your skin, waking you up in the most delightful way.

“Hey, angel,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “You still sleeping?” He asked leaning down, he pressed a few gentle kisses along your shoulder, his hand trailing up your back, fingertips grazing your skin, sending shivers through your body despite the warmth of the duvet. You slowly opened your eyes, rolling over to face him, the faint memory of the teasing fading as his touch seemed to melt it away. He smiled down at you, his hand now caressing your cheek, fingers tangling gently in your hair. His presence was warm, comforting, and in that moment, any hurt you felt seemed so insignificant.

“Don’t worry about it,” you teased back, your voice groggy but playful as you tried to mimic his earlier words. There was no accusation, just a soft laugh and a small smile that told him you weren’t holding it against him.

“You heard that, huh?” Jude’s smile softened as he leaned down, kissing you tenderly, his lips lingering longer this time. 

“Mhhmm,” you hummed, but your fingers traced up his arm, pulling him closer. “It’s okay.” The way his hands moved over you now, how he held you like you were precious, dissolved any lingering doubt. His kisses, each one deeper than the last, spoke louder than any words, assuring you that what you had was real, far more than just a fleeting moment in the background of his life. His cold hands slid over your warm naked body. 

“You look so sexy in the morning.” He whispered, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. 

“You think?” You smiled with a stretch, your full breasts rising against the silk of the sheets, and turned your head to glance at him over your shoulder, a playful glint in your eyes.  He hummed and nodded. “Better than last night?” You asked. Jude chuckled, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Up for debate, it’s not a fair comparison. You’re not doing the same thing.” He mused with with a found memory of your antics last night in bed. 

“Would you like me to be doing the same thing or maybe something new?” You asked him feigning innocence. Feeling a little daring, you prop yourself up on your elbows, your naked body on full display, and lean forward to nibble on his ear. He groaned, his hands immediately reaching for your hips, pulling you closer. 

When you returned to New York once again, you missed Jude a lot. Being apart was harder than you thought. You just wanted to hear his voice again so you decided to call Jude, pacing in your apartment,  the city lights flickering through your window.  You two had spoken a lot the second you were apart but it was just strange not being together anymore. With a longing sigh, you pick up your phone, unable to resist the urge to hear his voice. Your heart racing as the phone rang questioning if this was a good decision or not, but when he finally picked up, the tension melted away instantly. You immediately jumped back into your bed, comforted not only by your plush surroundings but now by him. 

"Hey Angel," his voice came through, soft but tinged with that familiar warmth. It was amazing how just hearing him could make everything feel lighter, like the weight of the day disappearing, the weight of your distance. Your fingers trailed idly across your silk sheets as you listened to Jude’s voice come through your phone.  Your body ached for his touch, his scent, the feel of his strong arms around you. Jude's voice resonated through the phone, instantly making your heart flutter. His warm greeting sent a shiver down your spine, you could almost feel his breath on your neck, even though he was thousands of miles away.

"Hi," you purred, the sound of his voice already soothing the ache that's been gnawing at you since you left Madrid. There was a beat of silence where neither of you spoke, but it's not awkward. It's the kind of quiet where you were both trying to figure out what to say without really saying how much you miss each other. It was obvious and while you had decided you would ‘date.’ there really was no clarity of what that meant. Dating means different things to different people. Dating could be exclusive and in a relationship or it could very well mean you’re just going on literally dates to sus things out and that’s it. The ambiguity was stressful but wither way you just wanted to hear him.  You leaned back against the pillows, your voice dripping with desire

"You okay?" Jude asked, his voice gentle, like he was testing the waters.

"I'm okay... just, you know, it's different without you." You tried to keep it light, but the words hung heavy in the air. He didn’t respond right away, you could hear him exhale, the sound of his breath stirring something inside you.

"Yeah... I know what you mean. It's weird, not having you here." There was that vulnerability again, the one that neither of you wanted to fully admit. It made your chest tighten, this unspoken longing that'd been growing between you, but the distance felt like it was pulling you closer in a strange way. You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it, and there's a soft laugh on the other end. You could imagine him running his hand over his hair, leaning back, trying to stay casual.

"Miss me?" you teased, your voice dropping just a little, testing the waters just the same. There was a pause, just long enough to make you think he might brush it off.

"Of course I do," Jude said, and there was something in the way he said it, like he's letting down his guard for a moment. It sent a shiver down your spine. "But I figured you might be too busy being my New York girl again." He cooed. 

"Not too busy for you," you replied, your voice softer now, more intimate. You shifted on the bed, pulling your knees up to your chest, imagining what it would be like if he were here with you. You can hear the change in his tone when he speaks again, a little deeper, a little more playful. 

"Yeah? What are you doing right now?" Jude asks. As you listened to his words, your fingers unconsciously started to trace the outline of your tits through the thin fabric of your silk nightgown like he had some mind control over you. You imagined Jude's hands replacing yours, his rough palms cupping your boobs, thumbs grazing your sensitive nipples.

"Thinking about you," you admitted, feeling your pulse quicken. It was a simple confession, but it changed everything. You heard him chuckle, a low, sexy sound that sends a flush through your body.

"I wish I was there with you right now," Jude murmured, his voice thick with longing. "I miss you, being close to you." He mused. Your heart skipped a beat at the honesty in his words. 

“What would you do if you were here?" You asked him, borderlining on a moan. You missed being with Jude, just in and around him, but you also really missed being in bed with Jude.  

"I'd... l'd probably start by kissing you," he sais, his voice rougher now, the playful edge slipping away, replaced by something more serious. "I'd pull you close, feel you against me." You swallowed hard, the image of him right there, touching you, flashing vividly in your mind.

"Just kissing?" you teased, trying to keep the mood light, but you can feel the heat building between you, even through the phone. He laughed softly, but there's a hunger behind it.

"Oh, l'd do a lot more than just kiss you, you know that angel.” Jude cooed. Your breath hitched at his words, the familiar warmth spreading through you, you bit your lip, trying to steady yourself. 

"Tell me," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath and Jude didn't hesitate.

"I'd run my hands down your body, press you into that mattress. You know, like I used to, when you were here with me. couldn't keep my hands off you in my bed." The vividness of his words makes you shift in your sheets, your body reacting to the mental image he's painting.

"And then?" You asked him breathily. 

"I'd take my time with you," he continued, his voice deeper now, sending a delicious shiver through you. "I'd touch you everywhere, make sure you remember exactly how good it feels when I'm the one doing it." You let out a soft moan, unable to stop yourself. 

"Jude, this is unfair." you whined, feeling the heat between your thighs.

"I think you like it," he said, his voice thick with desire now. "And I know you miss it." Your heart races as you close your eyes, lost in his words, in the sound of his voice, and the feeling of being with him, even though he's miles away.

"Baby..." you start, but your voice trails off, caught in the haze of lust and longing. You want him, more than you've ever wanted anyone, and it's almost unbearable being apart. 

"What are you wearing, YN?" Jude's voice is low and seductive, his tone making your cheeks flush. "I want to picture you while I stroke my cock, thinking of you." A naughty smile curves your lips as you sit up, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm wearing that sheer babydoll you love, the one that shows off my tits. Remember how you couldn't keep your hands off me the last time I wore it?" You smiled. You were in a Carine Gilson silk babydoll slip dress. Honestly you had put it on tonight with the intention of sending him a photo of it so it was only fair you told him.

"Fuck…yeah angel, I remember," he growled, his voice thick with desire. You had brought it with you on your last trip to Madrid. I recent purchase that clearly was serving its purpose. "I can see it now. Your perfect tits straining against the fabric, your hard nipples begging for my mouth." Your fingers moved to the hem of the nightgown, slowly lifting it up, baring your soft skin to the cool air.

 "I'm touching myself right now, Jude," you confessed, your voice breathless. "Imagining it's your hands on me." You whined a little really missing his massive hands compared to your more delicate ones. 

"Oh, fuck, baby," Jude moaned, his words speeding up as his imagination takes over. "Show me. Slide your hand down, touch your pussy for me. I want to hear how wet you are for me." He commanded you and you obeyed him immediately, you slid your hand beneath the fabric, your fingers finding the damp heat between your thighs. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you begin to stroke your swollen clit, already sensitive from thinking about Jude.

"That's it, angel," he encouraged you, his voice hoarse. "Rub your pussy. Imagine my fingers joining yours, filling you up. I want to make you cum tonight like I always do.” You closed your eyes, picturing Jude's strong fingers mimicking your movements, his touch sending electric shocks through your body. Your fingers delved deeper, circling your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that you knew drove you wild. "Yeah, just like that," Jude whispered, his voice a raspy contrast to your soft moans. "You're so fucking hot when you touch yourself. I wish I could taste you, lick you." He groaned wishing that the three thousand mile distance could evaporate. Your breathing quickened as your fingers worked feverishly, your body responding to Jude's words and the memories of his skilled mouth. 

"I’m so close," you pant, your voice hoarse with need. "I want to cum for you, Jude. Tell me what to do." You whined. 

"Fuck, yeah, cum f’me. Be a good girl and cum f’me," he urged, his voice intense. "Slide a finger inside, feel how tight you are. Imagine my cock thrusting into you, pounding that sweet pussy." You did as he said, slipping a finger inside your slick folds, groaning at the fullness. Your finger curled, searching for that sweet spot, and you add another, attempting to mimick the feel of Jude's thick cock that you could never replicate. "That's it, take it all," Jude growled, his voice a dominant command. "Fuck yourself on your fingers, Y/N. Let me hear you cum." He told you and your heart faltered. Your free hand reached up to pinch your nipple, tugging gently, just the way Jude does when he wants to drive you over the edge. The combination of sensations pushes you closer to the brink.

"Oh my god, fuck." you cried out, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your fingers moving in rhythm with your orgasm, prolonging the exquisite release.

"That's my girl. I love making you cum, even when I'm not there. Now, I want you to keep touching yourself, baby. I'm gonna cum for you too." Jude's voice is a soft, satisfied purr in your ear.  Your fingers, still wet from your orgasm, resume their dance, stroking your sensitive flesh as you listen to Jude's dirty talk. You hear the sound of his hand on his cock, the wet, slick sounds filling your ears. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm so hard for you," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "I'm gonna cum thinking of my fingers playing with your clit, your tight pussy milking my cock." Your body responded to his words, a second orgasm building swiftly. You pinched your nipple harder, imagining Jude's mouth sucking you, his teeth gently scraping your sensitive peak. "Cum with me, baby," Jude pleaded, his voice strained. "I want to hear you scream my name as I fill your pussy with my hot cum." Jude shut his eyes relishing in the images of what it was like for you to be back in his bed. His filthy words pushed you over the edge, and you cry out his name as your body convulses in pleasure. Your fingers move frantically, matching the rhythm of your heart as you climax together, connected by desire across the miles. As your breathing slowed, Jude's voice is a soothing balm. "That was incredible, baby.  So good f’me. I love making you cum, even when we're apart. I can't wait to feel your pussy around my cock again soon. Need you back with me, hmm?" He cooed.

"I can't wait. I really can’t.” You smiled, sated and content, already looking forward to returning to Madrid.

"Get a good sleep f’me and dream of me filling every inch of that gorgeous body of yours." He replied, his voice filled with adoration. You hung up the phone, a satisfied smile on your face, knowing that the next time you'd be in Jude's arms, you’d make up for lost time in the most delicious ways. Although as you laid in bed about to go to sleep that night a feeling of worry loomed over you. Was this strictly physical? You just got off to each other but said nothing about even a tentative return. What if you quite literally never saw him again.  Your stomach dropped a little trying to recall things Jude had said in the past. What were you to him. Jude sighed when you hung up. His morning was a bit brighter now considering your phone call but still he felt a bit of unease as well. He was kicking himself wondering if you were just calling him to cum. You didn’t say ‘hey Jude, I’m free next month, can I come visit?’ And Jude took that as disinterest. He got scared to ask you to actually fly over now. It felt too intense . It felt like the second you returned things would be more serious than ever. Was he ready for that? He grappled with his feelings and just settled for orgasmic calls.

When you had left Madrid things were good. Jude had always known your time together would be fleeting, but that didn’t make it any easier when your departure for New York finally came. Your days in Spain had been a dream—a blur of laughter, late-night conversations, and a closeness that seemed to grow with every passing moment. You had slipped into a rhythm so natural, so perfect, that Jude had almost convinced himself it would last forever. But reality had a way of creeping back in, and despite what Toby thought about your work, your job back in New York couldn’t wait forever. You spent your last night together curled up in his bed, the weight of the impending separation hanging over you like a storm cloud. There was no dramatic goodbye, just a lingering kiss at the airport and a promise to text when you land, though both of you knew that after that text you weren’t sure what to do next. When you left Madrid things had all been so good until they weren't.

Jude tried to distract himself after you left, throwing himself into training and matches, but the empty space you left behind felt like a constant ache. He missed you—missed the way you’d roll your eyes at his jokes, missed the sound of your laugh, missed waking up to you beside him. It was the kind of longing that settled deep in his bones, refusing to let go. You texted and called almost every day using phone sex and nudes to convey how much you missed each other. Two weeks or so after you left you both were painfully aware that the conversations were starting to be more infrequent. You both were busy but because of the infrequency it felt more pressure packed for someone to communicate how much you missed the other. No one had really had the balls to say all that you were feeling.

As you entered the third week Jude was scrolling through his phone when a notification popped up—an Instagram story from Whitney’s sister, Winnie. He tapped it open, eager for any glimpse of you, and there you were, in a dimly lit bar in New York. The sight of you smiling, your hair falling in loose waves around your shoulders, hit him like a punch to the gut. But his smile faded when he noticed the guy standing next to you, leaning in too close, his face inches from yours as you spoke. This night was no different then every night out you’d had since you met Jude. It was spent wishing Jude’s hands were on your waist. Coincidentally after being with Jude you’d find yourself with platonic groups of men. This was information unknown to Jude though. Neither of you properly able to find the time nor the courage to admit just how much you longed to be back together, how much you still felt for the other. Jude’s chest tightened, a flare of jealousy surging through him. He knew it wasn’t fair—you had every right to live your life, to talk to whoever you wanted—but the image of you with another guy, even if it was just a casual conversation, twisted something ugly inside him. He tried to shake it off, telling himself he was overreacting, that there had to be a reasonable explanation. But the jealousy festered, gnawing at him, especially as his own insecurities bubbled to the surface. The next day, everything seemed to go wrong. He had a game, and from the first whistle, it was clear he wasn’t on his A-game. His mind was somewhere else, distracted by thoughts of you and the guy in the Instagram story. Mistakes piled up, and by the end of the match, they’d lost. He never lost. He hated losing in fact. The only time Jude ever even accepted a loss was to you, hell, he even enjoyed losing to you, which was confusing enough. He could feel the weight of the loss bearing down on him, the frustration mixing with the unresolved feelings about you until he could barely think straight.

After the game, Jude headed to a club with some teammates, hoping to drown out the noise in his head. The drinks flowed freely, and he found himself slipping into a haze of alcohol and anger, the jealousy from the night before still burning under his skin. He barely noticed the girl who slid up beside him, her hair and frame reminding him of you in some hazy, distorted way. Maybe that was why he didn’t push her away when she started flirting, didn’t stop her when she whispered in his ear, her hand resting on his arm. He knew it was wrong. Somewhere deep down, past the fog of alcohol and jealousy, he knew he was making a mistake. But he was too far gone, too caught up in his own bitterness and hurt. And so, when she leaned in for a kiss, he let her. When she suggested they leave together, he agreed. The night was a blur of bad decisions, and he stumbled back to his house with her, pretending she was someone else, pretending she was you. It was effort to not only get back at you for being with another guy but to forget you. To prove to himself he just wasn’t that into you but it did neither of the two. Jude woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a sick feeling in his stomach. The girl was gone, her absence barely registering as he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, the events of the previous night crashing down on him like a tidal wave of regret. His mind raced, replaying every moment, every bad choice. The reality of what he’d done hit him hard, and he felt a deep, gnawing guilt twist in his gut. What had he been thinking? How could he have let things get so out of hand? He wasn’t the type to act out like this, to hurt someone just because he was hurting. But now, here he was, with nothing but regret to show for it. Jude groaned, rubbing a hand over his face as he tried to piece together what to do next. He knew he’d messed up, and the thought of telling you made his chest tighten with dread. What could he even say? That he’d been jealous, drunk, and stupid? That he’d hurt you in the worst way because he was too wrapped up in his own insecurities? The shame was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, Jude didn’t know how to fix things. He didn’t know if he could. But one thing was clear—he couldn’t keep it from you. You deserved to know the truth, even if it meant losing you. He just had to figure out how to say the words, and more importantly, how to face the consequences of his actions.

"So, we’re in Spain, right? And I end up hooking up with this guy whose super famous there, I guess a soccer player and he’s hot but it’s totally out of the blue. Everything's going great, like incredible night but then the morning after, I look over, and his phone lights up. And when I tell you my jaw dropped. He has a whole girl as his phone background.  I’m just sitting there like, did I really just hook up with a guy who's clearly seeing someone else? I mean, who does that? The background is like full-on couple vibes, and then I see his last text was to this girl! It literally said, 'Thinking of you xx.' I was like, wow, okay, guess I’m just the side dish in this situation. But seriously, who keeps their main girl as their phone background while hooking up with someone else? Wild, right?" The women’s voice continued her story with a mix of disbelief and amusement. Whitney's heart sank as she paused a podcast episode of two girls from California who had just been to Madrid for a brand trip, her suspicion growing with every word. 

"I swear on my life I think… I think this girl is talking about Jude on this podcast " She turned to Trent, her voice shaky. The influencer’s laugh haunting her. 

"What? Nah. You really think so?"  Trent frowns, trying to process the information. Whitney nodded, feeling a knot tighten in her stomach

"I just have this gut feeling. And if it is… Y/N needs to know." Whitney sat in silence for a moment, the words from the podcast echoing in her mind. She could feel the weight of what she’d just heard settling heavily on her chest. Her thoughts raced as she tried to piece it all together—the timeline, the details, the way Jude had been acting lately. “Trent,” she finally said, her voice trembling slightly. “This doesn’t feel right. I mean, has Jued mentioned anything? Last I heard things were like really good between them. I honestly thought they would end up being official in some capacity. That influencer could easily be talking about him. Who else would it be?” She cooed. The girls in the podcast had explained it was a young footballer at the pinnacle of the sport and that city, discussing at length how hot he was. His name was never mentioned but their description was down to the T.

“Nah, didn’t say anything to me but Y/N’s back in New York, no? Maybe they had an agreement. I can’t see him doing that on purpose but I don’t want to jump to conclusions, Whit. This could be about anyone.” Trent sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he processed what Whitney was saying.

“I know. I know.” Whitney hummed. “Jude’s always had a bit of a wild side, but he’s never been careless. He wouldn’t have his phone background as Y/N if he was seriously hooking up with someone else—unless…he was trying to prove something. I’m a little shocked she would be his background to begin with. Maybe he thought Y/N was with someone else and acted out?” She hesitantly said it as if Trent's suggestion of you and Jude agreeing to see other people when apart wasn’t even a possibility. 

“If that’s the case, it’s pretty messed up. Y/N doesn’t deserve that, and Jude’s just making things worse for himself. But we don’t know for sure.” Trent’s face darkened at the thought. 

“We need to tell her, Trent. She really fucking likes him. She deserves to know what’s going on. If it’s true…she’ll be devastated. She’ll say she’s not but she will be. This will send her. She genuinely started to like him, to trust him. Fuck…” Whitney bit her lip, her mind swirling with concern for you. 

“Yeah, we should tell her, but carefully. We don’t want to hurt her if we’re wrong or shake the relationship.” Trent hesitated, knowing how much you meant to Whitney—and to him. Whitney nodded, her resolve strengthening. 

“I’ll call her later. I just…I hate this. I hate that Jude would do something like this. It’s so unlike him, but at the same time, I can see how he’d jump to the wrong conclusion if Y/N wasn’t communicating and go and mess everything up. He really cares about Y/N, I know he does and she does too, even if they’re too scared to admit it.” Trent pulled Whtitney into his comforting embrace kissing her temple.  Whitney leaned into Trent’s touch, feeling the weight of the situation settle over them both. She knew this conversation could shatter everything you believed about your relationship with Jude, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread building in her stomach. Whitney needed a minute to think of how she was meant to tell you about her hunch or to even inquire about your relationship but she knew it was a fine and very blurry line. Whitney was terrified this would upset you and build the walls Jude had just so carefully dismantled right back up and reinforce them to the tenfold. That evening Whitney coyly snuck onto an unrelated FaceTime Trent was having with Jude. Cheekily Whitney asked how you were feigning innocence believing everything had been good between you and Jude. Jude winced telling her something along the lines of ‘fuck that.’ She had asked about you with the intention of keeping things light, but Jude’s sharp reaction caught her off guard. The way he dismissed the situation with such frustration made her heart sink. She could see Trent’s confusion mirrored in her own expression as they both tried to make sense of Jude's outburst.

"If she’s gonna fuck about in New York, then I’m not putting up with that." Jude quipped, leaving out how much your presumed actions hurt him. Whitney couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of dread, realizing there was much more to the story than she knew. As Jude continued to ramble, his words laced with anger and hurt, Trent sighed heavily, cutting him off. 

“Mate, I think you’ve got this all wrong,” Trent said, his tone a mixture of exasperation and concern. But Jude wasn’t having any of it. He seemed determined to stay in his narrative, his mind made up. Whitney’s mind raced, connecting the dots to what she’d heard on that podcast earlier. It had to be Jude. There was no other explanation for the influencer's story aligning so perfectly with Jude’s current mood. But if Jude had hooked up with someone else because he thought you were seeing another man, what would that mean for you when you found out? Whitney’s worry for you deepened, and she knew she needed to talk to Trent more privately. There was no way they could let this spiral out of control without getting to the bottom of it. Whitney finally mustered up the courage to text you asking if she could call you.  You thought it was Whitney maybe filling you in on some gossip, unfortunately it was gossip about you. You told her you’d call her in a little because in fact… you were at the airport boarding a plane. You were about to board a 6:15 pm flight from JFK to Barajas.  

“Hi baby!” You beamed anticipating to receive the same enthusiasm in return. When you arrived unannounced at Jude’s house in Madrid, the surprise on his face was mixed with something else—guilt. He hadn’t expected you, hadn’t prepared for the flood of emotions that came rushing back the moment he saw you standing there in the doorway, looking radiant and happy to see him. For a brief second, he thought maybe he could push down the truth, bury it deep and pretend everything was fine. But the guilt gnawed at him, and he knew he couldn’t. He led you inside, his heart heavy with the weight of what he had to confess. You sat on the couch, the atmosphere between you tinged with an unease that hadn’t been there before. You noticed it immediately, your intuition kicking in as you studied Jude’s expression. There was a nervousness in his eyes, a reluctance in the way he held your hand.

“Jude, what’s going on?” you asked, your voice soft but firm, not wanting to jump to conclusions but needing to know why he was acting so distant. He hesitated, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words. How could he tell you that he’d done exactly what he feared most—betrayed you, let his insecurities get the best of him, and hurt you in the process?

“Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you,” he began, his voice low and strained. “After you left… I made a mistake. A big one.” He almost mumbled. You remained silent, your heart starting to pound as you braced yourself for whatever was coming. Jude ran a hand over his hair, unable to meet your eyes. “I was angry and jealous… I saw that Instagram story of you with that guy at the bar, and I just lost it. I didn’t handle it well, and I ended up getting drunk and… I slept with someone. Someone who… well, she looked a bit like you.” The room went still, the air between you thick with tension. As Jude admitted it he was heartbroken but also embarrassed that this wasn’t the first time he’d been rash after seeing you for afar. He hated himself for not only hurting you but letting himself get so invested in someone else. You felt the words hit you like a punch to the gut, no, a knife to the heart, a wave of hurt crashing over you. But you didn’t let it show. You had always been good at that—at hiding your feelings, at keeping your emotions in check when you needed to. This was exactly what you had feared when you started falling for Jude, the reason you had been so hesitant to let yourself get close. You had known, deep down, that this kind of heartbreak was a possibility. And now, here it was, staring you in the face.

“Erm… Okay,” you said, your voice calm and even, though it took every ounce of your strength to keep it that way. “Thanks for telling me.” You drew in a slow breath, forcing yourself to stay composed. Jude looked at you, searching your face for any sign of what you were feeling, but you gave him nothing. You kept your expression neutral, refusing to let him see just how much he had hurt you. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply this cut, weren’t going to let him see the tears that threatened to spill over. You had trusted him, allowed yourself to be vulnerable, you took down the fucking glass, you leant him the fucking bag and this was how he had repaid you. But you wouldn’t break—not in front of him.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jude said, his voice breaking slightly as he reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, standing up from the couch.

“I need to go back to New York,” you said, your tone clipped and distant. “I have work to do.” You snipped. Jude’s heart sank as he watched you retreat into yourself, the warmth and closeness that had been there between you replaced by a cold detachment. He wanted to reach out, to pull you back, to somehow make you understand how much he regretted what he’d done. But he could see the wall you were putting back up, the way you were shutting down, and he didn’t know how to break through it.

“Y/N, please… I didn’t mean—” he started, but you cut him off.

“Don’t,” you yelled sharply, your eyes finally meeting his. “You don’t get to say anything else right now. I need to go. I’m getting an uber because you can’t even fucking drive.” And with that, you turned and walked out of the house, leaving Jude alone with his guilt and regret and an additional dig about not having a license that made this sting all the more. .

The flight back to New York was a blur for you. You kept yourself composed, your expression carefully blank, but inside, you were a storm of emotions. Anger, hurt, betrayal—it all swirled together, fueling a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface for too long. You had let yourself fall for Jude, let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. But it wasn’t. He had let you down, just like everyone else before him. When you landed in New York, you knew you needed a distraction, something to numb the pain that was threatening to consume you. You went out that night, dressed to kill, your makeup flawless, your hair cascading in perfect waves. You were in a dress that some would argue even a dress at all. It was a Retrofete completely sheer glittery maxi dress.  You looked better than ever, and you knew it. If Jude was going to betray you like that, then you weren’t going to sit around and wallow in your pain. You were going to take back control, even if it meant doing something reckless.

At the club, you spotted him almost immediately—an NFL player you had met once before, a professional football player, American football, who was charming enough, handsome enough, but ultimately forgettable. You couldn’t even remember his name, maybe it was John or maybe James. He was exactly what you needed tonight: someone who could give you a temporary escape, someone who wasn’t Jude. You didn’t care that he wasn’t the one you wanted; all that mattered was that he was there, and he was willing and he wouldn’t ask. You were no longer the version of yourself who had spent nights wrapped up in Jude’s arms, feeling safe, cherished, and adored. You were on autopilot, your heart numb, yet furious, aching in a way that couldn’t be softened. Jude had taken that from you—turned every kiss, every laugh, every whispered promise into something false. Whitney’s sister Winnie was more than willing to help you forget although she just assumed it was a bad work day not the crumbling of a relationship. She was never one to turn a night out down. The club was packed, bodies pressed together in a blur of movement and flashing lights. You threw back a tequila shot as soon as you walked in, the alcohol buzzing through your veins, giving you the illusion of control. But every sip, every beat of the music, felt hollow, drowned out by the thundering hurt inside you. As you danced, with the intention of fucking John or maybe James you let the night blur as then storm inside continued to brew. In an instant your facade was shattered though. That’s when you saw it. A guy in the crowd, laughing, chatting with his friends, wearing a Bellingham jersey. Your stomach twisted violently, and you pushed past the people surrounding you, barely making it to the bathroom before you retched. 

“Breathe, please,” Winnie said, her voice gentle but panicked. She was by your side in an instant, her hand on your back, trying to soothe you as you knelt over the toilet. But you couldn’t stop. The tears started then—hot, angry tears spilling down your cheeks, mixing with the sweat from the dance floor and the bitterness rising in your throat. “Y/N please. I don’t know what happened but this isn’t right please.” Winnie’s eyes had gone wide. You slumped against the bathroom stall, trying to hold yourself together, but everything was falling apart.

“I loved him! I loved him. I loved him and he just had to fuck some plastic version of me. I work for this Win. I fucking work for this!” You sobbed gesturing to your incredibly toned physique. “I loved him,” you sobbed, your voice broken, raw. “I fucking loved him.” You yelled through tears. Winnie was in utter shock hearing you say that. 

“Y/N I know. Fuck.” Winnie ran her hands over her face a little overwhelmed. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know about that. I didn’t know you even said I love yous.” In all the years she knew you she wasn’t sure she ever heard you say you loved a boy.

“We didn’t! And I’m fucking glad I didn’t!” you gasped between sobs, feeling the weight of that truth crush you. “Fuck him!  I can fuck someone too. I’m glad, Winnie, because he doesn’t deserve to know I loved him.” You cried uncontrollably. “I’m gonna go fuck James.”

“I think it’s John.” Winnie smiled. She crouched down beside you, her face full of concern.  “But that’s not right Y/N.” You shot her a vicious glare. “Okay, sorry. Pop off queen.” Winnie quipped with sarcasm and disapproval. 

“He went and slept with someone else,” you choked out, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “Some fake, plastic version of me, and it was all a joke to him. I looked her up and now... now I’m going to sleep with someone too.” You wiped your face with the back of your hand, tears still streaming uncontrollably. You’d never been the type of girl to compare yourself to anyone else. You were confident. You felt invincible until you met Jude. You told him he made you weak and you loathed him for it and he had seemed to relish in that power. You felt he took advantage of you letting him in.

“You don’t want to do that. You’re hurt, and this is just going to make it worse. You love him Y/N you don't care about John or James or whatever.” Winnie sat back, clearly at a loss for words. You laughed bitterly, feeling the hysteria bubbling up in your chest. 

“I don’t care!” you shouted, your voice breaking. “I have to. I can’t just sit here and let him be the only one who... who—” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. Your chest heaved with sobs, and you slumped further against the stall wall. Winnie grabbed your shoulders, trying to bring you back to reality. Winnie whimpered out a measly broken ‘please.’  But you shook your head stubbornly. “I can’t be the only one hurting. I need to hurt him back. I need him to feel what I’m feeling. He had to know I loved him. I gave him my fucking dad’s bag, my fucking bag, and the glass and then…” You felt like you couldn't breathe sputtering words. What had Jude done to you? Winnie couldn't follow your thoughts; your dad? A bag? The glass? But Winnie’s face softened anyway, her expression pained. You think she said something but you couldn’t hear her over your thoughts. The betrayal, the anger, the heartbreak—it was all too much, and right now, the only thing you could think about was finding a way to take the power back, to make Jude feel the same gut-wrenching pain he had inflicted on you. It terrified you that there was a possibility though that it wouldn’t hurt him. It wouldn’t hurt the way it hurt you because maybe he didn’t love you the way you loved him and that made you feel broken in a way you didn’t know you could. You pushed yourself up, wobbling slightly from the alcohol and exhaustion. Winnie stood, still pleading with you. But regret was the last thing on your mind. All you could think about was revenge, and no matter what Winnie said, you were determined to make Jude feel just what you felt. You knew exactly what you were doing when you posted the first picture on Instagram—a shot of you laughing with Winnie at a rooftop bar, the New York skyline glittering in the background. It was perfect, the kind of image that would make anyone believe you were having the time of your life. And that was exactly what you wanted Jude to see. If Jude thought your innocent stories that caused his jealousy earlier bothered him he was in fro a rude awakening. As the night went on, the posts kept coming. A boomerang of you clinking shot glasses with Winnie and people Jude had never seen before, a sultry shot of you leaning over the bar with a coy smile, and then the kicker—a video of you dancing with the NFL player unfortunately Jude recognized, his hands resting a little too comfortably on your hips, his lips on your neck. The comments from people surrounding you egged you on, hyping up your carefree night, while you plastered on your most convincing smile. You knew Jude would see it. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist watching, just like you couldn’t resist the pull to post it all. It was petty, maybe even cruel, but after what he had done, you couldn’t help yourself. If he thought he could hurt you and get away with it, he was dead wrong. You wanted him to feel the same way you had felt—angry, jealous, and helpless. In Madrid, Jude couldn’t tear his eyes away from his phone. Each new post from you was like a punch to the gut, the images and videos sending his mind into overdrive.

You were out, looking stunning, clearly enjoying yourself with some guy who seemed all too comfortable in your space. The pit in his stomach grew with every swipe, a sickening combination of jealousy and fear settling deep in his chest. You weren’t officially together, hadn’t defined whatever it was between you, but that didn’t change how he felt. You were meant to be his. He had messed up, he knew that, but the thought of you moving on—of you being with someone else—was unbearable. Watching your night unfold from miles away, he felt trapped, powerless to do anything but scroll through the evidence of you moving on without him. He wanted to reach out, to call you, to ask you to come back, but he knew he had no right. He had told himself he was giving you space, that it was the right thing to do, but now, that space felt like a chasm between you, one he didn’t know how to bridge. Every time his phone buzzed with a new notification, his heart sank a little more, until he felt like he couldn’t take it anymore. He felt like he was going to be sick.

Meanwhile, you were barely holding it together. You had spent the night throwing yourself into the role you had created—fun, carefree, unbothered by anything that had happened. But as the evening wore on, the weight of it all started to press down on you. The act was exhausting, and no matter how much you tried to distract yourself, your thoughts kept circling back to Jude. By the time you got home the next morning the facade had cracked, and you felt emptier than ever. The night was a haze of alcohol and dancing, of flirtatious smiles and whispered nothings. You let yourself get lost in it, in the adrenaline and the thrill of doing something you knew was wrong. When you ended up back at John or James's place, you didn’t think twice about it. You let him undress you, let him kiss you, but your mind was somewhere else the entire time. The American footballer was a poor substitute for the other footballer you really wanted, the man who had broken your heart, but in that moment, you didn’t care. You needed to feel something, anything, that wasn’t the pain of Jude’s betrayal. When it was over, orgasmless, you laid in the dark beside him, staring up at the ceiling, feeling emptier than before. It hadn’t worked, not the way you had hoped. John or James was nothing compared to Jude—he didn’t make your heart race, didn’t make you feel alive the way Jude did, certainly didn’t make you cum the way Jude could. And now, instead of feeling empowered or in control, you felt hollow, like you had betrayed yourself as much as Jude had betrayed you. You knew you had done it out of spite, out of anger and hurt, but it hadn’t brought you the satisfaction you had expected. Instead, it only deepened the void inside you, the realization that no matter what you did, you couldn’t escape the way you felt about Jude. He had gotten under your skin in a way you hadn’t anticipated, and now, you were left to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart. You laid in his stupid navy sheets in a poorly decorated apartment. Yes, you were spoiled. You realize how this sounded but you missed Jude's white high thread count bedding and sunny floor to ceiling windows in Madrid

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Leaving

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: You're leaving

Something changes and Alexia isn't sure when it happens.

You're leaving.

Leaving Barcelona, leaving Spain, leaving her.

She's gone home for the weekend, driven from her apartment near the stadium all the way out to her childhood home.

Her Mami greets her at the door. Alba's already slouching in front of the tv, watching some boring reality show that Alexia can't stand.

There's boxes and bags packed up at the front door. That's a little weird but she doesn't ask questions about them.

"Where's the baby?" Alexia asks, looking around for you.

There's a picture of you and your sisters up on the mantelpiece. Alba's in her graduation robes, Alexia wearing her Barcelona shirt and you in your tennis outfit. It had been a stressful day. Alba had just graduated, you had just come from a tennis session and Alexia straight from a match against Valencia.

You're all smiling though, positively beaming at the camera.

"She's at the court," Mami laughs," Where else would she be?"

"It's getting dark."

"She's not a baby," Alba scoffs, not looking away from the screen," She can decide when she comes home."

Alexia ignores her. "I'll go get her."

It's a short walk over to the tennis courts, maybe twenty minutes or so. You're the only one there, swinging your racket back and forth as the machine feeds more and more balls at you.

"Don't you have a curfew?"

You keep hitting tennis balls. "Don't you have a match tomorrow?"

She laughs. "I can't come home to see my family?"

She's teasing you and you switch off the machine to run into her arms. Alexia catches you easily, swinging you around like she used to when you were little.

Tennis had been unexpected. You were only little when Papa died so never got to experience going to the football stadium with him. Selfishly, Alexia had tried to foster a love for football in you but it was all over when you saw a televised tennis match.

You didn't like football like you loved tennis.

Alexia had a whole gallery on her phone for you at your tennis practices over the years, all the way back to your first lesson when you were very young and could barely hold your racket properly.

Briefly, she wondered where the time went.

"You're cutting it fine," You complain good-naturedly as you put your rackets back in your bag and link your arms with Alexia's," I'm leaving tomorrow. I was beginning to think that you would never visit before I left."

Your words make Alexia confused. "What do you mean?" She asks," Leaving? Leaving for where?"

You laugh. "For Poland."

"Why are you going to Poland?" Alexia feels tense. No one had told her that you were going to Poland on holiday. It was the middle of the school year. There was no reason for you to be going anywhere.

You laugh again, like she's being silly and it dawns on Alexia that you don't know that no one's told her anything.

"For tennis," You say," Remember? My new coach is there."

You were the most talented tennis player that Alexia had ever met. She had known you were the best the moment you served your first ball, back when you still wore your hair in pigtails and couldn't tie your own laces.

And just last year you showed everyone else in the world that too when you won the Australian and the French Open back to back.

You returned to Mollet del Vallès a homegrown hero even after you came runner-up at Wimbledon and the US Open.

Alexia had never considered that you would move away for tennis. You were never supposed to move away. Tennis was your football and Alexia had never had to move from Spain to pursue football.

She always assumed you would be the same.

"You're not leaving," Is what she actually says and you stop in the middle of the street.

"Ale?" You ask," What do you mean I'm not leaving? I already signed the contract. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"You're not!" Alexia snaps before softening her tone," You're not. What has Poland got that Spain doesn't, huh?"

You tilt your head to the side in confusion and Alexia's brought back to every time when you were little when you did the exact same thing, tilting your head to the side when something confuses you, your childhood pigtails swaying from the force of your head movement.

"A coach that coaches the world's number one? It will be good. Mami approves."

"Mami shouldn't make decisions about you without consulting me!"

Alexia doesn't know where this anger is coming from. You're too young to be making such a big decision. You don't know a word of Polish. You were much too little to be moving across the world without anyone to look after you.

"It wasn't her decision!" You snap back, forcing the front door open and storming inside. "It was my decision! And I don't need your permission to do anything, Alexia! I'm nearly an adult."

"Nearly being the key word!" Alexia yells back at you," You're not going anywhere! You're staying right here with me or so help me god!"

"Or what?!" You demand, fronting up to her with your fists clenched and shaking at your sides. "What will you do, Alexia?! Huh? What will you do?!"

It shocks Alexia a little bit. You've never fronted up to her like this before, never so confidently or so assertive. You weren't that kind of person.

You used to hide behind her legs when you were younger or cry when any kind of confrontation or argument happened around you.

You don't give her time to answer before you're storming off into your room.

Alba whistles a low note. "What happened with you two?"

"Did you know?!" Alexia demands," Did you know she's leaving?!"

"Of course?" Alba looks confused now. "Why? Don't tell me you've only just found out."

"She's a baby!" Alexia hisses," She's not stepping foot off Spanish soil without me! She's not going anywhere."

"She hasn't been a baby for a while."

Alexia's eyes stray to the photos around the room. Mami is a tad sentimental and old school, printing out pictures to hang around the house rather than keep them on her phone.

It's like a shrine to a younger you, with your chubby cheeks and wild hair. There's versions of you all throughout your childhood and practically nothing of the you that's just yelled at her about moving away from home.

You're a little baby in Alexia's eyes, the little baby she held in her arms a few hours after you were born, the little miracle that followed her around the moment you learnt to walk, the little angel that cried in her arms after you won the Australian Open, too overwhelmed by your own emotions.

You couldn't be leaving. Not to somewhere like Poland where Alexia couldn't drive to see you.

You were too young, to little to go so far from her.

It was like she blinked and you no longer fit into her arms, suddenly a teenager with a mind and passions of your own.

"Alexia," Mami says sternly," Go and apologise to your sister. We didn't say anything when you wanted to pursue football. We're not saying anything to your sister about her pursuing tennis."

Alexia huffs. "Why can't the coach come here? She's not an adult yet! He could be taking advantage of her!"

"He's not. He coaches the world number one, he can't just drop all of that to coach a sixteen-year-old from Spain. This is an honour for her. It's an offer that might not be open if she delays it until she's eighteen. You know how much this means to her."

Alexia doesn't make eye contact, focussing on the wall in front of her.

Your smiling face beams back at her. It's of your first proper tournament, the under-fourteens for the whole of Spain. You've just won at twelve years old in your all-white shirt and skirt combo with your hair pulled back in a complicated braid. You haven't fully lost all of your childhood baby fat so your cheeks are a little more rounded than now, like you haven't yet grown into your face.

Alexia's next to you, cheek-to-cheek. She's still in her Spain kit, having driven from a friendly against Italy. She'd missed most of your match but had gotten there in time to see your last set.

You won and came home with the trophy.

It's hard to reconcile that twelve-year-old with the sixteen-year-old you've become.

Alexia stands and knocks on your door.

"Go away!" You yell though it's clear that you're crying.

"I'm coming in!"

"Go away, Ale! I don't want to see you!"

"Too bad!"

Alexia forces her way inside and crushes you into a hug. You try to squirm away for a bit but go limp when it's clear that she's not letting go of you.

"I'm sorry," She whispers against the top of your head," I'm sorry."

"I'm going to Poland," You say," You can't stop me."

"I know," Alexia says," You're going to Poland. You're going to work very hard. You're going to win and convince that coach that he should come home to Spain with you, okay? This has got to be temporary, alright, hermanita? I don't know how long I can go without midnight snack runs."

That shocks a giggle out of you.

"You'll get sick of me when I come home," You reply," I'm going to be so good that you'll never see me. I'll always be training."

Alexia laughs too this time and she loosens her grip enough for you to lean away to look up at her.

"Never," She declares," You're my hermanita. I'll never get sick of you. Even when you grow up."

"Ale, I am grown up."

She smiles. "No, you're not."