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hallmarks of sisterhood

putellas!reader. r mediates a fight between her sisters. they don't realize they're tearing her apart in the process. at least, not until they ruin an important night for her. can they make it up to her? fluff & angst.

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Being significantly younger than your sisters, you were the true baby of the family, and were treated as such. You were already a pretty sensitive person, and the overprotective tendencies of the entire family only increased this. You were quite different from both your sisters. Alba was an extrovert, always talking, always laughing, never thinking too hard about anything. Alexia was quieter in public, but always loud at home in an attempt to match Alba’s energy. The competitive gene only seemed to skip you, and you hated conflict. Any type of it. You didn’t like yelling, you didn’t like arguments, and you couldn’t stand when people were mad at you.

It made sense then, that you’d always been the mitigator between your sisters. They were always fighting growing up, and it took a very small you to break up the fights that the teenage versions of them would get into, often shoving your small body in between theirs and singing a song so loudly they had no choice but to stop arguing. If the singing didn’t work, then you’d cry, and that always worked.

As you got older, your role changed slightly. You were still the mitigator, but more because you were logical and smart and both of them could normally trust you to be objective. You didn’t really enjoy it, but you hated it more when they weren’t speaking to each other, so you did what you could to resolve their fights easily.

All of this considered, you were not surprised to catch yourself in an argument between them yet again. This one wasn’t super similar to the others, though, in that it was much more emotionally charged. Both Alexia and Alba seemed angrier at each other than normal, and you didn’t know why. Still, you tried to fix it, as best you could.

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“I cannot believe you, Alba.” Alexia sighed, shaking her head at her other sister.

“Don’t try to guilt trip me, Ale, this isn’t my fault. I told you before there was a chance I’d have to go to this conference.” Alba shot back.

“You don’t have to go, you are choosing to go. So you can hook up with that coworker you're seeing.”

Alba flushed red with anger.

“Let’s calm down, guys,” you began, shifting uncomfortably in your seat in the corner of the sectional. Neither girl paid you any mind.

“I am going for work, Alexia, I wouldn’t sleep with anyone at a work conference.”

“Oh, yes of course, you’re so above that. You are notorious for not hooking up with people in inappropriate situations Alba, how could I forget. It was only 4 of my teammates you slept with? And how many of my other friends?”

“You are such a-”

“Stop.” You cut in. “Alexia, that was mean. Alba, she’s just disappointed because she was looking forward to spending time with everyone.” You cut in, trying to cool the rising temperature of the room.

“No, I am disappointed because we made a commitment to do this for Mami and now she’s backing out. Like always.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Alba scoffed.

“The last trip to Ibiza. Mother’s day last year. My 25th birthday,” Alexia began to list, counting the events off on her fingers rather condescending.

“Guys, please calm down.” You attempted.

“Will you ever get over me missing your 25th birthday? Or are you going to have it engraved on your tombstone? ‘My sister missed my birthday once and I never shut up about it.’” Alba yelled, getting to her feet and walking closer to where Alexia was sitting at the kitchen counter.

When Alexia rose to meet her, you stood nervously, too, moving a bit closer. “Why don’t we all stay seated?” You tried.

Both of them continued to ignore you, as if you weren’t even there. “That is not the point, Alba.”

“No, Ale, the point is that only your career is important. Everyone has to drop everything for football, but what I do doesn’t matter, and I have to bend over backwards to make things work with your insane schedule. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Alexia.”

“Oh my god, Alba. You are such a bitch.” Alexia sighed, rolling her eyes in a way she knew would make the younger girl furious.

“You are the bitch, Alexia. A selfish, bossy, mean bitch,” Alba yelled, crossing her arms and taking a step closer to the older girl.

“Alba, I swear to god,” Alexia threw back, the volume of her voice making you flinch. You stepped in between them, forcing them to both back up a bit.

“Please stop shouting.” You pleaded, looking between them. Both of them turned to you, annoyed.

“Go somewhere else if it’s bothering you, pequeña! Adults argue. Grow up.” Alexia yelled, sending a glare your way. You stopped back, blinking away tears, looking incredibly hurt. Alexia sighed. “Sorry, nena, I didn’t mean-”

It was too late, though, you were pushing past her towards the door of her house. “No, whatever. I’ll go. Solve your argument by yourselves for once.” You snapped.

“Nice job, Ale, you made the el bebe cry.” Alba said mockingly.

“Shut your mouth, Alba. Pequeña, come back,” Alexia called, but the door was already slamming shut behind you.

You wiped at your eyes furiously, getting into your car. You’d always hated how sensitive you were, how anyone raising their voice at you made you cry. You couldn’t argue, couldn’t disagree without dissolving into tears. Normally, angry tears. You’d always been like this, and your sisters often made fun of it, but were aware of the fact that you hated yelling, and tried to avoid doing so. Even when they were fighting with each other. Today got too out of control, though, both of them taking this specific issue very seriously.

They’d have to figure it out themselves, this time. You were done with this. They knew how you felt about conflict, and yet they always put you in the middle. It was exhausting and hurtful being caught in between them. They were adults, they could solve this argument.

You and Eli didn’t live far from Alexia, and you reached home before you were really ready to. You needed to erase all evidence of your tears from your face before heading inside, because Eli could not know about this. You and your sisters did not tell on each other, for one thing. For another, there was a possibility the trip in question could be rescheduled and you didn’t want to ruin the surprise.

You checked your face in the mirror, took a deep breath, denied Alexia’s phone call, and headed inside, prepared to pretend that nothing was wrong.

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You got past your mother with very few questions asked, as she was distracted reading over Alexia’s new Nike contracts. Your sister still had Eli read all her contracts, a habit you and Alba teased her about often.

Eli did come knocking, though, only a few hours later, while you were in your room getting some homework done. “Nena?” She called from the hallway, not hearing a response to her knock.

Still, you didn’t say anything, so she pushed the door open, only to find you asleep at your desk, your head resting on a pile of photographs, your computer opened up to photoshop. A black and white photo of your sister at training was pulled up, and Eli quickly averted her eyes, knowing very well she wasn’t supposed to see this particular assignment until you were done.

“Mija,” Eli said, covering her eyes as she heard you stir. “Go to bed, it’s late, and you are exhausted.”

“Do not look, Mami!” You cried, sitting up completely and quickly flipping everything over and shutting your computer.

“I’m not!” Eli replied, laughing at how secretive you were about these photos.

“Okay, everything is away.” You said, standing to give your mother a hug before getting into bed. She squeezed you tight, as she always did, kissing your cheek before letting go.

“Goodnight,” she said, giving you a kind smile.

“Goodnight mami,” you replied, knowing she was smiling because she knew you were about to get back on your computer as soon as she left the room.

“Oh, do you know why your sister’s are fighting? I texted the groupchat with them, and they both replied to me separately.” Eli asked with an eye roll, quite used to your sisters’ antics.

“Something dumb, probably.” You said with an unconvincing laugh. Your mother gave you a weird look, like she didn't believe you, but didn’t push it.

As soon as she was out of the room, you were, in fact, back on your computer, finishing up the final touches on a photo of Alexia. You were really too excited to be preoccupied with your sisters at the moment. You were in school studying photography, and after a recent exhibition at your school, a gallery in Barcelona had reached out and asked you to shoot a series for them to display. They’d given you full creative control, which was an insane amount of trust to put into a 20 year old, and you were determined not to mess it up.

If that meant staying up late making sure every photo was perfect in the next couple days, so be it. You were proud of this work, and that wasn’t really a common feeling for you. You’d grown up in the shadow of your two sisters. Alexia was the best female footballer in the world, and Alba was… Alba. Everyone loved her. Nothing you ever did seemed to really make anyone pay attention, except for your Mami. Eli had always been careful to celebrate your and Alba’s accomplishments, like she celebrated Alexia’s, even if they weren’t of the same magnitude. Your sisters were a bit better than the rest of your family and friends, paying attention to what you did, but it always felt a bit like your mother was making them do so.

This was your chance to do something impressive of your own. Something that everyone could understand, everyone could be impressed by. It was an opportunity you were not about to waste. You didn’t realize the potential that other people had, though, to ruin it for you.

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The next few days were busy. When you weren’t working on your photos, making sure they were perfectly edited and printed properly, you were worrying about what people would think about them. Or you were trying to pick the perfect outfit for Saturday evening, the opening of the gallery. There wasn’t a ton of time for you to respond to Alexia’s repetitive apologies, or to Alba’s pleading for you to be on her side. It was annoying, really, that during such an important and stressful week, they couldn’t leave you out of their argument.

You finally had enough on Friday, pulling up the groupchat with both of them in it, and sending a rather harsh message. It wasn’t like you to be harsh and snap at them, and you were hoping they would get the message that they’d upset you, and you wanted to be left out of this.

If one of you texts me one more time about this idiotic fight, I am going to tell Mami that it was you two who dented her car, not the neighbor backing into it. I am so tired of being pulled into the middle of this. Both of you apologize to each other for being mean, and get over it.

You hoped that would be the end of it. When your phone buzzed a few minutes later, though, you knew that had been a naive hope.

Alexia had responded first.

It should not be hard to pick a side when I am right, nena.

Alba responded after that.

You always let Alexia get away with things you’d yell at me about. You can both apologize to me when you are ready.

You weren’t really sure how Alba had decided that you’d sided with Alexia, but you certainly were not going to be apologizing to her anytime soon. You left them both on read, figuring they’d make up before the gallery opening tomorrow night.

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You were up pretty much the entire night before the gallery. This time, not because anything needed to get done, but because you were nervous. You were thinking about everything that could possibly go wrong. By the time morning rolled around, you slept for maybe a couple hours, and created a decisive list of every bad thing that could happen today.

You actually hadn’t thought of everything, but you wouldn’t know that until later.

You’d passed out just as the sun had started to rise, and Eli came in to wake you up only a few hours later.

“Nena, despierta,” she said softly, setting down a mug of coffee on your nightstand and shaking your shoulder.

You bolted upright in bed, and looked around frantically, startling your mother. “Am I late?!” You gasped, moving to get out of your bed as fast as possible.

“No, no, you aren’t late. It is only 11. Relax, mija, everything is okay.” Eli soothed, gently pushing you back down onto the bed.

You let out a relieved sigh, rubbing at your face with your hands. “Sorry.”

“Did you sleep at all?” Eli asked with a disapproving look.

“Not much. I tried, I swear, I just couldn’t turn my brain off.”

Your mother patted your cheek reassuringly. “You’re almost done, nena. It’s all going to go perfectly.”

You nodded, trying to believe her words. You just had this weird, nagging feeling that something was going to go wrong. There wasn’t time to focus on this feeling, though, no matter how much you wanted to. There was simply too much to be done. Accepting the hug your mother offered, you got up, ready to prepare yourself for the long day ahead.

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You didn’t really think anything of it when you didn’t see either of your sisters right away. You were busy greeting other people, family and friends. Some of Alexia’s teammates had made it, and you spent some time taking in the awestruck expression on Mapi’s face when she saw the singular photo of her included.

That was the best part of the whole thing, you decided. Getting to see everyone’s reactions to seeing themselves up on the wall.

The theme was people you loved, in their happy place. The project was joyful and fun, radiating happiness. Looking at the photos made you smile, and you were glad to see that everyone seemed to have the same reaction as they took their time looking at each image.

You had Mapi giggling at something Ingrid had said, a candid taken after a Barça game. Ingrid was smiling back at her, like making her girlfriend laugh was the only thing she wanted to do for the rest of her life.

You had your Mami, sitting in the stands of one of Alexia’s games, looking on with pride all over her face. You had her pinching Alba’s cheek, a fond smile on her face as your sister said something that was, no doubt, ridiculous.

You had your aunts and your uncles around the dinner table, all laughing hysterically.

You had your friends at the beach, all lounging and staring out into the ocean, looking peaceful.

You had your best friend sitting in the driver's seat of her car, singing along passionately to her favorite song.

More than anyone else, though, you had your sisters.

Alexia preparing to take a penalty, determined. Celebrating with her teammates after a goal. Cheekily blowing a kiss to Olga in the stands. Smiling proudly at Vicki after an impressive goal. Proudly wearing the captain’s armband in front of a completely sold out stadium. Leaned against Olga on the couch after a movie night, out cold. She was completely peaceful, with Olga looking down at her adoringly.

You had Alba at the school where she taught. Candids of her face, when one of her students got the answer right, or made her laugh. With her dog, holding him up at the aquarium, eye level with one of the dolphins. You had her watching Alexia play, too, a grin on her face that you were sure she was unaware of. Your favorite of Alba was a photo you’d taken in your Mami’s kitchen, while she’d been baking. Alba was sneaking a taste of the cake batter, and you’d captured her mid-wink, giving the camera a smile while Eli’s back was turned to her.

They hadn’t seen any of these photos; you’d almost gone crazy not showing them, and not giving in to them when they begged to see.

You’d finally managed to break away from a crowd of your friends, having a moment to yourself, when you realized that you still hadn’t seen your sisters yet. Ale’s teammates were here. Some of Alba’s friends were here. The whole family was here. You checked your watch, a frown on your face, seeing that they were both already over a half hour late, which was unlike both of them. It was only when you saw Olga looking up at one of the photos she was pictured in, all by herself, that you really got a sinking feeling in your stomach. She was talking to Irene when you walked over and interrupted, gently pulling Olga away from the conversation.

“Where is Ale? Is she coming late?” You asked, confused by the sad look on Olga’s face.

“No, nena, I’m sorry. She didn’t want to see Alba, so she decided not to come. I tried to convince her to, but she didn’t listen.” Olga said delicately. You looked like you’d been hit across the face, honestly, and Olga wanted nothing more than to march home and drag Alexia over here, but she knew better to try to convince the blonde to do something she had decided she wouldn’t. “She said she texted you?”

You pulled your phone out, taking a deep breath when you saw almost identical texts from both of your sisters.

Can’t make it tonight. I’ll come see it another time. Good luck!

Sorry, hermanita, I can’t come tonight. Love you.

You had been so excited for them to see their pictures. There was a little note up on the wall, too, a statement thanking everyone for coming. In it, you mentioned being excited to allow your sisters to finally see the photos, as they’d been begging to for a while now. And they hadn’t come.

A wave of embarrassment washed over you, your cheeks flushing red. You were angry, too, but you blinked your tears back, looking up at Olga and trying to look more put together than you felt.

“No Alba either.” You said, your voice cracking slightly.

“Oh, nena, I am so sorry.” Olga whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. It was too soft, and too comforting. You pulled away rapidly, shaking your head.

“It’s fine. I don’t care.” You said, cutting the brunette off before she could say anything else. “I have to go talk to someone, thank you for coming, Olga.”

You rushed away from your sister’s girlfriend, focusing on taking deep breaths. You couldn’t be sad, not right now. So many people had come here to celebrate you and your work, and you weren’t going to ruin it. You could be upset later. It was almost excruciating, pretending that you weren’t upset that your sisters hadn't come, but you managed it. You kept up a pretty good façade for the rest of the evening, even when you saw Olga speaking in hushed voices to Irene and Mapi, even when everyone kept asking where Ale and Alba were. You held it together. Because you, unlike them, could pretend that nothing was wrong for the sake of others.

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Your mother knew you better than anyone. You should have been thrilled, ecstatic. Everything had gone so well. Your photos had been a hit, the owners of the gallery had been thrilled. She realized neither of her other daughters had shown up, but she assumed they had talked that through with you. She wasn’t sure what was wrong with you, but when you declined going out with some of your friends as the night came to an end, Eli knew something wasn’t right.

She had every intention of letting you come to her, but you weren’t talking. As everyone began to file out of the gallery, saying their final goodbyes, Eli overheard you tell your friends you were going to go home because you were tired. You didn't say a single word to her aside from telling her that you’d see her at home, before you practically fled the building, heading for your car. She didn’t couldn’t imagine what was wrong, never expecting her daughters to have done what they did. Eli didn’t even think of them being a possible reason as to why you were upset. Mapi pulled her aside, though, before she could go after you, an infuriated look on her face.

“Do you know what your daughters have done?” She asked quietly.

Eli frowned. “No. What have they done?”

Mapi shook her head. “They both bailed on tonight over text to pequeña. They are in some stupid fight that they’ve put her in the middle of, and they didn’t want to see each other, so they didn’t come.”

Suddenly, Eli was quite furious at her eldest daughters. There would be hell to pay, she’d make sure of it. How could they be so selfish, and ruin your night like this? You’d been almost beside yourself for weeks about this night, and she knew the people you wanted to impress most were your sisters. And they hadn’t come. Before she yelled at them, though, she needed to go home to you, because she was very sure that you weren’t okay. Your odd behavior made sense, now, and Eli’s heart ached at the thought of you driving all by yourself while you were so upset.

“I will deal with them.” Eli said quietly. “Thank you for telling me, María, and for coming. It meant a lot to her.”

Mapi smiled sympathetically. “Of course. Let me know if you need help kicking some Putellas ass.”

Eli chuckled. “I will.”

She set off to her car after that, ignoring Alexia’s numerous phone calls. Likely, Olga had arrived home and laid into her for not coming, and Alexia was looking to be let off the hook from her Mami that she hadn’t messed up that badly. Eli wouldn’t be doing that.

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You didn’t make it far into the house. In your new dress, one that was reminiscent of the dress Alexia had worn to win her first balon d’or, you’d collapsed onto the couch, harsh sobs ripping their way out of your chest. You cried until your makeup ran and your chest hurt. Until your Mami arrived home, rushing through the door, her heart breaking when she saw the state you were in. Eli was by your side instantly, pulling you into her arms. It was rare that a hug from your mother didn’t make you feel better, but this was the case today. You weren’t really sure that anything would help, but you still buried yourself into your Mami’s arms, wishing more than anything that she could fix this for you.

“They didn’t come, Mami,” you sobbed.

“I know, mija, I am so sorry.”

“Am I not more important than their stupid fight?” You asked, looking up at your mother with a devastated expression on your face. “I was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.”

Eli felt anger fill her at a level she’d never quite felt before. “I am proud of you, cariño, so proud of you. It’s all going to be okay, I promise. Everything is going to be fine.” She soothed, running her hand through your hair, shushing you softly. Her fury would have to wait, until you stopped crying. Eli would always put you first when you needed it, even if your sisters didn’t.

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It was late by the time you’d stopped crying and headed up to bed. With a soft goodnight to your Mami, you’d slumped upstairs, barely changing into your pajamas before you collapsed into your bed, absolutely exhausted. Being disappointed was tiring, apparently. And you were more disappointed than you’d ever been in your life.

Downstairs, Eli waited until she heard your door shut before she pulled her phone out, returning one of the 15 missed calls from her eldest daughter. Alexia picked up quickly, her voice dripping with guilt.

“Mami, I-”

“No. Do not try to explain yourself. You and Alba have done a terrible thing, Alexia. I am not sure how you will make it up to your sister, but you will. You will figure out how to fix it, you will apologize, you will mean it.”

“Sí, Mami.” Alexia said, her voice small like when she used to get scolded for kicking the football in the house or holding the tv remote high out of her sisters’ reach.

“I am so disappointed, Alexia. In you and Alba both.”

“I know, Mami.” Alexia replied, blinking hard to fight off her tears. “I’ll fix it, Al and I will fix it.”

“You will. Goodnight, Alexia. I love you.” Eli was furious, but she’d always say it, always make sure her daughters knew how loved they were.

“I love you too Mami,” the blonde choked out, feeling worse about this than she’d ever felt about anything in her entire life.

Eli called Alba next, who was significantly more clueless about the situation. Neither had known the other wasn’t going, but it was beyond your mother how either of her daughters could have underestimated how important to you this night was. Alba was in tears, like Alexia, by the end of the call, also promising her mother she’d fix it.

Eli knew the level of guilt Alexia and Alba must have been feeling at the moment, considering how protective they were of you. They never wanted you to be hurt, but you were. And they were the reason why. As she checked on you, ensuring you were asleep, she knew that her older daughters would go to the ends of the earth to make this up to you.

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Alba was sitting on her couch, willing herself to be the bigger person and pick up the phone to call Alexia, when she heard a knock at the door. The brunette knew who was there before she pulled it open, not flinching when her older sister was standing on her front porch.

Alexia had a drink carrier in one hand, and two bags in the other, giving Alba an unreadable look. “Can I come in?”

Alba nodded, stepping aside to let her sister in. The blonde headed for the living room, setting the coffees down, and grabbing hers out of the holder. Alba grabbed the other, noting that it was her favorite coffee, and her favorite breakfast pastry, from her favorite bakery. A bakery Alexia didn’t particularly like, but had clearly stopped at just for Alba.

It was a peace offering. One that Alba took, grabbing the coffee and the pastry, sitting on the couch next to her sister in a much less tense silence. They made up in the way only sister’s could, with no words necessary for either of them to know that the other was sorry for what had been said.

“We fucked up.” Alexia said after a minute, glancing at her sister.

“We really did.” Alba replied.

“We have to fix it.” Alexia declared.

“We really do.” Alba agreed.

“Are you going to keep agreeing with me, or are you going to come up with a solution here?”

“As the one who started the fight that led to us letting our sister down, I think it should be you who solves the problem, Alexia.” Alba retorted, a smirk on her face.

Her sister shook her head, shoving the brunette’s shoulder lightly. “You are supposed to be the smart one, hermana. Get thinking.”

“New car?”

“New house?”

“Can we buy her a country?”

They broke into laughter, the tension completely gone from the room, before they really got brainstorming. They were a good team when they weren’t fighting, and it wasn’t long before they’d come up with something that they hoped would make up for their horrible behavior.

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The minute you saw Alexia’s car pull into the driveway from your spot on the couch, you were standing up, prepared to flee the room. You’d known this would happen at some point today, but you weren’t ready to see them. You felt so humiliated and so neglected, you were sure that seeing them would have you in tears, and you didn’t really want to show that emotion in front of them. Not now, not when they were the reason you were so upset.

You knew how important family was to your mother, though, and you knew that if she told you to stay and talk to them, you would. Looking at her cautiously, you took in the wary expression on her face.

“Do you want to hear them out, mija?” Eli asked gently.

“No. I don’t want to see them right now. Please don’t make me.” You begged.

“I won’t make you do anything. Go upstairs, I’ll tell you when they’re gone.” Eli sighed, and with her permission, you practically sprinted up the stairs to your room, closing and locking the door behind you.

Your older sisters walked through the doors to the house like they were afraid of what awaited them inside, and it seems that they should have been. Eli stood from her chair, walking over to them, looking unimpressed at the large present in Alexia’s hands.

“Hola Mami,” Alba greeted softly. They both wanted to make this up to you, of course, but they also hated when their mother was mad at them.

“I do not think that buying her a present is going to fix this.” Eli said pointedly. Alexia and Alba exchanged nervous glances, relaxing slightly when Eli allowed them further into the house. “What is it?”

“It’s the new camera. The brand new canon model that she wanted, with all the extra lenses and storage and stuff.” Alexia said, feeling less and less confident about how she and Alba had chosen to go about this.

“And you think that is enough?” Eli asked bluntly.

“It’s a start.” Alba said, a bit defensively. “We know we messed up, Mami, and we missed the opening night but we can go see it today. Are you not being a little dramatic about this?”

Alexia shot her younger sister a look, knowing exactly how hurt you were, because Olga had returned home from the gallery and told her.

“You did not see her last night. When she realized you weren’t coming? She completely shut down. She talked to everyone she needed to, but I did not see her smile the rest of the night. She rushed out of the building just as the evening ended, and by the time I got home, she was sitting on the couch, sobbing. It was supposed to be her night, and you ruined it.” Eli snapped.

Alexia and Alba both looked appropriately ashamed, their heads dropping, gazes pointed at the floor in an almost identical fashion. They felt guilty, obviously, but Eli wasn’t quite sure they understood that it wasn’t just about them missing your event. It was so much more than that.

“She asked me why she is not more important to both of you than an argument. I do not want to spoil the gallery, but I do not think you understand how embarrassing it was for her to have countless photos of you two up on the wall, when you did not even come.”

Both her daughters’ heads snapped up at this. “Of us?” Alba asked. “The project was of us?”

“It was about her loved ones. You two were featured more than anyone else. She was so excited to see your reactions to the photos.” Eli continued, only making them feel worse.

“Please, Mami, I cannot hear anymore.” Alexia said softly, her heart aching at the thought of how upset you must be at the moment. Every detail that her mother added made it worse. She wasn’t sure she’d ever done anything like this to you before, and the thought that you might not forgive her was filling her with anxiety.

“No, you will hear all of it.” Eli said, shaking her head. “She said to me, ‘I was so excited for them to see, I just wanted them to be proud of me.’”

“We are proud of her, she has to know that.” Alba cut in desperately. Her mother just shook her head.

“She does not. Nothing she ever does feels very important to either of you, because it is always something you have done before. This was something that was her own, and she just wanted to share it with you. Everything your sister does is so that you two will be proud of her, and pay attention to her.”

At this, Alexia stood up from the couch, walking over to the window and putting her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook with silent cries, and neither her mother or her sister were very surprised at the emotional outburst. Alexia was always emotional when it came to you; she remembered the day you’d been born, every milestone in your life. You were your very tough sister’s soft spot.

“Do you think we can fix it?” Alba asked quietly, terrified of her mother’s answer.

With a deep sigh, Eli nodded her head. Alexia turned around hopefully, hanging on to Eli’s every word. “Your baby sister has always been more forgiving than both of you. She is hurt, but she will forgive you. She loves you both too much not to.”

Every word Eli said felt like a bullet to the chest to both of your sisters, something your mother was well aware of. She wasn’t going to sugar coat this. It was silent in the room for several minutes, every member of the family lost in thought. Alexia looked furious with herself, Alba looked like she was close to tears, and Eli just looked disappointed. She’d always trusted your sisters to take care of you when she couldn’t, but she wasn’t so sure she had that confidence in them anymore.

“I have an idea.” Alexia said finally, looking between her mother and her sister hesitantly. They both agreed to what she proposed, though, and it wasn’t long before Eli had pulled out some paper and pens for her daughters. They both sat on the floor around the coffee table and got writing. It was reminiscent of when they’d do their homework in the same spot years ago, sitting on the floor so they could play with you while they finished their assignments.

Now, though, you were painfully absent from the scene in front of your mother, and Eli could only hope that this would work.

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Alexia and Alba agreed that only one of them would go upstairs, give you the two pieces of paper, and let you be for the evening. Alexia was desperate to see you, while Alba wasn’t sure she could do so without crying, and she didn’t particularly want to put that on you at the moment. You hated seeing your sisters upset, and she didn’t want to inadvertently guilt you into forgiving her before you were ready. So, Alexia made her way upstairs, agreeing to Eli’s warnings to leave you alone if you wouldn’t let her in.

Her knock on your door was uncharacteristically gentle, and her voice was almost shaky as she announced herself.

“Nena? Can I come in for a minute?”

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door, feeling rather satisfied to see the guilt all over her face.

Alexia stepped into the room, looking so nervous and so unlike herself. She was fidgeting with two pieces of paper in her hands, barely able to bring herself to look you in the eye. “I am so sorry, hermanita. More sorry than I can put into words.” She didn't seem to know what else to say, and you rolled your eyes.

“Do you think that is enough?” You asked.

Alexia shook her head rapidly. “No, I know it isn’t. Alba and I are going to fix this, nena, I promise. Whatever we have to do, whatever it takes. We will make this up to you. There is nothing more important to us than you.”

Your eldest sister could tell you didn’t believe her, the way you looked away from her was a dead giveaway.

“I know you are upset, and that is okay. I just… can I give you a hug, nena? You can still be mad at me and everything. I’d just really like an hermanita hug.” Alexia said vulnerably, tears clouding her vision. She had underestimated how painful it would be to see you so upset with her, but her chest truly ached as she took in the betrayal and disappointment on your face. A few tears fell from her eyes, and it was this bit of emotion that had you nodding your head, stepping forward as Alexia wrapped her arms around you almost painfully tight.

It made you feel better, even though it probably shouldn’t have. Your sister’s hugs always felt warm and safe, and today was no exception. Even though she’d hurt you. It was still Alexia, and she was a hard person to stay mad at. Still, you pulled away before you wanted to, and the blonde cleared her throat, holding out the pieces of paper for you.

“From me and Alba. We will be downstairs, if you want to talk.” Your sister opened and closed her mouth a few times, before shaking her head, mustering a weak smile, and leaving the room. She shut the door behind her, something she never did, always insisting on leaving it open just to bother you.

You opened your sisters’ letters, not quite sure what you would be reading. You weren’t quite angry anymore, just sad. You were never one to hold a grudge, but you weren’t sure how they were going to be able to make this stop hurting.

You underestimate, however, how well your sisters knew you, and combined with the information they had from Eli, they knew just what to say. You read both the letters a few times, tears streaming down your face for what felt like the 12th time that day. This time, though, they were good tears.

Both letters were similar, but very… specific to each of your sisters.

Alexia’s was practically a bullet pointed list, in her messy, big handwriting. There was a mark on the page that looked suspiciously like a teardrop, and Alexia talked about her emotions in the letter the way she always did in real life; saying as little as possible, while still somehow saying a whole lot.

Alba’s was a real letter, paragraph after paragraph of neat writing, beautifully articulating what she wanted to say to you. It was always a bit surprising to remember how perceptive Alba was. She was a forgetful person, but not when it came to the things that mattered. This was clear in the letter, as she listed small details out that you hadn’t thought she’d noticed.

Both of the letters were an apology. An apology, and a deep dive into how proud of you Alexia and Alba were. They apologized for not making it clear, before going back to when you were a baby, and they watched you walk for the first time. Through the years, they had overlapping and different memories of things you’d done that made them swell with pride. There were things you remembered, and things you didn’t, but they made you feel special all the same. Alexia and Alba did pay attention, that much was clear. Even if they weren’t always the best at showing it, they paid attention to you.

It did more than a verbal apology could have ever done. It was something tangible, kind, warm and loving. It made you feel loved, and seen. It made you feel like you mattered. You weren’t Alexia, and you weren’t Alba, but you were you, and they felt that to be something much more special.

You tried to hold out a bit longer, you really did, but you were putting the letters down and rushing downstairs before you could really stop yourself.

You passed the kitchen on the way to the living room, where your Mami was preparing dinner, a small, relieved smile on her face. Wishing you had something funny and unbothered to say, you walked into the room, seeing your sisters sitting on the couch, looking pathetically distraught.

“Hola.” You said softly, feeling indescribably happy when both of their faces lit up at the sight of you, and you quickly crossed the room, wedging yourself in between them. They made room for you, as they always did, allowing you to fit easily into your spot squished with Alexia on one side, and Alba on the other.

They each wrapped an arm around you, and both tried to pull you in opposite directions. It was ironic, the way they used you to play a silly game of tug of war. This time, however, they stopped pulling when they realized neither of them would win. Instead, they both wrapped you into a very awkward and suffocating hug, arms wrapped around you from seemingly every direction.

“I love you, nena.” Alexia whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Alba did the same to your cheek. “I am so sorry, hermanita, and I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I know.” You said softly. “I forgive you.”

And if it had been either of them in your position, it would have taken a lot more. You were the forgiving sister, though, and you’d really just needed proof that your sisters thought that you were as important as you felt them to be.

When Eli came in the room a few minutes later, it was to see the three of you in a rather familiar position; you in the middle, each of your sisters holding on to as much of you as they could, completely content. They’d always like to hold you like that, starting when you were a baby. Alexia would carefully put you on the couch in between them, and put a movie on. They would take turns telling you all the important details your brain was far too small to comprehend, but you didn’t squirm, and you didn’t fuss. You would stay plopped right in between them, one of each of their fingers gripped tight in your hands.

It was a lot different now, because you were all bigger. It looked like an uncomfortable pile of limbs on the couch, but Eli knew you were all as comfortable as you’d ever get.

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Neither of your sisters seemed very willing to let you out of their sight anytime soon, which you were sure would grow annoying very fast. For now, though, you enjoyed the attention, especially when Alexia pushed the wrapped box that had been sitting on the table into your hands.

And, you’d already forgiven them before you’d seen the camera they’d bought you, one that you’d been desperately wanting for a while. If you hadn’t forgiven them, though, you would have now. You could be bought, and your sisters were well aware of it. As was your Mami. She rolled her eyes as you stared in awe at the camera, as Alexia and Alba looked on proudly, sharing a discreet fist bump. Personally, Eli thought you’d let them off kind of easy, but she shouldn’t have underestimated you. You were a youngest child, and you knew how to get what you wanted.

“Can we go see your photos after dinner?” Alba asked, not even getting a glance from you, your attention completely zeroed in on the camera in your hands.

“Nope.” You replied. Alexia and Alba looked uneasily at each other, and then at their Mami for guidance, before you spoke again. “Alexia, you are going to clean my room. And Alba, you are going to make me those cookies I like. We can go see the gallery tomorrow.”

Your face was smug, and your mother stifled a laugh as your sisters looked disgruntled at each other. Begrudgingly, though, they both nodded.

“Anything for the princess.” Alexia mumbled, and Alba snickered quietly.

“What was that?” You asked, turning your attention to your sisters. They looked at you in defiance, smirks on both of their faces, not willing to let you completely walk all over them, even if they deserved it.

“You heard me.” Alexia teased. “The baby princess always gets her way.”

“Really, Ale?” You asked calmly, before turning to Eli, your new camera briefly forgotten on the table in front of you. “Mami, do you have any plans in two weekends? I was thinking we could take a trip just the two of-”

Alexia cut you off by rather aggressively throwing herself at you, covering your mouth with her hand. “NO HERMANITA!” The blonde shouted. “Oh, gross, nena, really?” She groaned, pulling her hand away when you licked it. You smiled triumphantly, managing to push away from her a bit.

“You are not a princess, nena. Just a little baby.” Alba chimed in, reaching over from her chair to pinch your cheek in one hand. “Now keep quiet before you ruin the surprise and give Ale a stroke.”

Your mother shook her head, taking pity on her eldest daughter, who looked prepared to explode at the thought of the surprise being ruined. “Do you think I do not know you were planning a trip for the four of us, Alexia? Honey, you asked me several times if I was free that weekend, and reminded me not to make any plans then either. You also asked me for hotel recommendations, and pretended it was for you and Olga. You are a bad liar, mija. I have known for weeks.” Eli laughed.

Alexia frowned, shoving you and Alba both away from her as you both collapsed into giggles, despite the fact that this was entirely her fault, and you and Alba were blameless. She knew there was teasing coming her way, but the smile on your face was well worth it. Order had been restored, and both of your sisters had made promises to themselves, and to each other, to not let their arguments hurt you anymore. You were just happy to have them both there, at home. All four of you together, how it was supposed to be.

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it will really always be funny to me that my sister and i do not say the words "i'm sorry" to each other. like we'd both rather die than apologize. she could hit me with her car and i wouldn't want her to apologize because... ew. anyway sometimes having a sister is cool and sometimes its not but i love mine.

everyone applaud me for not splitting this into two parts. seriously i am astounded at myself right now.

hope you all like it :) give me all your thoughts.

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jadeysjasmine · 3 days

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the one where the kids go bowling II barça femeni

part of the 'pollito' universe, stuck tiny silver flash the one where the kids go bowling II barça femeni

"-and you will message me once you finish up and get to jana's, sí?" you pushed off alexia's hands which fixed your necklace so the clasp wasn't showing with a huff.

"sí ale! por favor can i go now?" you groaned, hovering by the door with an overnight bag in hand feeling like a little kid going to a sleepover as alexia fussed over you.

it was jana's birthday and she'd invited a few of the younger girls to go bowling and out to dinner, offering for you to spend the night at hers with bruna and ona which you'd happily accepted.

with all of the girls backing you up and promising to keep an eye out for you and vicky, the captains had no choice but to agree though you knew you largely had patri to thank for that who shockingly had been the voice of reason in the scenario.

"sí, enjoy yourself but do not do anything i wouldn't do nena!" the older girl warned as you heard olga snicker from the sofa and you leaned around alexia to shoot her a grin which she returned with a wink, mouthing for you to have fun.

"don't listen to her! bad influence." alexia tutted ushering you out the door and glaring playfully at her girlfriend over her shoulder who blew her a kiss and turned back to typing away at her laptop perched on her knees.

"alexia!" you whined as she grabbed the back of your jacket to stop you racing off, following after you to bruna's car who paled at the sight of her captain gesturing for her to roll down the window which she did.

you managed to tug yourself free of the catalans iron grip, slipping into the backseat beside ona. "hola alexia." bruna swallowed nervously as the corner of the older girls mouth tugged upward a little in amusement.

"feliz cumpleaños superestrella!" bruna sighed in relief and loosened her grip on the steering wheel as alexia's stern facade melted and she gave jana a dazzling grin where she sat in the passenger seat.

"gracias ale." jana returned the grin gratefully. "no invite for me to come bowling? the disrespect for your captain chica's." alexia tutted, pushing away from the car with a wink.

"no abuela's allowed!" you called from the back with a grin, smacking bruna on the shoulder and ordering her to drive as alexia shot you a glare and opened her mouth to respond, bruna pulling out quickly from the curb before she could do.

"if she makes us run extra laps for your mouth pollito i'm gonna kill you!"

"hola mis chicas!" you launched yourself into the middle of the small group of girls who'd already arrived and were sat in the booth by your designated lane, groans of pain greeting you where you'd landed on them, shoved to the side as ona bonked you on the head with your bowling shoes and handed them over.

you let out a yell as no sooner did you bend down to lace them up a body slammed into you nearly taking you off the bright blue leather lounge entirely.

"lópez!" you shoved her back, the two of you wrestling around for a moment before salma stepped in to break it up and sent vicky off for her turn.

"you know you are supposed to knock the pins over bru, sí?" you teased as the girl bowled a zero and stomped back to the lounges with a scowl.

"sí its not like golf bruna, lowest score loses not wins!" jana added on sitting down beside you with a smirk as bruna flipped you both off and sat down herself with a huff.

you all cheered as vicky bowled a strike, taking a photo for your social media and squealing as janas hand moved to brush the back of your neck as she set something down behind you.

"why is your hand so cold! dios mío." you cringed at the icy tips of her fingers as jana laughed and prodded at you. "this is yours." jana tapped one of the bright red slushees she'd put down and poked your cheek before getting up to take her turn.

what she failed to mention was the utter importance that you drank only the slushee which was yours.

but too busy laughing at your friends woeful attempts at bowling you grabbed jana's without realising, frowning a little at the odd taste but unsure what flavour it really was you paid it no mind, sticking your bright red tongue out at vicky who giggled and did the same.

vicky was also too busy laughing at ona who routinely bowled gutter ball after gutter ball and swore so much that a mother on the lane over came and gave her a talking to about family friendly language, the older girl going bright red and stammering out an apology.

what your friends failed to mention was why it was so important the two of you drank the slushees that were given to you, and that was that on a perhaps poorly minded decision the older girls had snuck in a flask of vodka and spiked their slushees.

not enough to get them drunk of course just...a little pleasantly buzzed.

but with you and vicky having little to no experiences drinking, the small amount of alcohol had gone right to your heads though neither of you had tweaked the reality of your situation just yet.

which is why you weren't sure what was so funny as you stood to take your turn to bowl, or why your fingertips suddenly felt weird and your legs a little tingly, or why you couldn't work out which lane you were supposed to bowl in given you had to squint to narrow it down from three to one.

"apresúrate pequeña we have dinner reservations at eight!" jana groaned impatiently, tapping her foot with a roll of her eyes as you closed one of yours to try and stop the lanes from moving.

giving it your best go you wound up and let go of the ball, tripping over your own feet and crashing to the ground with a thump as the ball sailed up and over the gutters, landing in the lane of the group beside you who jumped in shock.

you felt hands on your body trying to help you up an voices muffled like your head was underwater but their faces were a blur and all you could do was giggle, poking at the weird blobs in front of you as a warmth spread through your body and you let out a loud and sudden peal of laughter.

"is she..." salma trailed off with wide eyes at bruna who was on your other side helping you up. "no. she can't be? hers and vickys didn't have anything in them, we made sure." bruna denied with a firm shake of her head though as vicky fell off the edge of the lounge with a giggle her certainty faded.

"what is wrong with them?" esme asked worriedly, helping vicky up as you were sat back down and went limp, closing your eyes and giggling to yourself at nothing, enjoying the feeling of the warmth sitting comfortably now in your rosy red cheeks.

with the other girls distracted arguing over who spiked what you sat up and grabbed your slushee, downing the last few mouthfuls as your elbow brushed jana's side and she turned.

"aye pollito no!" the birthday girl groaned snatching the now empty cup from your hand, vicky already having finished her own as she tried to stand up to take her turn and promptly fell right back down nearly into emse's lap.

"sniff that bruna. idiota i told you this was a bad idea!" jana seethed smacking the younger girl across the back of the head and shoving your empty slushee cup in her face which indeed smelled like vodka, esme doing the same to vickys which was the same story.

"me? this was your idea amiga its your birthday!" bruna scoffed as the two began to bicker, ona trying her best to break it up as you took the opportunity of them being distracted to sneak off, suddenly having an overwhelming urge to run away.

knocking your knee against vickys she shared your grin, the two of you dropping to your knees and crawling away to the booth beside your own lane, grabbing one anothers hands with a giggle and racing off.

"hey vuelve aquí!" salma noticed the back of your heads race off and yelled out, yanking the others up as ona stayed back to reset the lanes so you could all leave.

you and vicky didn't make it far, tripping over your own feet and grabbing out for her to steady you, instead accidentally pulling her down to the ground with you as the two of you collapsed into a pile of giggles and hiccups.

bruna apologizing quickly to the staff who wandered over to check everything was okay jana and esme hauled you up as salma grabbed vicky, ona joining her as the group made their way out of the bowling alley.

"mierda i don't feel good." vicky mumbled and salma barely turned before the younger girl threw up the entire contents of her stomach onto the asphalt, bright red bile pouring from her mouth as everyone cringed and you took the brief moment to again run off.

"chica no!" jana moaned in annoyance dragging her hands down her face, her and bruna racing off after you as the others hung back to look after vicky.

"can't catch me chica's!" you sang out with a wild grin, racing between parked cars and ducking and weaving your way to escape the two older girls chasing you down.

"i don't think we're making that dinner reservation amiga." bruna doubled over trying to catch her breath as jana just missed you, groaning tiredly as you took off again with a joyous whoop but then suddenly you stopped, careering over and vomiting up your own bright red bile making them wince in disgust.

"we need back up, now."

when mapi had seen jana's name and number flash on her screen she'd frowned, assuming it was just an accidental call and letting it ring out, returning to the crossword on the table in front of her.

but when it rang again curiosity got the better of her and she clicked accept and tucked it into her shoulder. "hola jana? está todo bien?" mapi had questioned with a frown.

"vale vale slow down chica, she is what?" ingrid looked up at this, sitting up from where she'd been sprawled out across their lounge reading a book, sending her girlfriend a curious look whose frown deepend.

"vale. have you called alexia? oh, i see. sí message me the address and i will leave now amiga, get them some water, small sips." mapi sighed, sending ingrid an odd look as the norwegian snapped her book shut and pushed up to her feet as mapi uttered a few more words and hung up the phone. "whats wrong amor?" ingrid asked as mapi tucked her phone into her pocket with a sigh.

"believe me mi vida, you do not want to know."

jana could have cried in relief when she saw mapi's car pull up, the girl parking and making her way over as bruna rubbed your back and vicky was slumped into salma mumbling nonsense with a giggle every now and then, both of you having spent the last ten minutes voilently throwing up until there was nothing at all left in your stomachs.

"what happened?" the older girl sighed at the sight in front of her, wincing as all of the girls launched off with their own recall of events. "mi dios chicas, one at a time! bruna, go." mapi rubbed her temples and waved as everyone fell silent bar yours and vickys giggles.

"we didn't mean to mapi, promesa. we just wanted to have a little fun and we only put the alcohol in our drinks. but they got mixed up and they both ended up drinking the spiked ones and now they're drunk." bruna winced at the dissapointed sigh that came from the defender stood in front of her.

"i will take pollito home and she will stay with ingrid and i. who is looking after vicky? should i call patri?" mapi asked with a raised eyebrow as a chorus of no's rang out, nobody wanting to involve any of the captains.

"she will stay with me, esme is too." salma confirmed as mapi nodded, wincing as the girl in question lurched forward and threw up again. "you might want to take a bag in the car with you." the older girl suggested pulling a face as everyone got to their feet.

"vamos pequeña, up we get!" mapi grunted grabbing your hands and pulling you to stand as you giggled and your legs gave out, jana steadying you on your other side as she and bruna helped walk you to mapi's car.

"we really are sorry mapi, it was a complete accident." bruna blushed bright red as you were buckled into the back seat and mapi slid into the drivers seat and lowered her window.

"you did the right thing by calling me amiga's. but this stays between all of us, nobody else in the team will ever never know this happened or i was here. vale?" mapi warned sternly as both younger girls nodded hastily making the defender soften and chuckle a little.

"feliz cumpleaños jana, i do not think this is a birthday you will forget anytime soon mi amiga."

"oh dios mío pequeña, stay still!" mapi groaned, grabbing the collar of your shirt as you tried to race off again, the car ride seemingly recharging your battery as you were giggling and babbling nonsense the entire elevator ride up.

hearing her voice on the other side of the door ingrid hurried to pull it open as mapi wrestled to get her keys from your grip where you'd snatched them.

"liten!" ingrid gasped as mapi pushed you inside her apartment and you tripped over your own feet tumbling to the floor and sprawling out on the hardwood giggling to yourself.

"is she-" ingrid realised offering you a hand up which you battered away as you rambled something inaudible in spanish and covered your face with your hands, body shaking with laughter.

"drunk? sí." mapi sighed watching you with a shake of her head before catching ingrid up on the nights events which had lead up to this. "alexia is going to flip." ingrid whistled knowingly, mapi cursing as your leg lashed out to kick her in the shin and you laughed.

"el diablo." the defender huffed, ingrid gently pushing her back as she went to advance on you, your usual love language which would have meant mapi kicking you back hardly appropriate right now.

"alexia will not know, i already messaged her from pollitos phone saying she arrived to jana's. she is a good kid, this is the first time anything like this has happened and really it was an accident." mapi sighed, a small smile curling onto her lips as you spotted bagheera wandering out of the bedroom and gasped crawling across to him on your elbows.

"maríaaa!" you sang out suddenly breaking the two older girls out of their conversation. "sí pequeña?" mapi sighed with a smile of amusement, shaking her head at the way bagheera had settled himself on your chest.

"i'm hungry make me food." you demanded, giggling at nothing as your fingers felt tingly and you ran them through bagheeras soft fur. "what have you eaten today kjære?" ingrid interrupted before mapi could.

"i made avocado toast and eggs this morning but we-oh we were supposed to go to dinner! its janas birthday!" you clapped excitedly and sat up, scaring bagheera who jumped about a foot in the air and scurried off back to the bedroom.

"they'll be picking me up soon-oh mierda!" you swore as you tried to stand and the room span, sending you tumbling right back down onto your ass with a groan of pain followed by a fit of laughter.

"vamos estúpido, we need you in one piece por favor." mapi chuckled moving to help you up, slinging your arm over her shoulder and maneuvering you to lay down on the sofa as ingrid started to make you some toast.

"maps...the room is spinning make it stop!" you whined covering your face as the defender patted you on the head with a smile. "sí pollito, you are drunk. remember this feeling the next time someone ever offers you a drink!" mapi chuckled and you let out a deep sigh, removing your hands and rubbing your eyes furiously.

"i'm not drunk!" you scoffed once the room stopped spinning, wiggling your toes which felt all tingly and electric. "sí mi amiga you are, do you remember the red drink from bowling?" mapi asked gently and you looked at her like she had three heads.

"i haven't been bowling! i tried to go and you manhandled me onto the lounge and now my legs won't work. are they broken?" you began to panic as the pins and needles spread and your eyes widened.

"no idiota, they're not broken." mapi laughed, moving to massage your knees as you sighed in relief and ingrid chuckled from the kitchen.

"maría." you started as mapi hummed still massaging some feeling back into your tingly legs. "i love you, so much." you sobbed out, mapi's head whipping sideways in shock as you started to cry.

"i know we fight and mess around but you're like a big sister to me and i love you so much!" you sobbed out, sitting up and throwing your arms around her neck as the defender bit down on her lip to stop from laughing, rubbing at your back.

"i think we've moved through the stages. from giggling, throwing up, running away, falling over to sappy mess." mapi spoke to ingrid as you cried into her shoulder and the norweigan set down a plate of toast on the coffee table.

"ingrid!" you sobbed letting go of mapi and opening your arms as the brunette stifled a laugh herself and allowed you to wrap her in a tight hug. "i love you both so-oh toast!" you spotted the plate behind their backs and wiggled free reaching out for it.

"imbécil." mapi mumbled with a chuckle as you munched away happily, eyes beginning to droop with each minute that passed as your giggles returned, both girls sitting beside you on the lounge as ingrid clicked the tv on.

"so...vamos whose dropping me to bowling?"

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jadeysjasmine · 4 days

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i did not convince her I just said it could be the plague😭

I’m sick and as if i wasn anxious enough, @jadeysjasmine has convinced me it’s the plague 😭 Kinda wanna book a flight to Glasgow just to give it to her then

omg that is evil as fuck, you should definitely go to glasgow and like meet her there and give her a hug so she gets it, that'll show her!!! 🤷‍♀️💀

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jadeysjasmine · 5 days

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fanfic readers need to try the 'treat writers like theyre people and not robots' challange because how fucking difficult is it to be decent? especially to someone who's art you take in and appreciate (or even if you dont)????

every day I get on this app and see some of yall treat writers like complete shit as if it doesnt take a huge mental load to write stories along with everything going on in real life? youre literally ruining it for yourself and others AND the writers

dear god

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jadeysjasmine · 5 days

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both of the photos of Aitana from that one press conference kill me. the juxtaposition of annoyance and exuberance. I laugh every time I see them.

work? not work?

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jadeysjasmine · 7 days

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Don’t Blame Me

After a bad game, Alexia lets her anger get the best of her and blames you for it

you guys wanted angst - here’s angst

You wince internally when Alexia whacks the grass with her hand, the shot she just missed could have been the equaliser Barça had been desperate to get. You can practically see her scolding herself by the way she briefly closes her eyes and pinches her nose, the whistle from the ref announcing the end of the game. Barça lost.

You know how Alexia gets after these games, it’s always one out of two things. She’ll either ask you if she can take you apart and get the frustration out until she feels better, or she’ll want you to join her for a nice relaxing bath and be held by you so she can soak in the comfort you provide. With how important this game was and how pissed off but especially disappointed Alexia seems, you’re pretty sure it will be option number two today.

You’re used to Alexia being quiet on the way home, silent as she ponders the game and thinks about how they all - and specifically she - could have improved. You let her, having long gotten used to her normal routine after a rough match.

The first time you notice something is different - is wrong, is when you both get out of the car and walk towards the house and she almost slams the front door into your face with how quick she enters and moves to shut it again. She’s careless as she slips her shoes off and kicks them to the side, steps hurried as she just leaves her bag where it is and goes to the bedroom. You’re a bit confused for a moment at the sudden anger after she had just looked deflated a few minutes ago and decide to simply unload the bag for now, hoping she’ll have calmed down a notch once you’re done.

After starting the washing machine with her kit and some other things that need to be washed, you grab her electrolytes drink from the kitchen and move towards the bedroom. You make sure to knock, unsure if she might want to be alone for a moment. She doesn’t answer so you go inside, Alexia huddled underneath her blanket with her head barely even sticking out.

“Ale?”

She doesn’t react when you call out, blank stare fixed on the wall as she’s probably recounting the mistake she has made earlier.

“I brought you your drink. You should re- hydrate.”

Still no reaction so you put it on the nightstand and reach out to her, intending on gently moving some of the blonde hair strands out of her face. Her hand suddenly shooting out from underneath the blanket and whacking yours away stops you as you realise that Alexia is in a mood you’ve never really seen before. Even when she gets mad at something she’s usually quite reserved, cussing and gesturing wildly for a moment but then it’s out and she’s fine and ready to accept your comfort. Apparently this isn’t the case for now with how harsh her next words are:

“Just leave.”

You’re honestly a bit miffed by how rudely she said it but bite your tongue, Alexia is certainly not in the mood for any criticism and you know how snappy she can get after a game. Normally not towards you and you’re not happy with her starting that now, though you push that thought to the side.

For your girlfriend, football is everything. It’s the reason she wakes up and eats healthy and exercises and takes care of herself and you know how much pride she takes in being part of Barça and also getting to play for the national team of Spain. So a loss will always hit her hard, specifically because she always feels as if she could have done better.

You’re so certain that this is what’s upsetting her, that you try again to comfort her a bit.

“You still have a second chance to win, it’s not over yet. And it wasn’t your fault, the game just-“

“It wasn’t my fault?” Alexia almost rips the blanket off of her with how fast she gets up, pacing the room now before she angrily whirls towards you again.

“Of course it was my fucking fault, I missed the shot that would have made it 1:1 and given us a chance to end the game in a draw at least.”

You try to reach out, want to comfort her with your touch like you so often do but Alexia steps back and instead raises her arm to point an accusing finger at you.

“I would have been better if you had not distracted me this entire time.”

You’re genuinely confused for a moment, not understanding where the sudden anger is coming from, specifically the anger at you.

“What?”

“If you hadn’t constantly kept me here for longer than necessary every morning, then I would have continued my routine and gone to training early so I can practice my shots on goal.” There’s an intensity in her eyes as she musters the you, the almost disgust she seems to have for you clearly visible. “And now look, I let myself be dragged down by you and this is what happens.”

She scoffs, uncrossing her arms as she moves across the room to the bedroom door, almost seemingly hurrying away from you and you barely hear the last words thrown your way.

“Fucking bullshit all of this.”

You realise quickly that she’s about to go, following her towards the front door where she’s angrily muttering to herself in rapid Spanish while pulling her shoes on before she grabs her keys. The sight of her taking her car keys is enough to make you want to try one last time to solve this without her going, your chest already constricting uncomfortably with the stress at her clear anger with you.

“Please don’t go, can we just talk about this? It’s just one game, you can catc-“

She scoffs again, a frosty look in her eyes as she musters you.

“To you it’s just a game. To me it’s everything. You might be happy not having any aspirations in life beyond going to work and going back home, sitting around on your couch all day. I don’t. I have a responsibility to my other teammates and to the fans and I let all of them down today, simply because you were being so needy. If you hadn’t constantly distracted me and kept my mind somewhere else then I would have been better prepared and we would have beaten them today.”

She shakes her head, covering her eyes with one hand for a moment and the next words are enough to make any protest die on your tongue:

“I should have never gotten together with you.”

With that, she’s gone. The sound of the door slamming shut behind her seems to echo for a moment as you can’t hear anything but your laboured breath and racing heart. Did she just break up with you? Would she even come back? She took her keys, if she’s driving with her car then she might just sleep over at her sister’s house, preparing for the breakup. Or maybe just trying to finally get away from you.

Your legs almost feel mechanic as you move towards the window which is facing towards the front of the house so you can check, over a minute having already passed. Alexia’s car is indeed gone.

Usually when she needs a moment during a fight she assures you that she’ll be right back, that she just has to take a breath for a second. And she’ll only ever go by foot, telling you to call her if you need anything.

She didn’t do any of that today, simply leaving and also using her car to drive. Probably so she can get more distance between you two.

It takes almost another minute of staring at the empty spot where her car usually parks until you realise the whole situation, your brain finally catching up with the ugly words she had thrown at your head.

She blames you. The whole time you had thought she was just struggling with the stress of the game and feeling responsible and that’s why she was so short with you, but no. She just blames you for it.

Your feet are beginning to get cold with how long you’ve been standing motionless in the hallway and only once the tears start to blur your vision do you finally realise that she probably had just broken up with you. Why else would she leave like that, specifically after she had said that she regrets ever getting into this relationship with you.

Since this is Alexia’s house anyway and you’re not officially moved in you know that it’s probably inappropriate for you to stay here any longer. You just have some things of yours scattered here anyway since you two love spending time together every opportunity you get. Or at least you had thought so.

Your thoughts are circling around her words while you start to walk from room to room and grab your stuff. Your toothbrush in the bathroom along with your shampoo, conditioner and shower gel and some skincare, then your charger and your headphones on the living room table. You also get the very few clothes you left at her house, usually preferring to put her stuff on anyway.

Meanwhile you go through every moment these past weeks you two had spent with each other. Had you really stopped her from training? You had never told her to stay in bed or attempted to keep her in any other way. Sure you might have cuddled up to her when she was about to leave but that wasn’t really a conscious choice since you were still mostly asleep during that. And she also could have easily pushed you off if she had really wanted to go. Right?

You also hadn’t stopped her from watching the matches of opponents over and over. Most nights were filled with sitting on the sofa in her arms while she occasionally scribbled something onto the paper. You had never really done anything to keep her from doing that, even though you would have liked to spend some more time together where she wasn’t busy with football.

All in all you wouldn’t say that you had ever been the huge issue and had stood in her way of achieving her goals - but Alexia apparently thought so and that stung. Maybe she had already felt it for quite a while and now the truth had finally slipped out, a thought that made you even sadder. Had she just been annoyed with you this entire time and had hoped that you might go home so she doesn’t have to deal with you?

Whatever it was, she had made pretty clear that you weren’t welcome here anymore, so - eyes still awfully blurry and one shoulder hurting a bit from the weight of all of your things in your handbag - you took the necklace with the little A off of you and placed it onto the kitchen table.

Alexia had gotten it for you only a few weeks after you two had started dating. That had been months ago now and you had never, not once, taken it off. The happy smile on your girlfriend’s face whenever she saw you wearing had been priceless.

You tried not to look around too much while putting on your shoes, not wanting to make yourself even sadder by finalising that this would probably be the last time you had entered her home and apparently also the last time you had seen Alexia.

You only hesitated for a moment before opening the door, stepping through. And with a heavy heart but certain that she would prefer if you were gone, you closed it behind you again, walking back towards your own home.

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jadeysjasmine · 7 days

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are you ready to watch Chelsea lose today? 😇

just want a reality where they can both win😞 but always happy when pookie scores 🥰

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jadeysjasmine · 8 days

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ingrid what are you DOING to me

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jadeysjasmine · 9 days

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Rush Pt. 6 | Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: No summaries, we die like lesbians.

Tags: Polyamory, group sex, voyeurism, fingering, teasing, dom/sub undertones, anal sex, strap sex, face-fucking, cunnilingus, degradation

A/N: Thanks to my sweet angel beans @wileys-russo and @acornsquish <3 I'm so nervous about this. Please be kind.

Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here Read Part Four here Read Part Five here

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"Good," She breathed, pressing her cock inside and grinning at your sharp gasp. "I want her to see this."

Jenni rolled her hips slowly, pressing her hands into the mattress by your waist. By the fifth gentle thrust, you were thinking back. Her hair was darker now, onyx black versus the brown she used to sport. Her left arm was littered with tiny tattoos where you used to stroke bare skin.

Still, when she leaned in to kiss you it felt the same.

You could feel her smile against your lips, her infectious grin limiting just how filthy she could make it. Honestly, if it wasn’t for Leila’s hands squeezing your breasts, you probably would have made it through.

As it were, you broke the kiss to tip your head back against her legs with a breathy moan. Jenni was quick to latch on to your neck, working her way down until she could see how Leila played with you. Her hands cradled your tits, thumbs brushing back and forth over sensitive nipples.

She was all too happy to abandon one, letting Jenni kiss at the soft skin and wrap her lips around your nipple. The striker's hips didn’t stop moving when she swirled her tongue around it, when her teeth teased, nor when she sucked.

“Fuck!” You breathed, tightening around her cock.

Leila’s spare hand moved up. She pushed your hair back, stroking stray strands behind your ears and smoothing over your forehead with her thumb. “Doesn’t she fuck you well, bebé?”

You looked up, meeting Leila’s dark eyes as Jenni sent shivers down your spine. “Uh huh.”

“You’re beautiful. So pretty taking her.” Leila cradled your cheek as Jenni pulled back, pinching at your wet nipple just to hear you gasp.

Jenni grinned down at you, settling on her knees and quickening her pace just a fraction.

You smiled right back, twisting your head to kiss at Leila’s palm. Her thumb tapped your bottom lip, dragging at it as you looked up at her. “Want something in here?”

Rolling your hips against Jenni’s measured thrusts, you were acutely aware of the other set of eyes on you. You knew the sharpness you’d see if you just glanced towards her. The way she’d be watching so closely.

The power of it was heady.

Your grin stretched as you let out a pleasured sighed and nodded up at Leila.

Her thumb toyed with your bottom lip until your tongue snaked out to lick at it. She always let you set the pace, holding still while you kissed the tip before taking it between your lips.

Jenni’s satisfied groan was punctuated by her fingers teasing at your clit again, gentle circles in tandem with her thrusts.

You squirmed, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her deeper as you sucked Leila’s thumb down to her palm. Her gaze stayed on your hollowed cheeks, bright smile making the sides of her eyes crinkle.

“Fuck, yes,” Jenni growled, speeding up her fingers until you moaned around Leila’s. “Good girl, letting us fill up your holes.”

Leila hummed, watching you suck up and down while her other hand cupped your breast. “The most perfect little slut, aren’t you?” Her fingertips pinched the peak of your nipple until you squirmed. “You like that?”

You nodded, glancing down as Jenni pressed your thighs up until you were spread out for her. “You feel so good on my cock, cari.”

“When Jenni’s done with your pussy, maybe we can show them just how much of a slut you really are,” Leila teased.

Jenni grinned, “How?”

“Yeah, bebé. How?” Leila pulled her thumb from your mouth with a wet pop, spreading the wetness over your lips before humming expectantly.

You giggled, pecking at her fingers, then her hand. All the while your hips rocked against Jenni’s as she filled you over and over.

“No?” Leila purred, stroking along your neck to knead at your shoulders. Her touch was addictive. “So you don’t want them to see how hard you come when I fuck your ass?”

Your cheeks heated as your core clenched tight around the toy, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Leila grinned down, letting her hands caress your arms before cradling your face. “Gonna let me inside your tight little hole? Show them who owns it after they’ve both had a turn in your pussy?”

You whined, both at the thought and at the pleasure Jenni gave.

Leila slipped her thumb back between your lips, swearing quietly as you sucked her down. “Does that sound good, bebé? I’ll make sure all your pretty holes get used tonight.”

Jenni settled in your cunt, her fingers on your clit keeping you dancing the line of pleasure.

With a disgruntled noise, you pulled off of Leila’s finger, looking up at the striker.

“Do it. I want to watch now.” Jenni looked over to Leila.

“I’ll need a strap.”

“Alexia, get her a strap.”

There was quiet, just the gentle sighs you let out and the shift as you worked your hips against Jenni’s hand. You turned your head at the same time as she did.

Alexia’s piercing glare was unfairly attractive when she met Jenni’s head on.

“Alexia. Get her a strap. Now.” Jenni repeat, with just the slightest hint of a threat. Her fingers rubbing over your clit made you keen softly.

The captain’s eyes flickered to you. You’d seen that look before, the strength of her backbone when she followed refs around the pitch and argued her case in vibrant Spanglish. “I was still, no? My hands did not move.”

“They didn’t,” Jenni agreed, “so now you can put them to good use and get her a strap.”

Alexia’s brow furrowed, “I was good.”

“Be good again.”

“No! Tu diji-” “Alexia, move.” Jenni hissed, hardening her tone.

Alexia's nostrils flared as her neck jutted. "Eso es-"

"If the next word out of your mouth is in Spanish, you won't touch either of them for the rest of the night."

Alexia rolled her eyes, and you briefly wondered if she had no sense of self-preservation at all. Jenni's cool glare was rivalled only by her own.

It took a long beat of stillness before Alexia shifted. She shuffled, sliding off the bed and over to the suitcase while keeping her pouting aimed at Jenni.

The striker, on the other hand, turned her attention back to you, pulling out slowly. You let out a shuddery breath, squirming a little as the pleasure that had built up bled away.

Jenni leaned down quickly to peck at your lips. “Shh. I’ll make you come after. Put on a good show with Leila for me, sí?”

“Sí,” You smiled back, stroking along the leanness of her torso before she slipped out from between your legs.

Leila pulled your attention with a soft hand tracing your face. “Up bebé.” With a little effort through tired muscles, you sat up and quickly turned around.

She made herself comfortable before letting you slot in beside her, face to face with a pillow under your ear. You reached for her instantly, feeling the tan skin of her neck, her shoulder, her side.

“Hey,” Leila grinned, leaning in to peck your lips sweetly.

“Hi,” You breathed back.

There was no thought to kissing Leila. She was familiar. You met each other pass for pass, hands wandering aimlessly.

The shift was a natural progression. One minute you were sucking along her bottom lip, the next your front was tight against hers. Your legs tangled, entwining until you could press your thigh between her own.

Leila let out the most dizzying groan, cradling your face at the first slow grind of her hips. She was hot and slick, sliding smoothly across your tense muscle.

You could hear Alexia and Jenni’s quiet mutterings, but paid them little mind when Leila pulled back. Her eyes scrunched as the smile spread across her face. She was so pretty up close.

Her hand trailed along your side and down to the curve of your back. She held you tight, keening at the flex of your thigh between hers.

One more peck, then Leila glanced over your shoulder. You watched her happy gaze turn hungry before curiosity got the better of you.

Jenni stood, Alexia knelt, the captain’s head cradled in the striker’s hands, working hollow cheeks up and down the strap. The strap that had just been inside you.

If it were possible, Leila pulled you even closer. Her lips pressed against your jaw before she whispered, “She just can’t get enough of you, can she?”

Part of you didn’t want to look away, but in that moment, the way Leila was grinding herself against you was far more important.

You turned back, holding her a little more firmly against your leg.

After letting out her token loud moan, she breathed a private thing for just the two of you; “You’re so hot with them, bebé. I love watching you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.” Leila grinned mischievously, “Jenni asked for a show, no?”

“You getting off on my thigh isn’t enough?”

“It’s good, but I thought maybe something else...” Leila’s eyes flickered over your shoulder before she leaned in conspiratorially. “It’s sexy when she’s jealous.”

Nodding, you brushed your nose against hers and tried to ignore the wet noises from across the room. “You’re mean.”

“Not to you.” Leila’s hand shifted, squeezing at your ass before curving towards the inside of your thigh.

“Lei,” You sighed as her fingers nudged up against your cunt.

“Can you take more?”

You were aching for more since Jenni had left you high and dry.

“Where do you want me?” Leila grunted playfully, though you both knew where it was headed. Her fingers swiped through your wetness before pushing up against your second hole. “Here?”

You squirmed, burrowing your head down into her neck and opening your legs a fraction to give her better access. “Want to let me stretch out your ass until it can take my cock?”

Humming, you pressed quick kisses against her skin.

“You sure?”

That time you nodded, grateful for her ever-cautious approach even after months of doing more or less whatever she wanted to your body.

“Want them to see.” You murmured.

“Sí, of course you do, you’re perfect. So perfect for me.” Leila’s wet fingers pressed teasingly at your rim. “Up. On your knees.”

You immediately missed her heat when you pulled your thigh from between her legs. The few seconds it took for you to press up to all-fours were ample time to take in the way Jenni fucked her girlfriend’s face. Her hand was fisted in Alexia’s hair, holding her still while her hips thrust the toy into her mouth.

Jenni glanced up at your movement, meeting your eye with an unfairly attractive grunt.

You could feel Leila shifting her weight behind you. She palmed the soft skin of your ass a few times before spreading it. The sound which left your mouth when she pressed her tongue against your asshole was bordering on humiliating. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching at the way she teased your rim.

“You’ve been trying new things, zorrita.” Jenni chuckled from across the room, her smirk growing as you whined at the sensation.

Leila hummed against your skin before pulling back to rub a slick finger against it. “She takes it so well, don’t you? You like getting your ass fucked?”

The flush she brought to your cheeks had you squirming.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s show the girls how good you are for me.”

Leila was always gentle when she played with your ass. Her spare hand slipped down to stroke at your clit lightly while her finger loosened up your hole with rocking pressure, never pushing in, just against.

“Lei.” You whined, dropping down to your elbows for a more comfortable position. It also allowed you to turn your head and watch Jenni unclip herself, stepping out her strap before threading a hand back through her girlfriend’s hair. There was a little shuffle, the shift of Jenni’s weight, then the guiding of Alexia’s mouth back between her legs.

Jenni’s head tipped back. She breathed a gentle sigh before her eyes fluttered shut.

The sparks of pleasure from your clit distracted from the way Leila’s fingertip dipped inside. She was efficient, working it deeper and deeper until you could feel her knuckle against your skin. Your pussy tightened with every gentle thrust as she worked, dripping down to where her other hand slid across your clit.

Leila met your whiny sounds with soothing ones of her own, kissing every bit of skin available to her.

By the time she lined a second finger alongside the first, Jenni was letting out the prettiest little grunts. You watched for a while, enjoying the rock of her hips and the wet noises Alexia’s tongue made against her heat. When you felt Leila’s second finger stretching deep, you twisted around to watch.

Leila was quick to meet your gaze, grinning proudly before sitting back on her haunches. “One more. Then I’ll give it to you.”

“Hurry up,” You muttered quietly, “I can take it.”

“I know you can,” A third finger nudged against your hole. “Always ready for me, aren’t you? Especially here?"

Her third finger pulsed gently against your hole while her other fingers slid in and out until it was loose enough to work inside. The stretch was delicious.

You turned to shake the kink out of your back. Jenni was close. You could tell by the rapid buck of her hips and how Alexia groaned her approval. You’d seen her come so many times from close up. With just a little space, you admired much more. The strain of her neck when it tipped back, the tremble which ran through powerful thighs, the silence before she breathed out an impassioned curse.

Leila’s fingers pushed in and out of your ass through the whole thing.

“Now. Lei, I’m ready.” You hummed, not once looking away from Jenni’s come down.

Her grip slackened in Alexia’s hair, stroking back strands before pushing her away completely. Jenni was quick to take a knee, cradling Alexia’s face while she murmured Spanish too softly for you to distinguish.

“So needy.” Leila's soft lips pressed up against your lower back.

You knew she was just teasing, so took the gentle tap of her fingers against your clit with a muffled keen.

She pulled out slowly. “Jen?” Leila called, breaking whatever spell the other two were wrapped up in. “Strap?”

You sat back on your heels, leaning into her heat.

Jenni was slow to move, taking in the image of you together before turning back to her girlfriend. “Give it to her and I'll let you watch.”

Alexia narrowed her eyes, but her breathless pant took the sting out of her attitude. She reached to her side, grabbing one off the floor before Jenni pulled her from stiff knees to standing.

You reached out first, open palmed and relishing in the tiniest slither of power you might have held over her.

“Thanks.” You breathed as she robotically placed it in your hand. Perhaps a kiss would have been more suiting given the circumstances, but Leila’s front pressed up against your back was a gentle reminder of what she wanted. You wanted that too.

Rather than stretch up to peck Alexia, you took the strap from her and turned to Leila instead, twisting in her arms and catching her lips with yours. Perhaps the way you moaned against her was a little theatrical, but it was always easy. You wanted them to see how quickly she could make you fall apart, how much you craved her, how well you fit together.

Just like they did.

In between filthy kisses and desperate keens, you both wrangled the strap against her, ignoring the way the bed dipped and more skin slid against your own.

You could feel Leila’s grin against your lips. She pulled away with a final peck, leaning over to dismantle parts of her pillow mountain and build them into the perfect hump in the middle of the bed for you. You could feel other eyes on you, but the flutter in your stomach meant you didn’t feel quite ready to meet them.

No sooner had Leila finished than she turned and pushed you face-first.

“Lei!” You giggled, shimmying your hips until they were well positioned.

“Comfy, sí?”

Wrapping your arms around a pillow which smelled so distinctly like her, you agreed. “Sí.”

Leila shifted behind, swinging a leg over your own and steadying herself with a hand against your back. Your eyes wandered up to where Jenni had slid in between Alexia and the headboard, then to the handful of toys she unloaded. The striker's hands ran teasingly over her girlfriend’s thighs. You deliberately avoided Alexia’s stare, instead looking straight past her to where Jenni beamed at you.

You broke away first, burrowing your head into the pillow when slick fingers pressed into your hole again. Leila was so careful, checking over and over that you could take her digits with relative ease. Then, the blunt head of her toy pressed against your entrance.

“Don’t be shy, cari. I want to see your face when she fills up your ass.” Jenni snarked from above.

You rolled your eyes, but there was no getting away from the eventuality.

Leila’s lips pressed against your shoulder blade, then the back of your neck. There was a little pressure, but she was too careful to let it open you up properly. “Come on, mi amor,” She murmured against your skin, “Let me see you?”

She was a hard person to say no to.

You peeped out, twisting your body until she could peck your lips.

“In?” She breathed.

You nodded back, arching just the tiniest bit. Leila held your gaze. You knew it was only a matter of time.

Sure enough, the slightest increase in pressure against your asshole had her breaking your eye contact. Leila liked to watch, especially the first time she pushed her cock inside. Her large hand groped at your asscheek, spreading even wider so she could see clearly.

Just the tip first. The stretch beyond that which her fingers had provided.

You liked watching her too. The raise of her eyebrow when your body let her in, the gentle part of her lips when she adjusted and the strap brushed her just right.

“Dios.” Jenni groaned.

Leila pressed deeper, but not by much. Her hands wrapped around your hips, caressing the skin while her cock rocked gently. Usually you loved how slow and measured she was, but that night it drove you mad.

“More.” You grunted, pressing your ass back to heighten the intensity.

“Zorrita.” Alexia said, though there was a distinct lack of venom behind her breathless delivery. Perhaps that had something to do with the faint buzz of a vibrator which broke through the quiet.

You met Leila’s eyes one more time before she pushed forwards, filling you completely. A few more gentle rocks, fucking it open until the fullness didn’t steal your breath away.

You whined at the feeling of her hips pressed against your ass, the way her strap held you stretched around it, the clench of your empty cunt. There was temptation to bury your face into the pillows, but Alexia’s spread legs were more than enough to distract.

“How does it feel having your pretty little ass taking her, cari?” Jenni grinned at you. In one hand, she held a buzzing vibrator to Alexia’s nipple. Her other teased circles against the captain’s heat, so light, you wondered whether she could feel it at all.

Leila was gentle when she pulled out and slid back in with practiced ease. She chuckled at the noise you tried to swallow down. “So shy now. Let me hear you. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, bebe? You like when I fuck you in the ass?”

The fierce blush spread to your cheeks, but your aching core had you arching your back for her anyway. “Yes.” You breathed out, brow furrowed at the soft rocking.

“In a sentence. Alexia needs to work on her English.” Jenni ordered.

Gulping down your embarrassment, you relaxed your tense muscles into the pillows. “I like when she fucks my ass. She feels so fucking good.”

Leila groaned, wrapping her hands around your hips to fill you again. Her own worked steadily, over and over until there was no stretch to speak of, just the rhythmic shift of her.

“She looks beautiful when she fucks whores like you.” Jenni hummed, switching to press the vibrator against Alexia’s thigh. You could see the thick muscle tense and jerk, but Jenni’s other hand danced along her clit with the same measured strokes. “Can she come like that?” She asked Leila over your head.

“Sometimes.” Leila keened as she leaned down to kiss the skin of your shoulder. “But she'll lose her mind if you touch her pussy. Do you want to?”

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jadeysjasmine · 10 days

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alexia putellas, you make me breathless.

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jadeysjasmine · 11 days

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i need a pool day blurb with jenni after that bikini picture pretty pls bsf 💘 tysm

this is for @sunnyaelia who is constantlyy feeding my jenni obsession pool day II j.hermoso

finishing the final chapter of your book you near moaned with happiness, feeling as though you'd just scaled a mountain as immense gratification flooded your sun soaked bones.

with a content sigh you snapped it shut, patting the cover fondly and carefully tossing it onto the table a few feet away.

you'd been tackling said book for a far too long, and always having been an avid reader ever since childhood it had bugged you to no end that these days it took you months to finish a few chapters when you used to fly through a few books each week.

but life commitments seemed to stump that nowadays, though on vacation for the week it was the ideal opportunity to rectify that and only just two days in it made you feel immense relief that you'd conquered that.

you'd had your doubts of course, and they came in the form of the tall, tattooed clown you had the pleasure of calling your wife.

jenni was your favourite distraction but she was constantly just that, a distraction.

any sliver of free time you had away from family or work was consumed by her need for your every ounce of attention, and whatever you didn't give her she would simply take one way or another.

but your athlete superstar world cup winning striker was not as easily relaxed as you, and despite being on vacation together insisted on continuing her at times robotic rituals of exercise.

not that you could really complain given as much as you adored jenni as a person and a partner; her body, stamina and rippling physique was an immense benefit to all the perks that came with being mrs hermoso.

so your wife was off on her morning run, kissing you goodbye far too early for you to do much more than hum and roll onto your side as she chuckled and gently closed the bedroom door behind her with a click.

you'd arisen a couple hours later surprised that she still hadn't returned, but with the peace and quiet of her absence came the opportunity to finally finish your book and work on your tan, so here you were.

and it would seem right in the nick of time as you heard footsteps pad their way through the villa before her slides slapped against the concrete of the courtyard and suddenly your warmth dissapeared.

"you're blocking my sun hermoso." you warned with a small smile, eyes still closed but protected by a pair of sunglasses which were promptly snatched from your face.

"i am your sun, hermoso. just lighting up your days with my good looks and my muscles and my endearing personality." jenni quipped back with a grin as she settled her glasses on your nose and you cracked one eye up to stare up at her blankly.

you'd be lying if you said they didn't dip a little lower for a moment taking in her sweaty, toned and tanned half naked body before you which wasn't missed by your wife whose grin only grew at the sight.

"enjoying the view esposa? front row seats to la feria de armas." the gun show, the footballer smirked and flexed her arms obnoxiously with a few mock grunts as you rolled your eyes.

"can i get a refund?" you asked blankly, own smile curling upward as jenni's dropped and you closed your eyes again, kicking her gently and making a shooing motion with your hands.

"get out of my sun and take a shower, i can't tan in the shade amor." you chuckled and exhaled happily as she stepped aside and your face was once again bathed in the warm cancun sun.

"oh a shower? good idea, gracias bebé." her slightly chapped but still soft lips pressed sweetly against yours as she ducked down and slipped your stolen sunglasses back on your face before you smacked her ass with one hand as she passed, sending her a cheeky grin.

"niña traviesa." your wife clicked her tongue disapprovingly though you could see the corners of her mouth tug upward in amusement as she stripped off the singlet leaving her only in shorts and a sports bra, her well defined tattooed back disappearing into the villa.

you assumed that meant your peace and quiet resumed, how wrong you were.

"oh dios mio jennifer!" you groaned in annoyance as suddenly footsteps smacked against concrete and there was a brief pause of silence before a body met water with a loud splash and droplets rained down on you one after the other.

"sí precioso?" the girl popped up at the edge of the pool, tattooed arms crossed and her chin resting on them with a wicked grin as you glared down at her and wiped yourself off with a towel.

"idiota." you grumbled, tossing the now damp towel down on the ground and lying back down with a huff. "you suggested a shower no? i just wanted to share mi amor." again droplets rained down as her hand smacked at the water sending a small tidal wave across your legs.

knowing she was just egging on for a reaction you refused to give her one, only standing to turn your lounger around to face away from her before flopping back down on your stomach now which made her laugh, your wife pushing off the side of the pool and floating around humming something to herself as you settled yourself again.

but of course that too didn't last long.

"cari?" the striker called out, still floating on her back with her eyes closed, having changed into a brightly colored bikini which left very little to the eye or the imagination

you hummed in response, the noise muffled as you were still laying stomach down on the lounger a few feet away. "if you are in a competition with yourself, do you come first or last?" your wife asked as you only sighed, all too used to the strangely wonderful but weird way her brain worked.

"neither, no opponents means no winner or loser." you answered without moving a muscle, the older girl making a noise of surprise at your answer, quiet falling again as she took a moment to reflect on it.

"cari?" again you hummed in response, readying yourself for whatever was to come next. "can you daydream at night?"

"no mi amor, thats just thinking." you chuckled slightly at that one, jenni making another pleasantly surprised noise as again a beat of peace passed.

"cari?" a hum again. "if you clean a vacuum, do you become a vacuum cleaner?" you could hear the obvious grin in her tone at that as you snickered quietly. "no you'd actually become useful." you quipped as your wife scoffed in offence and kicked water at you, the few icy droplets which hit your back making you wince slightly.

"cari?" another hum. "if you drop soap on the floor, is the floor clean or is the soap dirty?"

"why?" you finally pulled your head up, sitting up at peering at her over the top of the lounger as she continued to float around the pool. "why not?" she rebutted, ducking under the water and doing a backflip beneath the surface as you rolled your eyes.

"show off." you shot at her, sunglasses slipping just down your nose as you watched jenni pull herself slowly out of the pool, sitting on the edge of with her legs still dangling in the water, wringing out her hair and stretching as she scraped it up into a bun atop her head.

your gaze found home on the way her soft tanned skin tensed and flexed with each movement, water drops cascading down her like she was stuck in a rain storm as she exhaled deeply and rolled her neck.

catching your eye she winked as you shook your head and laid back down as she stood and made her way over, disregarding the unoccupied lounger to your right and instead sitting on the edge of yours.

"so, is the floor clean or soap dirty mi todo?" you flinched ever so slightly as a cold finger traced down your spin, a smile forming on your lips which faced away from your wife who was writing out i love you on your back.

"both, the floor becomes clean where the soap hits it but the soap becomes dirty as it touches the floor." you answered simply as she hummed, seemingly satisfied with that answer. "smart and beautiful." the girl complimented, twisting around and trailing kisses down your shoulder blame as you sighed happily.

"i knew you married me for my mind." you teased. "no, for this." jenni grinned, one hand cupping a handful of flesh on your ass and squeezing before patting it affectionately as you reached out and pinched her thigh making her chuckle.

"again, idiota." you shook your head resisting the urge to smile, knocking her with your knee a little as you wriggled and flipped onto your back again, sighing as your glasses were once more snatched off your face.

"there is another chair there." you reminded as your wife scooched you across with her hands and laid down beside you, both of you near hanging off either side of the small lounger as her wet torso pressed against yours, though as the sun rose higher in the sky and the temperature soared upward the slight reprise now wasn't unwelcome.

"very observant mi vida, bien!" jenni grinned as your eyes opened and winced slightly from the sunlight hitting them, your wife quickly sliding your glasses back over them with a kiss pressed to your cheek.

"jenni i am going to fall off!" you laid in silence pressed against one another for a few minutes before she grew restless, sitting up and moving about nearly shoving you off.

but as you opened your eyes to tell her off further your words died in your throat, mouth running dry as the footballer tossing her soaking wet bikini top over her shoulder and smirked at the way your eyes clearly fixed to her now naked chest though disguised behind the glasses.

her breasts sat to attention, perfectly round and staring you right in the face as your wifes look of utter delight and amusement only grew.

"oh you wanted more space bebita? of course." you barely had time to process her words before her leg was swinging over your hips and she settled herself on top of you, shaking her head as her chest bounced and droplets rained down on you ironically only causing your mouth to dry up further.

but as you reached out eager to touch them her hands caught yours, interlocking her slender fingers with yours and pinning them down to the lounger as she leaned down, the feeling of her wet naked chest pressing against yours nearly having you moan.

"can't have you moving around too much ángel, you might fall off." her pearly white teeth bore down at you in a wolfish grin, sloped nose tucking into the crook of your neck as your eyes fluttered close at the special attention she gave the taunt skin there.

you felt her grin widen as your hips bucked ever so slightly up against hers as she suddenly bit down on the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw, sucking on the tanned flesh until it had turned dark red and sent your head spinning.

"mi niña bonita." jenni purred, kissing softly over the mark and trailing her lips across your jaw before finally pressing them against yours, a slight grind of her hips down into yours causing your breath to hitch with a gasp and her tongue to slip past your defenses, easily taking control of the kiss.

you barely had time to enjoy it before suddenly she was using her strength to easily pull you up and swap your positions, sliding beneath you as you now sat on top of her catching your breath momentarily.

unrestrained now you wasted no time gliding your hands across the firm ridges of her abs, bending down to press feather light kisses across her collarbone, tongue darting out to flick across the H tattoo on her sternum as she exhaled and tangled a hand in your hair, tugging your head up and into her neck.

"niña buena." the striker sighed as your hands finally found her chest and squeezing right as your lips sucked your own mark into her neck, normally not something your wife so easily allowed but too distracted by your hands kneading away at her chest to stop you.

but right as sudden as everything had started, in true hermoso fashion it was just as quick to stop, your hands grabbing onto her shoulders with a cry of surprise as suddenly she stood and hauled you up with her, legs wrapped around your waist.

"jenni no no no por favor amor i washed my hair last night!" you begged and tried to get down as you quickly realised what was happening.

but all you got in reply was a grin as you held your breath and your wife launched the two of you off the edge, icy water engulfing your body as her long tattooed legs hit the bottom and pushed off, the pair of you resurfacing as you coughed and spluttered slightly in shock.

"you looked hot cari, just wanted to cool you down." the brunette teased still holding tightly onto you as you smacked her forehead with a huff.

"estúpido idiota!" you hit her shoulder as she only laughed, pushing over to a more shallow spot where she could stand a little taller, hands squeezing at your ass in a silent attempt at an apology.

"pero tu estúpido idiota." jenni cooed with a smile that was softer, kissing your lips slowly and sweetly as your anger melted away, really unable to stay mad at the endearingly dopey grin on her face as she pushed a wet strand of hair out of your face with a lovesick glint in her eyes.

"well lo siento mucho but you are stuck with me forever and ever and ever now mrs hermoso."

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jadeysjasmine · 12 days

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Rush Pt. 4 | Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Leila Ouahabi x Reader

Summary: It's part four which follows the other three parts x

Tags: Polyamory, group sex, voyeurism, fingering, teasing, dom/sub undertones, cunnilingus, strap-ons, ass play, dirty talk, breeding kink

A/N: The biggest thank you for saving this fic, plot doctoring, mini-beta-ing, and basically masterminding the entire thing, goes to @acornsquish. Thanks also to my translator, @hacheeeeengi, and the army of sweet friends who shared their thoughts <3

Read Part One here Read Part Two here Read Part Three here

Smut ahead, 18+ minors dni.

Alexia turned just in front of Jenni's open suitcase, pinning her girlfriend with a stoic frown. The coolness in her gaze made you shiver. “Watch me.”

“Alexia,” Jenni’s eyebrows raised, “Behave.”

With a roll of her eyes, Alexia kneeled down by the suitcase with her back to you. You couldn’t see what she was doing, and your mind was still working through the fact that Leila knew where the strap would be. Moreover, she knew which kinds they had.

Was it normal to pack sex toys for away games when you weren’t sharing a room with your partner?

Regardless, you were broken out of your daze by gentle fingers nudging at your bicep. You turned your head and found Jenni far closer than you expected her. She’d sat up, and you were quick to join her shoulder-to-shoulder. You were hyper aware of the fact that you were both naked, but past the odd splatter of new ink, everything about her felt familiar.

“Okay?” She murmured.

“Yeah,” You hummed, trying to match her tone of causality, “You?”

“I could be better.” Her eyes dropped down to your lips with no sense of subtlety.

You tried to swallow your smile, leaning in to nudge her bare shoulder with your nose. Jenni cradled your face, tilting it up to hers until you could feel her breath against your lips.

You were the one to lean in first, letting your eyes shut as you shared the sweetest of kisses. There was nothing wild about kissing Jenni, even after so many years. If anything, it felt like coming home. The gentleness with which she held you, the teasing edge of her tongue she’d run against your closed lips, the smell of her. All of it felt safe.

She was careful with you, but you’d shared too much to believe that’s all she offered. After the first few seconds, you craved more. You wanted the Jenni who’d keep you up all night, chaotic and insatiable.

You moved first, twisting to your hands and knees and crawling between her legs. She hummed against your lips. Strong hands caressed your waist coaxing your body to press against hers as she lay back.

Feeling her skin against yours was addictive, but there was nothing more head spinning than the second pair of hands which stroked over your shoulders, your neck, into your hair.

Squeaking in surprise, you pulled away from Jenni when a gentle fist tugged at your roots.

Opening your eyes, you let Leila tilt your head back. “Forgetting about me?” She grinned.

You stretched up to peck at her lips, “Never.”

You leaned in for a longer kiss while Jenni’s hands smoothed over your back. A harsh squeeze to your ass made you grunt and pull away from your girlfriend.

Jenni smiled innocently at you, but you knew better. After one last lingering kiss for Leila, you leaned down and licked into Jenni’s mouth. The change of pace was immediate. What was once gentle and familiar turned filthy in an instant.

You let your hands wander, stroking down her chest to cup at her breasts. Lower still, over the tightness of her flat stomach, the jut of her hip bones, the muscle of her thighs. You delighted in the sigh she breathed into your mouth when your fingers caressed the inside of her legs.

She opened more for you, sheets rustling as she spread her long limbs over Leila’s. Before you’d even touched her heat, you could feel the slick spread across her thighs. “You’re wet,” You teased against her lips.

“I like watching,” Jenni chuckled when your fingers finally stroked between her legs.

Humming softly, you thought back to all the times she’d made you get off on your fingers, refusing to touch until you begged for her. “I remember.”

You remembered how she liked to be touched too. You’d never forget the night a decade ago in Paris when you’d shown each other, step-by-step, until you knew how to make each other crumble.

You slid your fingers over her, soft swipes up and down her clit, teasing at her entrance but never pressing in. Jenni wasn’t loud and theatrical like Leila, but drawing out her quiet moan felt just as good.

You’d just dipped down to kiss at her jaw when strong hands grabbed your hips. You were pulled back ungracefully, hardly able to catch yourself. Definitely not able to swallow the embarrassing, shocked sound which escaped.

Alexia lifted at your hips until your knees were very nearly off the mattress. Your elbows dug into the sheets on either side of Jenni’s hips. You’d hardly stopped for five seconds when Leila’s hand curved around to play with her, so close to your face that you could see the tiny scars on her fingers from cooking accidents.

When Alexia lined up her strap and pressed it inside, your forehead dropped to Jenni’s hip. Alexia’s fingers had hardly opened you up enough for a cock, and for just a moment you wondered if she had dug deep for the big one. After the head was inside, you knew.

“Fuck, Ale-” You gasped, lifting a fraction to look back over your shoulder. Alexia held your hips tight, eyes locked on where her cock connected you.

A gentle hand threaded through your hair, stroking at your scalp soothingly. “Shh, you’re okay. Just take it.” Jenni cooed.

Between the softness of her hand and the warmth of her skin, there was just enough comfort to be found. You turned back to nuzzle at her stomach, kissing to distract yourself from the intrusion.

Still, Alexia’s vice-like grip on your hips didn’t give you any leeway. Instead, she stretched you slowly around her cock, letting you feel every inch as it pressed inside, retracting just a fraction each time before pushing in deeper. You felt her hands wandering over your lower back before they settled on your waist. The front of her thighs pressed against the backs of yours, skin on skin where she'd slipped her sweats off.

The feeling of her bottoming out, grinding deep before fucking into you with tight, shallow thrusts had your hands fisting in the sheets. You whimpered, panting harshly against Jenni’s skin as you once again tried to relax into what Alexia gave. Your eyes squeezed shut, the image of Leila’s fingers working on Jenni’s clit burned into memory.

“Shh. You’re okay.” Alexia cooed mockingly, palming your ass. She grabbed harsh handfuls before moving back to your hips. With that, she began.

Your jaw fell open on the first harsh thrust, a well-paced thing which made your entire body jolt with the power of it. Alexia fucked like she fingered, hard and fast, with little care for your debauched cries. There was a strength every time she filled you, like she wanted to give you all of it and then some. You could hear the sounds she forced from your lungs, feel the sparks when she moved inside, deep thrusts, then shallow and fast.

Jenni’s fingers kept running through your hair. Her own quiet groans sporadic compared to yours. When she spoke, she was breathier than usual. “Beautiful. Does she feel good?”

While you tried to school your sounds into something which resembled an “uh huh,” it came out a little whiny. Behind you, Alexia grunted.

You could hear Jenni’s grin through her words. “Think you’ll come on it?”

“She’ll come on it,” Leila replied confidently, “Let me up for a bit.”

There was a squish as Jenni sat up, protecting your head to let Leila slip out from behind her. Then, she lay back and made herself comfy against the pillows, soothing hands running over the back of your neck and shoulders while her girlfriend fucked you full. “You look so pretty on her cock, bebé.”

Pressing your lips to her hip, you keened.

A hand fisted in your hair.

“For fuck’s sake.” Alexia snapped, pulling until your back arched obscenely. “Cállate.” She hissed leaning down to force your face between Jenni’s legs.

You licked immediately, tasting her wetness sloppily and trying to find your balance between thrusts.

Jenni gasped. With a slight adjustment to her hips, she spread her legs wide and made it easy.

You were hungry for her, kissing at her cunt and lapping at her arousal. Admittedly, your technique was lacking finesse given the way your full body was rocked by Alexia’s sharp thrusts. Jenni’s hand took over, threading through your hair to guide you.

Alexia slowed a little, letting you feel every inch of whatever toy she wore. She kept the tip stretching you open before pushing in until her hips ground deliciously against your clit.

With a little time to breathe, you committed yourself to Jenni’s pleasure. She held your mouth on her clit, letting each grind rock you against her. You sucked lightly, pressing your tongue between parted lips. Her fist tightened in your hair, but you knew you’d really hit the spot when she leaned her head back against the sheets and canted her hips towards your mouth.

You were vaguely aware of Leila, well out of your line of sight but shuffling around the room before her footsteps stopped. Quiet murmurs then, not directed at you, but audible all the same.

“How’s her pussy feel, hmm?” Her voice was raspy behind you. “Does my girl feel good on your cock?”

There was something about her Spanish lilt which was heinously attractive. Moaning into Jenni’s cunt, you tightened around the strap.

“She’s loud.” Alexia grunted.

“That’s what you wanted, no?”

Alexia’s hips stalled behind you, leaving you to work Jenni by yourself. And if that tiny rocking movement meant you fucked yourself back on the strap, that was no one else’s business.

Jenni’s quiet pants grew faster, her second hand reaching down to hold your face while her hips bucked against your tongue. You knew she was going to come from the nearly-painful grip she had on your hair.

Still, the sense of accomplishment when she did was real. Jenni came all but silently, the tremble of her thighs and gentle gasps the only giveaway. Her back arched so prettily, though she did her best to keep grinding against your face through the peak.

You eased off then, licking at her release until she twitched and pulled you away. She turned her grip into something far more soft as you kissed at her thighs instead.

With little to distract you, the thickness of the strap still stretching you open was pressing. Still, Alexia didn’t move. Her hands were curved around your waist, but they didn’t push or pull.

With a soft groan, you pressed up and looked back over your shoulder.

Leila’s hands were underneath Alexia’s bra. You could see the outlines of her fingers as they grabbed and teased. She was behind her, plastered against her back. Alexia had turned to catch her lips. Even from where you were, you could see the wet sheen of their tongues playing.

You watched as Leila’s fingers slipped down, grabbing at the bottom of Alexia’s bra before breaking the kiss to take it off. It was mesmerising, the ease at which Leila took control. The ease at which Alexia let her.

They kissed again, a filthy thing which had Leila groaning as she cupped Alexia’s bare breasts and toyed with them.

When they broke apart, Leila quickly turned her head towards you. Alexia did the same.

Slowly, Alexia pressed her hips forwards until you were filled again. You turned back, hanging your head between your shoulders as she picked up the most drawn out thrusts possible.

“More.” You breathed, “Please go faster.”

Alexia hummed noncommittally, taking her pleasure in slow grinds when she moved deep.

Soft hands ran over your ass, grabbing handfuls before tapping at your hip. “Down, bebé. Give her something to look at.”

Beneath you, Jenni shifted to give you enough space to press your elbows to the bed. She spread herself back against the pillows, watching whatever was happening behind you intently.

“Joder,” Alexia cursed, bucking just a fraction faster.

“Pretty, isn’t she? Fuck her. She’s begging for it.”

Leila’s hands pulled from your body when Alexia picked up the pace. Not pounding like she’d done before, just the fucking. Rhythmic, in and out, over and over.

Alexia’s pleasured sighs and swallowed grunts met the little sounds she pushed out of you.

Behind her, Leila’s quiet but constant murmurs. “Is this what you wanted? My girlfriend on her knees for you, taking your cock like she was made for it. I want see you ruin her.”

Alexia moaned, rubbing her hands along your back and around to squeeze at your chest.

“Wanna see my favourite part?” Leila almost sang.

“A ver, enséñamela,” Alexia breathed, pinching at your nipples. Harsh pangs of hot pleasure shot straight to where she fucked you.

“Harder, first.” Leila hummed. “Make her pussy yours.”

“Careful, Lei. She might not give it back.” Jenni grinned from the sidelines.

Leila chuckled. Nevertheless, Alexia did go harder, adding power behind her hips which had you crying out.

You felt Leila crawl her way to your side. Then, slick fingers teased at your second hole, rubbing just above where Alexia fucked.

“I prefer this hole anyway. And this one is just for me. She likes it in her pussy, but what she really wants…” Leila pushed a little, grinning at the broken noise you made, “Yeah. What she really wants is a cock in her ass.”

“Zorrita.” Alexia hissed.

“The best little slut.” Leila corrected, tone laced with reverence. You opened your eyes slowly and reached for her, stroking along the softness of her leg. She grinned down at you mischievously. “She’ll take anything you give her. You can fill her up and she’ll be begging for more in five minutes.”

Alexia groaned, stalled, and pulled out completely before lifting a foot onto the bed. She was quick to press back in, though her first few thrusts were long, slow and deliberate.

“You’ve done it, Lei. Now you’re never getting her back.” Jenni hummed teasingly. You got the distinct impression that you’d missed a joke somewhere.

Leila turned to glance at Alexia, her fingers still pressing gently at your ass. “Why?”

Silence, but for your gentle pants and the wet slide of the toy.

Jenni started, “Ale-”

“-No,” Alexia snapped, her fingernails digging into your waist, “Eso es un secreto.”

“Don’t be shy, bebé. She’ll like it too,” Jenni teased.

“Dime,” Leila turned to the striker.

During the moment’s pause, your eyes fluttered shut at Leila’s fingertip pressed gently inside.

“Ale quiere metérselo. Llénala.” Jenni said, and you could hear her grin through the words.

“I want that. She’ll love it.” Leila breathed, shifting her knees closer to where Alexia was standing. “Give it to her.”

“No,” Alexia grunted, though her thrusts moved deeper until each forced muffled keens from you. The pleasure of it was heady and addictive in your stomach.

Leila’s open chuckle rang out. “Not even if I said please? Hasn’t she been good for you? I bet she’s squeezing your cock. Letting you feel that tight little pussy you wanted for so long. I want to see you come in it.”

You tensed at her words, breathing out an embarrassed sound in the knowledge that they could both feel it. Leila stroked back your hair kindly, though her fingers teased and dipped inside your ass sporadically. They were all you could focus on, even when the strap fucked you deep.

“Shh,” She soothed, “I know you want her to. You can’t think of anything other than having pretty girls fill up your holes, can you? What if we made your pussy even tighter, do you think she’d want to give it to you then?”

Leila’s fingertip pressed deeper, gentle thrusts working it in until you could feel what having the two of them would be like. The thought, or maybe it was the sensation, had your back arching again.

“Please.” You whined pathetically, pressing back up to your elbows to take some of the strain.

“See, she wants you to. She’ll come on your cock if you fuck her harder. Make her come on it, then fill her up.” Leila coaxed.

For a second, you were afraid that Alexia was going to stop, but then her hips picked up.

“Beg.” She demanded sharply from behind you.

You groaned, arching your ass up for Leila’s fingers to play with. With Alexia’s rhythmic thrusting, you knew you’d come soon enough. The feeling of them was divine. “Please.”

“More, bebé,” Leila ran her spare hand along your spine to rub the back of your neck, “Tell her exactly what you want.”

Another moan, this time in irritation at the delay. “Please give it to me, Ale. Want you to come inside me.”

“Where do you want her to come?” Leila teased, her finger dragging out of your ass to play with the rim again.

“In my pussy. Want her to fill me up.”

“You want to take her cock until she comes deep in your tight little cunt? Until she holds you down and makes you her bitch?”

“Please.”

A hand fisted in your hair, pulling you sharply onto your hands and knees. “Puta,” Alexia growled, nestling her strap as deep as she could get.

Whatever beast she'd been holding back was unleashed. Her hips battered against your ass, pounding the strap in viciously while she held you tight.

“Fuck, yes!” You whined, eyes rolling at the feel of her thick cock filling you.

“Like that. She’s going to come.” Jenni commented calmly, stretching herself along the pillows as Leila moved to join her.

The sounds fucked out of you were practically gibberish, distorted by the stretch of your neck and the jolt of your body with every thrust.

It grew quickly when she railed you. Her pleasured, panting breaths, the pounding of her strap, and the echo of Leila’s finger in your ass were all you needed to get there.

It was so big, so tight, so high. The peak of it was too much, more pleasure than a person should take. You tried to hold it for a second there, but there was no stopping the force which ripped through your body.

Over and over, fierce waves of quivering pleasure through every limb. There was nothing conscious about the way you jerked and shivered under her hands. Alexia pressed you down, covering your body with her own to resume her pounding with her front to your back.

As you rode the high, your hands wrapped tightly around her wrists. It didn’t take long enough for you to grow oversensitive, just a few pathetic, breathy moans of ‘please’ before Alexia’s hips ground deep inside until she cried out.

You could feel the tightening of her muscles around you, the way her head burrowed into the back of your shoulder. Her thrusts died down until she was still, buried deep inside. Her harsh panting slowed, then disappeared entirely when she pressed soft lips to your skin.

“¿Estás bien?” She breathed close to your ear.

You hummed back, loosening the grip you had on her arms. To your side, you could already hear Leila’s groans as her and Jenni got reacquainted.

Alexia nuzzled at your neck. Slowly shifting to pull out. With the absence of her, you felt the air cooling the slick between your legs. Another kiss to your skin, then the unmistakable unclipping before she discarded her toy. Gentle hands stroked over your back before curving around your waist. “Ven aquí.” She half muttered, coaxing your body to move as she wanted.

When you were settled, it was nestled against her chest, cradled by pillows. As her arms banded around you, you took in the scene to your side. Jenni on her back. Leila sensually grinding her hips where she straddled her. You took in the harness tight against Jenni’s skin, the way Leila’s hands pressed against her flat stomach.

“You like to… watch?” Alexia murmured. It took a moment of listening to Leila’s whines for you to realise she was speaking to you.

You turned your head and found her face close. She looked at you expectantly, the smallest of smirks pulling at her lips.

“Yes. Sí.”

“A mí también, pero eres muy bonita.” Alexia smiled, a beautiful thing which you’d seen so rarely over the months.

“Gracias.” You breathed back, groaning a little as her fingers ran through your hair and drew your head to rest against her skin.

Your eyes wandered back to where Leila rode, lips parted as she worked herself up and down.

Alexia pressed a kiss to your hair. “Rest cariño, I’ll want you again soon.”

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jadeysjasmine · 13 days

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honest post match reaction 🥰🥰

#woso #woso community #chelsea women #man utd women

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jadeysjasmine · 15 days

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adjustments + acceptance

Sol gets a new friend. Mapi... adjusts. pretty much entirely fluff. brief descriptions of a panic attack.

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“Amor, are you sure about this?” Mapi asked, for probably the 10th time that morning. Ingrid just chuckled, looking sympathetically across the kitchen table at her girlfriend who had her black cat cradled close to her chest.

“María, you agreed already.” Ingrid implored, taking a sip of coffee to hide her smile at the older woman’s pouting.

Mapi let out a heavy sigh, pressing a gentle kiss onto the cat’s forehead. “I don’t want a dog.”

“I know, but Sol does. She wants one so badly she asked me if she could get one. You know what that means as well as I do, María.”

Mapi threw her head back and groaned. “You’re very lucky I love your sister.”

“I am very lucky.” Ingrid said, sending her girlfriend a soft, loving smile that the other woman instantly returned. Though after a second, she shook her head like she was pulling herself from a trance.

“You Engens. You make a face and I give you whatever you want.” She said grumpily. “It is not fair.”

“Maybe you should grow a spine then, María,” Ingrid laughed.

“You wouldn’t like it if I did,” Mapi teased, though she flushed red when Ingrid raised one eyebrow at her.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She said matter of factly, and she was completely correct. Mapi wouldn’t dare. “Alright, I’ll go get her. Remember, María, this is a surprise. Don’t be weird, and don’t tell her where we’re going.”

“I know how to act normal, and I know how to keep a surprise a secret.” Mapi scowled.

“You tried to throw me a surprise party last year and you were so weird, I thought you were breaking up with me.” Ingrid replied over her shoulder, leaving Mapi to sit and think with that one.

The Spaniard couldn’t deny that Ingrid had a point. Mapi took a deep breath, putting on a smile that she hoped was normal, that certainly wasn’t, and waited for you to descend the stairs, soaking up her last few minutes with Bagheera as an only child.

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Ingrid wouldn’t lie and claim she didn’t want a dog either. She absolutely did, and when you very timidly asked if it would ever be a possibility for you to get one, Ingrid had seized her chance. If Mapi had a soft spot for her, it was nothing compared to how she was with you. Ingrid wasn’t quite sure that her girlfriend had ever said no to you.

You were confused as to where you were going, until Mapi pulled into a parking spot in front of a shelter, and you got out of the car faster than either of them thought was possible. Your excitement and hope was infectious as you waited impatiently for your sister and her girlfriend to get out of the car, too.

“Are you guys being for real? You’re getting a dog?” You asked, practically bouncing up and down with excitement. Mapi shook her head with a wry grin.

“No, you’re getting a dog. I will play no part in the ruin of Bagheera’s life.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes at her girlfriend, pulling open the door to the building and gesturing you inside.

As Ingrid followed you into the shelter, watching the growing grin on your face, she couldn’t hide her own smile. At your excitement, obviously, but also that she was finally getting her way. As she normally did.

Her and Mapi had done some recon, and had a couple dogs in mind that the shelter said were friendly and easy going. They greeted the shelter workers, who had been expecting them, and began to lead you back to one of the first dogs they had chosen.

You didn’t even make it to the first option they’d selected. Instead, you stopped in your tracks at the third cage. Inside was a black and white border collie, a dog that initially Ingrid had considered. Though border collies were a lot of work, they were energetic and active. This one was a bit smaller than a normal one was, so Ingrid wasn’t worried about the size. As she had talked with the workers, though, she learned that he wasn’t very friendly, and he hadn’t shown any interest in anyone that had attempted to get to know him.

He’d been found abandoned on the side of the road, just outside the city. There were no signs of abuse, but he was, at their estimate, between 3 and 5 years old, so it hadn’t been an unwanted puppy. He had a collar on, which said his name, but the address and phone number had been scratched off. This, along with the place he was left suggested that he had been… just that. Left. This traumatizing event had clearly left a mark on the little guy, and he was now exceptionally distrustful of every human that interacted with him.

Over the course of the preliminary visit Ingrid had made to the shelter, she hadn’t seen him move from his spot wedged in the back of the cage, his deep brown eyes sullenly and apprehensively watching anyone who walked by.

So, Ingrid had ruled that dog out, knowing you would want a dog that would be up for doing activities with you.

Now, though, he was looking at you intently, his ears perked up on his head.

“Hi, buddy,” you whispered, crouching down in front of the cage. He didn’t retreat further into himself, like he had done when Ingrid had watched the workers interact with him. He didn’t get up either, but he did scoot himself just a bit closer to you. Ingrid and Mapi stopped, exchanging looks, before they turned to the worker.

“That’s Scout. He is very shy, and isn’t very receptive to anyone.” She explained, looking at you with pity, knowing the look on your face was one that meant you were already attached to him.

“Can I meet him?” You asked, not looking away from the dog.

Mapi opened her mouth to get you to move on but Ingrid nudged her, shaking her head. There was something about the way the dog was looking at you. Almost hopefully.

“Of course, but he probably won’t let you near him. He’s like that with everyone, so don’t be offended.” The worker explained.

You moved out of her way as she opened the door, before you carefully stepped in, taking a seat just inside the door against the wall. You regarded Scout carefully, watching as he sniffed the air in between the two of you with interest.

“Hi Scout.” You said, holding your hand out for him to sniff.

Mapi and the worker expected the dog to recoil, curl back up into a little ball in the corner of the room as far away from you as he could get. Ingrid wasn’t quite sure what she was expecting, but it wasn’t what occurred.

Slowly, Scout got to his feet, stretching carefully before he padded softly forward, still very tentative, and sniffed your hand.

All three of the adults outside the cage watched, astounded, as Scout gave your hand a lick. They all jumped, startled, when he bounded forward and launched himself at you. All three women flinched, expecting the worst from him. Instead of a surprise attack, though, he planted his paws firmly on your legs, and began eagerly licking at your face. His tail began to wag, and he looked like a completely different dog as you began to run your fingers through his fur.

You were laughing, trying to get him to leave your face alone, and the sound seemed to only make him happier, only make him more eager.

“Scout, no,” you laughed, pushing his head away gently.

The other workers had come over to watch, and they were in complete awe when Scout stopped licking your face, and plopped down on the ground next to you, resting his head in your lap. Scout was famous at the shelter for not listening. He knew his name, clearly, but the dog didn’t follow any instructions. Ever. They thought he hadn’t been trained, but it appeared he just had been waiting for the right person to tell him what to do.

You continued to pet his head, smiling down at him as he let out a very contented sigh, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. Everyone in the building knew very well that there was nothing to be done, now. Scout had chosen you. And you’d chosen him.

When you looked up at Ingrid and Mapi, the biggest smile on your face that they’d seen in a long time, neither of them could have even thought about saying no.

You left the shelter that day with a very sweet new friend. He was perfect for you, truly. His breed was known to be energetic which was good for all the activities you liked to do. He was loyal, smart, and almost painfully adorable. You loved him instantly. And as Ingrid watched you both through the rearview mirror on the way home, she knew you’d made the right choice. There was something in his eyes that made our sister sure that he’d take care of you. Call her crazy, but dogs were weird like that, and she couldn’t help but think that this little guy had ended up in a shelter so he could someday be yours.

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Scout was attached at the hip to you, having decided that you were safe, and though he slowly got used to Ingrid and Mapi, you were his person.

And while Mapi understood that you loved him and he loved you, she wasn’t sure she could quite get over the change he brought to the house. He was slightly clumsy, always bumping into things and tripping her. He slept with his mouth open, and made little sounds as he snoozed, which bothered Mapi to no end. It grossed her out that he slept on your bed, and that he always tried to lick her legs when she came back from a run.

Mapi wasn’t a dog person. She tolerated Scout, but she didn’t think she’d ever enjoy him, or be thankful for him.

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Her biggest fear going into the whole dog thing, though, was that Bagheera would be upset. What actually happened was almost… worse, in Mapi’s opinion.

The damn cat refused to hate the dog. No hisses. No well placed smacks to the nose with her paw. The first few days, Bagheera ignored him completely, though he was very intrigued by her. He wanted to be best friends, and she would have preferred to pretend he didn’t exist.

After they spent more time together, though, it appeared that Bagheera warmed up to the clumsy dog, much to Mapi’s disdain.

You and Ingrid caught her giving Bagheera a stern talking to one morning, after finding her curled up on the couch next to Scout.

“You are not supposed to like dogs, Bagheera. It is against the rules. And you’re leaving me all alone here. I cannot be the only one that hates the stupid dog. He’s too big and too furry and too messy.” She ranted, scooping some food into Bagheera’s bowl. You and Ingrid tried to withhold your laughter from where you were standing in the hall just outside the kitchen, but were unsuccessful.

A small giggle escaped you, and it was such an absurd sound that you and Ingrid burst even further into laughter, stumbling into the kitchen and right into the path of one very embarrassed, and very annoyed, Spaniard. She glared at you both, only sending you both into another fit of laughter, until you drew the attention of Scout, who clambered into the kitchen, wagging his tail like he always did when you laughed.

“Oh perfect, now he’s going to make fun of me too.” Mapi scowled, crossing her arms over her chest in a very pouty manner.

“We’re not making fun of you, María, I promise,” Ingrid began, avoiding eye contact with you so as not to laugh again.

“You’re not?” Mapi asked, the crease in her forehead relaxing just slightly.

And at the same time as Ingrid went to respond, Scout decided to use his voice as well.

“No!” Ingrid said.

“RUFF” Scout barked, his tail now wagging furiously as you collapsed to the floor, laughing so hard your stomach hurt.

Ingrid tried to keep it together, really, but the prolonged eye contact with her furious partner proved to be too much, and she covered her face with her hand, body shaking silently.

“I hate you all.” Mapi said grumpily, picking up Bagheera, who gave a disgruntled meow, and jumped right out of her arms. The cat walked slowly over to her new friend, standing right next to him, as if to make a point. “Traitor.” Mapi called, before storming out of the room.

She shook her head at the loud laughter now erupting from the kitchen, and the occasional barks that joined it. She did wonder, though. Bagheera was a good judge of character. If she liked… him. He couldn’t be that bad, could he?

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Ingrid was annoyed that Frido wanted to have a sleepover with you and not her. Mapi was annoyed because Ingrid was annoyed, and Scout was furious that you’d left him behind. He laid by the door for a solid hour, seemingly flabbergasted that you’d left with an overnight bag… and without him. Didn’t you know that he was supposed to be the light of your life?

Eventually, though, he got tired of the doormat, and sulked into the family room where Ingrid and Mapi were watching a movie. He walked past Mapi, barely giving her a second look, before he jumped up on the couch without being invited, settling his head on Ingrid’s leg and sighing dramatically. Ingrid didn’t even flinch, just began to slowly stroke through the soft fur on the top of his head.

“Ahem.” Mapi said, clearing her throat rather obviously.

“Yes?” Ingrid asked, giving her girlfriend an amused look.

“Dog. Dog on the couch.” Mapi said, looking exasperatedly at her girlfriend.“Without being invited. Ingrid, we have rules, the dog is not supposed to come on the couch unless he’s invited and I did not invite him.” Mapi whined, growing more annoyed when Ingrid just smirked at her.

“He’s always invited when I’m up here, right Scout?” Ingrid cooed, smiling down at the dog when he began to wag his tail.

Mapi rolled her eyes, but dropped the issue. She did scoot over, though, right up next to Ingrid, resting her head on the Norwegian’s shoulder, in an almost territorial fashion. Ingrid noticed, and smirked, but chose not to say anything.

That one instance aside, there weren’t really any issues until it was time for bed, and Ingrid and Mapi were already under the covers, finishing the last steps of their nighttime routine. They had left your bedroom door open, expecting that Scout would sleep in there, as he normally did.

He walked right in through their bedroom door, though, over to Ingrid’s side of the bed. He looked at her, then, his big brown eyes looking hopefully up at her.

“No. Ingrid, no.” Mapi said, seeing very clearly what Scout wanted.

“Mapi, he’s just a baby,” Ingrid said, unable to say no to the very adorable face staring at her.

“He’s not a baby! He’s at least 3! That is 21 in dog years. A 21 year old does not need to sleep in our- INGRID NO.”

Ingrid had very slyly patted the bed, inviting Scout up, though she made sure he laid at the very edge of the bed.

“Make him get off.” Mapi whined, glaring at her girlfriend.

“Oh, he’s fine, María, he’ll stay right there, won’t you, buddy?” Once Ingrid used the baby voice on him, Mapi knew there was no changing her mind. She sighed deeply, laying down and begrudgingly opening her arms for Ingrid to snuggle into, ignoring the grin on her partner’s face.

“Goodnight, María, I love you,” Ingrid whispered into Mapi’s neck.

“Love you too.” Mapi replied grumpily, causing a small laugh to fall from her girlfriend's lips.

Scout remained at the edge of the bed for maybe 10 minutes before he moved a little closer to the women.

10 minutes later, a little bit closer.

When Ingrid and Mapi drifted off, he’d migrated up the bed, until his head was resting on one of Ingrid’s legs, and he had a paw on one of Mapi’s.

And when Ingrid woke up the next morning? It was to discover a wide awake Mapi staring at her, and a very sleepy Scout still passed out.

“Did you sleep well?” Ingrid tried, fighting back a smile.

“Don’t even try. We are burning these sheets.” Mapi said, shifting just slightly in an attempt to dislodge the dog that was tucked perfectly under the covers up against her, his head resting on her pillow. It looked like they were cuddling, and Ingrid wished more than anything in the world that you were here to see it. “He is never allowed up here again.”

“He’s sweet, María, really,”

“Never. Again.” Mapi said, her eyebrows furrowed adorably.

Ingrid knew that probably wouldn’t last, if the way Mapi was subconsciously petting the dog’s head was any indication, so she let it go for now, knowing it would just be a matter of time before Scout had Mapi wrapped around his finger.

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And really, if there was a way to Mapi’s heart, it was through the two Norwegians in her life, that she loved very deeply. She tolerated Scout because he took care of her sol, and she’d come to love him, too, for the same reason.

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You’d been doing so much better the past month or so. Knowing that you were here to stay had done wonders for your mental health, the threat of going back to Norway no longer hanging over your head. That didn’t mean that everything was perfect, though.

You still had doubts, still sent yourself spiraling sometimes when you thought too much. Particularly about your mom.

It was her birthday. Ingrid had assured you that you didn’t need to say anything to her, not if you didn’t want to. That had felt okay for most of the day. It was when you were left to your own devices, though, that you began to overthink, and began to doubt.

She’d missed your birthday and she hadn’t cared. You pictured her face, though, everytime you closed your eyes. Not her face, but her face. Nice Mom’s face. The mom that loved you, the mom that cut the crusts off your sandwiches, and held your hand when you crossed the street. Maybe this mom had never really existed, maybe she had just been… doing the bare minimum. Still, though, you’d spent many years thinking that she’d loved you. And you spent many more years wondering how you could get Nice Mom back.

It was Nice Mom you thought about that evening, while Ingrid and Mapi were off at a match. You’d stayed back, having an endless amount of homework to complete. This proved to be a mistake, and you knew that the minute you began to breathe a little too hard. The minute the thoughts started returning, the ones that told you that if your mother didn’t love you, no one would. The ones that told you that you were unwanted. Unlovable. Too much trouble. Not worth it. Bad. Bad bad bad.

You didn’t notice that you were crying until Scout was licking the tears off your face, and you didn't notice you were shaking until you began to pet him and your hands trembled against his fur.

It still felt unnatural to ask for help, to not just deal with it yourself. But in the time that you’d been accepting comfort and love from Ingrid and Mapi, it seemed that you no longer could deal with it yourself. You needed them, all of a sudden, which was a thought terrifying in and of itself. Still, you pressed the call button before you could think too hard, hoping more than anything that the match was over, and that your sister would answer.

“Hi Solstråle! We’re on our way home. What’s up?”

“How far are you?” You mumbled, shutting your eyes tightly and gripping onto the duvet cover under you.

“About 10. Is everything okay?” Ingrid asked, a touch of concern entering her voice. It was dumb, but she’d scored a goal today, which wasn’t a regular event, and the fact that you hadn’t commented on it when you were the first to celebrate her goals was slightly worrying.

“No. I- I can’t-. No, please hurry.” You told her, biting your lip as it trembled, wishing you could just be strong enough for yourself for once.

“Oh, honey.” Ingrid said sympathetically.

“We’ll be there as soon as we can, mi sol, I promise.” Mapi said, hitting the accelerator until she was definitely speeding. “How bad is this one?”

“Bad. Can’t breathe.” You whimpered, digging your nails into your leg in a desperate attempt to ground yourself.

“We’re right here, solstråle, you’re okay, I promise.” Ingrid said, desperate to help in any way she could.

Now, all that could be heard over the speaker was your rapid breathing, and both girls knew you were past the point of being able to respond. They took turns talking to you, with no confidence that it would help. When you got like this, you needed physical contact to bring you out of it, a fact they were well aware of.

What they didn’t know, though, was that Scout had taken matters into his own…paws, apparently unimpressed with your grounding technique. Or, maybe he could just sense your distress, and did the only thing his rather small brain could think of. First, he put his head on your leg, a regular position for him to lay, and you barely noticed it. Then, though, he put a paw up as well. It wasn’t until he had both paws resting on your leg, licking your skin every so often, that you opened your eyes and looked down at him. He looked completely relaxed, and in a truly miserable shot in the dark, you began to run your fingers through his fur.

It was soothing, the soft fur and the steady beat of his heart under you. Amazingly, you could feel yourself trying to slow down your breathing, feeling yourself calming down just slightly. Enough that you could try the techniques you’d learned in therapy, and enough that you registered when the front door opened downstairs.

Help had arrived, but you weren’t quite sure you needed it anymore.

Ingrid and Mapi rushed up the stairs, expecting you to be in a state they’d only seen a couple times, but hated nonetheless. Instead, they were greeted with the sight of you on your bed, Scout sprawled across your lap, though he was much too big for it, a much calmer look on your face than made sense.

You gave them a weak smile, looking down at Scout, who, in turn, looked at them. He was just a dog, but his eyes were expressive, and Ingrid could swear he was judging them for leaving you home alone on such a day. Ingrid knew, almost instantly, how you’d managed to calm down without them.

Mapi evidently came to the same conclusion, because when her and Ingrid took their spots on either side of you, pressing kisses onto your forehead, and wrapping you up in a tight hug, Mapi focused first on Scout.

“Buen chico, Scout” she murmured, smoothing the fur on the top of his head. You and Ingrid exchanged smiles, while Mapi focused on the soft fur under her hand, and the protective way in which Scout laid across your legs. She decided, then, that maybe he wasn’t so bad. She could do more than tolerate him, if he was this effective. And tomorrow, she decided, you were going to the pet store and picking out a new toy for him. And maybe a couple treats.

Anything for her sol, and apparently, anything for your Scout.

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