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Secret // Alexia Putellas
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Everybody knew that Alexia was a private person - she only shared the information she wanted to share as she was very selective in her choice of words and very careful about whom she told what.
And even though that facade dropped around her friends and family, she still kept you a secret - she preferred it that way - having you to herself and not having to deal with headlines like 'Alexia Putellas dating her Barcelona teammate.' and the drama that it could cause.
Whenever it was just the two of you she was the sweetest girl, treating you like a princess and being totally in love with you while when other people were around, she kept her distance, acted strictly professional and didnât show any signs of affection.
The only person who knew about you was her sister, Alba and she only found out by accident.
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"mi amor, youâre so beautiful" the midfielder admired, kissing along your jaw, "I canât get enough of you" she found her way down to your neck, completely lost in the feeling of you before a certain spot on your neck caught her attention where she gently created reddish marks.
Just because nobody knew about you, didnât mean that it would stop Alexia from silently claiming you.
Her fingertips ran along your exposed skin as your shirt had riddled up, leaving the midfielder craving for more.
The Barcelona player continued to mumble sweet nothings, planting some last even sweeter kisses on your neck before she reached up to your lips, kissing them with every ounce of love. Alexia always kissed you like that, letting you know that you caused the butterflies in her stomach.
Tugging on your shirt, she signaled that she wanted it off. Happily obeying, you took it off, her hands now wandering around your bare upper body as she was back kissing you with so much passion and love.
"Ale- do you know what-" both of you froze at the same time, your girlfriend shielding your exposed body as her sister stood in the door frame, "oh my gosh, Iâm so sorry!" she covered eyes, rushing out of the room and slamming the door shut.
"mierda!" Ale was off of you in an instant, throwing your shirt back to you.
"Iâm Alba!" the younger Putellas called threw the door, "we havenât meet yet. Iâm her sister!"
You chuckled - wrong move as Alexia glared at you, marching out of her bedroom.
"Do you ever knock?!" she said angrily, pulling her sister away, giving you the time you needed.
"I thought you were asleep! You didnât open the front door when I knocked" the sister defended herself in their mother tongue.
Alexia huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose, "so, whoâs she?" Alba asked.
Perfectly timed, you exited the bedroom, walking towards the sisters in the living room, "Iâm Y/N" you smiled nicely, offering your hand.
"Alba" she introduced herself once again, returning your smile and shaking your hand.
"Sheâs my girlfriend" the midfielder huffed, annoyed that her little sister caught you, "20⏠if you donât tell anyone about it" the older one said.
She would pay money to keep you a secret? Donât get me wrong, you didnât want to be public as you loved the privacy both of you had as individuals and together but you did hope for that she would at least tell your friends and family. All you wanted was to hold her hand and not to worry about standing too close to her.
The sparkle in your eyes died down, feeling stings in your heart but nonetheless respecting Alexiaâs wishes.
"I donât need your money" Alba stated when she saw the way your face fell, "you could have just said please."
You felt more than rejected in that moment.
"You wonât tell anybody about this" she ordered this time now, her jaw clenched and voice firm - captains order.
Alba walked towards the door, "Iâm going to the car, mamĂĄ is waiting. Hurry up" before she left, only Alexia and you left in her apartment.
"Iâm sorry amor, I forgot that we were having lunch together." the midfielder explained, not knowing nor realizing that her behavior had hurt you as she was just apologizing for the incident of Alba walking in.
"You can stay if youâd like" she smiled, putting on her shoes.
After she had laced her last shoe, she pulled you in by your hips, kissing you good bye, getting a bit carried as the feeling of your lips locked was addicting.
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You loved being Alexiaâs girlfriend but you didnât like being her secret.
To be honest, it didnât bother you at first but after 6 months, you started to think about at least telling your family (officially you hadnât even met Alba before) and friends but every time you proposed the idea of it, she got defensive and annoyed, so you didnât bring it up again.
After one year, you slowly started to think that maybe she was ashamed of being seen with you, just being with you or of you as her behavior got more and more secretive day by day - she didnât even act like your friend in training.
You didnât know where it was coming from because whenever you were behind closed doors, she was the most affectionate person who loved to cook for you or just sharing the same air made her heart and brain go love sick. She was indeed very much in love with you yet afraid to show this love outside of either of your apartments.
Sometimes you wished that she would take you out for dinner - it didnât have to be fancy at all, McDonalds would be simply enough - you just wanted to experience a date night.
And even though, she made home as romantic as possible, it wasnât enough anymore. You craved for more.
Sometimes when you saw Ingrid and Mapi openly in love, you felt jealous. You wanted that too.
They were your friends and you were so happy for them as they matched each other perfectly but you couldnât help but feel envy. You envied what they have, imagining how it would feel like with Alexia - hoping to have that with Alexia, one day.
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"Do you want to go out tonight? Frido told me about this new restaurant!" you said smiling.
The midfielder looked up from her notebook, pausing the tv as she replayed Chelseaâs matches (the club Barcelona would face in the uwcl semi finals)
"Is it takeout?" she asked.
You shook your head - no. "We can go out" you tried again, flopping next to her on the couch.
"Amor!" she grumbled as all her notes fell to the ground, now not sorted anymore.
"Sorry"
"Iâm preparing for our upcoming matches, you should join me in fact, so you know how Chelsea will play. We can order takeout - you know I donât like going out with you" she sorted through her notes, grumbling and huffing at the non existing order. She hadnât realized that her words were harsh and in fact rude.
You got the message - she didnât like going out(side) with you, she had made that very clear.
"I can get you some food from there tomorrow" she added, her voice gentle and the wrinkle between her brows gone as her notes were back in the correct order.
It didnât help though, you felt hurt. Was it that bad to be seen with you? Youâre a Barcelona player, her teammate - and friends get food together all the time, so why canât you get food together as friends? Nobody would suspect that the two of you were more than friends, right?
"Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook something for you, mi amor?"
Again, you shook your head, scrolling through your phone while you acted tough and unbothered by her comment as she didnât even notice how harsh her words had sounded before.
You sent a message in the group chat with Ingrid and Frido, asking if they wanted to try out the restaurant which the Swedish woman had discovered. Both of them agreed within seconds.
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The two of you laid in bed, Alexiaâs arms wrapped around you as she whispered sweet nothings in your ear. It became a routine for Alexia to lull you to sleep while tracing patterns along your skin. She loved doing so and she loved watching you sleep - you looked at peace.
Something about tonight was different though. Normally, it wouldnât take long for the captain to soothe you to sleep but after 30 minutes, you still were awake, mind seemingly not finding any rest.
"¿Qué pasa?" she whispered in the dark, gently pressing a kiss to the exposed skin on your shoulder.
"Itâs been over a year, Ale, when will you introduce me as your girlfriend? Or take me out on a date that isnât in here?" your voice was almost inaudible. You knew it was a sensitive topic for Alexia, the girl always denying your requests on telling someone and shutting you out after the conversation and also avoiding you for the rest of the day. "Amor.. weâve talked about this" she said, pulling her hands off your body.
Coldness hit your body while the parts were her hands had rested burnt down.
You turned around, looking at her, the moonlight the only light source "all Iâm asking is for some recognition." you admitted, almost pleading for her attention outside of either of your homes.
"But I see you. I see you in training and after training, why is it so important to you that people now? We wonât have any privacy!" her voice raising slightly.
"Alexia⊠this has nothing to do with the media. I want to meet your family! Or go on a date and wear very nice clothes. Is that too much to ask for?"
"Youâre right. Lo siento, amor" her hands cupped your cheeks, resting her forehead against yours, "Iâll try to be better"
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Over the next few months, Alexiaâs home started to become your least favourite place - you felt like you were trapped in a cage.
Nothing had changed.
She loved you behind closed doors while she couldnât even look at you in training.
Each day that passed, more of your heart broke. Your motivation faded - football was your work and no longer a passion.
And Alexia could tell. Your passes were sloppy and your tackles were harsh.
As soon as you had arrived in her apartment, she began complaining about your attitude.
You were not having it.
You started yelling at each other, rude comments leaving both of your mouths,
"You promised me!" you shouted, all hidden anger and hurt discovering the surface, "you promised me and nothing has changed! Iâm your dirty little secret!" you spat.
"Alba knows about you, isnât that enough?!"
"You offered her fucking money to keep her mouth shut!"
"What do you want?!"
"I canât do this anymore, Alexia. I donât want to think about whether my girlfriend is ashamed of me or not."
"What are you talking about- amor?"
"Iâm worth more than that."
"Please- give me a chance"
"I did, Ale, more than once" you walked towards the front door, bending down to put on your shoes.
The captain followed, so overwhelmed by what was happening that her persona took some turns, "If you walk out that door, weâre done!"
your hand was resting on the doorknob, ready to leave.
You looked at her, "Behind that door, we never existed anyway."
And with that being said, you left.
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âHola mi Amoresâ Jennis voice sounded a little darker through the screen of the tablet that was set up against the bedside lamp in the bedroom
âHola Hermosoâ Alexia smirked you cuddled into her side her arm holding you safely your face on her chest your eyes half closed
âWhy so hostile Putellas?â your girlfriend asked mirroring Alexias smirk
âPulling your shorts up so everyone sees your thighs...â your blonde girlfriend grumbled light hearted
âMy girlfriends are far away... I thought I give them something to look atâ Jenni shot back just as teasingly
âHm... all them fans thirsting over your legs..â the blonde hummed pulling you more into her side
âDon't worry Ale... they can thirst all they like... it's your head that these thighs are wrapped aroundâ the dark haired chuckled
âYou better remember that the next time you flirt with these fans after a game... the internet sees everything Hermosoâ Alexia grumbled adjusting her hold on you once again while you followed the interaction between your girlfriends half awake
âI'm yours and you know thatâ Jenni smiled softly before she redirected her attention to you âWhy so quiet Cari? Not often you don't say anythingâ
âHm...â you hummed into Alexias chest avoiding your eyes even more
âCari?â your dark haired girlfriend now got a little concerned sitting up in her bed her eyes fixed on your delicate frame
Since you didn't really reacted Jenni raised her eyebrow studying your face as good as she could
âAle?â the Madrista asked the blonde fishing for answers
âOur Cariño is a little sad today...â the blonde hummed calmly before she pressed a soft kiss to your hairline
âSad... why are you sad Cari? Did one of these soulless Barcelonans said something to you?â Jenni now looked directly at you getting a little snort out of you before you pressed your nose further into Alexias collarbone hiding your face a little
âÂżdisculpe? Soulless barcalonean?? Who are you talking about?â Alexia exclaimed
âBatlle... Guijarro.... worst one... Collâ the dark haired one waved off â... but seriously Cari... what is bothering you?â
âWhen are you coming home?â you mumbled into the blondes chest hoping Jenni didn't understood what you said since you already felt stupid
âOh mi Cariño... mi amor... mi vidaâ Jenni sighed her voice soft â... two weeks... I have three more games and the second the final whistle blows I'm on my way to the airport... promesaâ
âNo... you won the League.. you have to celebrateâ you mumbled knowing when Jenni starts celebrating it can go on for days
âI don't care about the League....â your girlfriend kept her voice soft feeling how hard the separation is on you
âBut you should celebrateâ you said again this time with more insistence
âOh I will Cari... don't worry... I will celebrate...â Jenni grinned wolfish
âFunny you'd say that...â now Alexia piped up
âYou already planning something?â the dark haired perked up immediately
âHm.....â the blonde teased â... not really... but our Cari had a question earlier and I said we â you and I â will provide her with an answer togetherâ
âOh?â Jenni looked at you confused but curious
âHm... go on Cari...â Alexia nudged you slightly â... you asked me so you can ask Jenni as wellâ
âNuh â uhâ you shake your head slightly before hiding further in the crook of Alexias neck
âCariño...â Jenni now prodded a little bit
âIt's embarrassingâ you mumbled
âIt's not....â the blonde who held you rolled her eyes for good measure
âYou know you can ask me everything Cariño...â the dark haired one said gently knowing sometimes you needed the extra caring other times you needed a more... dominant approach
âAle...â you whined hoping your girlfriend would help you out
âOh no... you wanted to know... you are going to ask Jenniâ the blonde snorted
âBut...â you kept whining
âCari...â Jenni now chose the other approach her voice much more dominant which made you shrunk even deeper against Alexia
âNoâ you mumbled against the blondes neck
âCariño... if you want an answer you have to ask the question firstâ the dark haired spaniard raised her eyebrow at you and you knew you were walking a delicate line
âHowdoesanalfeel?â you mumbled shutting your eyes embarrassed
âÂżdisculpe?â Jenni asked confused
âShe wants to know what it feels like to have anal sexâ Alexia blurted out getting tired of your actions
âHow should I know?â the dark haired asked looking at Alexia confused while you groaned quietly âYou can answer that... I'm not the one on my hands and kn....â
âJenniferâ the blonde snapped making you smile against her skin â... she asked for different reason you Idiotaâ
âHuh?â Jenni tilted her head before she realized what was happening â... oh... OH... I mean... yesâ
âFinallyâ Alexia rolled her eyes before she started to smirk â... since I'm here and you are not... you can either watch or we could make a nice little clip of it...â
âI swear Alexia...â the dark haired growled â... if you dare to touch our Cariño without my permission you know you'll regret it....â
âYou really want to punish her because YOU are in Mexico??â the blonde teased letting her fingertips stroke slowly over your rips
âShe's a good girl... she'll wait... you on the other handâ Jenni warned her blonde girlfriend
âWhat if we wait with the new stuff until you're here but she's been so good and...â Alexia said softly hearing your little needy whine
âI'll know Putellas... if you touch her ass I'll know... and I will make you suffer for it..â the lanky woman growled but saw how much you enjoyed Alexias simple touch
âYeah yeah....â the blonde rolled her eyes but looked at her girlfriend questioning
âGo on... it's been a while since I saw both of you comeâ Jenni flicked her hand in a âgo onâ-motion
âWha do you want to see?â Alexia looked at her girlfriend gently prying you a little away from her neck
âWhatever she needsâ the lanky spaniard said seriously while she watched how Alexia gently pushed you on your back
âYou hear that Cariño?â the blonde started to press soft open mouthed kisses against you neck âJenni is very nice to you... you'll be good for her sĂ?â
âMhm...â you sighed closing your eyes enjoying the gentle touches your girlfriend provided
âThen be good and look at her... let her seeâ Alexia whispered in your ear her voice darker than usual
âJenniâ you whined as you opened your eyes again turning your head which resulted in two things
First â you saw how comfortable Jenni got against her headboard a slight smirk on her lips as she watched how Alexia pushed your shirt up and your pants down
Second â with you turning your head you showed your neck to Alexia who growled lowly before she licked her lips her eyes fixed on the soft skin
âSssshhh Cari... Alexia will take care of youâ your dark haired girlfriend shushed you gently smirking a little bit âWon't you Ale?â
âSĂ... whatever you need Cariñoâ Alexia murmured still transfixed on your neck
âNeed youâ you whined needy trying to look at the blonde who immediately grabbed your chin turning your head back to look at Jenni
âLook at her.. not meâ the blonde growled making you whimper
âShe's not mad Cari... she's just in love with your neck... we know that already.. marking you every chance she gets â even after gamesâ Jenni chuckled watching the interaction amused âGo on Ale... mark her as long as you can because you know when I'm coming home there won't be any of itâ
That was the confirmation Alexia needed quickly leaning down biting into your neck harshly to point where you thought she drew blood. You whimpered closing your eyes after a few seconds of pain trying to get the blonde to ease up a little bit just to be met with a warning growl. Jenni on the other hand chuckled loudly seeing how easily she still can dictate the situation even from nearly 6.000 miles away.
âAleâ you said your voice low but Jenni could hear the pain
âAlexiaâ the dark haired one immediately jumped in with a warning knowing sometimes her counterpart could get lost in the sensation
âHm?â the blonde looked up with a mix of annoyance and confusion
âSlowlyâ Jenni said seriously nodding toward you
âLo siento BebĂ©â Alexia looked down at you apologetic bending down pressing a soft kiss to her mark
âStop wasting time Alexiaâ the lanky spaniard warned
âYou said slowlyâ the blonde shot back her attention quickly divided from you to her back to you
âSlowly yes... time wasting no...â Jenni bit out
âHm...â Alexia hummed now starting to pull your shirt over your head leaving your chest bare the cool air in your bedroom letting your nipple harden immediately
âFinallyâ your made out Jennis voice through the screen making you open your eyes again seeing how she got even more comfortable
Alexia didn't let you dwell on the sight too much pressing a soft kiss in the valley in between your breasts before she kissed her way over to your perky nipple starting to gently suck on it her tongue applying little pressure to the nub making you moan quietly. Both of them knew even if you mostly let them use you however they please sometimes you just needed the gentle soft intimacy. Even more so when your mind was overwhelmed and you missed Jenni who always was a big support in your life. You came into their relationship when you basically were at your lowest both of them being big parts of your healing and getting back to yourself. Which made it even harder when Jenni took the offer from Mexico. Yes it provided you with another destination for when you needed to get away from the busy schedule Barcelona and the Nationalteam put on your shoulders but it still hurt every time you have to say goodbye to Jenni at the Airport. And every time a little more. Alexia was great yes she looked after you when she noticed you spiralling making sure you eat and rest enough. But Jenni made the House homey â filled it with laughter warmth and homemade lemonade.
âCari....â Alexia pulled you back into reality with a soft voice â... are you with me?â
âHm.. yeah sureâ you mumbled
âYou want this sĂ?â the blonde checked sitting back on her heels
âI... justâ you said getting a little uneasy
âSsssshhhh Bebita...â Alexias big hands now stroked over your stomach trying to ground you as she quickly glanced at the screen seeing that Jenni sat up more forward her face showing concern
âJenniâ you whined again as you grabbed one of Alexias hand intertwining your fingers
âI know Cari... I know...â Jenni said softly â... I miss both of you too... but Ales there to help you out a little bit okay... let her take care of youâ
You couldn't really word your feeling so you went back to whining making Jenni smile with a little pity
âAle.... clear her mind of all them haunting thoughtsâ the black haired spaniard nodded towards you making Alexia grin devilish
âMy way then....â the blonde smirks pulling your pants down the rest of the way not letting go of your hand â... keep looking at Jenni Cari... be good for me and her and keep your eyes on Jenniâ
âAle...â you whimpered but you knew not to disobey her
âThe only sounds I want this mouth to leave in near future are moans...â Alexia said strictly her free hand working getting your boy shorts out of the way
The second she achieved her goal her hand cupped your pussy the heel of her hand applying pressure to your clit making you moan out arching your back a little bit tightening your hold on her hand that held yours
âExactly like thisâ the blonde praised you smiling â.... she's basically dripping Jenni... tell me Cari... is it for me or for Jenni?â
âYouâ you moaned out knowing it would only play into your favour feeding Alexias ego a little bit
âHm... good answer BebĂ©â Alexia hummed replacing her hand by sliding her knee in between your thighs now her thigh pressing against your cunt
âShe's just saying that because I'm not thereâ Jenni snorted but she slowly leaned back against her headboard
âYou can't feel how wet she is Jenniâ the blonde murmured against your skin as she kissed her way back up to your breasts â... only for meâ
âKeep telling yourself that...â the lanky one snorted again â... you know she needs to be told what to doâ
âWhat do you want Cari....â Alexia kissed your collarbone
âWanna comeâ you moaned as you grinded down on Alexias thigh making her smirk against your skin
âYou will Cariño.... I promise...â the blonde whispered â... but you know Jenni decides that...â
âJenni pleaseâ you whimpered looking at her with puppy eyes
âNo holding back Cari...â Jennis eye found yours and you could see how dark they got â... let Alexia make you feel goodâ
The second the dark haired was done talking Alexia captured your mouth in a hot passionate kiss pressing her thigh harder against your core making you moan into the kiss. Jenni hummed appreciative loving to watch the two of you. She knew Alexia was more than capable to take care of your needs what didn't stop her to give in her two cents once in a while
âStop teasingâ your dark haired girlfriend scolded Alexia lightly
She watched how Alexias free hand started to wander first stop was your breasts where she massaged the soft flesh her thumb flicking over the hard nipple making you whine into her mouth. The blonde pulled away from the kiss to get her attention back to your neck â Jenni always joked that if Alexia wouldn't be a professional footballer she'd be a vampire. At the moment you didn't care since you started to feel Alexia everywhere. Her large hand on your breast, her hot breath on your neck, her muscular thigh against your core, her other hand still holding your own. The blonde noticed the slight change in your body quickly glancing at Jenni smirking victorious causing the older one to playfully roll her eyes.
âCome on Cari...â Alexia murmurs against your skin â... I know you want toâ
She pressed her knee more into the mattress intensify the pressure on your clit with her thigh making you moan out a whimper. Alexia rocked against your core once more to give you a little push to finally start getting yourself off on her leg. The blonde hummed pleased when she felt you rock carefully against her so you took it as a sign that that's what she wanted you to do. So you continued to rock against her upper leg getting into a rhythm while Alexia nuzzled against your neck letting you use her strong thigh to your liking.
âThat's it BebĂ©...â you made out Jennis voice faintly to caught up in your action â... I knew you could be good for Ale and Iâ
That simple praise got a moan out of you your movement faltering for a second until Alexia got your attention back on track by slightly twisting your hard nipple. You immediately rocked back against her your breath coming out in panted breath while the blonde on top of you just did the bare minimum letting you take what you needed. She knew you would word it if you needed her to do more or even take over. Right now just the intimacy of the situation was enough for you as you feel the familiar and not unwelcomed warm feeling slowly starting to build. Your rhythm increased while you started to hold Alexias hand even more tightly silently telling her you were close and she started to press soft encouraging kisses against your neck
âAre you close Cari?â Alexia mumbled into your skin you confirming it by whining and nodding your head
âCome Cariñoâ you heard Jennis demanding voice and you did just that with Alexia pressing her leg firmer against your core making you arch of the bed moaning loudly
âJoder... I'll never get tired of that imageâ Jenni huffed as you sank back into the mattress and you could hear your blonde girlfriend whispering soft praises in your ear her body now complete covering your own
Jenni would never admit it out loud but being separated from you two was so hard for her. Not just because of the absolutely amazing out-of-this-world sex but also the simple daily things like going for groceries or just laying on the couch having a movie playing in the background with you complaining that you didn't understood a word because it was in spanish and you didn't speak it. Truth was you understood it quiet well and Alexia caught you more than once speaking spanish with Marta or Ona. So both of your girlfriends knew you just liked to complain about something and they just played into it changing the movie to english most of the times so you'll settle down in between them. So yes â seeing Alexia making you come when she was so far away not able to touch you was even more hard.
âYou feeling better Cari?â Alexia asked you gently already knowing the answer before you could even shake your head
âWords BebĂ©â your dark haired girlfriend said seriously
âNoâ you panted out and the goddess on top of you smirked knowingly
âNo?â Alexia smirked teasingly âWhat do you need Cari?â
âNeed moreâ you breathed out trying to get a reaction out of your girlfriend by pressing your nose into the soft skin at the crook of her neck
âMore? Are you sure you realize what you asking for Cariño?â the blonde raised her eyebrow at you but you just nodded
âShe wants more Jenni....â Alexia looked straight at the other woman â... what do you say?â
âWhatever she needs Ale...â the older one shrugged her shoulders â... she asked for it â take what's yoursâ
âHm... what to do with you Cari?â the blonde mused loudly â... should I just use my fingers? Or my tongue? Or should I get the strap?â
The images that flooded your mind made you moan instantly getting a chuckle out of your blonde girlfriend
âAll of it? Sounds like you're in for quite an entertaining night Hermosoâ Alexia chuckled darkly
âThen get going....â Jenni rolled her eyes knowing Alexia teased her on purpose â... you don't get any younger eitherâ
That comment made the blonde bark out a laugh childishly sticking her tongue out towards the dark haired one before redirecting her attention back on you
âLets show her who the better stamina has Cariñoâ Alexia smirked her hand already on the path downwards with the destination in between your legs
Alexia normally wasn't one for slow rather on the rough side of intimacy but she saw you were balancing on the edge of overwhelming so she held herself back gently working one of her long digits into your pussy. The moment you felt her finger entering you you moaned deeply letting her work her finger in and out of you until she felt you loosening up a little carefully pushing a second finger in. You gasped at the stretch no stranger to Alexias long fingers but after still being a little sensitive from your first orgasm it was a tight fit â literally. The blonde didn't see the point to even let you get used to her continuing to fuck you slow and deep. She hit all the right spots inside you making you moan and groan and when she hit that one spot you actually squeaked a little bit. Hearing your high squeak Alexia faltered for a moment before smirking
âThat spot Bebita?â the blonde teased pressing her fingertips into the same soft spot again getting the same reaction out of you
She knew if she would continue like this she'd have you come in mere minutes but she wasn't in the mood for a quick orgasm. You already had one so this time she'll make you wait. The blonde started to fuck you harder and a little faster occasionally hitting that spot that made you melt but every time she felt you tighten around her fingers she went back to slow down and not so deep. You were on the verge of tears after the fourth time Alexia slowed down again your breath laboured when you started to beg
âPlease Ale...â you begged desperately â... por favor Alexiaâ
âQuĂ© necesitas Cariâ the blonde teased you only her fingertips just at the entrance to your wet core
âPlease Alexia... I can't...â you moaned out as she teased the inside of your lips â... I can't anymore... pleaseâ
âI know you can Cari...â Alexia smirked loving the way you were giving yourself to her
âNo pucâ you nearly slurred your words desperately
âCatalan... that's new... I really like it...â the blonde pressed a soft kiss to your lips â.... no t'atreveixes a venir sense el meu permĂsâ
âAlexia... this is about herâ Jenni now interrupted seeing how you came close to your breaking point â... not about youâ
âI'm doing this for herâ Alexia growled at Jenni â... I know she can hold out a little longer Jenni... I can FEEL itâ
Jenni stared at Alexia for a second then nodded her permission for the blonde to continue
âYou hold out until I allow you to come Cariño...â the blonde now growled into your ear â... if not you'll feel very sorry once Jenni comes home â I'll make sure of itâ
With that she went back to push her fingers deep into your pussy making you moan loudly. Alexia kept her slow but deep thrusts half her hand covered in your juices by now but she knew she can make you come hard enough so you'd be exhausted enough to fall into a peaceful slumber afterwards without her pulling out all the stops which normally resulted in you not being able to properly walk the next day and you still had training to attend. When she felt you tighten around her fingers again she smirked knowing this time you would come with or without her permission and since this really was about you she made it easier on your mind
âShe's so tight Jenni...â the blonde looked straight at your other girlfriend who still sat comfortable against the headboard in her own bedroom watching the two of you â... even if I tried I wouldn't be able to fuck her the way I wanted... she's too tight for hard and fastâ
âYeah? Talk to me Ale...â the dark haired spaniard played into the little game Alexia started
âBarely fit two fingers...â Alexia grunted using her upper legs to hold your legs open when you tried to close them trying to trap the blondes hand â... you see how she tries to trap my Hand... you know what that meansâ
âLet her come Ale... she's been good for youâ Jenni smiled seeing how you tried to wriggle away from Alexias frame simply to get a break
âIn a minuteâ the blonde said just moving with you so you wouldn't have the chance to withdraw from her â... no Cari... don't try to get away... you know you want... you know I ALWAYS get what I want out of youâ
You felt Alexia pull you against her and pulled you up so you were sitting on her thighs her two fingers still buried deep inside you. She freed her hand from your iron like grip to get her arm around your back holding you up guiding you to ride her fingers. With the new angle it was even harder for you to hold back your orgasm and Alexia didn't help you by sucking a nipple into her mouth using her teeth to bite down carefully
âAle...â you tried to push her a little away from you but as usual it was no use
âCome Cari...â the catalan growled against your breast as she pulled you down and pushed her fingers up roughly
You didn't really remember anything after her demand. Both women knew how to play your body like an instrument but this time Alexia provided you exactly with what you needed. You didn't remember screaming out her name. The way your body arched against hers. The strong grip that the blonde held you against her. How you slumped against her. When she oh so carefully withdraw her fingers from your dripping cunt. Next thing you remembered was how she gently laid you back down on the bed whispering sweet nothings trying to help you calm that ragged breathing of yours. You whined as she gently let go of you and left the bed for Jenni jumping in telling you how good you did praising you for letting Alexia take care of you. You whined even louder when you realized that the typical warmth of her body and the smell of her skin was missing.
âI know Cari...â Jenni said softly â... just two more weeks... and then you'll get everything you ask for... I promise mi amorâ
Alexia came back with a towel starting to clean you up as much as she thought you needed. She didn't see the point in dragging you into the shower now as you both have to shower in the morning anyway. The blonde disposed the towel carelessly on the floor crawling back into bed pulling you against her your face immediately finding the crook of her neck. You felt so light and carefree that you relaxed against your girlfriend the second both of you got comfortable
âShe already out?â the Madrista chuckled seeing how your breathing evening out slowly
âNot quite... but nearlyâ Alexia whispered pressing a soft kiss to your forehead â... she really misses you Jenni... we both doâ
âI miss you too...â Jenni sighed â... two more years okay... I found my love for football again and I'm not ready to retire right now...â
âI understand all your reasoning Jenni... I do... WE do...â the blonde said seriously â... but maybe... something closer to us... closer to home...â
âI would die in the english weather...â the older one tried to lighten the mood â... France... been there done that...â
âThey say Germany suppose to be beautiful in summerâ Alexia teased back â... or Italy... Norway maybe?â
âSweden... or Denmark...â Jenni thought out loud
âJenni... lets be serious for a second... what about home?â the blonde turned serious again
âI can't come play in Spain Ale.. you know why? You would personally kill me if I go and play for Madrid... Barcelona made clear they don't want me back... and where else should I go? Levante? Eibar?â the dark haired one turned serious as well
âWell with you... maybe Madrid would get a goal at El Classico for once... Misa is thereâ Alexia said running out of ideas while you started to snore softly against her skin
âHow does y/n always says... it's not Misas fault â everyone makes mistakes... what do you think she'll do when I start playing in white?â Jenni snorted
âWe need you closer to us Jenni... it's killing her... it's killing me...â the blonde said her voice breaking a little
âI promise I'll look for a solutionâ the older one said softly âI promise Alexiaâ
âOkay...â the catalan nodded
âNovember transfers are soon... so maybe there's a chance there...â Jenni smiled encouraging â... how are you feeling... need me to talk you through it?â
âNo... I can wait...â Alexia smiled knowing exactly what her girlfriend was talking about â... also our Cari would get so mad if she doesn't get to watch or help....â
âYou seriously denying me giving you an orgasm because the smallest one would get madâ the dark haired one lifted her eyebrow in disbelieve
âYOU don't have to deal with her in the morning... she's grumpy anyway â if she notice we had fun without her she'll break someones legs...â the blonde said adjusting her hold on you feeling a little bit of drool on her collarbone â... and most likely mineâ
Jenni barked out a laugh before saying goodnight to Alexia promising her to call the next day after she had a talk with her agent about potential clubs
âTĂ© amo mi reinaâ Jenni smiled softly
âYou know I hate it when you call me thatâ Alexia smiled even tho she could feel the tears in her eyes
âWhy do you think I keep calling you thatâ the older one winked â.... TĂ© amo Aleâ
âJo tambĂ© Tâestimoâ the blonde whispered back âho femâ
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9. Georgia Stanway
+18 SMUT
âDonât be scared,â you enjoy it somewhat but you don't let on, admiring your handiwork as the tightly wound football player spins off the floor in bundles and bundles of rope. âThis isnât about hurting you or making you feel small. I just want you to feel goodâŠâ
âI feel like a rotisserie chicken,â Georgia murmurs, clearing her throat and blushing.
âYes youâre right, rotisserie chickens are very delicious,â you nod, smirking and capturing a thigh to tighten it up a little bit. âI think weâll get this knee a bit higher so I can watch that pretty cunt of yours do little twirls for me.â
âDo you have to be so crass?â
âYes baby,â you crane down and kiss her forehead, push-pulling on the working ends to bring the thigh up higher to the bamboo. âI do.â
It had started with flirting around the idea, spoken about yet never with serious intention on Georgiaâs part, she knew about the shibari classes, the workshops, that it was an interest you felt passionate about, but not a hobby she had the precious hours in the day to indulge in. Your relationship was one of quickies: shower sex, stadium sex, car sex, elevator sex. At first, you thought it was because Georgia really did only have so much time in the day. But, you knew Georgia far better now that you both had been dating for some months. you had come to realize she just got off on the exhilaration of possibly getting caught. Georgia was more kinky than she realised.
âThe inside of my thigh feels a little sore,â Georgia observes almost clinically.
âI would be very worried if it didnât, bratty girl.â you smile and undo her pristine ponytail into a cascade of glossy blonde hair.
You dig and rub your fingers into Georgiaâs scalp, finding little pressure points on either side of the temple to relieve tension. Georgia canât help herself, she sighs happily and the tightness in her shoulder blades visibly releases. The rope cradles her, suspends her, and keeps her arms in a box tie behind her spine, her thighs splayed and supported, clean suspension lines that are approximate and comfortable. âYou look so fucking beautiful,â you whisper from the back of your throat, lips pressing to Georgiaâs ear, teeth nipping the pinkened top of it. âDo you feel far away and dreamy yet?â
Georgia exhales and thinks, her brow wrinkling into a furrow as though she wants to deny it but her thighs are hanging apart and the evidence is plain to see. When she inhales, you push on the flat of her shoulder and send her slowly spinning around on her axis, like a little planetary body, like a little world in and of herself.
âDonât worry pretty girl,â you laugh, sultry and low. âWe have the whole evening ahead of us, remember?â you remind her. âYou can take as long as you need to get there.â
âAbout that,â Georgia murmurs, eyes closed and struggling to be the disinterested onlooker that she was when the rope first went on. âI might have a business call to take in a littleâŠâ
âNot a chance in hell.â
âItâs important.â
âI donât care.â
âIf the phone calls then Iâm answering it.â
âOh, are you now?â you hum, glancing around the living room, and then your eyes land on the phone by the coffee table. âTell me more, please? I like it when youâre grumpy.â
âBaby.â Georgia opens her eyes, determined to be in control and to have the final word. âIf my phone goes then weâre stopping so I can takeâŠ..wait, what are you doing?â
âDynamic problem-solving.â you bring the phone back towards the tied-up troublemaker. âThumbprint, please. Iâll put your phone on airplane mode.â
âNo.â âYou promised me an undisturbed evening for my birthday,â you say sternly.
âOne little phone call wonât ruin a whole evening.â Georgia tucks her fingers in her fists behind her spine and wonât budge.
âGive me your thumb, Georgia, this is your last warning.â
Georgia just smiles coyly and keeps her thumbs and fingers balled. âSorry,â she somehow manages to shrug in her box-tie. âNo can do.â
âAlright, have it your way.â
âWhat are youâŠâ Georgiaâs eyes grow wide as the arm pulls back, the shoulder swings and the phone is thrown through the open balcony doors âBaby!â She hisses.
âNo more call,â you shrug and pick up her flogger. âYou want to complain about it?â You twist the handle and show the crybaby the spreading falls of leather.
Georgiaâs ribs swell outwards against the rope with a long, deep inhale of breath. She holds it, cheeks puffed, eyes fixed on the flogger that was about to punch holes in the plot points of her machinations.
âIâll get to it later,â she says, much more diplomatically.
âYou know I think a little polite deference is the only thing incapable of hurting you right now.â you lift your eyebrow, smirking and remembering the words you both had negotiated around as being possible greens.
âYes, Maâam.â Georgia licks her lips and closes her eyes.
âThat sounds so pretty in your mouth little girl,â you quirk a pleased look, spinning the flogger around until gravity gathered up and concentrated the falls. âDoes it feel right?â
Georgia pauses for the longest time.
âIâll take that as a yes. And,â you wiggle your brows, striking the front of her thigh with a tame gentle thud. âI would like it if you made a point of using it for the rest of tonight, please.â Georgia nods but says nothing.
The strikes of the flogger are never too solid, never more than you feel Georgia will find pleasurable. The flogger whips the air, its bark far worse than its bite, striking the front of her thighs, expertly wrapping over the hip to catch her buttock.
âMore pleaseâ Georgia whispers out of nowhere.
You grin when it registers in your brain.
âYouâre forgetting something, baby girl.â
âMore please, Maâam.â
Georgia spins and twirls slowly in the rope, quiet, thrilled, straining, and sweating. In the moments sheâs capable of speaking, she whimpers instead. You bury your fingers deep inside her little tight cunt, push-pressing into the tiny spot of heaven right behind her clit, palm dug against her swollen hood, edging her towards the gates of hell.
âMaâam please, please, pleaseâŠâ Georgiaâs eyes crack open. âPlease can I cum?â
âIs it my birthday or yours?â you hum and slip your other hand up her belly.
The box tie makes Georgiaâs breasts bulge and squeeze off her chest, nipples swollen, begging to be sucked, bit, played with, and squeezed hard until she breaks into tears. You do none of these things. You graze over them gently, circling, teasing them stiff and hard until Georgia is gritting her teeth and whining.
âSuch a dirty, wet, messy little thing.â you remove your fingers and hold them up, webbing them, pushing them into hung crimson lips to be sucked clean. âGood girl, use your tongue. Thatâs itâŠâ You slip the two fingers over the flat of her eager little tongue and make her gag and wretch into her fingers. âGood girl, give me your spit. What do you say Georgia?â
âThank you,â Georgia mumbles incoherently against the fingers pressing down into her tongue. âThank you, Maâam.â
âSuch a good, good girl.â you smile happily. âTell me what you are.â
âYour good girl, Maâam,â Georgia closes her eyes, embarrassed and thrilled.
âMy good girl, huh?â you push your fingers back inside slick, swollen cunt lips. âYou know I take great pride in pretty things that belong to me⊠maybe Iâll have to get you a collar,â you said while fucking her hard.
When Georgia whimpers and moans, itâs so much weaker and softer than her normal sounds. Itâs the noise of a woman on the brink of her sensibilities, on the brink of new realizations about herself. You want to give her all and more, she looks so pretty like this, tied-up, spread open, pink, and puffing for air. She would look prettier with a hand wrapped around her throat, you think, but decide that will be more fun when itâs negotiated for another special evening, and there certainly will be another.
Fingers hilted far inside her cunt, curling against her g-spot, you are fucking her deep and fast until her hips are jolting and shaking in the air, you work her hard, relentless even. Her gleaming little asshole twitches and flexes. You grin, gathering saliva on the back of your tongue. When you hoicks a glob of spit, expert aim, dripping down her asshole, it does things to Georgia. You press your thumb into her ring, not penetrating, not delving too far, just pressing and circling against her slippery little hole. Georgia cries out and bucks her hips, forehead wrinkling, brows knitted, teeth clenching, her throat tense and rocking with want.
âPoor little baby girl,â you crane down and kiss her belly in sporadic little trails. âYou feel so fucking drippy and desperate, princess, I can feel you clenching, you should be careful⊠I would hate it if you were sore tomorrow.â
âShut up!â Georgia barks, giggling and moaning in the same breaths. It gives you an abrupt good laugh too.
âFine baby,â you whisper and you fuck the clingy little cunt with your fingers, slipping out, smoothing your fingers over flush wet lips, circling her throbbing clit, pushing back in fast and deep. âYou want to cum?â
âYes please Maâam, And.â Georgia nods frantically, gathering her breath. âWill you⊠will you put your thumb in?â
âMy thumb in your butt?â you have to bite back the smirk.
âPlease?â
âWell I would just hate it if it was too much for you to take kitten.â you grin and nip her hipbone, fingers curling and fucking her to oblivion. âBut, if youâre sureâ
âIâm sure!â Georgia almost wails. âIâm sure, sure, sure! Please, I canâtâŠâ Georgia rocks her hips, desperate and close. âI canât hold on much longer.â
âYouâll hold on as long as I fucking tell you to hold it, baby. God help you if you donât.â you made no bones, warm and soft and indifferent. âThereâs a good girl, just give up, there you go, it will be so much better for you when you learn to just let me make the decisionsâŠâ
Georgia finally cries. It isnât thick horrible destructive tears, she weeps, bottom lip going, nodding slowly, melting into her helplessness. She cries, and itâs enough to soften the little malevolent god between her legs.
âThere you go,â you hush, thumb dipping and pressing inside. Georgia inhales a breath too big for her lungs, stiff and on the edge of herself. âJesus, youâre sucking me inside greedy girlâ You feel her muscles tense and flex against your thumb.
âSo good!â Georgia makes less and less sense, barely holding on to herself. âPlease? Please, Daddy?â
You blink, registering the deference, a word that hasnât been negotiated, and yet⊠sounds and feels so fucking perfect. You just nod into it, feeling it out, thrilled and aroused beyond reason.
âOkay baby,â you husk when her muscles get tight all at once when the poor little baby dripping down her wrist canât take anymore. âYou can cum for Daddy.â
âThank you!â
Georgia cums in a rush, explodes all at once, a big bang in and of herself. You grin and feel her flexing pretty holes get tight, fucking, forcing them to take more and more despite the sensitivity. It makes Georgia blink away tears, makes her open-mouthed sob stay hung and silent, frozen, her brain stuck like a stalled engine. You fuck her harder, faster, thrumming against her swollen g-spot until youâre certain you got the right angle.
Then, you really make Georgia burst.
âThere you go princess,â you hush and rub dripping fingers up and over her soaked, twitching swollen cunt. âSuch a good, good, good girl.â you laugh, teasing a bucking, over-sensitive clit that twists and tries to escape your ministrations.
âS-sorry,â Georgia stutters out of nowhere, nervous and not quite sure of the mechanics. âI didnâtâŠI didnât meanâŠâ She glances at you, then immediately looks away.
âWhat baby?â your brows furrow.
When you look down, taking stock of yourself, of your dripping wet t-shirt, your sprayed jeans, and the tiny puddle on the living room floor that would definitely need mopping. You nod and close your eyes, trying your hardest not to be pleased. âItâs okay, baby, thatâs just squirt.â Your voice wobbles with amusement. âGeorgia, it was very much intentional on my part,â you whisper and start the process of untying the suspension lines.
âWait.â Georgia stares in disbelief as her thigh is slowly lowered back to the ground. âYou⊠you can do that on purpose?â
âYeah baby,â you knitted your brow together. âYou want to try again later? Get you a snack, some water, put you in the bath first?â
Georgiaâs expression is glittering, glowing, giddy, and pleased. It makes you feel pleased too. When Georgia has both legs back on the floor, curling and tucking up towards your chest as the rope is untied and takes off her shins, thatâs when she finds her voice again.
âThat sounds lovely baby.â
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chocolate chip cookies (alessia russo x depressed!reader)
when you quit the team, feeling lost, no one knows what to do, including you. you spend days curled up in bed, alone, until you meet alessia, your replacement, who brings you out of your shell and helps you find yourself again.
warnings: depression is a big topic in this one! no mention of s/h or suicidal thoughts, just overall depression. if you're feeling depressed, don't hesitate to reach out.
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When you tell the team that youâre quitting, the room goes silent. Then someone bursts out laughing. Youâre not sure who, youâre staring at the ground, not wanting to look into the faces of your now former teammates. They think itâs a joke. Itâs only when you turn around and leave without another word that they realise youâre being serious.Â
And you are. You've already spoken to Jonas - he tried to convince you to stay, but youâd made up your mind. He told you that whilst he couldnât guarantee there would always be a spot for you on the team, thereâd always be a spot for you at the club. You nodded, thanking him quietly. You wonât be going back, you know that, but it seems unnecessary to make this harder for everyone else.
You donât go back to the training ground after you tell everyone. Youâve already packed all your things in your car, wanting to make your departure quick and easy. On the drive home, your phone keeps buzzing with messages and calls from your former teammates. When youâre at a red light, you turn your phone off.
You decided to leave a while ago. Youâve lost any passion for the game, and when you realised that you were just going through the movements, you decided it would be best for the team if you left. You were dead weight, taking up a spot that could be used by someone else. Someone better. Someone who cares.
When you get home, you leave everything in the car, even your phone. You go inside and go straight to your room, getting into bed. youâre just so tired. It doesnât take long for you to fall asleep, feeling slightly more peaceful now that you donât have the prospect of quitting looming ahead.Â
You wake up to the sound of someone banging on your front door. Most of the day has passed, itâs getting dark outside. You lie there for a minute, waiting to see if the banging will stop, but it just gets more insistent. You sigh, dragging yourself out of bed and to the front door. When it opens, you see the faces of your teammates. Beth, Viv, Leah, Kim, Katie. The core five. They ask whatâs going on, say that theyâve been trying to call you and message you all day. You walk past them to your car, get your phone out, shrug.Â
âI left my phone in the car,â you say. You watch them exchange glances.
Still, you donât want to be a bad host. Or a bad friend - if they still consider you a friend. You decide that itâs understandable if they donât. You invite them in, and they pile onto your sofa. Leah pulls a stool in front of the sofa, telling you to sit down. You sit. Five faces stare at you, expressions ranging from confused to worried to something like anger.Â
You didnât mean to make anyone angry.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Kim asks, her captain voice on.Â
You shrug.
âWhy would you quit?â Katie asks, frowning.Â
Iâm not good enough, I'm bringing the team down, I donât care about playing, the team deserves better, you all deserve better, runs through your head.
You shrug.
âY/n, is something going on?â Viv asks, her voice gentle.Â
Iâm tired, I donât want to do this anymore, I just want to sleep, I wish I didnât exist, life would be easier if I didnât exist, I donât understand why any of you are here, why do you care about me, I donât care about me, Iâm not worth caring about.
You shrug, then shake your head.Â
âI just donât want to play anymore,â you finally say. Youâre not sure if itâs the truth or not. You loved playing, once. You loved the feeling that you got when you were on the pitch, the way it made everything else melt away. But you havenât had that feeling in a while. When youâre on the pitch, the voice telling you youâre not good enough follows you.Â
Your former teammates frown. Theyâre not convinced, and honestly, neither are you. You say that youâre tired, you want to sleep. They get the hint and leave, but not before each hugging you tightly, telling you to call them if you need anything. Beth and Viv promise to bring Myle around at the weekend, and Leah says sheâll come and see you tomorrow.Â
They keep it up for a few weeks, but the season is starting, and you know theyâre busy. You spend your days at home, curled up in bed, cocooned in a blanket. You watch tv and scroll on your phone for hours. You order the food shopping to be delivered so you donât even have to leave the house. Someone usually visits you on their day off, and the girls message you. You go over to Beth and Vivâs place, cuddle the dogs, watch tv there instead of in bed at home. It's okay. Youâre fine. You donât feel any better, really, but itâs fine.
It starts when youâre forced to go to a movie night. Leah promises itâs just a small group of the girls, she knows you donât want to be faced with the whole team. She tells you that thereâs one new girl there, the new signing, but that sheâs really nice. On the day, you think about ways to get out of it - surely Leah canât just force you to go?Â
She can and she does. She shows up at your house, tells you that she will pick you up and put you in the car if she has to. You crack a smile at the image. Itâs the first time youâve smiled in a while. Leah notices.Â
The movie night is at hers. She's picked you up early, and when you get back to her place she sets you to work, chopping fruits and veggies for a snack board. The doorbell rings, the first person arriving. You expect it to be maybe Beth and Viv, who are usually pretty punctual, but itâs the new girl. Alessia. You've seen her in person a couple of times, when the team played against Manchester United last season, but you were already feeling out of it and hadnât paid much attention to her then.
She comes in, hugs Leah and smiles at you. You smile back. She asks if thereâs anything she can do to help, and Leah directs her to some meat and cheese sheâs put out that needs slicing. She's been seeing charcuterie boards on instagram a lot lately and wanted to try making one.
âYou mean, you wanted to get us to make one for you,â Alessia teases, and you let out a small laugh. It surprises you, and Leah, whose mouth drops open slightly. Alessia doesnât think twice of it - why would she, sheâs never really met you before. She wouldnât know that itâs the first time anyone has made you laugh in, well, months.Â
The evening goes well. It's nice to be around the girls. You donât pay much attention to the movie, your brain feels too foggy to keep up with it. The mean voice returns, telling you that youâre just there because they feel sorry for you. You start picking at your nails.Â
âI like your nail polish,â Alessia leans over and says to you quietly. Sheâs sat next to you on the sofa.Â
âOh, thanks,â you reply, taken aback. The nail polish is chipped and worn, remnants from Katie coming over and painting your nails a few weeks ago.Â
âIt's a great colour. I like having my nails done but I'm terrible at leaving them alone. I fidget too much and I'm clumsy so I usually end up breaking at least one,â she tells you, looking at her own nails.Â
You nod, not saying anything. You wrack your brain, trying to think of what to say or how to act. It's been so long since you talked to anyone new that you feel like youâve forgotten how to be normal.
âUm, you can borrow it, if you want,â you say. âThe colour, I mean. I can give it to one of the girls to give to you.â
âReally? Thatâd be great!â she looks at you with a big smile. You feel an odd sensation in your stomach, like youâve just had a hot drink and the warmth is trying to spread throughout your body.
You nod shyly, giving her a small smile.
After that night, she starts messaging you. The first message you write off as being about the nail polish. After all, why else would she message you? She keeps going, though. After she sends you a message thanking you for the nail polish, she mentions a book sheâs reading. Youâve read it too, so you figure the polite thing to do is to ask her what she thinks of it so far. Then she asks you for recommendations. Youâve been reading a lot, lately, now that you have time. You send her a detailed list, then realise that maybe thatâs too much, but youâve sent it now. She replies with heart eyes and exclamation marks, so you think that maybe it was okay after all.Â
She asks if she can come over to borrow a book youâve told her about. After a moment of hesitation, you say yes, she can come over tomorrow afternoon, if that works. You spend the rest of the day cleaning and tidying. The next morning you find a chocolate chip cookie recipe. You used to bake a lot, but you didnât really have time for it anymore after becoming a professional footballer, and you werenât meant to be eating that kind of thing anyway. The thought crosses your mind as you mix the ingredients that maybe Alessia wonât want any, since most of the team eat pretty healthily. You keep mixing. Itâs too late now, you might as well finish making them.
Youâre nervous, waiting for her to arrive. Youâre not sure why, probably just because you havenât interacted with her alone before. Youâve put some cookies out on a plate in case she wants any, and youâve already got the book she wants to borrow lying on the table.Â
When the doorbell rings, it makes you jump. You open the door and she steps inside, immediately giving you a hug, then quickly stepping back.
âSorry, is hugging okay? I need to get better at checking with people before I hug them,â she says apologetically.
âHugging is okay,â you nod, and she grins and pulls you into a hug.
âOh my god, it smells amazing in here!â she exclaims, looking around.
âI made chocolate chip cookies,â you explain, and brace yourself for rejection. âDo you want one?â
âAbsolutely!â she says, and you try to hide the surprise on your face. You offer her the plate and she takes one. When she bites into it, she lets out a moan that has you blushing. âHoly shit, y/n, these are incredible! You really made these yourself?â
You feel that warmth pooling in your stomach again. You nod, smiling shyly.Â
âYou should be a professional baker or something, these are so so good!â she tells you, polishing off the cookie. You canât help but smile. There are crumbs on the corners of her mouth and a smear of chocolate on her chin.
âYouâve, um, got something,â you say, pointing to your chin. âRight there. A bit of chocolate, I think.â
âWhoops,â she blushes, wiping the chocolate away with a sheepish smile.
âOh, I have the book you wanted,â you say, figuring that she probably has things to do.Â
âTrying to get rid of me so quickly?â she asks.
A pit opens up in your stomach. âNo, no!â you quickly insist, but she laughs and waves you off.
âIâm just teasing,â she tells you, smiling.Â
You smile back, but itâs forced. It doesnât seem like Alessia notices, though.Â
âYou have a lot of books,â she says, eyeing the large bookshelf in your living room. âHave you always read a lot?â
âI used to, when I was little. I didnât really have time to read as much when I joined the team,â you say, and wince at the mention of your leaving. Sheâs never brought up the fact that she essentially replaced you, and you donât want her to.
âIâm guessing leaving the team has given you a lot more time for things like reading?â she asks, and you nod.Â
âAnd baking,â you add, not wanting it to seem like youâve just been sitting at home not doing anything since you left. Even if that is the truth. She doesnât need to know that today is the first time youâve baked in, well, years.
âTrue, that one is very important!â she says, taking another cookie from the plate. âSeriously, y/n, these are amazing.â
She keeps asking you things, about yourself, about books, about your life, and you donât realise how much time has passed until you look outside to see that itâs gotten dark. She follows your gaze out of the window and jumps up.
âShit, I didnât realise how late it was! I really should get going,â she says apologetically.
You hold out the plate of cookies. âWant one for the road?â
The two of you message more after that. Itâs weird, how easy it is to talk to her. You chalk it up to the fact that she never met you before you left. This is the only version of you she knows. She doesnât expect anything from you.
A couple weeks later, she asks if she can borrow another book. This time she wants you to recommend something for her, and you pore over your bookshelf for hours, trying to find the perfect book for her. Once youâve decided on one, the next task youâre faced with is what to bake this time. She didnât mention anything about it, but after she enjoyed your cookies so much, it feels like itâd only be right to bake something again.Â
This time you make pumpkin spice cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. You carefully mould little pumpkins out of marzipan to decorate the cupcakes, and you canât help but feel a swell of pride at the look of astonishment on her face when she eats one and lets out a moan at how good it is. She keeps commenting on the little pumpkins, in awe at the fact that you made them by hand, and the warm feeling spreads throughout your body, making your fingers tingle. After she leaves, armed with a new book and two more cupcakes, you get a message from Leah, inquiring about where her cupcake is, and how come Alessia gets cupcakes but youâve never baked anything for her, and you smile to yourself.
The days in between visits are not as good. You still spend a lot of time curled up in bed. Sometimes, you think about the future, and you usually end up falling asleep trying not to think about it, brain spiralling.Â
This goes on for a few months. Every couple of weeks, Alessia visits you for a new book and some new baked goods, and every time the two of you spend a little longer talking. You both avoid the topic of you leaving the team and what youâre going to do next. You have enough money in savings that itâs not something you have to worry about, for a while at least, and thinking about it makes you want to cry, or sleep, or just not exist anymore.
One day, though, Alessia is sitting on your sofa, eating a slice of lemon cake, when she asks gently, âWhat are you doing, y/n?â.
The question is enough to make you burst into tears, tears that you didnât know youâd been holding in.Â
âI donât- I donât know,â you sob helplessly as she rushes to your side, pulling you into a hug.
âWell, what do you want to do?â she asks after youâve calmed down a little.
The question makes you stop. You havenât thought about that in forever.Â
âAll Iâve ever wanted to do is play football,â you shrug.Â
âBut⊠not anymore?â she prompts you. You can understand why sheâd think that. You quit, after all.
âI donât know. I think I do still want to play, just⊠not at that level. It was too much. I feel like I-â you trail off, sighing. âI feel like I lost myself. And I still donât know where I am, or who I am. Everything just feels so hard, like itâs all so much effort, and like thereâs nothing I can do to stop it all from happening, like itâs a huge wave and Iâm just getting tossed around under the water, barely able to come up for air.â
She nods, not saying anything, and you feel a sudden rush of embarrassment for opening up like that.
âSorry, I donât know why I said all that, I-â you say, but she cuts you off.
âNo, itâs okay! I asked, I want to know. And it makes sense. A friend of mine struggled with depression a lot when we were teenagers, and-â
âWait, depression? You think Iâm depressed?â you ask, confused. Alessia laughs gently, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âOh, Iâm 99% sure youâre depressed,â she says.Â
âWha- Iâm not depressed,â you insist, shaking your head. âItâs not like I want to hurt myself or anything.â
âOkay, but do you ever feel like it would be easier if you didnât exist?â she asks, and you frown. âOr, like, have you lost interest in things you were previously passionate about? Do you feel tired all the time?â
âOkay,â you say, slowly. âSo, maybe Iâm a little depressed.â
The mean voice at the back of your mind laughs.Â
âWhat if Iâm just being dramatic, though?â you ask. âPlus, I have no reason to be depressed. I have a good life, I have nothing to worry about.â
âLook, what if you go and see someone? A doctor, or a therapist?â she suggests, and your cheeks burn at the thought of burdening someone else with your problems.
âNo, itâs fine, itâs not that serious,â you say, waving a hand. âThereâs definitely more important stuff they have to deal with. Iâm fine, seriously.â
She raises an eyebrow but drops the topic. She brings it up the next time she comes over though, and the next, and the next. You think about it a lot.You look stuff up online, look at social media accounts talking about peopleâs experiences, buy books dealing with the subject.Â
The next time she comes over, you tell her youâve made an appointment with a therapist, and she hugs you tightly.Â
You start seeing each other weekly, after that. Sometimes sheâll go to yours, sometimes youâll go to hers. Sheâs on a mission to help you figure out what you want, and nothing is going to stop her. She buys you baking books and equipment, goes to galleries and museums with you, watches documentaries on pretty much everything and anything the two of you can find. When you mention that youâve been thinking about learning how to play the piano, she helps you find a teacher nearby.Â
Things are looking up. You still donât know what you want to do, but youâre feeling better. Your therapist is good, and you thank your lucky stars that youâre in a position to be able to pay for private therapy.Â
When Alessia rings your doorbell, you donât think anything of it. Youâd planned for her to come over to watch a documentary sheâd found about llamas (you werenât sure what revelation you were going to have about your future from watching something about llamas, but who were you to deny her?). When you open the door, sheâs smiling from ear to ear and holding a box.
âI have a surprise for you,â she says, closing the door behind her gently as she comes in.
She carefully sets the box down and opens it to reveal a small ginger kitten. It looks up at you with wide eyes and lets out a small meow, then puts its paws up on the edge of the box, looking out curiously.
âAlessia, what is this? Whose kitten is this?â you ask, dumbfounded.
âYours?â she asks, smiling sheepishly.Â
âWhat do you mean, mine?âÂ
âI mean, sheâs your kitten. If you want her? Oh god, please say you want her. Itâs just, you talked about having a cat when you were younger, and how much youâd like to have one again, and I figured theyâre a lot lower maintenance than dogs, and-â sheâs cut off by you hugging her tightly. Tears prick the corners of your eyes and you try to blink them away fiercely, still hugging Alessia.Â
A small mew alerts you to the kitten, who has jumped out of the box and is rubbing her head against your leg.Â
âI have her stuff in the car,â Alessia says, nodding towards the door. âIâll just go get it?â
You nod, unable to look at anything but the tiny kitten now trying to clamber up your leg.Â
Youâve been seeing your therapist for about 6 months when Alessia asks you to be her girlfriend. Itâs a couple months after she got you Dorothea - Dory for short (or Dorito, occasionally), as youâd named the ginger kitten. Youâre stunned, but quickly nod yes as she starts to bite her lip, looking worried at your lack of answer. You hug her, feeling her breathe a sigh of relief against you, and when she kisses you she tastes like the chocolate chip cookies youâd made earlier that day, the same recipe as the first time sheâd come over.Â
Your therapist has been helping you figure out what you want, now that youâre slowly regaining some of the passion youâd lost. You decide that you do still want to do something with football, just, as youâd told Alessia, not professional football. You hadnât realised how much youâd missed having time to yourself, having other hobbies outside of your work.Â
You get in contact with Jonas, who puts you in contact with some other people, and before you know it youâre back at the club. Not on the team, you've made it pretty clear that thatâs not what you want. Instead, youâre spending the day at the youth program. You already know by lunch time that this is what you want to do.Â
Before you know it, youâre settled in as a coach for the Academy. Your days consist of working with kids, young people who have the whole world ahead of them. You still have bad days sometimes, where it feels like you canât get out of bed. On days like that Dory cuddles up next to you in bed, and Alessia holds you close. She moves in after you get the job, claiming it makes sense, since youâre always either at her place or sheâs at your place anyway. She insists that sheâs still very much a dog person, but you catch her asleep on the sofa one evening, with Dory curled up on her lap, and you smile.
#alessia russo#woso x reader#alessia russo x reader#alessia russo imagine#alessia russo fanfic#woso fanfics#woso#woso imagine#awfc#also i know this is a pretty 'good' image of depression#and that it's usually much messier than this#but for the sake of the fic i left it fairly 'mild'#tw: depression#hannah writes fics
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Melting Pot III
Alexia Putellas x Child!Reader
Jenni Hermoso x Child!Reader
woso-dreamzzz Kids x Child!Reader (Bambi)
Summary: The weight of responsibility
You have three siblings.
(But Mami is thinking about adding another soon).
Only one is a boy.
He's the youngest, still a baby. His name is Jaume and Mami had him with her new girlfriend.
The next youngest is Osita. Mama had her after the breakup with Mami and two failed pregnancies before her.
You are the oldest but not by a lot.
Pequeñita is your twin, younger than you by not very long at all.
Mami says Pequeñita needs help sometimes. Even though you are twins, Pequeñita is different to you. She needs help with certain things. Mami says accommodations need to be made for her because of the way things affect her.
Osita is similar, you think but not the same. You asked Mama once if Osita had the same thing as Pequeñita did but she doesn't. Osita is similar to Pequeñita but in a different way.
Your sisters get a lot of attention because they need it. Your brother gets a lot of attention too.
You don't need it as much.
You are a big girl. You are independent. You don't need much. You do well on your own.
You think you are made to be on your own.
But then your twin slips her hand into yours when you walk to school and your youngest sister drags you over to her plushie collection and your brother toddles towards you when you come through the door.
You don't need much attention. You don't need it like Pequeñita and Osita do. You are happy with your trains, shepherded into the corner of the room to play while Jaume demonstrates his walking abilities.
You are not the biggest at school. You are not the loudest like Tia Mapi's girls are. You are not the most popular girl either, not like the Williamson girls or the new Swedish girl.
You are just you and you can't understand why anyone would care too much about you.
You think you must be made to be alone but every time you think that, you're reminded that you aren't.
You aren't made to be alone because you didn't come into this world alone.
You have always been a part of a pair.
"Alright girls," Alexia says softly to you, zipping up your jacket all the way up to your chin," Have you got everything?"
Pequeñita nods, her backpack secure on her back.
You don't respond, just staring off into space again.
But then Pequeñita slips her hand into yours and you look at her again, clarity coming back into your eyes.
She smiles to you, like a mirror image of something you can never be.
You smile back though because Pequeñita is your twin and you love her.
Pequeñita is not at fault for all the things that swirl in your heart. You came into the world with your twin. You don't know how you could cope with it all if she wasn't be your side.
Sometimes, you feel like you're being forced down a river, the rapids beating you around as you float down to somewhere unknown. Sometimes you feel like you can think of nothing but the whirlpool that is forcing your head under the tides but then there's a little hand pulling you out.
A little hand pulling you up onto the raft and there's a familiar mirror image of yourself looking back at you.
Pequeñita understands you like you don't think anyone else can understand you. But Pequeñita is where all your icky feelings started to spark.
You pull your hand from hers as Alexia helps you into the car.
You don't glance at the shocked look on your twin's face as you turn away from her, slipping off from the safety of the raft.
Alexia can see you in the rear view mirror. You've been having episodes like this a lot lately, turning away from all comfort, even from Pequeñita.
She'd hoped your weekend spent with Jenni and Osita would brighten you up but you'd returned even more sullen and quiet and nothing she tried to do helped.
it's a mystery as to what's going on and you refuse to give her even an inch to work with.
"Are those my girls?"
Jenni's opened the car door before Alexia's even had the time to turn the car off.
"Hi, Mama!" Pequeñita says, unbuckling her seatbelt and shuffling over so Jenni can help her out. "Hi, Osita!"
Osita waves.
You sit in the car though, even when Jenni's unbuckled your seatbelt. You just stay there, staring out of your window.
Jenni runs her finger over your cheek and you finally look at her, tearing your eyes away from the outside.
"Hey, you," She laughs," I don't get a kiss and a cuddle?"
You're tense as you give her what she asks for before slipping out of the car.
Alexia purses her lips as you and your sisters walk ahead on the short trip up the road to the front gate.
Jenni's frowning.
"Did something happen this morning?" She asks," Bambi isn't..."
"I don't know," Alexia admits," She's just having one of her moments again."
Jenni stares at the back of your head, the way you're slighting curled into yourself, the way you're not touching either of your sisters.
They're talking, voices carrying across the road.
But you're not.
You stay silent.
"Pequeñita!" Alexia calls," Come here!"
"Osita!" Jenni calls as well," Wait a minute!"
All three of you were about to go and line up with your classes without saying goodbye.
Pequeñita and Osita shuffle back towards them but you stay by yourself at the gate, staring longingly at the school building.
You don't cross the gate but you don't go back to your mothers either.
You just wait there.
Pequeñita and Osita get smothered in kisses and cuddles and reminders to be good and to eat all their lunch.
Alexia's hand lands on your shoulder. "You look after your sisters, alright? You know they need a little help sometimes."
You nod.
"You're a good big sister," She tells you.
You shrug her hand off your shoulder and accept the hair ruffle Jenni gives you.
You are the one in charge when you cross the threshold of the gate.
You take Osita to her class' line.
You take Pequeñita to the line you share.
She slips her hand into yours. You stare at it, little brow furrowed in confusion.
You spare a glance over at Tia Mapi's daughters. They have the other set of twins in the school.
Bebita and Skatt are twins but they don't seem to be like you and Pequeñita. You're not sure how they are different but they are.
Bebita is not in charge of Skatt like you are in charge of Pequeñita. Cub is not in charge of Sunshine and Teeny like you are of Osita.
Bebita is the oldest twin and Cub is the oldest daughter. You fill both of those roles in your family and, yet, they do not fill their roles like you do.
Their sisters don't need help like yours do.
You suppose it should make you happy that you are responsible enough to look after your sister. You suppose you should feel important but you don't.
You don't think you're important at all.
Sometimes, when you push yourself off the raft Pequeñita has made for you, you feel fragile. As the waves batter you, you can feel yourself cracking, like you're a piece of glass.
The waves crash and crash against you and you fracture in every place you can think of, right down to your very core.
Pequeñita is your twin and you love her. Osita is your little sister. You love her too.
But sometimes you wish that it was just you.
You came into the world with a pair, a mirror image that's not really a mirror.
But you've always been built to be alone.
Pequeñita's hand is in yours.
You pull away from her, walking to the front of the line, leaving her behind.
#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas#jenni hermoso x reader#jenni hermoso#woso community#woso imagine#woso fanfics#woso
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There's People Watching
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: Timeline? I donât know her. Started writing this early 2023. Based on the Jade LeMac song
[WOSO Masterlist]
Everyone always joked about it. About how great a couple you and Alexia would be.Â
Every time Mapi would poke fun at the two of you Alexia would just roll her eyes, a dangerous smirk playing at the edge of her lips.Â
Every time Leila would ask if there was something hidden in the charged looks you would exchange with each other youâd just push at her shoulders, expertly avoiding your best friendâs question with ease.
You and Alexia were the best of friends, partners in crime. Where she was the Queen, you were her Knight, more content to stand off to the side but still a steady force when she needed you.Â
You hadnât always been in love with her. It crept up slowly on you, the admiration for your friend turning something romantic in nature as the years went on. Your mouth started getting dry whenever she came in the room, her smile set off butterflies deep in your stomach, Alexia became all your senses could focus on.Â
You were content leaving it as it was. Alexia has been in your life since you could remember, and you werenât willing to risk it all on a little crush.
And then one drink filled night Alexia kissed you.Â
Your fate was sealed right then and there.Â
It made sense when Alexia asked for discretion. Being public figures, no matter how big or small, always came with some degree of scrutiny. Anything that could be kept private could be considered a blessing in disguise, and your budding relationship? Well that was definitely something Alexia wanted to keep to yourselves.
Itâs sweet, the way she cares for you behind closed doors.
Itâs beautiful, the way she loves you when no oneâs watching.
And itâs fun, sneaking around. Stealing kisses when no oneâs watching. Hiding in the shadows together.
Your touches were only meant for each other. Your love was only for the two of you to share.
Itâs sweet, itâs beautiful, itâs fun.
Itâs all those things until it isnât.Â
Somewhere along the line, as Barcelona becomes a club whispered about in awe, as Alexia is pushed more into the spotlight, she starts pulling away from you. In the quiet of your home sheâs still every bit the loving girlfriend youâve come to know. But the second you walk out the door, the second all eyes are on you, youâre no longer Alexia and (Y/N). Itâs no longer the two of you shouldering the weight of the world together. It becomes just Alexia. And just you. Two lovers pretending to be less than what they are.
But you love her. So you donât say anything. You donât try to convince her to love without abandonment.
Her image is important to her and Alexia is important to you too, so you stay quiet, content to love her in secret.
But thereâs only so much one can take.Â
Itâs on the eve of your second anniversary that the cracks finally start to show.Â
The two of you are at a gala, Alexia having to fulfill some of her media duties as captain and you not wanting to be without your girlfriend on such a special day. Itâs not weird for your Barca teammates to be at such events so no one bats an eye when you show up together. Alexia usually bars you from going along with her to events, lest others figure out your relationship status, but sheâs also slightly clingier given the day.Â
Youâre careful to keep your distance after arriving. Never brushing hands, never exchanging prolonged eye contact. It hurts you to have to act like Alexia doesnât mean a thing to you, but it is how it is.Â
Youâve been doing a good job. Smiling at the sponsors, exchanging small talk with everyone and no one. And then it happens. Alexia reaches across you to grab a drink from the waiter. On instinct your hand drops to her back, steadying the midfielder so she doesnât fall over.Â
Alexia instantly stiffens.Â
You pretend it doesnât hurt when she pulls away.
Sheâs quick to make her departure, claiming a need to talk to another one of the sponsors, but you both know the truth.Â
Youâre internally cursing at yourself, but whatâs done is done. You know the rules. You know what you can and canât do, what sheâll tolerate in public.Â
It hurts, but itâs just the way things have always been and always will be.Â
Itâs no surprise she stays on the other side of the room for the rest of the evening.Â
When Alexiaâs pressing you against the mattress later that night, later when youâre back in the solitude of your apartment, you try to forget the pain through the pleasure. Itâs easy to pretend youâre not just a secret when she whispers sweet nothings into your ear, one leg pressing firmly between yours.Â
When you fall asleep after sheâs had her appetite sated, warm bodies pressed against one another, you canât help but start to feel the cold ache of something unpleasant seeping in.Â
---
The break up was inevitable.Â
No matter how much you love her, you couldnât deny how much it hurt when Alexia wouldnât love you the way you deserved.Â
âYou treat me like a stranger. You canât even look me in the eye when weâre out with friends.â
Not having the social support that came with most relationships really helped drive this to the ground. Secret meant secret, no friends, no families involved.Â
Itâs lonely pretending youâre not in love.Â
Even lonelier pretending youâre not in love alone.Â
âI feel like youâre ashamed of me.â
Itâs sharp. Itâs loud.Â
Itâs deafening how much freedom sounds.
âI canât do this.â
Alexia doesnât give you another explanation.
You donât ask for one.
When the door closes behind her, it feels like nothing makes sense anymore.
---
Itâs been coming for a while now.Â
The nagging feeling that you need to do whatâs best for your career. With your playing time dwindling as the season progresses as well as the end of your contract looming near, you know you have to start branching out your options.Â
You pretend your break up with Alexia doesnât play a part in your focus on the pool outside of Spain.
Thereâs one offer that stands out among the rest.Â
Manchester City, the home of the blues. Onaâs already in the same city, albeit playing for a rival club, but her presence is one of the selling points that eventually convinces you to go. Youâve always had a soft spot for the defender, always considering her a younger sister even long after she left Barcelona. Although youâre rivals now, youâre more than happy to be reunited, one of the first bright spots in a couple weeks marred with nothing but sadness and hurt.
When news of your transfer breaks, Alexiaâs one of the first to call.
You stare at your phone until it rings out to voicemail. Her contact photo, a beautiful picture of her mid-laugh that you had captured in what seems like another lifetime ago, sends sharp pains through your heart. You yearn for those secret weekend getaways she used to take you on, back before everything blew up in your face, back when this thing between the two of you was sparkling, new and exciting.
Sitting in your bare apartment, boxes piled up by the front door, you canât help but feel cheated by the startling end to what couldâve been a love story for the ages.
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Despite being the smaller person, Ona nearly barrels you over when you come out of your gate.Â
Laughing, you hug her back with the same vigor, quietly soaking in the familiar presence of a longtime friend.Â
Sheâs talking a mile a minute, eager to catch you up about her life in Manchester as well as try to get updates of the girls back home. Itâs only a miracle that you get Ona to lead you out of the airport before she starts digging more into why you decided to leave all you know behind for the English league.
Everythingâs so sparkly and new, itâs not hard to get lost in all the glitz and glam of moving to another country. Youâre so caught up in all thatâs involved with both moving clubs and country that you donât remember to turn your phone back on until later that night when youâre finally ready to settle down for the night.Â
What you see there makes all of the elation youâve experienced today dissipate.Â
Alexia Putellas: [Iâm sorry]
You stare at the two words until they blur, until your screen times out and youâre left staring at a person you donât recognize in the reflection of the dark screen.
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Manchester is good to you.Â
You win some, you lose some, but damn does it feel good to find joy in your favorite game again.
With the way youâre playing itâs not a surprise when you get the call up for the Euros.Â
Youâre nervous, of course you are, but youâd be lying if you said it was just nerves from representing your country.
The night before youâre set to meet up with the rest of the team you get a call.
On the screen is a name you havenât seen in a while but one you havenât stopped thinking about since you left Barcelona.
You hesitate for a moment, not sure if you should answer it. But Alexiaâs always been your kryptonite. And a season spent apart would never be enough for that to change.
She sounds surprised when you pick up. Thereâs a sharp intake of breath, before she whispers your name out in awe.
âI want this.â Her voice is quiet, barely coming through the speaker.
You swallow. Suddenly the phone feels like it weighs a thousand pounds. âAle.â
Itâs one word, but both of you can hear the emotions there. The hurt. The silent plea for her not to do this to you again.Â
âI miss you.â She sounds frustrated, on the verge of tears.Â
If you close your eyes you can imagine the way sheâs pacing back and forth in what used to be your shared living room. Alexia always had a knack for mindless pacing when she was frustrated, trying to work things out.Â
âAlexia, donât.â
âI love you and I want to make this work.â
You tilt your head back, letting it hit your bedrest as you squeeze your eyes shut, ignoring the painful clench of your heart at her admission. The pinch of your nails digging into your palm is the only thing keeping you grounded as your voice comes out strangled, pained. âWhy are you doing this?â
â(Y/N)--â
âCĂĄllate, Alexia,â you hiss. You rub harshly at your face, trying to erase the traces of your tears despite your lack of witnesses. âWhy? Why now? You had your chance to make me stay.â
Instead of answering your question Alexia returns with one of her own. âHave you moved on?â
Have you moved on? Well that was the question, wasnât it.Â
Youâre not sure if you should tell Alexia itâs hard to move on from someone you never stopped loving. Alexia never seemed to care about what you thought about your relationship. Why would she care now?
âBecause I havenât moved on.â It shouldnât make you feel hopeful, the words she says when you donât respond. Hope is a cruel thing but Alexia doesnât seem to care about the turmoil in your head she sets off with just those five words. âLetting you go, that was the worst mistake of my life. I never should have thrown us away. I shouldâve fought harder for us.â
Itâs everything you wanted to hear, but nearly a year later youâre not sure if itâs too late.
âTell me you havenât moved on.â Thereâs a slight plea in her voice as Alexia all but starts begging. âI donât know what I would do if you have.â
The seconds tick by and still you say nothing. Youâre crying earnestly now, comforted only by the fact that you can hear Alexia trying to muffle her cries on the other line.Â
Everything hurts. Your head, your heart, your body. Youâre just so sad and just so lonely and thereâs only ever been one person who could take away your pain.
âI canât walk away from you,â you whisper, the truth feeling like sandpaper in your throat. It stings and burns, but you could never lie to Alexia. Not even now. âYouâre⊠itâs like youâre stuck in my veins and I couldnât leave you even if I wanted to.â
Itâs no surprise your torturous brain works slower than your mouth. By the time youâve begun processing what this all means youâre already telling Alexia exactly what she wants to hear.
And when you finally fall into a tumultuous night of sleep youâre left wondering if love should really hurt this much.
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âYouâve been driving me crazy.â
Sneaking away at the first possible moment isnât at the top of your proudest moments, but you donât find yourself minding much with Alexia glued as close to your body as humanly possible.
Youâre a bit ashamed to say the two of you donât do too much talking before picking up right where you left off. Caught up between preparing for the tournament and fighting for a starting position didnât leave you with much time to figure out where things stood between you and Alexia.
And you definitely werenât going to be one to complain as long as it filled the void left behind with your departure from Spain.
âThank god for hot summer air, right?â You shamelessly grope at Alexiaâs ass, grinning when she lets out another desperate noise.
âYouâre a vision,â she groans, hands slipping under your shirt to palm at your abs.
âAnd youâre a tease,â you shoot back, laugh turning into a moan when Alexia turns her lips towards your neck. She peppers feather-light kisses all the way up until you reconnect your mouths again.Â
So caught up in each other, neither of you hear the door open behind you.Â
It isnât until thereâs a gagging noise echoing in the tiny room that you stiffen in place. Alexia jerks back, almost knocking over the shelf behind her as she tries to put as much space between the two of you as possible.Â
âThere is such a thing as too much tongue, you know?â Thereâs a sparkle of amusement in Leilaâs eyes as she takes in both of your disheveled states.
âLeila--â Alexia starts, but the defender doesnât let her finish.
âThe two of you are so lucky Mapi was too lazy to come grab the wrap herself. I volunteered to stop her whining but the amount of ammunition she wouldâve gottenâŠâ The Catalonian pauses, eyes switching from Alexia to you, finally taking in the look on your face.Â
From the moment Alexia leapt back, your face has been stony and unreadable. Itâs out of character for you, someone who never hesitates to show your heart on your sleeve.Â
Itâs such things about yourself like that youâve had to sacrifice to love Alexia.Â
You donât know if you have it in yourself to do it again.Â
Eyes lingering on your stiffened frame, itâs easy for Leila to know she walked in on something more important than a stolen hookup. She blinks slowly. âI didnât see anything.â Her voice is suddenly serious, no trace of her previous laughter in them.Â
Leila gives you a nod of acknowledgement as she reaches past you to grab one of the wraps on the shelf behind you. Her hand gives you a small squeeze before sheâs turning away, the door closing quietly behind her.Â
Itâs quiet for a moment.Â
You find yourself wishing the silence would last forever. The knowledge of the only way this will end weighs heavy on your heart.
Alexia doesnât seem to get your unspoken desire.
The midfielder runs a hand through her hair, letting out a nervous breath of air. âWell that was a close one.â
The smile on her face falls when she spots the way you havenât so much as moved the whole time Leila was here.Â
â(Y/N).â
You step away before Alexiaâs outstretched hand can touch you. Her hand falters mid-air, a stricken expression on her face.Â
She can tell by the look in your eye the decision youâve come to.
â(Y/N),â she repeats, now with a slight plea in her voice.
Shaking your head you let out a quiet sigh. âIâm not doing this with you again.â
You only give yourself enough time to pause in front of the door, eyes still looking everywhere but at Alexia. All it would take is one look for you to break. And you canât break. Not again.
âI deserve better than to be someoneâs secret.âÂ
You slip out, door closing in Alexiaâs face before she has a chance to say anything in return.Â
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Youâre quiet all throughout dinner.Â
After the afternoon youâve had, you have no appetite, simply pushing the food around your plate, taking a small bite here and there. Itâs enough to fool the rest of your teammates, but Leila watches on with concern, your best friend knowing you better than most.
Having decided youâve feigned eating long enough, youâre just about to get up from the table when a familiar blonde takes the spot right next to you.
You have to fight your sigh, simply turning away from the Catalonian.Â
She quietly murmurs your name but you ignore her. Patriâs looking at the two of you with intrigue, confused why youâre not giving Alexia the attention she so obviously wants. By the fifth time you pretend your plate is more exciting than Alexiaâs attempts to get you to look at her, most of the table has picked up on the frosty vibes emanating from you.Â
Unable to get your attention, Alexia does the unexpected.Â
She drops her hand on top of where yours is resting next to your water. Moving softly, she intertwines your fingers together, holding on tight.Â
You look down at your hands, mouth parted in surprise.
You try to school your expression, but you can tell by Leilaâs raised eyebrow that youâve failed.Â
âThereâs people watching.â You keep your eyes fixed at the table, knowing that if you stare into Alexiaâs brown eyes you would break down.Â
You try to pull your hand away but Alexiaâs hand tightens around yours.Â
âI know,â she murmurs, discreetly scooting her chair closer to yours.Â
Shutting your eyes, you let out a shaky breath. Her hand feels warm in yours, familiar.Â
Youâre still frozen when she leans towards you, face inching closer and closer to yours.Â
âLet them watch.â She darts in to press a kiss against your cheek, dangerously close to your mouth.Â
Alexia lingers and you hold your breath, afraid to make any movements.Â
âLet them see how lucky I am to have you.â
When you turn to face her itâs hard to miss the love and adoration shining in her eyes. Alexia gives you a shy smile, hand lightly squeezing yours.Â
âI love you.â
You donât miss the raised eyebrows and looks from around the table, but Alexia doesnât spare them any time. Her eyes are trained on you, warmth and sincerity shining through her gaze.
.
Youâre not ready to forgive her. But for right now, this is enough.
Letting Alexia love you is enough.
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Just like Mama | Alexia Putellas x Reader
Where your daughter wants to be just like her mama
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âMama scored!â Your daughter Talia jumped up from the couch and ran a celebratory lap around the coffee table, ending her lap in your arms.Â
âYes she did! Did you see that she did your celebration, Carinyo?â She nodded enthusiastically. âMama scored for me.â You kiss her on her cheek. âShe always does.â Talia cuddles back into your side, as the match plays on.
Since Talia had started pre-school you werenât able to go see her Mama play as often as you used to. You went to all the home games, but away games that involve travelling, were less practical now that your baby was growing. Despite not always being able to go watch your wifeâs matches live, you and Talia never missed a match.Â
Alexia had been nervous about not being related to your daughter by blood, when you were still pregnant, but while Talia was biologically yours, she was a carbon copy of your wife. They shared the same passion for football, the same big heart, the same shyness, and the characteristics were uncanny.Â
âMommy?â You hear the sadness laced into your daughterâs voice, and are fast to her side. âWhatâs wrong, Carinyo?â With big sad eyes she tells you that she misses her Mama. âI miss her too. Do you know what I like to do when I miss Mama?â Your four year old shakes her head, but you could tell in her eyes that you had piqued her interest.Â
You grab your phone out of your pocket. âI like to look at pictures of Mama, and think about the memories I have from those moments. Would you like to give it a try?â You took Talia crawling into your lap as a yes and got the first picture ready on your phone.
âHey, we have that one at home!â Talia instantly recognised the Ballon dâOr trophy that sat on the shelves of your home office. âYeah, thatâs right. Mama won two of these trophies, theyâre called Ballon dâOrâs. This was the first time she won it, and it means that she was the best footballer that season.â Talia nodded with a content smile, âMama is the best.â
âDo you know who that is, Carinyo?â Talia observes the next image. Alexia holding a baby in her arms. âIs that me, Mommy?â You nod with a smile on your face. âIt is! Thatâs the day that Mama and I got to bring you home from the hospital for the first time.â The memory brings a smile to your face. Bringing Talia home for the first time had been both scary and amazing. It was your and Alexiaâs first time being alone with Talia, no more doctors around to help you as the first time parents that you were. But also the moment the reality of your family expanding started to feel real. No longer just the two of you at home, but now a family of three.
âThis one isnât from too long ago. Remember Mamaâs birthday?â Talia thought for a moment before exclaiming, âWe had cake!â You chuckle at the part of the day she remembered, but she wasnât wrong. âThatâs right, we did have cake.â
The next picture on your phone brings an instant smile to your face, itâs an image of your wife posing on a bridge over the canals of Amsterdam. âThis is when I took Mama on a little weekend trip to Amsterdam. It was a very special trip, do you know why?â Talia shakes her head. âWhy Mommy?â You place a loving kiss onto her head. âIâll tell you why, Carinyo. I told Mama we were going to have a baby on this trip, that we were pregnant with you.â Talia seems deep in thought for a moment. âMommy, have I been to Amsterdam?âÂ
âWell only when you were still a tiny baby growing in my tummy.â With a determined look she turned your way. âCan we go now that Iâm a big girl?âÂ
You loved your little girl with all your heart, and yes to you she would always be your little girl, no matter how often she would say sheâs a big girl now. âYeah, Carinyo, I think we can take a little trip as a family when Mama has some time off next.â Content with that answer, Talia requested the next picture.
âIn this one Mama had just won the World Cup, and thatâs you celebrating with her on the field.â Talia was too young to remember the moment, but it would forever be one youâd hold close to your heart. Your wife accomplished something incredible and for the first time she was able to celebrate a trophy with her daughter.Â
While your mind went back to 2023 and the moment the final whistle blew, watching the girls win, your daughterâs mind was focussed on something else. âMama had pink hair.â You remember Ale coming home from running errands with her hair dyed a bright pink a few days before leaving for the World Cup. To say you were surprised was an understatement, sure Alexia dyed her hair every now and then, but usually they had been neutral colours. You loved her with any hair colour though, even the pink looked amazing on her.
âCan I have pink hair like Mama, please?â You were hesitant at first, but the many pleas that followed after with the best puppy dog eyes Talia could manage, you caved. âAlright, why not. Letâs surprise Mama with it.âÂ
Talia was overjoyed with her new hair, and walked around saying âJust like Mama.â every time she saw herself in a reflection.Â
Clad in her FC Barcelona kit, you took her to pick up your wife. The moment she saw Ale she ran towards her Mama. First she ran in for a hug, cause she missed her so much, but after she stepped back and proudly showed off her hair. âLook Mama, just like you!â Alexia took in the look, and smiled at her daughter, âJust like Mama, I like it. You look very pretty.âÂ
She picked up Talia and walked to your side. âSurprising me like I surprised you before the World Cup?â She smirked.
You raise your hand in surrender, âIt was all her idea, I just provided the hair dye.â She pecked your lips and hugged you with Talia still in her arms. âLetâs go home. Iâve missed cuddling with my favourite girls.â
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Secret (4) // Alexia Putellas
a/n: final part:)
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | extra |
When Alexia arrived at home, she thought about the next day, the next week and the following months.
She was ready to fight for you.
And even if there's no chance of ending up together, at least she would have tried.
She wanted you to be hers.
But she also knew that it would take time for you to trust her again.
The two of you had to start over, getting to know each other like when you joined Barcelona.
She was ready to fight for months, even years if that meant being yours someday.
Shy smiles
Alexia started to send you a shy smile each morning when you entered the locker room, her cheeks turning red most of the time when you caught her staring at you.
It was weird at first as you saw the glint in her eyes - she had a plan in mind - but nonetheless you accepted the small acknowledgment from her. It was a nice way to start the day. And you had to admit, catching her staring at you made your heart flutter.
Greetings and good byes
Growing up with the rule: 'everybody gets greeted and a goodbye' you enjoyed it very much when Alexia started to say 'hola' and 'adios'.
But what you even more appreciated was when she greeted you specifically.
-
Alexia entered the changing room rather late for her standards, most of the girls already getting ready for training.
"good morning" she said to your teammates before walking over to her cubby, passing yours, "hola y/n" she smiled, her cheeks turning red when you looked up at her with wide eyes. You hadnât expected that - she talked to you, in a room full of people.
"Hi" you whispered, watching the girl walk away.
Both of you had red cheeks, this simple interaction making your heart race. What was her plan? She hadnât approached you properly since the flower incident, was that her way of fighting? What was her way of fighting for you?
-
She surprised you a second time that day when she came to see you in the physio room.
In training, you had fallen awkwardly on your wrist, resulting in some pain which had to be checked. It wasnât something tragic, but better safe than sorry.
Running through the tests with the physio, you got interrupted by a knock, Alexia appearing in the door frame, "just wanted to say bye" she smiled, the same shy smile appearing on her face which youâve had met many times before.
"So, um, bye?"
You chuckled at her nervousness, "bye"
"SĂ, bye!" with that she rushed out, closing the door.
And like that the 'hi' and 'bye' continued for awhile.
Talking
"Iâve finally finished watching the show, it was awesome" Alexia randomly stated as you walked next to each other towards the pitch, "I really liked how it ended"
"Right?! It was a great plot twist" you knew immediately which show she meant - the one you had recommended.
"SĂ, sĂ. it made so much sense"
you fell easily into the conversation, sharing your opinions about the plot, characters and scenes and continued to do so until training started.
Seeing the two of you talk with one another became a regular occurrence, Ingrid, Mapi and Frido keeping an eye on both of you as they suspected something more soon, not knowing there had been already and Alexia was working on getting back together.
friends
Over the next few months, the two of you became friends, best friends if you were completely honest. and even though, both of you loved the other one more than anything was that an important step in your relationship. You had learned to start over again, getting to know each other like the very first time.
But you couldnât lie, it was hard at times. Sometimes, it took every inch of self control⊠for both of you.
-
It was a hot day, everybody exhausted after the intense training session. most of the girls dropped on the floor, sitting there for a few minutes to calm down while they drank water. Ale was talking to Mapi and Irene while you stood there, drowning half of the water bottle. Your eyes kept glancing at Alexia, the girls shirt rolled up as she every now and then wiped away the sweat from her face.
Thatâs when idea popped up in your head. With a few steps you stood in front of the three Spaniards, shielding Alexia from the sun, "just stay like that" she said, smiling, leaning back on her arms.
"Are you hot?" you asked, a mischief smile on your face.
"Are you not?" she replied, her eyes closed as she appreciated the shade.
"Letâs cool you down then!" you laughed, pouring your water bottle over her. The midfielder gasped, one hand wiping away the water as the girls laughed, Alexia glaring at you, "you better start running" she growled.
And thatâs what you did. You ran over the pitch, Alexia already running after you before you ran into the facility, not knowing where else to go. La reina caught up to you when you entered the locker room, her arms gripping your waist before she pushed you against the wall.
With fear in your eyes, you looked at her, shyly grinning, "cooled you down, didnât it?"
"Cheeky as always, hm?" she leaned her body against yours, both of you so close that you could feel her breath fanning against your skin.
"Youâre so beautiful" the girl admired, completely lost in your beauty, as your eyes flickered between hers and her lips.
In that moment, both of you wanted to kiss each other, feeling the blood rush through your veins, stomaches full of butterflies - you didnât know you were leaning in until Alexia took a step back, "this wouldnât be right" she whispered as she wanted to kiss you just as much, "and I want to make things right." you closed your eyes for a brief of a moment, inhaling the scent you loved so dearly and enjoying the proximity until it was gone - she was gone.
date?
At some point, these kind of situations happened more often, almost everyday. Alexia caught herself wanting to and almost calling you 'amor' while you werenât driving to your home but in the direction of Alexiaâs house.
It was confusing for the both of you.
You loved each other but somehow it felt like new butterflies discovered the surface. You got to know one another in a different way - in a way that neither of you knew before.
The combination of the new and old butterflies caused a feeling that you never felt before. The old merged with the new and turned out to be strong. very strong.
So strongâŠ
âŠthat you couldnât go to bed without thinking of Alexia- without imagining your future together.
âŠthat Alexia was now 24/7 in your mind, or maybe even longer.
Per se, it wasnât different to the things you felt before but it was definitely more present and more intense. Maybe it was the acknowledgement of you as a person in training, outside of the facility and in general that made everything so special.
Alexia interpreted these situations as a sign. As a sign that now the moment had come - the moment she had been working towards for months. Now was the time to ask you for a second chance. For a date.
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"Wait a moment" Alexia called after you as you walked to your car.
You stopped in your tracks, turning around, "yes?" you asked.
Alexia was nervous, you could tell by the way she played with the ring on her finger, her eyes darted around or foot tapping the floor rapidly. "Would- I would- um- I thought- maybe- um" taking her hand, you caressed the back of it with your thumb - it felt so natural.
"Breathe in, breath out"
Alexia followed your instructions, squeezing your hand for her own reassurance and sake.
"Thank you"
"Do you want to try again?" you asked, smiling lovingly.
"SĂ" she took a deep breath, "do you want to go on a date with me?"
In trance, you pulled your hand away, stepping back, "Iâd like to take you out to the restaurant Frido suggested"
"Take out?"
"Yes- wait no! I mean- eating in the restaurant"
"Like an actual date?" you sounded so surprised that it broke Alexiaâs heart at the way your eyes lit up and the way your smile reached the corner of your eyes.
"Yes, an actual date. Outside of our apartments. Only if you want to, of course"
"Iâd love to" Alexia thought your smile couldnât get any bigger but oh, she was wrong.
With confidence, she stated, "Iâll pick you up tomorrow at 7. wear the nicest clothes you have" happily, she pressed a peck to your cheek before skipping over to her car.
You said yes!
chance?
"Whatâs that?" you asked, confused about the item Ale held in her hand.
"Itâs a notebook" she replied, shuffling with her feet as you stood in front of your door, the girl insisting on walking you home after your date, "i, um, havenât been romantic before and i-" nervously she scratched the back of her neck, a habit of her when she got anxious, "I want to be romantic." her cheeks covered in a blush. You raised a brow, even more confused - what was going on..?
She pressed a kiss to your cheek instead of answering your questioning look, hurrying away before you could say anything.
Rushing inside, throwing your shoes somewhere, you quickly got comfortable on the couch. As you opened the little notebook you were met with Alexiaâs handwriting.
20th August
Today, I started. I smiled at her - she returned my smile. My heart fluttered at the sight of her, sheâs so gorgeous and her smile is so incredibly breathtaking. It wasnât her There-is-a-puppy!-smile (which is one of my favourites) or the bright wide smile that reaches the corner of her eyes (which I absolutely love) - it was much more than that. For me, it felt like a chance.
28th August
I canât help but drool at the sight of her. Especially after a won game. Sheâs my Barcelona.
12th September
I said hi and bye today. Bye turned out to be a lot harder because she fell in training and hurt herself. It was very hard for me not to approach her then and there, I was so worried. Her nose scrunched up in pain when her wrist was touched or she tried to move - I hate seeing her in pain.
I hope she doesnât think Iâm weird because I disturbed the physio tests, I just wanted to see her (and of course, say adios).
13th September
I love her.
Entries like that filled the book, every step (and achievement) in her plan was documented and sometimes there were just adoration entries - pages about how pretty you are, what she likes about you, what you love, your character and habits described down to the smallest detail and so much more. It was clear to say that she loved you. And that she regretted everything (pages of explanations, apologies and regret showing that very clearly)
Two entries caught you off guard though, you didnât know if you wanted to laugh or cry.
1st March
Dear diary - I guess itâs a diary, isnât it? Correct me if Iâm wrong..
Anyways.
Dear diary, itâs almost midnight at the moment and Mapi just left. I had invited mama, alba and Mapi for dinner tonight, I had to talk to them about y/n. I should have done that ages ago but better late than never?
I told them about y/n, that we were a couple, that I kept her a secret, offered Alba money to keep her mouth shut - I told them everything. No, Iâm not proud about how I treated the love of my life but they needed to know. I had to talk to someone. I have told mama about her before that already, not everything but she knew enough to know that I fucked up badly. Now, all of them know everything (not that we had sex, a lot of that too - just the.. yeah I think you get the point).
I want inner peace and itâs already hard enough without her in my life, so that was the least I could to do to come in terms with myself, even though I will never forgive myself or wonât regret it for the rest of my life.
Mama was not happy with me but I didnât expect something else. She hadnât raised me to be an ass and is very disappointed in me. I canât blame her.
Alba was quiet most of the time, i think she is the one who understands most. My sister was the first and only one who knew about y/n. She saw what an idiot I was and how rude I acted towards the girl I love. I offered her money - how patheticâŠ
She got under my skin while she flirted with y/n and she knew that. She made me purposely jealous. And I deserved to feel that rage because I let y/n slip out of my hands while I knew that she loved me more than anything.
Mapi stayed here the longest, because I told her about my plan on winning my girl back. I want her. I need her. I donât deserve her, I truly donât but I canât stop trying, can I? Iâm in love with her, Iâve never felt something so strong for anyone before. It scares me.
Mapi isnât proud of my behavior either because she knows what a ray of sunshine and pure soul y/n is but is willing to help when i need her.
âŠ
22nd April (todayâs date)
Iâm sorry for everything. There hasnât been a day where Iâm not regretting letting you walk through that door.
I hate myself for being so scared, selfish and rude but I love you. I love you with all my heart and every inch of my body - that hasnât changed.
You are probably surprised about the change of perspective who Iâm talking to but I know you are clever, you know Iâm talking to you, y/n.
Or questioning why Iâm even addressing it to you, but i think, you will know me the best when you read all of my thoughts. Itâs hard for me to let my walls down, I know you know that, and I want to give you the chance to see all of me to the time you werenât my girlfriend and understand the reasons of my actions to- well, everything.
Right now, itâs an hour before our date and Iâm so nervous yet so excited. I want to make things right. I donât want to hide you, I want to show the world how incredible and gorgeous you are and how in love I am with you because I am. I think about you all day everyday. It might sound crazy but you are the one for me, Iâve Imagined our wedding multiple times, little y/nâs running around calling for their mama.
I love you, I really do.
And no matter the outcome of this date, I will always love you, even when we donât end up together. I promise you to love you from afar and forever so. And if you should ever not have a home - mine will be forever yours. I will always let that door open for you..
Happy ending?
Alexia took you out on multiple dates: the beach, mini golf, the cinema, every romantic place she could think of. She didnât hide you and the attention you got from her was making you feel special.
You felt free.
You felt happy.
You fell in love with her all over again.
And you enjoyed every second of it.
The romance you always dreamed of became your reality. It was different than before with her. You both were full of life. It felt natural to hold hands as you walked down the streets, share kisses in the rain, or have a hearty argument in the restaurant over who paid for the meal (spoiler: la reina always won) yet things werenât official. Alexia had the question resting on her tongue, not sure if it was right to ask you. She wanted to, she really did, but in the back of her mind, she always heard a voice "youâre not good enough. Youâve fucked up before. Sheâll never give you another chance" however Alexia wasnât the same - she wasnât scared anymore. She was ready to show everybody how in love she was with you. She couldnât care less what the media would say about the two of you being together or what other people think about you.
She just wanted you.
So, she fought against the urge to believe the voice in the back of her head. She was stronger than that.
-
Your body was leaned against Alexia, her arms snuggled around you as your legs tangled together, her head resting on your shoulder as you watched some netflix show. The atmosphere was quiet and relaxing, the moment seemed perfect.
"I never want to let you walk through that door again, at least not without me holding your hand" she whispered, her grip tightening around your waist, "Iâm forever sorry that I ever did, I promise."
Your heart stopped, everything before hadnât been brought up since her shy smiles - the start of something new - "if you let me, I will show you every day that youâre not my secret. That you are my girlfriend"
turning in her hold, you looked at her. Had she fought enough? Did she deserve to be forgiven? Will it be the truth that you wonât be her secret?
She showed you.
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, la reina?" you asked, smiling, pushing all the negative thoughts away.
She deserved another chance.
"SĂ"
It will be the truth.
"Then ask me"
"Will you be my girlfriend?" her heart stopped beating, her hopes high for a positive responds, her nerves at its highest.
"Yes"
Relief washing over her as she heard the answer.
no secret
The girls knew right away that the two of you were a couple as you walked into the locker room with intertwined hands.
In training, Alexia would stay close to you, preferably touching you (an arm around your shoulder, hand resting on the small of you back, etc) and constantly engaging you in a conversation.
"Finally asked her out, hm?" Ingrid teased Alexia as she stood next to Mapi, Aleâs hand tightening on your waist. While the Norseâs comment was meant innocently, the three of you froze - Ingrid still didn't know the whole story.
"Yeah, took me a bit to realize that sheâs special" Alexia said, eyes finding yours. Her eyes were questions marks - are you alright? was this okay? In responds, you quickly pecked her cheek.
As you turned back to Ingrid and Mapi, you left Aleâs touch, throwing an arm around your best friend, "What about a double date?" you asked excitedly, knowing the Norwegian woman would agree in an instant.
In the background, you heard Mapi groan, playfully shoving your girlfriend, "Iâm blaming you for this" as she listened to Ingrid and you planning where you would go. Nonetheless both Spaniards followed you to the changing room like lost puppies, eyes full of hearts as love glowed around them.
It was save to say, that double dates became a regular occurrence.
-
"Amor? Can we talk about something?" the girl looked up from her dinner plate.
"Donât you like it?" you asked, referring to the new recipe you had tried.
"No, itâs delicious" she put down her fork, hand reaching for your free one, "mama invited us for dinner" she said in a gentle voice, "do you want to go? I told her, I want to talk to you about it first before I say yes. In case, you donât want to"
"Do you want to go?" you questioned, unsure if she wanted this as much as you did.
"Yes, Iâd like you to meet my family officially. As my girlfriend."
This moment showed you that you werenât her dirty secret anymore - not at all.
"Only if youâre okay with that, of course" she squeezed your hand, letting you know that you can say 'no' if you werenât comfortable "we donât need to rush anything" as she wanted to do everything at the pace you set.
You were her first priority.
"Does your mother like wine?" you answered, agreeing to have dinner with her family while you felt the excitement rush through your body.
-
"My family loves you, amor" Alexia said as the two of you were in the car on your way home from dinner. Her hand rested on your thigh as yours rested on top of hers, "you think so?"
"SĂ, claro. Youâre perfect" lifting your hand, she pressed a kiss on the back of it before settling back down, your cheeks turning red.
After awhile of comfortable silence, you broke the tranquil atmosphere "You know, weâve never talked about the notebook" you whispered. You didnât know why the words left your mouth but you couldnât take them back either. In fact, you wanted to talk about it ever since you had read the pages full of information, thoughts and love yet never had the courage to bring it up. There was no reason to do so, Alexia was your girlfriend, you had read about her build up plan on winning you back, all the things she loved about you and the pages of regret and disappointment.
She knew that this day would come eventually - always wondering when. It had been awhile since she had given you the booklet.
"I donât want to make you uncomfortable, I just want you to know that I really appreciated- still do the gesture of getting to know you in a way that I didnât know before."
She was very grateful that you didn't want to discuss the topic any further as she was still slightly embarrassed about all the feeling she had exposed in that book. But she also knew that the day would come where the both of you would have a very detailed conversation about every written word in there.
"Maybe one day weâll have a home where nobody had walked through that door and where you would never have to leave the door open for me." you whispered, smiling softly before looking out of the window at the night sky.
Alexia knew immediately what you were talking about
'I promise you to love you from afar and forever so. And if you should ever not have a home - mine will be forever yours. I will always let that door open for you..'
and what you were implying.
So, with the moon shining, the stars lighting, she promised that one day a shared home would be reality.
"Iâll let the lights on instead" she chuckled, remembering the multiple times youâd walked into something in the dark.
Ps. the internet went crazy when Alexia posted a picture dump of you on your first anniversary (finally confirming the rumours)
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Obsession
(after a quick brainstorm with @helen-with-an-a on me way to the Barca vs. Eibar game)
Lucy should have seen it coming. She really should have but yet it was a surprise â not really but it always takes her by surprise. Fans were joking that Alexia and Keira had a weird synchronization but that was nothing to your âKeiranessâ. Lucy was currently standing on the sideline â training just ended about 10 minutes ago â watching you and Keira kicking the ball around for fun with MapĂ, Ingrid and Marta.
âShe really is a pequeña you...â Alexia said smiling slightly as she watched the five of you kicking around laughing â... and seeing her having fun is good â she's healingâ
âMini me... yeahâ your sister snorted earning a questionable look from her capitana â... we may share a name, blood relation, eye color and facial features but she's all Keira in her behavior... except for... competitiveness maybe... that she has from me too...â
âOh please Lucia...â now it was the blonde spaniard snorted â... we all see the similarities between the two of youâ
âYeah... then watch themâ Lucy smirked âWatch them closely Capiâ
And that's what Alexia did â suddenly she saw what Lucy meant. You and Keira were in perfect sync. Your movement was one-to-one the same. Every time Keira stopped the ball with her right foot her shoulder would go with the move just as her hand turned outwards. Even without the ball at your feet you moved the except same way. Keira went on shifting her weight onto the left foot â you moving with her. Even when MapĂ slightly pushed you to get to the ball you still kept the shadowlike movement of Keira. It was like you and Keira were connected with strings and whatever the blonde did you did as well.
âWhat...â Alexia looked shocked shaking her head lightly when the small game of kick around stopped and immediately you and Keira fell into the same position one hand on your hip the other one pulling the trainings shirt up revealing both of your abs as you wiped the sweat of your faces.
âTold you....â your sister grinned victoriously
âI never saw thatâ the blonde catalan still shook her head in disbelieve
âHm... you never saw them on the pitch togetherâ Lucy grinned as you shrieked as MapĂ sprayed you with her water bottle after you squeezed said bottle hard while the Zaragoza woman took a sip resulting in the water just hitting the back of MapĂs throat making her cough hard
âIt started when Bubs was three and Kei and I just started dating...â your sister now had a soft smile on her lips watching as you ran circles around Marta and Ingrid trying to get rid of MapĂ who was hot on your heels â... she became completely obsessed with Keiâ
âWhat do you mean?â Alexia asked confused
âSit down Capi...â Lucy grinned â... that's a longer story... and they'll be occupied for a little longerâ
âEhrm... I'm very sorry I'm late...â a young Lucy stuttered standing next to a table where Keira was seated looking sheepishly â... I tried to leave without her noticing but she... wouldn't let me.... and then I had to grab her stuff to... and parking around here is a nightmare and then she wanted to walk â she's good with walking but she sometimes forget that she only has two legs so she falls a lot and I didn't want her to look like a homeless kid so I made her walk slow... so yeah... I'm sorryâ
âPhones do exist you knowâ Keira looked at Lucy with a raised eyebrow â... you could've called.. or textedâ
âI... don't know where I put me phoneâ your sister said shyly knowing it sounds like a cheap excuse
âHm...â the blonde opposite to her hummed as you â for the first time â lurked around Lucys legs taking a sheepish look at the girl
âI... would understand if you don't want to do that anymoreâ Lucy said a little uncomfortable gesturing around a little bit
âAnd pass on the chance to meet that little Miss? Absolutely not...â Keira now smiled waving her fingers at you making you hide behind your sisters legs again
âI see...â your sister cleared her throat â... you wanted to meet her from the start... I'm just your way inâ
âGood to know we're on the same pageâ the blonde grinned at your sister and suddenly Lucy knew she was forgiven â this time
âSo... you going to introduce us?â Keira asked smirking slightly
âBubs...â Lucy said softly as she crouched down to be at your height holding your little hand in her big one â... this is Keira... can you say hi to her?â
You took a quick glance at Keira before you quickly shook your head hiding your face in your sisters neck who just chuckled
âI tried...â your sister smirked at her date standing back up taking you with her easily â... obviously she's not interested...â
âHm... what a shame....â the blonde sighed dramatically â... looks like you get a shot in the end after all...â
âI'll make sure to thank her later...â Lucy kept smirking as she pulled out her chair sitting down you perched on her lap still hiding your face â... but I honestly don't know what's going on â normally she isn't shy at all...â
âShe doesn't know me...â Keira smiled noticing the small shy glances you threw at her â... of course she's going to be shyâ
âYeah no... that's not her at all... she yelled yesterday at a pal who cycled past to fast â to fast for her liking... called him a twatâ your sister snorted obviously proud
âI hope you told her that's a bad wordâ the blonde raised her eyebrows
âHey... she didn't called him a wanker or a cunt....â Lucy lifted one hand in defense while she held you tightly to her upper body â... I think that deserved an Ice creamâ
âIwe cweam?â you suddenly perked up
âYou had Ice cream yesterday...â your sister pointed out â... no Ice cream todayâ
âWucy...â you whined disappointed
âNo no.... we agreed on somethingâ Lucy said â... you don't want your tiny teeth falling out do you know? You'll look like grandpa when he forget where he left his teethâ
âNoooooooo...â you said horrified your eyes wide
âSee.... so two Ice cream a week... no moreâ your sister said firmly but Keira could see the playful glint in Lucys eyes â... now that you found your voice again... can you please show I thought you manners and say Hi to me friend Keiraâ
âHiâ you mumbled quickly immediately hiding your face again
âBubs come on... you normally aren't like thisâ Lucy groaned making Keira chuckle
âIt's okay Luce....â the blonde waved off â... ready to order?â
âGod yes... I haven't had time to eat before coming hereâ your sister said quickly looking down at you âYou hungry Bubs?â
âMhmâ you nodded against Lucys neck
âOkay... what do you want? You know... I'll just order something for youâ your sister pressed a soft kiss to your hairline
âBubs pleaseâ Lucy pressed catching your hand once again before you it can connect with the salmon on her plate âThat's me food â can you please NOT hit it with your dirty paws?â
âIt lookin so foftâ you said in awe trying to touch it once again
âStopâ your sister said firmly and you knew you SHOULD stop but the soft looking rose colored fish was just too fascinating for your little brain and your hand moved on it's own accord towards your sisters food again
âBubsâ Lucy now scolded you angrily âStop it.. NOWâ
âIt foftâ you looked up tears forming in your eyes
âIt's still food... we don't play with foodâ your sister said now holding both your little hands together by your wrist so you couldn't attempt to smash her food â... I happily let you try BUT we do not play nor do we smash foodâ
âNo play... no smashâ you wailed out but your sister was immune to your tears knowing it was just because she restricted your movements
âStop the drama... you're worse than Sophieâ Lucy rolled her eyes picking some salmon up with her fork offering it to you âHere... you wanna try?â
âNooooo....â you wailed even louder
âSuit yourself...â your sister shrugged her shoulders â... you know them tears won't work on meâ
âEhrm... Lucyâ Keira now spoke up â... maybe you should let her feel the consistencyâ
âOh god...â Lucy snorted â... believe me.. she knows what salmon feels like... she's just hangry... hm...â
âWhat?â Keira looked alarmed at Lucys sudden smirk
âHey Bubs... Keira has pasta... you want pasta?â your sister smirked her voice soft â... look... with tomato sauceâ
âExcuse meâ the blonde looked confused but you were already on the way of climbing over to her and if it wasn't for Keiras quick reflexes you certainly would have hit the ground as you slipped from Lucys leg
âHiâ Keira said bewildered as you got yourself comfortable in her lap
âOmao pafaâ you squealed happily your hand already grabbing into the food
âNoâ the blonde quickly reacted grabbing your hand just like Lucy did minutes before
âBut...â your lower lip already trembled dangerously
âThat's very hot...â Keira said calmly â... we don't wanna burn our hands now do we?â
âNu uhâ you shook your hands while Keira let go of your hand again
âThat's my good girlâ the blonde smiled picking up some Pasta with her fork â... now... what do we do when something is hot?â
âBlow is coolâ you said seriously
âSmart girl...â Keira held the fork in front of your face so you could cool the pasta down yourself
âYou can't be seriousâ Lucy mumbled as she watched the interaction between the two of you
âI swear Capi... I should've known...â your sister looked smiling at Alexia â... I should've know in that second that whatever bond they were forming in that moment that it would be something specialâ
âIt sound like quite the first meetingâ the blonde catalan smiled
âI think Bubs fell in Love with Keira before I did...â Lucy snorted watching as you now sprinted next to Keira your stride basically one â... now thinking about it I'm pretty sure that she was so shy because she immediately fell in Love with Keira... as soon as the name âKeiraâ fell you could get basically anything from Bubsâ
âBubs...â Lucy yelled down the hallway â... hurry... we promised Keira to pick her up from the stationâ
âI is comingâ you shouted back your voice strained with stress as you quickly finished your present for Keira grabbing the piece of paper quickly running down the corridor towards your sister
âWhat's in your hair... is that glue??â your sister looked slightly disgusted
âIt pwesent fo Keiwaâ you said proudly showing Lucy your paper that was covered in glue, paint, glitter and stickers
âLovelyâ Lucy mumbled pinching the bridge of her nose before pulling a ManCity hat over your glittery gluey head âCome on.... we don't have time to clean you up... we just stick you in the bath laterâ
âYou no like?â you asked a little hurt
âIt's super amazingâ your sister said smiling widely even if just wished to get you clean right now â... I bet Keira will be so happy and thankful for your thoughtful giftâ
âIt you and Keiwa an Is an Tato and Manity and...â you started to explain your masterpiece while Lucy started to gently push you out of the door
âIt really is...â Lucy said as she closed the door behind her â... somethingâ
âKEIWAâ you yelled happily seeing the blonde exit the train station
âOy... stop yellingâ your sister scolded you grabbing the hood of your jacket before you could start to run off â... she saw us alreadyâ
âKeiwaâ you said still a little bit louder than inside voice but now quiet yelling trying to run towards her just to be held back by your sister
âWaitâ Lucy said calmly â... we don't just run on the road... what do we do?â
âLookn lefts and righftsâ you said your whole body trembling with excitement
âWell... then do soâ your sister told you and you quickly did as she said â.. come on Bubs... do betterâ
âBut Wucy..... Keiwaâ you whined
âThen take your time to LOOK and if no car is coming you can goâ Lucy rolled her eyes âIn fact if you'd stop doing half assed things you'd be already over thereâ
âOtayâ you sighed and took a good look left and right making sure no car was coming â... no caws...â
âSee... sometimes invest some time to do it properly so you don't have to do it againâ your sister said smiling slightly â... off you go...â
âKeiwaâ you started to take off basically throwing yourself at the blonde
âHey Bitsy...â the blonde caught you easily chuckling â... have you been good for Luce?â
âMhmâ you nodded smiling widely as Keira placed you on her hip picking up her bag again
âDon't believe her... she was a complete maniacâ your sister said grinning as she reached the two of you taking the bag from her girlfriend pressing a soft kiss to her lips
âI is no manitacâ you complained loudly making Lucy and Keira snort successfully ending the kiss
âSorry I forgot... you're an angelâ Lucy smirked poking your side making you squeal
âUgh...â you three heard suddenly behind you making you look over Keiras shoulder
âDisgustingâ you saw a elderly woman stare at you âYou have to infect that innocent child with your diseases?â
âExcuse me?â Lucy asked and Keira as well as you could hear she's starting to get angry
âYour disgusting dykesâ the woman spat at your sister who put herself between you two and that woman
âYous listens old hagsâ you said making yourself bigger in Keiras arms â... my Wucy lovins Keiwa... Auntie Jill says people likes yous just needs a good fu...â
âJesusâ Keira exclaimed as she covered your mouth with her hand looking at you shocked
âSee... see what you've done to that poor kidâ the old lady spat
âAnd we're leavingâ your sister said finally as she pushed Keira forward
âBitsy....â Keira looked at you after Lucy strapped you into your childs seat â... you won't EVER repeat what your Auntie Jill said...â
âBut...â you started
âNo Bits... I'm serious.. you forget what your Auntie Jill said and I personally will have a word with your Auntie as soon as we're back to trainingâ the blonde said strictly
âI mades pwesent for youâ you mumbled teary eyed holding up your present
âOh Bitsyâ Keira smiled softly being touched by your action â... thank you so so muchâ
âIs Wucy and yous and Is and Tato and Mansityâ you mumbled as Keira leaned into your space pressing a kiss to your forehead
âIt is really beautiful Bits...â the blonde smiled â... you worked very hard didn't youâ
âMhm... jus the best fo Keiwaâ you said quoting your sister
âReally? Just the best for me?â Keira smirks her eyes finding Lucys who sported a slight blush
âWucy always says to Auntie Jill...â you told the blonde as usual using no filter
âGood to knowâ the blonde kept smirking you oblivious to it âBut now let's get home... I can smell the glue in your hairâ
âBubs... bath timeâ Lucy declared as you entered home again after dropping Keira off at her home
âNoâ you pouted
âWhat you mean no? Yes... obviously yes... you're all sticky...â your sister sat you down on the little bench kneeling in front of you taking your shoes off
âI is no bafâ you said nodding seriously
âOh but I think you do... you're sticky and you smellâ Lucy poked your sides slightly making you giggle
âI is no smelly... yous smellyâ you shot back
âExcuse me little Miss??â your sister exclaimed shocked playing along with you
âYou stinksâ you stick your tongue out at her
âOh you just wait..â Lucy suddenly snatched you from the bench throwing you over her shoulder making you squealing laughing
âWucy noooooâ you squealed
âLucy yeeesssâ she mimicked you
âKeiwa no bafâ you tried to make your sister see reason
âReally? That's your argument? That Keira hasn't taken a bath??â Lucy stopped in the middle of the hallway
âYesâ you said still hanging over your sisters shoulder
âBubs...â your sister sighed pulling you forward until you were perched on her hip â... Keira is old enough to decide if she wants a bath or not.... you on the other hand fall under my responsibilityâ
âKeiwa baf here?â you asked hopefully
âNo Bubs... Keira has her own flat with her own bath... she doesn't need to bath hereâ Lucy said calmly
âNo Keiwa...â you started pouting your little arms crossed in front of your chest â... no Bubsâ
âNo Keira no Bubs?â Alexia bursted out laughing âShe seemed to always be a strong minded characterâ
âThis became such a catch phrase....â your sister groaned watching as you practiced one touches with MapĂ
âWhat's a catch phrase?â Ona asked coming down the sideline freshly showered an changed
âWait... it still worksâ Lucy grinned yelling over the field âNO BUBS...â
â.... NO KEIWA!!!â Keira and you yelled back simultaneously laughing loudly
âThat's the catch phraseâ your sister turned to her girlfriend pulling her down onto her lap âIt was Bubs thing to try and get out of things when Keira wasn't involved...â
âAh...â Ona said confused while Alexia just chuckled
âApparently our Cariño found quite the liking as a young One in Keiraâ Alexia chuckled
âBebita would do everything for Keira...â the freckled catalan rolled her eyes playfully â... no one can ever reach Keira... not even Lucyâ
âOy... not true...â your sister exclaimed pinching her girlfriends side
âWho did you call when she refused to go to the dentist when her cheek was all swollen up?â Ona looked down at her girlfriend expectantly
âKeiraâ Lucy mumbled
âAnd how long did it take Keira to get her to go to the dentist while we where trying to get her to go for how long.... days?â the small catalan questioned further
âTwo minutesâ your sister mumbled embarrassed
âSo yes... Bebita does everything for Keiraâ Ona grinned knowing she won that little argument
âYeah yeahâ Lucy grumbled giving up
âBubs... you gotta get upâ Lucy said coming out of the Bathroom where she already finished
âNo...â you grumbled cuddling further into the warmth of Keiras embrace âKeiwa still in bedâ
âIt's our off day...â your sister said a little annoyed â... you've got nursery dayâ
âNo Keiwaâ you started to argue tiredly âno nuwsyâ
âHun it's okay...â Keira now interrupted knowing this discussion would go on forever if she didn't put a stop on it â... I'll take her.. it's fine... I can grab some breakfast on the way backâ
âNo for God sakes...â Lucy grumbled pulling away the blanket partly so your small frame got uncovered â... you stay here... she's gotta learn...â
âLucyâ the blonde tried again knowing it got to Lucy that you were so fixated on her
âNo... Kei seriously... I understand she likes you but she gotta learn that she can't use you like thatâ your sister said pulling you towards the end of the bed by your ankles
âNo Keiwa...â you said strained holding onto Keiras Pjs pants (that the blonde quickly threw on last night as she heard you trying to get to the door handle of the bedroom successfully interrupting âadult timeâ) â... no Bubsâ
âDid you get her to Nursery?â Ona snorted at the image that was forming in her head
âKinda....â Lucy grumbled
âKeira had to go with you?â Alexia smirked knowingly
âAs soon as I had her in the car it was... fineâ your sister defended herself still remembering the absolute breakdown you had the second you realized Keira wasn't coming to nursery with you
âFine...â Ona repeated trying to hold in her laughter
âShe stopped crying after four hours...â Lucy mumbled â.... when Kei picked her up.... after they called us... to please get herâ
That was it â Alexia and Ona bursted out laughing
âShe also started to behave more like Kei...â your sister said â.... copying her moves and standsâ
âOkay Bubs...â Lucy smiled at you â... it's just us for the weekend... no games.... no nursery... Kei went to her parents place...â
âMhm...â you said deep in thoughts âI is don't fink so...â
âWhat...â your sister looked down at you as you turned on your heels marching into your room âBubs?â
Lucy followed you confused to see you throwing your little dinosaur backpack on the bad grabbing random things squishing them into it
âWhat are you doing?â Lucy asked bewildered watching you squeezing a second teddy into the bag
âI is packingâ you said as you grabbed your backpack dragging it behind you past your sister towards the front door
âPacking for what?â your sister came after you just as you started to put on your shoes â wrong way around but it's the thought that counted right?
âWe goes Keiwaâ you declared seriously
âBubs...â Lucy spoke gently as she kneeled down so she could speak to you correctly â... Kei is in Rochdale... we're in Alnwick...â
âAnds?â you asked tilting your head a little your hands finding your waist â Lucy had to do a double take because for the first time your really looked like a mini Keira who you were standing there â... yous has caw... we cans dwiveâ
âNo Bubs...â your sister kept her voice soft â... Keira is spending time with her Mum and Dad...â
âSo we's spends time with Keiwa...â you said confident â... everyone wins â winsâ
âThat's not...â Lucy shook her head slightly at your logic â... how it worksâ
âYous fink a little moreâ you said patting your sisters head starting to drag your backpack outside â... I is waiting outsideâ
âShe... left you standing there after she told you you can play taxi so she could go see YOUR girlfriend?â now Frido asked confused who sat down behind the trio mid story
âBasically yeahâ Lucy shrugged her shoulders
âAnd she packed her own bag?â the swede clarified
âWait... what did she pack?â your sister mumbled to herself wrecking her brain â... AH... yeah... two teddies, a bag of crisps â don't ask me why she had a bag of crisps in her room, her draw doodle thingy and a single sockâ
âAnd Henryâ Keira pointed out as she helped picking up the rest of the trainigsgear that got left behind by the trainers so you could have some fun
âYeah... and Henryâ Lucy nodded her head â... her rock.. we found him on a market... it was a rock with a face painted on it and googly eyes... she loved that rock... until it disappeared somehowâ
âA... rock?â Alexia asked confused thinking she misheard
âYeah... a rockâ your sister confirmed
âShe is certainly... a characterâ the blonde catalan phrased carefully
âOh she's an absolute nutcase...â Lucy shrugged her shoulders again â.... but she's a Bronzeâ
âWucyyyyyy...â you complained loudly as your sister carried you over the pitch with fast stride
âNo...â Lucy sneered and you whimpered in process
âYou stay here and if I see you on the pitch again before training is over Y/n it will have consequencesâ your sister put your down at the sideline rather roughly
âWucyâ you whimpered but your sister was already on the way back to training which cause an absolute meltdown from your side making you cry loudly big tears rolling over your cheeks âWUCYY!!!â
âLuce...â Keira mumbled hating to see you so distressed and sobbing
âKeira no...â Lucy snapped â... if Maz wouldn't have reacted so quickly and pushed her out of the way that ball would've hit her straight in the head and she probably would've hit the post... she literally could've died if it wasn't for Mazâ
âI understand thatâ the blonde said calmly â... but she doesn't.. she understands that she got pushed and then you got angry with her... talk to her... explain it to herâ
âI will... I promise... but I can't at the momentâ your sister said looking Keira straight in the eye
âI know you got scared Luce... I know you ARE scared...â Keira said softly her voice low your loud sobs still echoing over the pitch â... but so is she... I think it's best if you take Maz over with you so you can explain that Maz didn't want to harm herâ
âKeira I could've lost herâ Lucy said her voice breaking â... a half a second later and she would've been goneâ
âBut she isn'tâ the blonde pulled her girlfriend into a hug pressing her nose into Lucys neck â... she's still here and she needs her big sister now...â
âOkay...â your sister took a deep breath â... okay... yeah you're right...â
âI know I am....â Keira smirked â... we both know I'm always right except for when we're both wrong... than it's just you who's wrongâ
âYeah I knowâ Lucy grumbled lightly âHappy wife... happy lifeâ
âI see you are able to learn...â the blonde teased before pushing her girlfriend towards you â... goâ
âHey Bubsâ Lucy approached you cautiously
âWucyâ you sobbed heartbreakingly
âCome here Bubsâ your sister sank to her knees opening her arms but you didn't move an inch
âYous madâ you hick upped scared to put a foot on the pitch seeing that training was still going
âI'm not mad Bubs...â Lucy said gently â... I was scared... come here Bubsyâ
âNu uh... twaining no ousâ you swallowed hard
âIt's okay... you can come to meâ your sister encouraged you smiling softly and she exhaled deeply when you came running into her arms holding onto her tightly
âYou have to listen to me Bubs okayâ Lucy mumbled against your hair â... you can't just go on the pitch when no one is looking... if Mary hadn't been so quick you could've gotten very badly hurt Bubs...â
âI is no wants ouchieâ you sobbed into your sisters neck
âI know that Bubs...â your sister said calmly still hugging you tightly to her chest â... that's why I said you can't just come onto the pitch... you can come on the field after we done training and when Keira and I can have an eye on youâ
âI is sowwy Wucyâ you sniffed
âI know....â Lucy mumbled into your hair â... I'm sorry too Bubs... I shouldn't have just let you stand on the sideline I should've talked to you... I was just so scaredâ
âI is fowgive you Wucyâ you said seriously
âThank you Bubs... that's really nice of youâ your sister chuckled through her own tears
After that incident you never stepped a foot on the pitch without Lucy or Keira calling out for you firstly. Their teammate quickly got sucked into the circle of your defenders many of them still to this day even tho you were a grown up by now â at least on paper you were. The Lionesses quickly became aware of the bond you shared with Keira always getting a jab in against Lucy joking her own baby sister is stealing her girlfriend. Lucy took it with humor knowing at the end of the day Keira would scream her name not yours.
âEat your dinner Bubsâ your sister pushed the plate in front of you for you to push it away again
âNoâ you pouted
âYes...â Lucy rolled her eyes pushing the plate back to you
âI is no wannaâ you crossed your arms again over your chest
âBubs...â your sister groaned knowing exactly why you refused to eat
âNo...â you said turning away now the attention from half the team on your little argument
âDon't say itâ Lucy basically dared you
âNo Keiwa...â you started making your sister groan
âNO BUBSâ the team answered for you bursting out laughter as your sister let herself fall backwards against her chair in defeat
âWhat did you do now?â said blonde chuckled behind you just coming out of a short meeting with the head coach
âWucy no niceâ you explained a little upset
âI just tried to get some food into you â excuse me for caringâ Lucy threw her arms up
âLucy you know how it works... No Keiwaâ Keira smirked smitten
â.. no Bubs... yeah yeah... I understood it the first 5000 times... no need to repeat it over and over and over againâ your sister rolled her eyes just giving up
âSo... Cariño always was so obsessed with Keira?â Alexia asked taking in your stride as you ran up to the ball just outside the box the sunset letting your skin shine golden
âYeah...â Lucy watched as your shot hit the crossbar for you to just get under it absolutely belting it into the net doing a bicycle kick â... and honestly I couldn't have done it without Keiras help...â
âEeh... you sapâ Keira now emerged from the tunnel her hair still slightly damp from the shower your kit bag in her hand â... she needed you just as muchâ
âNo seriously Kei... I think I never thanked you for putting up with usâ your sister looked at her ex with a slight smile âThank youâ
âNothing to thank me for Luce...â the blonde smiled back â... I've done it happily... but now I'm just as happy I only have to look after her... so... thank you Onaâ
âEhrm... 3 years aren't over... I could still give her back... guarantee and everythingâ the freckled spaniard grinned
âEhrm no... guarantee just if some of her parts break and she's not usable anymoreâ Keira pointed out âAlso... I told you you get her as you see her... later reclamations will not be considered or are a reason for refundâ
âMaleĂŻtâ Ona snapped her fingers grinning widely
âOy... are you really talking about me like I'm some old car?â Lucy looked hurt
âI mean...â Keira snorted making an overall hand gesture
âFuck you Walsh...â your sister grumbled âI take me Thank you back...â
âOh really?â the blonde smirked
âYes...â Lucy huffed
âOkay...â Keira chuckled as she whistled for you to finish up your bag already over her shoulder as she started to walk toward the carpark â... she has to get vaccinated on Friday... it's your weekendâ
âWHAT??â your sister shrieked making everyone laugh âKei wait... I didn't mean it... you know how thankful I am for your help... always was and always will be... pleaseâ
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18. Ingrid x Mapi x reader
+18 smut
Warnings: Strap-Ons. Spanking. Mommy Kink. Punishment.Â
A/N: Thank you @ljs-woso-vibez for proofreading this fic and making all this much easier
Ingrid strutted back and forth before the two kneeling women, her footsteps echoing throughout the room. âYou two sure have an awful lot of nerve,â she remarked. Her voice was level, her tone almost conversational, unlike the words coming out of her pretty mouth. âI do my best to make the rules very clear. So, the question is, were you deliberately ignoring the rules, or just being a couple of stupid, bratty girls?â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the elbow from Mapi kept you quiet.
Ingrid raised a brow. âHave you got something to say, little girl? Go ahead, say it.â
âIt was Mapiâs faultâŠshe wanted to fuck, and she said youâd never know and...â you rambled on.
âDammit, you didnât have to say thatâŠ!â Mapi snapped.Â
Ingrid patted your head. âGood girl,â she cooed. âThank you for your honesty.â She knelt to press a kiss to your lips.
It was abundantly clear that Mapi was jealous of the affection you were receiving, though she certainly wasnât going to speak up without permission as you both were in enough trouble already. Ingrid was very affectionate with you and Mapi. However, she was extremely strict during the punishments you received when you broke the rules.
The first and foremost rule was that you and Mapi must always ask permission if you wanted to have sex. Ingrid usually granted permission, so long as she was there to watch. That week, though, Mapi had been horny and impatient, and Ingrid wasnât there to grant permission, away on a Norway national camp. So, sheâd begged and convinced you to go along with breaking the rule, even knowing Ingrid would be angry.
When Ingrid pulled away from your lips, she glanced at Mapi and saw the jealousy in her eyes. âDarling, you only have yourself to blame,â she reminded. âPerhaps if you take your punishment well, Iâll feel like rewarding you...â
Mapi nodded and said nothing.
With that, Ingrid turned on the remote vibrator pressed against Mapiâs clit. âYouâre to remain still and silent,â she instructed, âAnd under no circumstances are you allowed to cum. Do you understand me, kitten?â
âYes, Mommy,â Mapi mumbled.
Turning to you, Ingrid said, âYou are going to help me show Mapi what sheâs missing.â Ingrid settled in the armchair facing Mapi, and patted her lap in a silent command for you to come and straddle her thighs.
âThank you, Mommy,â you murmured, taking the position, an eager smile on your lips.
Ingrid threaded her fingers in your hair, pulling you in for a hungry kiss. âYouâre so wet for me, arenât you?â she cooed. âDo you like being punished?â You shrugged, but your smile gave away your mischief.
âSlutty little thing,â Ingrid teased. âWant to ride my thigh until you cum?â
You nodded eagerly, grinding down on Ingridâs leg in search of friction.
âDoes it feel good?â Ingrid asked. âTell Mapi what sheâs missing.â
On a shaky sigh, you said, âIâm sorry... Iâm going to cum. I need... I need it.â
Mapi whimpered, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to quell the urge to beg, knowing Ingrid wouldnât be swayed by her pleas. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing the image of your climax would be too much to bear without making a sound.
âOpen your eyes, kittenâ Ingrid demanded. âYouâll want to see this.â
With a shuddering breath, Mapi obeyed. Opening her eyes just in time to see your entire body go tense as you thrust your hips against Ingridâs thigh, once, twice more before cumming with a cry of, âFuck, Mommy!â
âGood girl,â Ingrid purred. âYou look so beautiful when you cum. Doesnât she, kitten?â
âShe does,â Mapi agreed, voice strangled as she struggled to keep control over herself while the vibrator buzzed against her clit.
Ingrid patted your cheek. âIâm done with you now. Back in line.âÂ
Once you were kneeling on the floor, Ingrid said to Mapi, âShe made quite a mess. Do you want to clean it up?â
Mapi nodded and Ingrid stood, crossed to stand before her, wrapping her fingers around Mapiâs hair and pulling her in until Mapi could pass her tongue along her soaked thigh. Obediently, Mapi cleaned up every last drop of your juices. Then, she changed to pressing kisses along Ingridâs thigh, higher and higher until she was nearly at Ingridâs clit.
Ingrid turned up the vibrations buzzing against Mapiâs clit. She clicked her tongue scoldingly as Mapi yelped. âDid I say you could do that?â she snapped.
âNo, Mommy, but I just...â
âYou were just being a brat is what you were doing, kitten,â Ingrid said pointedly. âYou know thatâs a treat reserved only for good girls.â Ingrid studied Mapiâs trembling form for a few moments, then declared, âI think Iâve finally decided on your punishment. Youâll get a spanking, ten strikes to be exact and I want our little girl to administer them.â
âWhat?â you said.
âWhat!?â Mapi yelped at the same moment.
Ingrid nodded firmly. âWould you prefer not to cum at all? Those are your choices.â When Mapi nodded her agreement, Ingrid said, âProceed.â
You brought your hand down on Mapiâs ass with a smacking sound.
âOne,â Mapi counted, gasping slightly at the sudden sharp contact.
As your hand came down for the tenth and final time, Mapi was trembling with the effort of maintaining her composure and Ingridâs grin was positively smug as she watched, almost daring her to cum without permission. Mapi barely hanging on to her modicum of control.
âIâm impressed,â Ingrid remarked with a raised brow, apparently surprised. âYou managed remarkably well. I was not expecting such a little brat to take her punishment so well.â
âThank you, Mommy,â Mapi replied, panting softly. The adrenaline coursing through her system was slowly abating, giving her better reign over her senses once again.
âYouâve both been relatively well-behaved tonight,â Ingrid remarked. âAnd Iâm thinking that one of you two deserves a reward. Unfortunately, you were both very bad. So, only one of you will be getting rewarded tonight. The other will watch and get nothing, learning a very valuable lesson in the process.â
Mapi and you shared a look of silent debate, amusing Ingrid. âDonât worry, Iâm a fair woman,â she purred. âIâm going to flip a coin, and our little girl will call it for me.â
âHeads, Mommy.â
Ingrid flipped the coin, letting it fall to the floor between the two waiting women. âWhat does it say?â
You swallowed thickly, gaze darting from the coin, to Mapi, to Ingrid. âHeads, Mommy,â you repeated.
Ingrid grinned and mussed your hair. Then, she turned to Mapi and said, âDo me a favour first, kitten.â Mapi nodded, teeth scraping over her bottom lip. âSuck my cock.â It was a command, not a request.
âYes, Mommy,â Mapi husked. She watched as Ingrid fastened herself into the harness, practically salivating in anticipation.
âGood girl,â Ingrid praised. She could see your jealous little pout from the corner of her eye. âDonât worry,â she assured you, âItâs only to get my strap ready for you.â She tilted your face up so she could kiss you. Then, she turned to Mapi. âGet to work.â
Mapi obliged by opening her mouth, crawling over on her knees, her gaze never leaving Ingridâs. She wrapped her hand around the base of the strap, her tongue flicking out over her bottom lip, a small groan leaving her as once again Ingrid wrapped her fingers around her hair. With a steadying breath, Mapi took the strap into her mouth, cheeks hollowing out as she sucked on the tip. She kept her eyes fixed on Ingridâs as she lowered her head until sheâd taken the entire length into her mouth, holding it in her throat for a moment. Her eyes watered slightly, not quite able to fully breathe, but she trusted Ingrid completely and was more than content to let her have full control.Â
Mapi pulled back until the strap slipped from her mouth and she could once again breathe, as she gulped down air, she stroked the strap with her hand, the other still gripping tight to Ingridâs thigh.
âYou look so good with my strap in your mouth,â Ingrid purred, her hips twitching in time with Mapiâs stroking, âSo pretty with your lips wrapped around me like a good little kitten.â
Mapi lifted the strap, dragging her tongue along the underside, then kissing the tip. She didnât speak, knew that wasnât what Ingrid wanted her to be doing with her mouth. She once again took the strap in her mouth, sucking hard as she bobbed her head, letting the strap fill her mouth and throat with each stroke. Ingrid hummed a pleased note as she watched.Â
âYouâre doing so good,â she moaned, gripping Mapiâs hair tighter, struggling not to force her head down any further than was comfortable for Mapi.
Ingrid could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, the sight and sounds of Mapi working her strap sinfully delicious, almost enough to bring her to the brink of cumming. Her hips bucked forward, the strap hitting the back of Mapiâs throat and making her gag. Ingrid paused, waiting for Mapi to tap out, but she didnât, instead keeping eye contact in a way that let Ingrid know she was ready and able to take everything Ingrid had to give.Â
With a growl from low in her throat, Ingrid thrust forward, slamming her hips into pink swollen lips. Mapi moaned around the strap, the sound spurring Ingrid on further as she set a rhythm with her thrusts, plunging the strap into Mapiâs throat.
âSuch a good girl,â Ingrid murmured. âYouâre doing so well.â Then, a stern command, âMake me cum. I want to cum in your mouth.â
With a little whimper, Mapi moved her hand between Ingridâs legs, finger slipping easily into her cunt, making her cry out. Mapiâs thumb drew sloppy circles on her clit and Ingridâs hips twitched in response, her pussy tightening around her fingers. Mapi wanted so badly to touch her own clit, but wasnât so bold, knowing Ingrid would take away her strap and leave her desperate and needy for days on end.
Ingrid came suddenly, hips stuttering to a stop as her whole body trembled with the force of her climax. She cried out, hissing a sharp, âFuck!â which only made Mapi want to smirk, filled with pride over so effectively having made her cum. Ingrid released the hand holding Mapiâs hair, letting her pull back from the strap and catch her breath. The saliva coated strap glistened in the overhead light, bobbing slightly as Ingrid caught her breath too.
With a wicked grin, Ingrid dragged two fingers through her dripping cunt, coating them in her juices, then offered them to Mapi for her to suck them into her mouth. Mapi more than willing obliged, eagerly cleaning off Ingrid sweet juices. You were obviously getting impatient, though, squirming in place as you tried to get friction between your legs without ever touching yourself, as you hadnât been given permission.
âThatâs enough,â Ingrid instructed Mapi who released her fingers reluctantly. Without another glance at her, Ingrid moved across the room to settle in the armchair once again.Â
âTime for your reward, little girl,â she said to you, âOn my lap.â
Eager and excited, you moved to swing your leg over Ingridâs lap, letting Ingrid wrap her hands around your hips, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. You grabbed the strap, lining it up with your entrance and sinking down on it with a throaty moan. You sat still, panting slightly, for a few moments as you adjusted to the size. You began moving up and down slowly, grinding your hips in slow circles. Ingridâs hands travelled down to grip your ass, nails digging into your flesh, and you responded by gripping at Ingridâs shoulders, giving her better leverage for her thrusts.
âWhat a good girl,â Ingrid cooed. âTell me how good it feels.â She leaned forward, taking a hard nipple in her mouth and biting down on it.
âMommy...â you whimpered at the feeling of teeth scraping across the sensitive bud. You were trembling already, and you knew you wouldnât last very long at all. âYour strap feels so good...â
âKeep going,â Ingrid encouraged. She moved to lavish the same attention on your other breast. âShow me how much you want it.â
You nodded eagerly, working your hips at a frantic pace, knowing that if you slowed down too much, Ingrid might revoke your reward. âSo good, Mommy... Itâs so good.â
Ingridâs fingers sought out your clit and began rubbing it in counterpoint to each of your thrusts. âI want you to cum for me,â she instructed. âCum all over my lap like a good girl.â
âFuck,â you moaned. âFuck, yes⊠so good, Mommy!â you began thrusting more erratically, your thighs twitching with the effort of supporting yourself.
âThatâs right, keep going,â Ingrid instructed. âI want to hear you.â She bucked her hips upward, slamming into you and knocking the air from your lungs. Ingrid watched, nearly salivating as your breasts bounced with each of her thrusts upwards.
You tightened your grip on Ingridâs shoulders, almost to the point of pain, as you struggled to breathe, on the verge of falling apart. It didnât take long for you to reach your climax, tossing your head back and crying out Ingridâs name as you rode out the aftershocks, Ingridâs finger still working your clit. On a shaky exhale, you said, âThank you, Mommy.â
Ingrid pulled you in for a bruising kiss. âGood girl. Iâm so proud of you.â She glanced over at Mapi who looked so sad. âWhy donât you go give Mapi a kiss, to make her feel better.â
You obliged, bringing your lips down on Mapiâs, indulging in the kiss until Ingrid said, âStop.â Reluctantly, you broke apart, turning back to face Ingrid.
âHopefully, the two of you have learned something, and next time youâll be better behaved,â Ingrid said gently.
âYes, Mommy,â the two of you said in unison.
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Hi !
I am a first time reader today as well ! Iâm here from a recommendation that @uniquesoulwinner made to one of their anons and it popped up under the woso tag !! I canât believe Iâm only seeing it now itâs so so amazing ! I really hope there will be a part 4 but the way she told her she loved her was so beautiful and the image of them after the game and her being worried about alexiaâs knee !!
you are an incredible writer đ
ahhhh - sheâs a pesky one đâ€ïž
Iâm just relieved it didnât disappoint!
youâre very sweet, thank you - Iâm glad you enjoyed it x
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Communication is key // Alexia Putellas
Without thinking, you called Alexia, feeling frustrated and disappointed about her behavior.
"Hello amor"
"Were you at the beach with the girls yesterday?"
Since weeks you had been asking if she wanted to hangout and go to be beach, just for some time away from football.
"Yes, why?" she replied, confused.
"I donât want to fight, but Iâm asking since 2 weeks if you want to go to the beach with me and you tell me youâre busy each time and now you went out with the other girls? To the beach? Even though, you know Iâve been askingâŠYou didnât ask if I wanted to join you guys" you said, upset about the fact that Alexia acted that way and that you got so carried away as to even bring it up.
"Eh- umâŠ" the midfielder was silent for a moment, thinking about how to phrase it as kindly as possible "the problem is that Mapi has a problem with you and thatâs why we decided as a group that you canât join. It wouldnât end well"
"Weâre a friend group of 5 peopleâŠ? If she has a problem she should talk to me privately."
The friends group consisted of Mapi, Ingrid, Frido, Ale and yourself.
"Yeah.."
"So, Iâm no longer part of the group when Mapi is there? Thatâs so nice, Alexia, thanks!" your voice was laced with sarcasm and anger.
Of all people, you at least thought Alexia would defend or support you - you were her girlfriend.
"What do you want to hear from me? The girls asked and I wanted to do something as a group so I went along. And if they exclude you, there's nothing I can do about it. Just chill out, we'll catch up on it at some point."
The betrayal and hurt you felt in that moment, was unreal - how could she say something like that? She was the person who had asked you out a dozens of times with puppy dog eyes. She was the one who begged for your kisses and love. And she was the one who wanted to spend every second of the day with you, no matter what plans either of you had.
Why was she acting so cold and rude now?
"You know what? If you want to hangout with me, then feel free to text me, but I wonât be running after you, just to get rejected every time, even though you apparently have the time but just don't want to when itâs with me, your girlfriend! So, text me if you want to do something that isnât having sex, otherwise we'll see each other in training."
With that you ended the call.
Did your friend group really decided that? It didnât seem to make any sense. And was even the problem with Mapi? The two of you were friends, never any problem between the two of you. But more importantly: what was the matter with Alexia? Why was she acting weird and distant? Have you done something wrong?
Normally, both of you were all over each other, holding hands, kissing in the storage room or even just an arm around your waist - spending almost 24/7 together. What was happening?
You declined every call that came in after, the caller id always the same.
reina đ
amor, por favor.
call me back
lo siento
Caught up in your anger, you started to deep clean your apartment, not being bothered to call her back or even reply. The cleaning relaxed you but it also got you thinking. Was Alexia acting like this because she wanted to break up with you? Did she realize that you werenât worth her time, attention and love? You always had a feeling that Alexia would break up with you at some point, many pretty girls in the world that would die to even just meet Alexia, let alone be loved by her.
That night you went to bed feeling very queasy and stressed - was she really about to break with you? She had texted you multiple times as she also had tried to call you but you didnât answer.
The next day, you went to training acting as usually but with one exception - you avoided Ale and the rest of your friend group.
You did partner drills with Patri, talked in water breaks with Lucy and ate lunch with Aitana, Keira and Caro.
It was usual that you socialized with other people than your friend group but the unusual part was that Alexia didnât follow you around like a lost puppy. Instead she sent longing looks towards you, sad smiles displaying in her face when you dodged her glances as she tried to act tough and unbothered by your ignorance.
"What have you done?" a thick English accent asked the midfielder who was walking towards the changing room.
"Maybe I handled things a bit wrong" she explained, not wanting to reveal too much - a little bit scared of the Lucy Bronze as she had gotten the shovel talk from her when she started dating you.
'If you hurt her, I will haunt and hurt you' Lucy had told the Barcelona captain.
That day, Alexia promised Lucy and herself to never hurt you - not that she intended to anyways.
"You better make up with her otherwise I will have to hurt you" the defender smiled, entering the locker and walking to her cubby.
Alexia was quick to take a shower and get ready, waiting for you in front of the facility. She knew you hadnât left yet as you had entered the changing room when she came out of the shower.
She indeed wanted to make up with you, the whole situation a misunderstanding.
When you walked out of the facility, she called after you, "Amor, ÂĄesperar!" grabbing your hand, stopping you on your short journey to the car, "can we talk?" her voice was gentle and caring.
"Do you want to break up with me?" you asked straight forward, stepping back, trying to protect yourself with the distance yet you knew it wouldnât help from a potential heart break.
"No no, amor, no. Let me pick you up at 7, okay? Iâll explain everything"
You thought about it, unsure what to do.
"Okay"
It was Alexia after all, the person who was always honest. If she wanted to explain something, she would.
"Thank you, amor" she pressed a kiss to your cheek, walking you to your car, "be safe" she said as watched you, pull out of the parking lot, feeling so much better now that she had talked to you, even if it was just a few sentences - now that you had smiled at her.
-
5 minutes early, she rang your door bell, shuffling with her feet and fidgeting with her hands - she was nervous.
"Come in" you greeted her, "just need to put on my shoes then we can go"
The midfielder nodded, shyly entering your home as if she hadnât been here before.
"You look very beautiful, like always" she smiled, cheeks slowly turning red. Alexia felt like as if it was your first date all over again. She still remembered how shy and nervous she was, wanting to do everything perfect, so youâd like her and she could ask you on another date. Also she had said the exact same thing when she picked you up for your first date.
"Reminds me of something" you chuckled, as well thinking back to the night where she had taken you out.
"SĂ, youâre getting prettier every day that hasnât changed"
Alexia thought you were the prettiest girl in the world, you took her breath away every time she saw you - you were absolutely stunning.
"charmer" you giggled, cheeks a dark shade of red. In that moment, everything felt like it used to be. She wasnât acting distant or weird, she was acting like the girl you fell in love with.
Everything is going to be okay.
"Amor, may I?" she asked politely, offering her arm as you had put on your shoes. Wordlessly, you linked your arms, walking towards her car. She opened the door for you, hurriedly rushing over to her side before she started the engine and rested her hand on your thigh. She was glad when you didnât push her off - you had missed her touch all day.
The two of you stayed in silence, your favourite songs playing as she drove to her destination. With every metre you got closer, she became more nervous and anxious. She knew she had some explaining to do but also was about to ask you an important question - which was the reason she even had to explain things. She wouldnât let a misunderstanding fuck things up with you. She wanted to marry you in the future - your relationship was very serious to her.
(Also she did not wanted to get haunted by a certain scary English defender.)
-
"Why are we at the beach?" you asked, the ocean right in front of you.
"Do you trust me?" the Barcelona player questioned, avoiding your question - she would explain in a moment, you just had to wait and trust her.
"Iâm not quite sure?" Ale raised an eyebrow, "fine, I trust you"
The girl smiled widely, stepping behind you and covering your eyes with her hands, "are you about to murder me?" you joked, knowing damn well that Alexia wouldnât dream of letting you fall or hurt yourself in any kind of way.
"Keep walking, amor"
-
After a short walk in the sand, the woman stopped, slowly revealing the sight in front of you.
There was a large picnic blanket, cushions and basket, wine and two glasses standing next to it - it looked romantic.
"Ale- whatâs all of this?" you asked confused, already emotionally touched by the gesture.
She sat down, making herself comfortable before she tapped between her legs, "come here"
Sitting in between her legs, staring towards the ocean and the beautiful sunset while she purred two glasses of wine.
"This is wow" you muttered, not yet leaning into her body as you were still moody at her but still admiring the work and view. It was indeed very romantic, rose petals and candles decorated everything around the two of you.
"Iâm sorry for avoiding you" Alexia started, loosely wrapping her free arm around your midsection, "i didnât mean to act weird. I was here with the girls to practice this- they helped me to set everything up and encouraged me for what Iâm about to do. Ingrid decorated, Frido made the snacks and well, Mapi carried everything while I was freaking out at home because I didnât know what to wear. Iâm sorry for letting you think i want to break with you or for acting weird, i was just really nervous these past weeks" she put her wine glass down in the sand, making sure it wouldnât fall before she pulled something out of her pocket, "Iâm always nervous when Iâm around you but this time it was different. I was scared of getting rejected and in return, I rejected you without even realizing."
Hidden in her hand, she gave you her little 'present' - a key.
"I would like you to move in with me." she breathed out, her heart racing.
You turned in her hold, looking at her with wide eyes.
"Youâre sleeping at my apartment almost every day and i can barely sleep without you being in my arms, so i thought maybe you would like stay at my place every night from now on" she rambled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
The widest grin broke out on your face and you kissed her - you had been wanting to bring up the topic since awhile now, yet always feeling too shy to do so as you knew Alexia loved her personal space and alone time. You didnât want her to feel pressured or to feel like she had to agree.
But now youâre even happier that the idea and suggestion came from her - she wanted this too - she was ready for the next step.
"Iâd love to" you answered, kissing her rapidly as she giggled while you did so.
"Iâm glad" she sighed in relief, puckering her lips once again.
More kisses, please
You happily accepted the key.
The key wasnât just any key, it symbolized that it was the key to her heart and home, that communication was the key to happiness, and that her nervousness couldn't always open all doors - which she had realized now;
Spending the whole at training without you was horrible. She never wanted to experience that again.
-
As your little picnic date continued (both of you back at being sickeningly in love with each other) the sun almost down completely, a question popped up in your head, "Mapi doesnât have a problem with me, does she?"
A loud hearty laugh escaped your girlfriend, "no, amor, youâre perfect. When you called me the girls were with me and I panicked and Mapi was signing something, so thatâs what came to my mind with her wild gestures. Iâm sorry if it sounded rude. Everybody loves you and you are very much a part of the group, my favourite member in fact"
Weirdly, you could imagine Mapi way too well and Alexia never lied to you. Added to that she was a horrible liar, her brows slightly raising when she lied or was trying to.
You believed and trusted her. It all made sense now - you remember how nervous she was when she asked you out on a date, you remember how nervous she was when she actually took you out, also how nervous she was when she asked the girlfriend question and how nervous she was just today.
You could only imagine how nervous she would be if she ever decided to ask you to be her wife.
Which Alexia definitely would do.
She would always be nervous around you, itâs you - youâre way too perfect for this world, so Ale had every right to be nervous every day anew - you were the key to all her happiness.
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Secret (3) // Alexia Putellas
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | extra |
You woke up with a pounding in your head, the alcohol showing its aftereffects.
This wasnât your bedroom⊠but why was it so familiar? When you slowly sat up, you tried to orientate yourself, only the few rays of sunlight illuminating the room. Angry grumbles filled the room as you did so - thatâs when it hit you.
Alexia,
the woman who grumbled furiously in her sleep when you left her touch. The person who hated it when she couldnât have at least one arm around you while sleeping - "I need to protect you."
And indeed you were right, Ale was peacefully sleeping next to you, hidden under the duvet, soft snores escaping her mouth.
You looked down your body, you were naked and littered in hickeys - Alexia had done a great job in marking you, her possessiveness apparently taking over.
How did this happen�
Pulling the duvet back up to cover your exposed body, your eyes fell once again on the sleeping beauty.
You knew you should leave before she woke up, but you couldn't. You were under her spell - you had to stay, at least for a few more minutes. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed.
Your broken heart was healing by just looking at her - you knew it was wrong but what your mind said and heart felt were different pair of shoes.
After a good 10 minutes you were finally able to tear yourself away as you gathered your clothes from the floor and headed out of the bedroom, putting on your clothes.
You couldnât leave yet though, knowing that her head would hurt as much as yours did at the moment. so you walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, made a sandwich and got some painkillers against the headache - not for yourself but for Alexia.
With breakfast and pills in your hand, you walked back into her bedroom as quietly as possible. You put it down on her nightstand, intending to leave the room when the midfielder turned around, her hand reaching for you.
You froze.
"5 more minutes amor" she mumbled with her eyes closed, "por favor"
Not knowing what to do, you bend down, caressing her cheek and sweetly kissing her forehead "okay" like you always had done it.
"Te amo"
-
The first thing you did when you arrived at home was laying down on the couch, turning on the tv.
You had the day off, you were hungover - no need to do anything else but relax.
Around afternoon, your door bell rang.
You groaned, annoyed that you had to get up and pause your show in the middle of a thrilling scene.
As you opened the door, you were met with flowers - you couldnât even the see the person who was holding them, that much flowers in their hands.
"Come in" you took some of the flowers - they looked amazing and smelled like spring - the person grateful for your help. The person followed you to the kitchen, still a bunch of flowers blocking their view.
Arrived in the kitchen, they put them down on the counter, revealing who she was but you knew that already.
Alexia,
was the only person who knew all of your favourite flowers and the only person who ever bought you some.
"hola" she greeted, nervously playing with her fingers.
She hadnât been here in quite some time.
"Thank you for the breakfast this morning" she said.
Shortly after you had left, the midfielder had woken up, the smell of sandwiches filling the room and the feeling of something - someone - missing, waking her up.
She knew it was you straightaway, not only because of obvious reasons and parts of her memory but also the sandwich gave it away. You were never big fan of taking pills without food in your stomach and you had scowled at Alexia each time when she did so.
You nodded, continuing to put the flowers in vases - just as your body was littered in hickeys, your kitchen island was littered in varieties of flowers, many questions in your head
Why was she her? With flowers? So many of them too? How many were there anyway? Surely not just for a thank you.
"513" she said, almost as if she could read your mind. Somehow she could. She always knew what you thought or what you needed yet she was just too stupid to fulfill the one thing that you actually needed for this relationship to work.
"One for each day where I didn't tell anyone about us plus 20 for the 20⏠I offered Alba" she explained, looking directly at you, "Iâm sorry- very sorry for- well, for everything. Iâm sorry for not taking you out on dates. Iâm so sorry for letting you feel like my dirty little secret and for neglecting you outside of our apartments. You did not and do not deserve that because youâre" subconsciously the corners of her lips turned upwards, her eyes turning into heart eyes, "you are truly amazing and wonderful and pretty and perfect, and the nicest, most caring and loving person I know and so much more" she carried on, "I did not deserve your kindness. I was scared because the feelings you let me feel are so overwhelming and I thought if we- told other people and then broke up, that I wouldnât recover from that. The thought of the media and fans harassing us scared me too, more than I like to admit. Itâs no excuse, I just wanted to let you know. But the truth is it made no difference whether the people knew about us or not because I am not recovering from my heart break. And thatâs my own fault. You deserve better than me, I know that, but it kills me to imagine you with someone else. I want to do better. I need to do better and fight for us? because you- you are the love of my life. All of your romance books combined wouldnât be enough to describe the things i feel for you."
You had stopped your movements awhile ago, shocked about everything she was telling you, "even just seeing you with my sister angered the Hulk out of me and we share the same blood" you let out a shaky laugh, the Hulk movie sadly one of the worst Marvel movies you had watched together.
Both of you were silent for a moment, "iâm-"
"I-"
small giggles escaped the two of you as you started at the same time, "please continue" Ale said, smiling slightly.
"I donât know what to say, if Iâm being honest" you admitted, overwhelmed by the situation.
"You donât have to. I just wanted to let you know that Iâm sorry and how sorry I truly am. I was never ashamed of you, just scared. You can do whatever you want with that now"
you let her words sink in, hands gripping the kitchen counter while youâre mind was trying to process everything.
"Iâm hoping that one day, youâll be able to forgive me" she inhaled sharply, "and eventually for another chance." it was mumbled, almost inaudible.
She looked so small and vulnerable while she avoided eye contact. Her elegant and strict presence wasnât existing anymore, she was just a girl with a broken heart.
"Ale-"
"You donât- i know- i- Iâll be waiting for you" she muttered, getting up. She walked around the kitchen island, pressing a gentle yet longing and lingering kiss to your temple, tearfully pulling back. She just couldn't stop herself from giving you that little kiss.
Was it the last one forever?
"Lo siento muchĂsimo"
You let her walk out of the kitchen as she turned around one last time, standing at door the door frame, "i will fight for you unless you say something else"
You were too stunned and shocked to say anything. Everything that happened in the last few minutes played out over and over again in your mind while your eyes followed the midfielder walking out of view.
So many thoughts argued in your head - not one thought clear, nor one gaining the upper hand. Everything was blurry, so confusing. Why couldn't it be easy? Love was so easy for everyone else... why not for you?
You had a good heart - you had to do it.
As usual, your mind was completely against it, but your heart and brain never shared the same opinion. You wanted it - you wanted her. Your heart was practically screaming after her which was why you followed her.
You wouldnât let her walk through that door, like she had let you.
"Alexia"
She stopped in her tracks, not turning around, expecting you to tell her that there was no point in fighting for you.
Just get over it, please
"Look at me" your voice sounded firm yet caring. She couldnât predict what your next move was - she was completely clueless, but expected more hurt than just her broken heart which already was one of the worst pains, she had ever suffered from.
Nonetheless she obeyed.
As you looked at her, you realized that your heart wasnât able to fight against your brain.
If you forgave her now, it would just show how easy it was to manipulate you.
An apology, no matter how sincere it was and no matter how sweet it was that she had bought you flowers (which had probably cost a lot), wouldnât heal your wounds. Your pride and pain was still too present. It wouldn't be that easy for her. She had some serious groveling to do.
This time her name wasnât enough for her to get everything she wanted or had set her mind to.
"Donât forgot to drink enough water" you said, internally slapping yourself for that comment.
Your heart wanted to say 'Promise me to try hard enough', so she would know that there was still hope. Because there was. She was your love and your greatest love story. Every part in your body loved her and she loved you, but sometimes love wasnât (strong) enough. And even though she didnât deserve you at the moment, she deserved the chance to fight for you. She just had to figure that by herself.
You let her walk through that door, like she had let you, hoping that she would try hard enough.
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Secret (blurb/headcannons) // Alexia Putellas
a/n: based off this request :)
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
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getting permission
"I was thinking" you started, turning the volume of the tv down, "Frido and Ingrid- theyâre my best friends-" you didnât know how to approach the situation, being back together with Alexia was heaven on earth but parts of you felt like you had betrayed your friends by not telling them about everything thatâs happened.
And they literally knew everything about you, so it was weird to let them in the dark about such a massive part of your life.
"Tell them, itâs okay" she smiled, already knowing what you were trying to say as she leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, "do you want to invite them for dinner? Iâll cook something and then go to mama"
"Youâre just fine with it?" you asked, lifting a brow.
"SĂ. You should have done that way earlier" she whispered, "while I respect it so much that you didnât, you had every right to. I wonât stop you. Whatever you want, Iâll support you" your heart melted at her words, "forever"
Alexia wasnât the same anymore - she wasnât the girl who was afraid to show her love. She was the woman who showed every form of affection and love - not caring about teammates teasing, media comments or haters.
She loved you, that was all that mattered.
"Are you sure sure?" you asked again.
"SĂ" her expression was firm, letting you know that she was indeed more than sure before a gentle smile took over, dreamy eyes looking at you with so much love.
"I love you"
"I love you too"
-
telling Ingrid and Fridolina
The three of you sitting in your local café
Build up conversation
"How are things with Alexia?"
long story time
Ingrid and Frido more than shocked
Asking many questions
Offering money??!!?!?
513 flowers? How much did they cost?
gasps
"The audacity"
coffee and biscuits turning into drinks and dinner
Analyzing everything
rage in their voices
anger, irritation, confusion in their expressions
disappointment in their eyes
commenting on situations and actions
They expected more from someone like Alexia
Both of them very disappointed in Alexia yet partly understanding her reasons.
Ingrid about to have a very long conversation with her girlfriend at home
Apologizing multiple times for not telling them earlier
Your friends understanding in every possible way
The two of them forever having your back and defending you
proud of you for not giving in and forgiving her straight away.
happy for you that everything has changed for the better
Appreciating how Alexia treats you and shows you off now
Ingrid and Frido having a shovel talk with Alexia the day after
Alexia not dreaming of hurting you - now even more.
Intimidated by the Scandies
Alexia starting to copy romantic gestures from the countless of books youâve read
Alexia continuing her 'diary', also known as the 'why I love you'-book which she gifts you at each anniversary
Your friends teasing you when they see the books in one of the shelves of your shared home
Ingrid and Frido becoming bridemaids at your wedding one day
happy end - an end you always wished for
till death do you apart
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Spider // Alexia Putellas
a/n: inspired by a tik tok I saw, but sadly canât find anymore!
Early on in your relationship, you learned that Alexia wasnât afraid of anything - the complete opposite of you.
It was you who hid in the crook of her neck when you watched horror movies,
it was you who sent her downstairs when you heard some weird noises,
and it was you who had a night light on when she was away.
Seeing Alexia scared or frightened had never been on your agenda as you had tried to scare her multiple times already, her reaction always the same, "I know youâre there" or "donât even try it, mi amor, I heard you"
But the one time you did see her scared was in a way you never expected it to be.
-
You stood in the kitchen as you debated on what to cook tonight.
You weren't the biggest fan of cooking nor the best at it, but since it was an unspoken rule that one night you would cook and the following day Alexia, you naturally stuck to it, especially when you knew that she had training until the evening.
So, as you leaf through the cooking book, you stopped at every recipe you knew Alexia enjoyed, checking if you had the ingredients.
With the music playing softly in the background and your daydreaming, you didnât realize that your girlfriend had entered the room. Silently, she walked up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder while her arms looped around your midsection as she pulled you against her front, "what got you so distracted, mi amor?"
Your body tensed and froze - being frightened before you quickly melted into her embrace.
"I donât know what to cook" closing your eyes, you rested your hands over hers.
"What about some simple pasta?" she proposed as she started to press featherlight kisses along your neck, making you melt even further in her touch. In responds you nodded, turning in her grasp, "how was training?" you asked, putting your arms around her neck, the two of you swaying to the music.
Tiredly, she smiled "good but exhausting. I scored some goals"
"Something new" you teased, pinching her cheeks, grinning widely at her expression.
"Stop"
Biting your lip, "Hm? Iâm not doing anything. All I was saying was-"
Leaning in, the Catalonian locked your lips, preventing you from finishing your sentence. Immediately, butterflies erupted in your stomaches while your minds went blank, only focusing on each other.
"If it was always that easy to shut you up, hm?" the girl grumbled jokingly, pulling you back in. Kissing you would always be her favourite activity.
That girl was obsessed with and addicted to you - she could never get enough of you.
She loved kissing you,
she loved hugging and holding you,
she loved talking and listening to you,
she loved protecting and claiming you as hers,
she simply loved you.
After a few kisses, the midfielder excused herself to change into more comfortable clothes when all of sudden a hair-raising, terrifying and horrific scream came from upstairs - Alexia.
"Ale?!" you shouted, grabbing the nearest weapon - a fork.
Running to your bedroom with adrenaline pumping through your body, you prayed that she was alright.
Please let her be okay.
As you threw the door open - ready to fight whatever was behind it - your girlfriend stood on your shared bed, gripping the sleep shirt in her hand and screaming.
"Are you okay?! Whatâs wrong?! Are you hurt?! Why are you screaming?!"
Alexia had a look of disgust and fear displayed in her features, "araña!"
At this point, you really should have continued your duolingo strike because you didnât understand what she was talking about at all.
"Spider"
She pointed to the wall, her body tense and slightly shaking.
Sighing in relief that it was nothing dramatic, you walked to the wall where she was pointing at, the spider not visible until you were one step in front of it.
"la araña is huge!"
"Itâs tiny" you laughed, shaking your head, putting down your 'weapon' "baby, I thought someone was in here"
"She is!"
"yes but she probably lives here" walking towards the bed, you held out one hand for her to take, leaving your guest alone "she does not pay any bills! Sheâs not allowed to live here! Kill it" your girlfriend demanded, crossing her arms yet her eyes not leaving the gigantic monster, "I will not leave this bed until itâs out of my house"
"Okay" you stated, walking towards the door, intending to get an item that would help you remove the spider.
"Where are you going?!" Alexiaâs voice shrilled, more fear appearing in her eyes.
"Getting a glass" your voice was calm and gentle, not wanting to stress out the footballer even more.
Which didnât seem to help.
"Why do you need to drink something now?! Kill the monster!" she panicked, "donât leave me alone in here"
"I want to-" you cut yourself off, there was no point in explaining what your plan was as everything seemed to freak out the Barcelona player. So instead of walking out of the bedroom, you walked towards her, offering your hand once again.
She clinged onto you, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, arms holding you around your neck as she hid in the crook of your neck - something that had never happened before.
Roles were reserved - you were the protector and she was the one to be protected because the 'Iâm never scared'- girl was in fact scared and very so.
Gently, you sat her down on the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you got a glass and a piece of paper, heading back to your bedroom. You felt Alexiaâs eyes burning holes into back of your head until you were out of sight.
The tough girl was seriously afraid of a tiny tiny spider, somehow ironic.
When you arrived in the room, you walked towards the spot were the spider was - it wasnât there anymore.
Slightly in panic, (not afraid of the missing spider but your girlfriends reaction) you thought about what to do. Telling Alexia was definitely not an option and neither was searching for it. The spider was tiny and compared to your bedroom, it would take hours to find it, so there was only one option left: leaving the spider wherever it was and acting like you removed it.
And even though, you were the worst liar and you hated lying, was this an acceptable lie - after all, it was about her safety and peace of mind.
With a plan in mind, you headed to the bathroom. You knew Alexia would hear the flushing toilet and assume you killed the spider, exactly what you needed - for her to think the spider was gone forever.
All you could do now was to hope and pray that you would eventually find it and not her.
Making your way downstairs, Alexia waited patiently at the edge of the couch, "is it gone?" she asked.
"Yes, baby"
"Gracias amor" she got up, keeping her distance as the items the spider had touched were still in your hands.
She followed you in the kitchen where you threw away the paper, about to put the glass in the dishwasher, "what are you doing?!" the midfielderâs eyes wide, voice high-pitched, "put the glass in the trash!"
"What? Baby, itâs perfectly fine"
"No no no, this will not stay in my house!"
You admitted defeat as you also threw away the glass. The lady needed her inner peace back.
"Maybe we should get some takeout tonight?" you proposed, taking her hand and walking in the living room.
"SĂ, thatâs good"
The midfielder collapsed on top of you, hugging your figure as she pressed soft kisses along your jaw, "my hero" she smiled, finally interlocking your lips, showing her appreciation of protecting her. She purred every inch of love and affection into that kiss, thanking you yet also shutting you up as she knew you had a teasing comment resting on the tip of your tongue.
After puling away to catch some air, it left your mouth anyways, "never scared, hm?" you giggled, her cheeks turning red.
In responds, she just kissed you once again, the spider long forgotten as the touch of your lips made her forget everything in the world.
If the spider had still been there, you would have gotten rid of it to protect your girl and though, the plan had changed, the intention stayed the same, so you happily accepted the thank you and love you were getting at the moment.
next day
"AMOR!"
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Obviously in love // Grace Clinton
a/n: based off this request:)
Grace Clinton liked you.
You liked Grace Clinton.
Everybody knew.
Everybody but the two of you.
Several occasions showed exactly that.
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It started with the many superstitions the two of you had or rather shared. The girls would always tease you about it while both of you claimed and often argued that youâd play horrible if not doing so.
1.) Grace always had to do your hair. Each time she would do a different hairstyle, each of them done perfectly as your hair wouldnât ever get in the way, no matter what happened.
2.) You had to tie her boots. Yes, she was able to do it herself, (like you were capable of doing your hair yourself) but something about you tying her shoes gave her enough confidence to shoot from every angle and distance on the pitch. And score goals.
3.) "ready to win?"
"Ready whenever you are"
-
"Popcorn!" Celin shouted as she entered the living room with three bowels of popcorn balancing in her hands.
The Tottenham girls were sat around the couches, arm chairs and bean bags as the movie marathon was about to begin.
Grace and you shared a bean bag, yourself sitting in between her legs while your back rested against her front and her arms were loosely wrapped around your mid section. "Try not to fall asleep to soon, yeah pretty girl?" the midfielder purred, in responds your hands pinched her thighs "If i remember correctly it was you who snored like a grizzly bear the last time" you giggled as Gracie attacked you with pokes in your side. She only stopped when she felt a smack against the back of her head, "movie starts" the captain stated. You settled back in her arms while she pulled you closer.
Her arms brought you a type of comfort nobody ever could.
-
It was save to say that Grace loved the spare key she had to your home. She used it at every opportunity she got, opening the door when you were with her "I have my own key, I can open the door for us" proudly showing the key on her key chain. Or other than that, letting herself in when you werenât there as she made herself a home and even using the key when you were at home but didnât expect her to come over.
You stood in the kitchen, preparing your dinner when you felt arms snuggling around your waist, a head resting on your shoulder. You shrieked, caught completely off guard as you yet melted in the grasp, your favourite scent filling the air.
"Gracie! You promised me!" you grumbled, turning around as you stared at the midfielder with crossed arms, "you canât just come over and use the spare key! Itâs for emergencies"
"It is an emergency!" she defended herself, arms up in surrender.
"Whatâs the emergency, hm?"
"I missed you" she stated, pulling you close before she hid her face in the crook of your neck, mumbling something inaudible.
You sighed, asking "Do you want some dinner?" your fingers combing through her hair.
"Yes, please"
-
"Youâre staring" the voice of Beth appeared next to you, calling you back to reality.
"What did you say?"
"Youâve got something in your eye" she repeated as you looked at her, "what? Where?" trying to find what and in which eye.
"Grace"
You glared at her while she laughed her ass off.
"Shut up!" you hit her arm, Grace already skeptically looking at the two of you from the other side of the pitch, about to make her way over.
"Come one, you like her" Beth said now in an softer tone, "and she likes you"
"Weâre best friends!" you replied, slight anger in your voice.
"Whatever you say, babes"
-
After tossing and turning for hours, you came to the realization that you werenât able to sleep. You didnât why but it annoyed you. Physically you were tired, your eyes closing every now and then but you just couldnât fall into a deep slumber.
Not knowing what to do, but desperately in the need and want of sleep, you reached for your phone.
"Hello?" The sleepy voice rasped.
"Gracie?"
"Whatâs wrong? Are you okay?" She shot up from her bed, you never called at such a late hour and with the shakiness in your voice she thought of the worst.
"I donât know, sorry. Forget about it" you mumbled, regretting that you called her at 3am.
"Wait-" but you had already hung up. You would find a way to sleep.
On the other side of the phone, Grace was already out of bed, throwing a hoodie and joggers over her pyjama. She raced through the apartment, every possible light on, searching for eventually needed stuff, not being bothered by the noises she made which woke up her flatmate.
"What are you doing? Itâs in the middle of the night" Celin said, leaning in her door frame while she rubbed her eyes.
"Somethingâs wrong"
"Do we have an intruder?!" she yelled, grabbing for the nearest weapon in her room.
"What? No. Somethingâs wrong with my- Y/N"
Celin watched Grace pace through the kitchen, collecting your favourite snacks which she had stored in her home in case you hung out here, craving some of them.
"When are you going to tell her that you like her?"
"Weâre best friends"
"Are you telling me that or yourself? Everybody knows you like each other"
In silence, she put on her shoes, backpack filled with essentials before she rushed out of the house.
When she opened the door, she was met with darkness. Because of this, she assumed that you were in your bedroom. Gently, she opened the door-
"What the fuck!" you yelled, frightened. You switched on your lamp, staring at the midfielder, "you scared the shit out of me!" suddenly wide awake.
"I scared the shit out of you? You scared the shit out of me!" she replied, putting down her backpack and walking over to 'her' side of the bed - the side she slept in when she was staying over. "What are you doing here?" you asked, already knowing the answer.
"You called me and then hung up on me all of sudden." she slipped under the duvet, closing the distance, "I was worried" her hands found your waist, pulling you in her grasp before she continued, "whatâs wrong? Thereâs a reason you called me, so please donât say 'nothing'"
Looking away from her, you could feel your cheeks heating up embarrassingly.
"I couldnât- canât sleep" you muttered, "and I can always sleep when youâre here, so-"
"you thought asking me to come over would help until you realized itâs three in the morning?" she finished your sentence.
you nodded.
"Iâm sorry"
"Donât be, Iâm glad you called me" the girl tangled your legs together, resting her head on the pillow, "Besides, it's a full moon, no wonder you couldn't sleep"
With that being said, you hugged her back, resting your head on her chest like you always did.
And within a few minutes you were asleep, the rhythm of her heartbeat lulling you into a slumber.
-
Derbies were always rough matches, especially when it was Arsenal.
As it was now.
Grace and you were both in the starting lineup, excited to play against the gunners - some of your national teammates.
"Ready to win?" you asked Gracie, the girl already staring at you with heart eyes (which was unnoticed by you).
"Ready whenever you are" she replied, smiling - an unspoken rule to have this small conversation while you waited in the tunnel - Grace always lined up behind you.
In the first half, both teams had their chances, sadly none of Tottenhams and thankfully none of Arsenals leading to a goal.
With Katie McCabe on your side, it was rather physically exhausting, the Irish woman challenging you in more than one way. Each time, Grace saw you hitting the ground, she was about to rip Katieâs head off, only calming down when she saw you get up right away. Yet her anger was still very much present in the break. She was holding your hand tightly, in the need of your touch to reduce her anger.
In the first few minutes after halftime, Alessia opened the score, fueling more pressure on the team for the equalizer. The game got rougher and more physical as tackles came sliding in from multiple players.
When Tottenham was awarded a corner kick and it came flying in your direction, you jumped up, trying to head it somewhere near the goal. But instead of hitting the ball, you felt another head smack against yours.
Grace watched in horror as you went down while her legs started to work on their own - sprinting towards you. Blood trickled down your forehead, making the midfielders stomach twist. Multiple people were at your side, including the Arsenal player who caused your injury. She pushed everybody aside, kneeling down next to you, "Get the fuck away from my girl" pure venom laced in her voice as she shoved the gunner away, her full attention on you and you only. You had a nasty cut on your forehead, eyes barely staying open. You could hear your favourite voice talking, but you didnât understand what she was saying - was she even talking to you? All you knew was that her hand was holding yours. You knew her touch. Youâd always recognize her touch - no matter what.
"Mate, whatâs your problem?!" Katie McCabe snarled, matching her attitude while pulling her on her collar. "My problem?!" Grace jumped up, her hands bloody from holding yours, "Sheâs fucking bleeding"
"And? Everybody hurts themselves. Itâs a physical game after all!"
"Sheâs not just anyone!" with that she shoved Katie to the floor, all her anger bubbling over. Of course, the defender was up on her feet in less than 10 seconds, starting to shove Grace around, both of them yelling at each other.
Katie had to be held back by Leah and Kim while Beth and Ashleigh pulled Grace away who was still shouting at the Irish woman.
How dare she to say anything about you?!
-
Winning the fa cup against Manchester United was amazing and something massive. Tottenham made history that day. Unfortunately, Grace wasnât allowed to play yet that didnât stop her from cheering for the spurs, especially for you. When you scored the opening goal, Grace thought her heart might explode with all the pride she felt and when Marta made it 3-1 in the 89â. The deal was settled.
After receiving your medals and the pitch-celebrations died down, the team decided to go out tonight.
When you entered the bar/club, you were met with very loud but fancy music, people dancing everywhere and a few of your mates sitting at a table chatting. Not in the mood to dance just yet, you joined them, greeting everybody before taking a seat in Graceâs lap - nothing new.
Her mouth fell open as she almost drooled at the sight of you, "you look- wow" she breathed out, completely in love with you.
"Thank you!" you grinned, " you donât look bad yourself" while checking her out the best you could - but indeed, she wasnât looking bad, she looked gorgeous.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked, squeezing your hips.
"Yes, that would be nice" you replied, making no move to get up, "donât you want to ask what drink Iâd like?"
"I know you quite well by now" with that she got up before gently guiding you back down in her chair.
While Celin tried to make conversation with you, you only had eyes for the midfielder, admiring her from afar. You frowned when a lady approached her and started talking to her. Your jaw clenched, chest tightening as you glared daggers into the womanâs head. Whatâs her problem? the strangers hand touched Graceâs arm as she discreetly stepped closer. "Someone is flirting with Y/Nâs girl" one of the girls teased, your friends laughing at her joke. That comment made your jealousy grow, your hands balling into fists as you tried to keep your cool. "Arenât you going to do something?" Charli asked, sensing your frustration.
With a huff you got up, marching over to the beast who was talking to the beauty.
Stepping between both of them, you leaned against the counter, "hi! Iâm her girlfriend and you are?" your voice sounded firm and stern, Grace taken aback by your statement and your sudden outburst.
"Sorry" the girl was quick to flee the scene, not wanting any drama as well because she was scared and intimidated by you and your presence.
After the girl was gone, Grace grabbed your hips, pulling your back against her front, "What was that?" she asked, her voice raspy.
"That creature was flirting with you" you replied stubbornly, crossing your arms as you tried to leave her touch.
"Stop" Grace grumbled, pulling you back, "relax" she ordered softly, her arms wrapping fully around your midsection. As on cue, you melted in her embrace, letting all anger flow away.
"So, what was that?"
"What was what? I just wanted my drink" you answered yet defensively.
"None of that, itâs me" she whispered as you intertwined your fingers, "were you jealous?"
You sighed, "yes"
The young lioness froze, she didnât expect you to be straight up honest with her. She knew you had never lied to her and she wouldnât assume that you would ever lie at her, but she indeed thought that you would avoid admitting your obvious jealousy.
"I donât like it when other people flirt with you" you mumbled after you had turned around, looking at her.
Not wanting to push you any further, she kissed your forehead in responds before guiding you on the dance floor.
"Theyâre disgustingly cute" Charli told Celin as they watched the two of you dance.
"And obviously so in love"
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