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charade, stanley donen |1963|
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Mesdames arrêtez votre obstination à plonger dans la haine 🙏
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this feels like a miniature . . . . #photography #canon #niftyfifty #50mm #holà #valencia #buenasnoches #lightroom (at Estació de MetroValència - Benimàmet) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ccp9vDkNcDp/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Je suis à la recherche d’un appartement pour ma fille et je voulais voir si vous aviez une maison de disponible à partir de la fin du bail et je voulais vous dire que si vous pouviez m’envoyer votre nom et adresse s’il vous dire si c’est possible merci t merci à vous bonne soirée à bientôt au plaisir et à très vite merci de votre retour cordialement Mademoiselle Madame Madame of Paris and I am not a good man force to be a and a good man to the Lord I am not sure what you are doing
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Impossible Love Resists Best
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Hi guys ♥
First of all, can we talk about this gif please?
It’s from this request that I received like an eternity ago, sorry?
Summary : How to survive when your super-protective-intrusive older sister aka Patri Guijarro discovers that you have an affair with one of your teammates.
TW : Swearing, !GuijarroReader
Enjoy and tell me what you think about this one :)
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We can’t really say that Patri is the one you better get along with between your other brothers and sisters. Even if you were born two years after her, you don’t have quite the same tempter. You were four children in the family and the only thing that brought you and Patri together was football. You never liked seeing her meddle in your affairs or wanting to control every parts of your life.
So when she found herself playing at FC Barcelona in 2015, you were pretty relieved. You chose Atletico Madrid some months after her departure, just to stay in Spain but not follow her steps. Your call to the Spanish national team, however, more or less forced you to play together from time to time. When your contract with Atletico ended and you had to make a choice, you hesitated for a long time before accepting the offer from Barcelona. Seeing your sister every day honestly made you hesitate a lot. It was one thing to support her at family celebrations, but it was another to have her in everyday life.
So, before you agreed, you asked Alexia Putellas for advice. You play together on the national team and she knows Patri very well. You knew Alexia would take your opinion into consideration and think about the well-being of her team before anything else. After much discussion with her, you finally agreed and arrived in Barcelona in the summer of 2022.
And finally, everything went rather well. You didn’t spend too much time with your sister, preferring to train with Salma, Ingrid and Mapi or Lucy. Unlike Patri, you went to the World Cup in Australia and even though it caused some tense discussions between you two, it never changed your way of seeing things.
Apart from the ideals and your desire to change things, you had to admit that there was something else that made you want to fly to kangaroo country. I mean, someone.
This someone who wakes up gently at your side, opening her delicious chocolate eyes.
You and Ona met during your first selection for the Spanish adult team. It wasn’t until after Euro 2022 that you got together. A sweet way to console yourself for your defeat. But, concerned about your sister’s reaction, you decided to keep this relationship hidden. When Ona was still in Manchester, it wasn’t too complicated. You talked a lot by messages or by Facetime and since the Federation used to always make the same pairs for hotel rooms, you took the opportunity to find yourself at those times.
You were afraid that Ona’s arrival in Barcelona would change things, but not at all. The beautiful brunette took an apartment five minutes walk from yours, finding you the excuse to carpool very often. Nobody suspected that if you came together sometimes, it was because you spent the night together. In truth, since Ona is in the same city as you are, you have trouble spending time away from her.
"Holà" Ona mumble before turning in her back to stretch her body.
Her movement brings down the sheet on her body and you don't hesitate to let your eyes slide on her. When you go up to her eyes, she arched an amused eyebrow and you offer her a guilty smile.
"Don’t start like this, or we will never get there on time"
"I’m not even sorry"
You give her an angelic smile that makes her laugh and you get closer to her to curl up against her, your head on her chest. The regular beating of her heart makes you doze again, unless it's her nails that massage your skull. You hums and close your eyes, getting yourself comfortable.
"Do you have anything to do today? After training?"
"Pina is planning to kidnapp me to go shopping"
You roll your eyes as Ona giggle. You hate shopping. You hate looking for something for hours, only to realize that what you liked is no longer available in the right size. You hate people in stores who go half crazy and having to lug a dozen bags to your parked car 20 minutes walk away makes you want to kill someone.
"And you?"
"Nothing, maybe I'll go see my parents"
You hums one more time and begin to stroke Ona's arm. This is maybe your favorite part of her body, you have a thing with her arms and hands. You both stay like this for twenty minutes, before you need to prepare yourself for training. Like many other times, you arrive together in the car park and go together to the changing rooms. But, in order not to draw the attention of your teammates to your relationship, you and Ona decided to spend as much time together visually as with others. Because outside of FC Barcelona, it’s clear that Ona is the one you spend the most time with.
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Celebrating a team victory at a local bar, you find yourself stuck between Mapi and Lucy. Usually you refuse this kind of party, knowing that Patri is there almost every time. And besides, Ona has a reputation for leaving early, so she can discreetly join you at home without it appearing strange. The only time you left one of these parties together, you were surprised by Alexia while you were kissing in Ona’s car, unable to keep your hands to yourself after restricting yourself all evening. The blond was looking for you to give you back the jacket you had forgotten.
This makes her the only person who knows about your relationship and she promised not to get involved, even though she advised you to talk to Patri before she found out for herself.
You were drinking alcohol-free cocktail, not wanting to have a headache tomorrow morning.
"I'm booooored" Mapi whines, letting herself go of the backrest. "I need an occupation. Why don’t we find you someone, Mini-Guijarro?"
You grimace at the nickname you hate, seeing Ona tense on her chair a few meters from you. Not wanting to be the second Guijarro, you actually go with your first name on your jersey for example.
"Go dancing with your girlfriend, you dork" you answer smiling at Mapi, sipping your drink.
"Are you annoying my little sister?" Patri ask sitting on the free chair in front of you. "That’s one thing I have reserved for myself, you know?"
Mapi laugh as you roll your eyes. The blonde sits more upright and leans on the table explaining her action plan to Patri.
"I thought we could find someone for your sister."
"Are you joking? She’s a baby" Patri replies coldly, killing the fun.
"What are you talking about? She’s not a 12 years old anymore"
Your frown and take a quick look at Ona. She's looking at you too, but like some other girl around your table. Mapi had raised an eyebrow and Patri was about to respond to her before Lucy does it first.
"Why don’t you stop talking about her like she’s not here?"
Both decided not to add anything, at least for the first few seconds. This gives you time to shoot a look and a smile to thanks Lucy, who answers you with a wink.
It’s exactly for this kind of thing that you never talked about your relationship with Ona to Patri and for which you never talked about your love life with her. She knows you have a preference for women, but that’s all. She never even knew the name of one of your girlfriends. Not that you’ve had dozens, but still.
"Do you know she’s a footballer and not a nun, at least?"
Mapi comes back, getting your sister’s attention and you sigh.
"What do you mean?"
Looking kind of angry, Patri crossed her arms on her chest and looks at Mapi with a bad air. Mapi seems determined to change her mind and let you have a sentimental life, perhaps imagining that Patri’s opinion has already prevented you from doing something.
"She’s young, pretty hot and I’m sure that if she wanted to she’d walk out of here with several phone numbers."
"Just because you used to sleep around at the time doesn’t mean everyone does. And don't go there or I'm sure Ingrid would love to learn that you call one of your common friend hot."
Mapi’s amused look becomes a black stare and you decide that the line had been crossed. You get up from your seat, glaring at your sister, raising your voice maybe a little too much than you hopped.
"Enough. Can you stop two minutes of disrespecting people, Patri? I do what I want, when I want, with whom I want. It's not for you to say what is good for me, as if you were interested enough in me for that, other than to remind me all the time that you do everything better than me. You’re just so pathetic. Leave me the fuck alone."
Moving away from the table, you realize that Ona is no longer in her seat but you find her leaning on the bar, in the company of others of your teammates. Going through the dance floor, you intercept Ingrid and advise her to go and get her girlfriend before her and your sister kill each other. Then you finally join the bar and settle down next to Ona.
You meddle in the discussion a few minutes before discreetly shifting your attention to Ona. Your hand found her fingers under the bar and you clenched them discreetly to draw her attention to you.
"Are you okay?" you ask her gently.
"Yeah. The comment about your sentimental possibilities was a little too much"
You make a grimace, frustrated not to be able to take her in your arms to reassure her properly. You stay immersed in her eyes for a few more moments and you realize that you no longer want to stay. You want to go home, your sister’s behavior has greatly annoyed you and you want to talk about it to Ona, too.
"As soon as someone leave, we're leaving too" you decide.
Ona nods and she had the time to finish her drink before Lucy and Aitana decided to leave. You jump at the chance and tell the others that you’re coming home too, followed by Ona. The four of you go out after saying your goodbyes, yourself carefully avoided your sister’s gaze, and it is with great relief that you breathe fresh air from the outside. Ona and you said goodbye to the two others women and went to your car.
"My sister is the dumbest person on earth" you groan angrily, barely the door of the car closed behind you.
Ona smiled sympathetically, but said nothing. She didn’t want to add fuel to the fire, knowing how tense your relationship with Patri has been since you were little. It’s not the first time you’ve complained about it and you’ve already told her a lot. But the way she’s behaving with you makes you half crazy, not to mention she’s even starting to talk badly to your mutual friends now. Mapi and Patri being apparently still in the bar when you left, you imagined that Ingrid’s intervention must have been saving the night.
You relax a little when you feel Ona’s hand on yours. She searches for some seconds on her phone a playlist that will suit you both and the rest of the trip is done in silence. You obviously notice that your girlfriend is also lost in her thoughts, but you prefer to wait until you are at home to question her.
When you arrive home, you both go to the kitchen to drink a glass of water before making a jump in the bathroom to shower before returning to your bedroom. There, you draw Ona against you and you let a new silence settle. You shiver when you feel her draw random shapes on the skin of your belly and even if the feeling is more than pleasant, you decide to attract her attention by raising her chin in your direction.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"I was just wondering what would happen the day Patri heard about us" Ona said, shrugging.
"You saw what she said earlier, it’s clear that she will take it badly."
You sigh and gently shake your head. She’s your sister, she’s supposed to want your happiness, right?
"Yes, that’s, okay. But us?"
"I don’t understand your question Hermosa"
Eyebrows slightly gathered, you watch Ona sit on your lap and you automatically place your hands on her thighs.
"I’m going to ask you the most selfish question in the world." Ona looks embarrassed, but you smile at her and beckon to continue. "If she tells you to stop our relationship, what would you do?"
The answer seems obvious to you, but you quickly realize that in Ona’s mind this is not necessarily the case. Perhaps it comes from the fact that his parents and brother have never behaved in a way other than that of a loving and supportive family.
"I'm not going to listen Ona, obviously. This option isn't even a possibility."
"Really?"
"Really."
With this you smile and draw her against you again to put your lips on hers. The shyness displayed on your girlfriend’s face squeezes your heart and you resent Patri a little more to impose this kind of doubts. During the kiss your hand is placed on her cheek and you caress her tenderly with your thumb when you speak again.
"I don’t want to lose you, Ona"
"Me neither, Princesa"
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The next morning, it’s with a better mood that you wake up. When you look at your phone, you realize that your sister tried to call you last night, but you decide to ignore this information for now. You put on an underwear and a t-shirt of Ona, trying not to make any noise and not to wake up the pretty brunette who still sleeps peacefully. You know she usually wakes up quickly once you’re out of bed, but you still have hope that you can make her breakfast before she joins you.
You rummage through your kitchen, realizing it might be time to go shopping, but you end up finding everything you need. The avocado toasts are ready and you were finishing your scrambled eggs when Ona startles you by jumping on your back. The cry you utter is far from advantageous to you, but you cannot hold back your smile when you hear Ona’s laughters.
"Don’t scare me like that!"
"Sorry" she laughs again before putting a kiss on your cheek and coming down from your back.
You cast an amused glance at her before turning in her direction with a plate in each hand.
"Mrs’s breakfast is served"
"It’s Miss until I’m married, thank you" she smirks, taking her plate from your hand.
"Watch out, Batlle."
She stick out her tongue at you and you roll your eyes before following her on the sofa in the living room, where you have the habit of having breakfast, with a music channel on. The discussion between you two is easy and playful, plans to go to the beach being even made since you have the day off. As a local, Ona knows exactly where to go to avoid the world. And doing a little road has never been disturbing for you. You love your trips with your cars, make with laughter and songs of your adolescence shouted out loud.
Your plates and glasses finished, you turn to Ona.
"Have you eaten enough?"
You ask while looking at her, lazily stretching. The dishes will wait a little while before being made.
"Not really" said Ona in a dreamy way. "I think I wouldn’t mind a dessert"
You barely have time to realize what she means that she jumps on you (literally) and you find yourself lying all along on the couch, your hands stuck in Ona’s above your head.
"Oh. This kind of dessert" you laugh, although your laugh get stuck in your throat when you feel her lying on you to deposit open-mouth kisses in the hollow of your neck.
She knows exactly what to do and you feel waves of shivers and heat running through your entire body. You lose your feet when you feel her add bites to her kisses, not enough to leave marks, but enough to set your skin on fire.
You finally manage to free your hands and this manage to satisfy your need to feel Ona’s skin on yours. The t-shirt she was wearing found itself carelessly thrown on the ground somewhere, soon followed by yours. The warmth of her body against your skin gives you incredible sensations and you let her body slide between your legs to feel her even closer to you. Grabbing her head with both of your hands, you kiss her, trying to show her all the emotions she makes you feel. Judging by the moan she lets out, it must be pretty convincing.
Your living room being the first thing visible once the front door of your apartment is passed, it would have been almost impossible to try to hide somewhere. You know you would have tried anyway if you had realized earlier that your front door was opening. Yet you and Ona just have time to turn your heads to find out that the intruder is no one but your sister. To whom you had the stupidity to give the double of your keys, on the insistence of your mother.
Your first reflex is to roll Ona behind you and sit in front of her to hide her nakedness, not particularly wanting your sister to see your girlfriend like that.
"What are you doing here?" you ask.
The number of times Patri has set foot here is counted on the fingers of the hand. That she passed without even taking the time to warn you is surprising, but the one who is the most surprised of the three is probably Patri herself. Wide-eyed, she seems about to drop the paper bag with the logo of the local bakery.
You take advantage of her shock to pick up your t-shirts and get dressed and that’s where Patri restarts. You even wonderif she realized in the first instance that the person with whom you were exchanging a kiss qualified Pegi 18 was actually Ona.
"What the fuck is going on here?!"
She’s angry, of course. The bag of the bakery is thrown on a piece of furniture and when you hear her raise your voice, you get up from the sofa to be at her height. By an alignment of the stars you are taller than her by a few centimeters and you thank the nature of this gift, knowing how impressive Patri can be when she's angry.
"Don’t yell at me, you’re at my house, not yours"
"Shut up! You’re so stupid. Just to stand up to me about last night you had to take someone home? And one of our other teammates?"
The statement is so unexpected that you find yourself speechless for a few seconds. You never imagined for a second that your sister would think that you and Ona were just a one-night stand. But it's especially the fact that she imagines that it turns once again around her that annoys you.
"Out of all the girls in the bar you chose Ona? How can you be so immature?"
"And I'm the immature one now"
You’re laughing, nervously of course. You are so angry that you feel your hands shake, but you manage to keep a certain degree of calm when you feel Ona gently settling her arm on you. Over your shoulder, you look at her. You would have preferred to announce your relationship to your sister in better conditions, but since we were there…
However, it's Patri who speaks before you, speaking directly to Ona.
"What about you? Are you crazy or what? My little sister? Let go of her Ona or I swear that you will regret it"
Yeah, you know you’re not doing the right thing either. But the tone she speaks to the woman you love is even worse than the one she spoke to Mapi last night. And that’s all it takes to get you started.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that" you said to her sharply while bypassing the coffee table to face her.
"I came to apologize for speaking badly to you last night, but I would have been better off getting hit by a car apparently"
She keeps screaming and it starts to get on your nerves.
"This idea is tempting to me" you spit
You try to maintain your anger by talking to her coldly, teeth clenched. You feel Ona moving behind you, standing without really knowing what to do. Her presence, however, allows you to realize that it would be better to continue to try to explain yourself rather than respond to Patri’s provocations. So you take a deep breath before speaking again.
"Look, listen to me. It's not what it look like, I k-"
"Yeah, like you two weren't about to fuck on your couch."
Two seconds of astonished silence followed her sarcasm, while you realized that you correctly understood what she just said. And, so suddenly that neither Ona nor Patri had time to realize what was happening, you grab your sister by the collar of her t-shirt to get her out of your house.
"Get. Out."
You raised your voice too and push her out of your apartment with all your strength. You slam the door in her head, then grab her damn bag of croissant, open the door again to throw it in her face and slam it one more time. The neighbors will be happy.
********
Lying on the couch in Ona’s apartment after an intense workout, you’re both watching your new passion series on Netflix. You haven’t looked at your sister or spoken to her for more than a week now and you still as mad at her. You and Ona informed Alexia of the turn of events and after a long discussion with her, you decided to gradually let your teammates know about your relationship.
Most were surprised to learn this, but after seeing the different pieces of the puzzle put together, it didn't seem improbable to them. For her part, Lucy laughed, saying that she already knew and that you were not very discreet when it came to ogling the other. And Mapi slapped you in the back, certifying that you had very good taste. It made you roll your eyes and laughed Ona, but overall you are rather relieved of everyone’s reactions. Even management and the team committee were briefed and made no comments.
There was only Patri.
"I knew he was cheating on her. What a son of a bitch" grumbles Ona, eyes fixing on the screen while lying against you.
You smile and slide your lips into her hair while shifting your attention to the screen. Despite your respective fears, Patri’s behavior didn't distance you, quite the contrary. Your way of doing things hasn't changed during training or matches, both wishing to keep a distance between your professional life and your personal life.
"Language, young lady" you sing before kissing her scalp again.
You are interrupted in your viewing by your phone which starts to vibrate on the coffee table, attracting your attention. You decided not to answer, before the name of the person trying to reach you appeared. "Papi". You frown, extending your arm to grab your phone. Your dad’s not one to call, just texting with dozens of emoji every text.
After putting the episode on Pause, Ona turns on you so that she is lying on her stomach to be able to look at you. Your concern must be seen since she's also frowning.
"Holà?"
"Holà mija" your father calmly answers you, as if you were calling each other every night.
"What's happening?" you asks, not wanting to lose time.
"Nothing, I just wanted to hear you. It's been a while."
"Do I have to remind you who I got my poor lying qualities from?" you ask while bowing an eyebrow.
At the other end of the line, your father laughs softly and this makes you smile despite everything. Always a little lost, Ona questions you with a look. Unable to give her additional information at the moment, you shrug and replace tenderly one of the strands of her bun.
"Maybe, but you have your football skills from me"
"Sure. So, what's up?"
"Well... Patri called."
"Oh."
Here we are. You roll your eyes and put your phone on speakers, allowing your girlfriend to listen to the conversation. After all, she was as involved in the story as you.
"What did Lady Patri say?"
"She said that you had a fight about a random girl and that you threw her out of your apartment. And that since this day you weren't talking to her."
"Ona isn't a random girl for fuck's sake. She's my girlfriend!"
"Language young lady!"
Hearing your father take you back as you did previously almost make laugh Ona and she hides her face in your belly. It’s time for you to keep your seriousness and you bite your lip before resuming more calmly.
"She showed up at my apartment without telling me, even if we had a fight the night before and found me with Ona."
Needless to say what you were doing.
"She started yelling at me and calling me immature and she spoke to her badly, I wasn’t going to throw flowers at her anyway, was I?"
"No."
Your father’s silence lasts a few seconds and you imagine him perfectly thinking while rubbing his chin. No wonder he called you, your mother has always sided with Patri over the years. Your father is different, being the youngest of four boys, he suffered during his childhood with his big brothers. He understands perfectly your point of view and your feelings regarding Patri and her way of wanting to manage your life.
"So you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes"
Ona look back at you and you smirk, wrapping a strand of her hair around your finger.
"Since when are you both together?"
"Since the Euro, when we lost against England."
"So it's quiet serious then"
"It is Papi. I didn't want to talk about it to Patri though it's like she doesn't want me to be happy."
"I wouldn't say that, Muñeca."
You shrugs and another silence passed.
"When you say Ona, it's for Ona Batlle, verdad?"
You hums, still playing with Ona's hair.
"Oh that's good. I met her dad last summer in Australia, did you know he likes to go mushroom too?"
"I’m so glad to know you’ve got something in common with my stepfather, Papi" you laugh with Ona.
"Have you ever met him and her wife officially? I hope you made a good impression on them"
You roll your eyes one more time before giving him your answer, Ona chuckle a little before laying down on you. You relieved about this conversation, even if Patri has once again interfered in your life by mentioning your couple to your parents before doing it yourself. Your father doesn’t seem against your relationship, and he more or less informed you that your mother didn’t either. As for your other brothers and sisters, they don’t seem to care much, but that doesn’t surprise you. They were never for gossip.
********
"Can I have my kiss now?"
Smiling, you were chasing Ona along the corridors of the stadium where you train. The rain having invited itself to the party, the training ground quickly turned into fields of mud, and after a training match you found yourself thrown to the ground following a tackle of your girlfriend. That explains why your body is covered in dirt, mud and grass.
"No!" Ona laughs at you as you try to draw her against you by grabbing her by the bottom of her shirt.
She manages to escape you and starts running. Having been assigned to store the equipment, you are the last to join the changing rooms. All the others rushed to enjoy a good hot shower.
"Come on baby, at least a lovely cuddle?"
"Y/N get of of me!"
Ona isn't really running, if she wanted to escape you it would have been a long time before she would have lost you. Her speed is no longer a secret to anyone. Ona was still laughing and you grin, feeling her slap you on your hand so you drop the piece of her cloth.
"Why? It’s your fault if I’m in this state anyway"
You end up grabbing your girlfriend’s arm and pulling her against you to kiss her tenderly. Willingly letting it happen, Ona puts her arms around your neck and responds to your kiss. Knowing that no one will bother you, you gently wedge her between the wall and you. You didn’t think it could be cold and when you feel her take off quickly and shiver, you laugh softly.
"Sorry" you smile mischievously.
"More kissed and you’ll be forgiven" she whispers against your lips
You oblige easily at her request, putting your lips on hers again. Only to be interrupted by an embarrassed cough. Turning your face in the source of the sound, you discover your sister. Sighing, you take off a little of Ona, without releasing her completely.
"This is the second time, Patri. What do you want?"
"Mom would like to know if you are coming back to Palma this weekend" Patri whispers without looking at you.
You glance at Ona who is also looking at you, before answering her. The team you had to face this weekend cannot receive you because of administrative problems, the game was moved later during the season. You usually go home to your parents when you have a whole free weekend. Except this time, Ona's family invited you for Ona’s mother’s birthday and there’s no way you’re not going.
"I have already said no. Ona and I already have plans."
Patri plays nervously with her fingers before answering you. You don’t know what your mother said to her, but she seems determined to try and patch things up between you.
"Look, if it’s because of our argument…"
"Oh my God Patricia… you never learn from your mistakes?"
"What?"
She look at you, confused, and you sigh. You don't really want to talk to her, but you know that she will never let it go if you don't explain yourself.
"Not everything is about you! I can't go because we're going at Ona's Mom's birthday. Mama already knows that, are you both saying that I'm a liar now?"
"No, of course not."
"So, end of the conversation."
Without any word, you grab Ona by the hand and drag her with you in the locker room. You really need to take this shower now and forget about the interaction you just had with your sister.
********
"Are you thinking about making up with your sister or not?"
Another day, another match and you find yourself in a four-man position with Ona, Alexia and Salma. If Salma plugged in her headphones and listened to music, Ona fell asleep on your knees, leaving only you and Alexia awake for the moment.
"What do you mean?" you ask your captain curiously.
"I know you’ve never been best friends in the world, but she’s still your sister. When my father passed away, my sister and mother were my biggest support and I wouldn’t be where I am now without them."
You bite your lip thoughtfully. You have already met Alba several times and you appreciate her, she is a cheerful and devoted person to Alexia. Proud of her older sister, she doesn't mask her admiration. But what struck you every time was the way Alexia put her little sister on a pedestal. No jealousy, no unhealthy competitiveness.
"The relationship I have with Patri has nothing to do with the one you have with Alba" you point out gently.
"She's still your sister. And I know she's not perfect, but she's really trying to make the things better between you two."
You shrug your shoulders and shift your attention to the window. The train journey is long today, the opposing team being located in the north, you have almost the whole country to cross.
"If she comes to apologize, I might think about it again" you end up answering by glancing at Ona, peacefully asleep. "And not just at me."
Alexia nods with a satisfied little smile. She seems sure it’s going to happen, you’re much less so. You’ve never heard your sister apologize to anyone since she was 10, when your parents stopped asking her to apologize when something was wrong.
********
It didn’t take long for Patri to approach you and attempt reconciliation. The discussion you had with Alexia made you think a little, realizing that you may have been a little too closed to the discussion with your older sister. But you’re still hoping she’ll apologize to you first, before you tell her that maybe she was a little too cold.
You talked to Ona about it, of course. After you arrived at the hotel, you had a few hours to settle in and immediately raised the subject with your girlfriend. The latina, lulled by the love of her older brother from a young age, is obviously not against a reconciliation with Patri. She was never even angry with her, rather sad to see you tear yourself apart in this way. The catalan is definitely for family peace.
After your game, as you walk around the stadium to thank your fans and take some pictures with Lucy, you see your sister sneaking up on you, making sure she’s far enough away from the audience to talk to you.
"Would you like to come drink something with me afterwards? At the hotel restaurant?"
Surprise, you hesitate a split second by biting your lip. But when you see that Patri is about to beg you to accept, you end up nodding with a simple nod.
It’s a little nervous that you come down from your hotel room to find Patri after Ona kissed you tenderly, telling you that she is sure that everything will be fine. For your part, you just hope that no scream will ring between you two.
When you arrive, Patri is already there and beckons you to join her, which you finish by approaching with a face as relaxed as possible. You barely have time to sit down when someone come to take your order and after ordering a Coke Zero you shift your attention to your sister.
"I’m not sure where to start" Patri said, frowning.
"Maybe because of what made you ask me to come here?" you answer with a shrug.
"I don’t want to fight anymore. I know we never got along perfectly well, but it’s never been so strong"
You nod and bite your lip thoughtfully. You have to take it upon yourself to choose the right words and not provoke an argument. Because deep down, you also want things to relax with her. As Alexia said, she’s still your big sister and the same blood is in your veins.
"I’m sorry I reacted the way I did about your relationship with Ona"
You look up at her, waiting for the rest. There’s so much to discuss that you actually don’t know where to start either.
"Like you said, my first reaction was stupid and realizing that you hid your relationship for over a year because of me… First I was hurt and then I realized how stupid I was. All I wanted to do was protect you."
"I’m not three anymore, Patri. And even back then I was pissed that you wouldn’t let me do the big swing, just so you know."
A slight smile appears on your face and it is also born on the face of Patri when she realizes that you make a small touch of humor.
"I chose the wrong way. I’m sorry."
You nod again, sincerely happy to hear these words coming out of your big sister’s mouth. It's certainly time for you to tell her what you think about your behavior.
"I certainly didn’t react in the right way either. But seeing you intervene in my life regularly took away a little more patience each time. And the story with Ona was really the one thing too many, and you talked to her so bad that it drives me crazy."
"I can understand. I'll talk to her to."
Patri’s simple answer suits you once again and you relax a little, letting yourself go against the back of your chair. The night has long since fallen outside and you feel tired of the training and the match of earlier, during which you played the entire time.
"So... You and Ona, it's serious?"
You shift your attention once again to her, taking a few seconds to ensure the substance of the question before answering her.
"I’m in love with her, Patri. We managed to be close to each other when she was in Manchester but since she’s in Barcelona it’s even stronger. She’s just… I don’t know. I just know it’s her."
Patri smiled and nodded gently, before changing the subject of conversation. After about thirty minutes, without having exchanged any argument, you decide to go back to your respective rooms. You are surprised by the hug she offers you before entering her room, but you answer it nevertheless gladly.
When you arrive in your room, Ona is waiting for you, sitting at the edge of her bed. Well, one of the two beds you have glued so that you can sleep together without taking the risk of falling. Even if you always end up in each other’s arms, it remains more comfortable.
"How did it go?" asks you immediately the Catalan, her head tilted to the side to be able to better observe you.
"Good" you just answer, hoping your smile speaks for itself.
After closing the door, you approach her and sit by her side. It doesn’t take her long to grab your hand in hers and intertwine your fingers. Talking to Patri about your feelings for Ona made you realize or recall how much you love her. And how lucky you are to have her by your side. Ona is perfect for you and you love everything about her.
"What did you talk about?"
Ona’s curiosity makes you smile, but you respond willingly. After all, you never hid anything from her and you always had full and blind trust in her. That is not going to change today.
"About our childhood, the different way we see things…"
You shrug your shoulders, trying to pick up the conversation you had. It was intense but clearly necessary. You really hope that everything would be better since now.
"And about us, too" you add with a small smile.
"What did you tell her?"
"That I’m crazy about you"
Your smile gets bigger when you see Ona blushing. She also smiles and you don't waist time to break the distance between your two faces to put a kiss on her lips. It's the pure truth, even if you have never had the opportunity to reveal to her the strength of your feelings for her with simple words. You always felt like they weren’t strong enough to express how you feel about her.
"Well I hope you told her that I'm crazy about you too?" Ona smirks after the kiss.
"You can tell her later. She want to excuse herself to you too"
Ona nods, distracted by your fingers running along her hips. You didn't let her answer anything else, kissing softly her jaw and her neck, determined to celebrate your victory with her and your possible reconciliation with Patri.
********
2 Years Later
"Oh my God Patri, get out!"
A pillow flies through the room and you hear your sister laughing before she quickly closes the door. You don’t know what kind of power it is, but your sister always manages to interrupt you and Ona when things start to get interesting.
Realizing that the atmosphere is dead, you sigh and roll on your back while you were previously lying on Ona for an intense making-out session. Returning to Palma de Mallorca, to your parents for your brother’s birthday, you naturally took Ona with you. Your father loves her and your Mother seems to like her too. The bond between your families is also very good, your fathers having both quickly clicked on the many points they have in common.
"Next time we take a hotel room" you nag, making Ona laugh softly.
Smiling despite yourself, you gently lower her t-shirt that you had raised on her stomach before looking at her when she rolls on her side.
"Or we could take a small apartment here. I really like this place and if we want to change from Barcelona some days we would just jump on the plane. Not even an hour and we’re here."
"Why not" you smile softly.
She smiles back at you when you stroke her face tenderly, drawing imaginary features between her freckles. More than three years have passed and you will never get tired of her. The little box containing the ring you planned to propose to her with tonight is neatly hidden in one of your pairs of socks and you’ve actually booked a room in a local palace for the night. It's indeed out of question to celebrate your engagement in your parents' house, with your sister’s weasel or your nephews and nieces ready to land at any time in your childhood room.
"Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?" you innocently ask Ona.
"I’d go anywhere with you" smiled Ona and you kissed her one last time before you got out of bed.
You discreetly take the box and the ring, sliding it in the pocket of your jeans before joining Ona who awaits you in the corridor.
"I forgot my phone" you’re just answering her questioning look.
You take a look at it and Patri’s message informs you that everything is in place. She’s supposed to take your proposal in photo and video, so that you have a memory of that moment. All Ona has to say is yes. Despite your stress, you know her answer will be positive.
Walking hand in hand, you got lost in your thoughts and Ona is quiet too. But a glance at her informs you that she is smiling and relaxed. Her gaze on the sea returns to you and she addresses you an interrogative glance.
"Are you all right?"
You just nod with a smile, busy remembering the speech you prepared. Despite your certainty, you feel that anxiety is gaining ground and you are happy to see that the place you have designated to Patri is finally there.
"Actually, there’s something I’d like to talk to you about" you start, interrupting your walk.
In the distance, hidden behind a rock, Patri draws her camera when she sees you stop. The video is already on and your big sister is as stressed as you. If she misses what you asked her to do, she could be banned from marriage.
It's with a tender smile that Patri watches the questioning read on Ona’s face, followed by tenderness when you make your statement to her and surprise when she sees you kneeling, the famous ring presented in its case. The following photos contain the moment when you pass the ring on her finger, the one where the latin jumps at your neck and the last is that of your first kiss as fiancées.
Ona said yes, of course.
Because You and Her are forever.
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karma - part two
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how’s the meeting go?
from what i was told, horrible.
binotto fucking lost it when charles told him he'd be activating an exit clause and leaving a season earlier than intended.
oh i bet he did. did he tell him about seb?
that's the ace up the sleeve, no? no one sees it coming. and it'll be a complete shock.
except for probably lewis. i think he knows.
lewis knows everything. it doesn’t surprise me if he does know.
i expect someone to leak the news to marca in less than a day.
nice to know we both have zero faith in them being able to keep this a secret for longer than 24 hours.
it's the sainz family maxie, carlos can barely keep it in his pants half the time. there's a reason he was a top contender for the secret family rumors.
yes, but at least half of us were included in that, i remember people thinking lando was also a top contender.
don't say half of us when you weren't included in those rumors.
weren't you also accused of having a secret child with charles??
yes, but that's because suki kept calling oscar our child.
we need to meet up for dinner before the race this weekend.
oh, yes, i've been dying to try this one restaurant since last year.
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F1GOSSIP several spanish papers are reporting a break up between natalia ruiz and charles leclerc, this comes after natalia's dinner with max verstappen in mexico city. if this is true, we are in mourning and no one talk to us for the next two to four business weeks.
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user1 i don't know what's funnier the fake break up rumors, natalia grabbing dinner with max, or pierre and natalia lurking in the likes
user2 the break up rumors pop up every two to three weeks. it definitely natalia and pierre lurking
nataliaruiz for the record max made us split the bill. he was not a gentleman. charles_leclerc you need to have a word with your man over this.
charles_leclerc oh of course, date or not a gentleman always pays maxverstappen1 you literally told me, "you can't pay for me asshat, people will think this is a date!" nataliaruiz shhhh! the people don't need to know!!
pierregasly whoever wrote those articles has never been stuck in the same room as them. they are sickly in love.
charles_leclerc have you ever been in a room with you and kika?? sickly in love.
user3 do those four follow this page or something??
F1GOSSIP i can confirm pierre does follow us as well as natalia. i freaked out when i got the notifications.
user4 i thought we knew better than to trust spanish media?? 9 times out of 10 it's the sainz family spreading bullshit.
user5 we do but it doesn't stop us from overreacting or freaking out when we get the notifications. user4 those two are for real getting married and having children together
user6 unless they announce their break up i will never believe the rumors. even then i will hold on to the delusion.
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charles_leclerc holà mexico, te amo, but this was too spicy for me 😂
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user7 this man broke the internet and is posting about eating a chile in mexico
nataliaruiz this man cried after he ate the chile.
charles_leclerc stop lying. i would never cry over a chile. maxverstappen1 you cried, she sent me pictures.
pierre gasly calmar answer the phone??
nataliaruiz sorry, the old charles can't come to the phone right now. charles_leclerc why? oh, cause he's dead. pierregasly ANSWER THE PHONE?!
user8 i bet natalia helped him with the caption.
user9 the internet is in shambles but charles is still good 'ole charles
alex_albon answer your texts??
charles_leclerc tell lando to stop yelling at me?? landonorris HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US?? georgerussell63 DOES THE TWITCH QUARTET MEAN NOTHING TO YOU LECLERC??
user10 the squabbles in these comments are so fucking funny.
user11 it's the way no one seemed to know about this but natalia. user12 we can add max to the listen because he had to know.
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¡leclerc-s speaks! what do we think of michael andretti as the new team principal? i came up with the idea for shits and giggles because it would be ironic that the fia didn't want andretti in f1 and yet michael andretti still made it. the alternatives are like other drivers or just coming up with a character to be team principal. but if i were to pick a driver my mind goes to like mark webber or jenson button. apologizes, for any typos.
¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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Broken Pact
I am sorry it got a bit out of hand. Well I still hope you enjoy it.
Age 3
-Holà! I am Alba. Your plush looks cute, this is mine, his name is Raoh, What’s yours ?
-It’s Jack. I breathe out.
Alba looked confused for a second, she didn’t hear what her new friend said.
-You know Raoh is really nice. He won’t hurt him, he wants to be friends with your sheep but for that he needs to know his name.
-His name is Jack, I am Y/N. I say a little louder.
-Holà Y/N, holà Jack! Want to play on the toboggan ?
The two girls went ahead to play and spent the whole day together. At home that same time, they spent their evening talking about each other to their family.
Age 9
-Y/N! Come on! I want to play, speed up!
-Alba! Wait!
Bam, the second child fell on the floor, trying to break her fall, she put her hands before her making them hit gravel at the same time as her knees. She sat up. Her friend came back to check on her.
-Y/N are you okay ?
She got the gravel out of her knees and hands looking to make sure there wasn’t anything in the scratches.
-Mamà is gonna kill. My pants are done with the ones with grass stains, those are the third I destroy in the last weeks.
-Ouch! Yeah she will kill you ? Are you hurt? Do you want to get your scratches cleaned up ? 
-No it’s okay. It doesn’t hurt that much, let's go to the park.
The girls played in the playground imagining worlds where they were princesses or female knights, they slayed dragons, saved witches  and rejected ugly and annoying princes.
In the late afternoon, a middle aged woman came into the park, looked around, spotted them and an older girl who had arrived later and was playing football on the vacated grass field and called them over.
-Mamà!! shouted two voices. The two more similar girls came running hugging the older women.
-Holà mi hijas, said the women with a smile hugging them both and kissing the top of their head.
-Holà Senora Putellas.
-Holà Y/N, how are you doing ? Happy to sleep at ours ?
Y/N nodded excitedly.
-Oh Y/N, did you fall down ? It’s okay we are gonna clean that home okay ? And did your mamà put another pair of pants in your stay over the bag ?
-Nope, I made it myself.
-Okay in that case what about patching up your trousers yourself too. I have some funny knee patch that I created for Alexia when she kept scratching up her pants just like you. Come on girls let’s go we have things to do and your dad is waiting at home for his girls.
Age 14 
-Mamà, can I go see Y/N ?
-Wow are you sick ? Teased Eli.
-Why ?
-Well normally you don’t ask ?
-So ? Can I go ?
-Sure just come back for dinner and if she is alone at home. Invite her, okay ?
-Ok.
Alba went out, crossed the street in diagonal two houses down the street and knocked at the door and turned the handle down pushing the door open. Like usual the door opened without resistance, she went in and took the stairs opening the first door on the second floor. She let out a muffled scream and went completely still from shock.
-What the heck did you do to your hair ?
-Oh! That well it was annoying when I played football so I cut it short ?
-Are you asking me or telling me ?!
-Well telling you.
-Did you really have to cut that short ? You look like Alice Cullen with blond hair in twilight!
-Hey she is hot, I don’t have a problem with that.
-Yeah well you don’t have Ashley Greene physics so… It’s just weird. Actually it might be even shorter than Alice Cullen pixie. Who cut it ? 
-Me. Mamà said  I did the quote sign in the air “there is no way she would let me cut my hair” so I took scissors and cut myself, then she took me to a hairstylist so they could do damage control.
-You are an idiot. Alba deadpanned.
-Yeah, yeah but now it’s out of the way. Okay. One stop looking at me like that. And two what are you doing here ?
-Oh yeah right.
Alba threw herself on Y/N’s bed, and sighed. Y/N dropped her pen on her notebook and abandoned her Math problem to pay attention to her best-friend. Alba began talking into the pillow, which muffled everything she said. Y/N leant over her bed to take an old sheep plush on the shelf above her bed, she put it next to the pillow facing Alba, who had followed the shift in the air and was now looking at the sheep.
-Holà Alba, it’s Jack remember me ? Y/N and me we didn’t understand **** of what you said so could you repeat please ? said Y/N in a funny voice. 
Alba smiled and took Jack laughing.
- I said that Matteo asked me to be his girlfriend.
-We are fourteen, said Y/N dumbfounded.
-No shit. Fourteen, it’s teenagers love don’t you think.
-Uh maybe, what are you gonna do ? asked Y/N bringing her knees up to her chest and put her heels on the seat of her chair.
-Well since a bit of time now, I know that Ale is going out with one of her teammates and you remember the new girl at school. The cute girl from class B.
-Yeah, I remember her. She is in the volleyball team too.
-Oh I didn’t know that, well I think I have a crush on her. Do you think I should ask her out ?
Y/n shrugged, an annoyed look passed on Alba who opened her mouth but was stopped by Y/n’s hand going on the back of her neck and began rubbing it, thinking. Alba closed her mouth and waited.
-I think that, what you want and how you want to do is what you should focus on. But, she looked at Alba sternly, you should be clear with Matteo. And maybe try to befriend the poor girl before you jump on her. But you know we are young, we should experience obviously.
-Oh so you have your eyes on someone ? teased Alba.
-Ass. You know that I don’t care about that. I want to beat your sister in juggling, that's my only objective right now. Now let me do my homework and you do yours too.
-Yeah yeah football, I know. If I help you with Maths, you help me with English ?
-Like always right ?
They smiled at each other and installed themselves respectively on the bed and on the desk.
Age 17
-Love is stupid!
-Don’t say that, Sergio was just a bump in the road of life.
-He was an asshole.
-Hey! That’s my brother, that you are talking about. But he was kind of a jerk. But Louisa I told you not to get with him. 
-You told me! That’s your excuse, he cheated on me and you knew it! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. He always made stupid excuses to not show up when he did make them and you covered for him like nothing was going
-It’s not that big of a deal, and he is my brother.
-And I am your best-friend. We have known each other since primary school. Does that mean nothing to you?
Louisa's question was met with silence.
-You are trash! Just like him! I don’t want to see you ever again!!! I can’t believe it!
-Louisa, wait.
Alba tried to stop her friend from going and looked bewildered at her other friend.
-Don’t, not right now Albs.
-Sof… Aren’t you going to go after her ?
-What’s the point ? I am already the bad guy. 
Sofia turned around and left in the other direction leaving behind Alba and Y/N who clearly didn’t know what to do.
-Hum, what do we do now, Albs ?
-I don’t know, Y/n/n.
After a bit, Y/n looked up at the sky and took Alba’s hand dragging her away from her spot.
-Come on, we need to go home. It's gonna rain soon.
On the phone in the evening while they were doing their homeworks that same day, Alba was more silent than usual.
-Alba what’s going on ? What’s disturbing you ?
-I am just thinking about the quarrel between Sofia and Louisa. What if it happens to us who would you side with, I don’t want to lose you. Alba almost whispered at the end.
-Well my brothers are way too young for you and I don’t have a sister so I think we are on the safe side here, laughed Y/N.
-Yeah but Alexia isn’t too old for you.
-You are crazy, I practically grew up with her and listened to you complain about her.
-Same with Louisa and Sofia.
There was a pause in the conversation.
-Alba what do you want me to do ? Asked Y/N softly.
-If I promise to never go for your siblings and exes. Would you do the same for me ?
-Like a pact ? I can, we could write it too. To act it. Make it more real.
-I am coming over.
Age 21
-Happy Birthday Alba!
-Thank you! In three days it’s yours, but for now I am gonna remind you that I am older than you on the phone for the next three days.
Y/N laughed through the phone.
-So what are you doing for your big day ? 
-Well Ale and Maps organized something I think, and this week-end we are celebrating with Mamà. So that’s gonna be fun. But apart from my birthday if I remember correctly and I do. I seem to remember that my best-friend who escaped in America told me she had a date last night so how did it go ?
- It was nice but she was more searching for a hookup than anything, and I am not sure if I want a relationship right now so we had a fun night but we won’t be seeing each other again. I mean in a few months I graduate and then I will be or drafted somewhere in America or I will return to Europe or I could go to Australia or even Sweden but to be completely honest I don’t think I could survive there, it’s too cold.
-Isn’t it cold in South Bend ?
-Well it doesn’t get super hot in summer, but it does get really cold in winter. We go in the minus here. But the real problem isn’t the cold, it’s the rain. It rains too much. I miss Spain and the sun seriously, it’s not fun Alba. I don't feel Catalonian anymore, I feel like I haven’t tan in 4 years. I am a walking corpse… no, a vampire. If I see the sun.
-You will sparkle Miss Cullen ? Sniggered Alba.
-No I will burst into flames like Vlad The Impaler dumbass.
-Who ?
-The inspiration for Dracula, dumbass.
-Oh. Madame got culture, she is studying literature. Said Alba in a funny posh voice.
The childhood friends burst out laughing, across the world from each other.
-Oh I missed this. I am sorry I didn’t take the time to call you lately Albs.
-Y/N, you send me texts practically everyday, it’s not like we didn’t call each other for years. And I didn’t call you either. The effort goes both ways you know. I didn’t take the time either. Wait, isn't it time to go to sleep, for you ? Which hours is it ?
-It’s a little past midnight, yawned Y/N.
-Bullshit, it’s two in the morning. When what she just said registered in her head Alba yelled: What the heck go to sleep Y/N!
-Yes, Mom.
-Have a good sleep, love you.
-Love you too.
Age 23
I look at my watch, and jump out of the car. I’m not late luckily, Alba wouldn’t let me hear the end of it. I am actually a bit early, I advance towards the arrivals area, since I arrived two years ago I haven’t stepped foot in the airport, it’s actually easier to go to Copenhagen. But when we discussed her stay at mine, it was easier to take her from Malmö’s airport, less minutes on the road for me after a match day. I can’t ask for more. 
When I see that her plane is noted as landed, take out the sign I made with her name on it. I remember when we were younger and we watched romantics movie I always made fun of the “”running in the airport” kind of scene and the “seeing each other after a longtime” still in a airport kind of scene, it used to drive her crazy during the movie but at the end of it she always laughed with me. I look at the corridor people filling out, joining loved ones or going out alone and the inevitable few lost ones who are looking at the panels up, trying to decipher what’s written to understand where they are supposed to go. Finally I see her turning the corner looking ahead trying to find me when she is halfway the corridor, I put the sign higher. She looks in it’s direction and a smile breaks free on her face, in a second I see her smile turning into a malicious smirk. She drops her suitcase and runs towards screaming my name, hands outstretched toward me. I shake my head laughing at her but she doesn’t stop running. My brain finally realizes that she has absolutely no intention of slowing down. I drop the sign and prepare myself for the collusion two seconds before it happens. She just jumps on me, sending me backwards, tumbling down and she lands on her feets one on each side of my waist while I am on my ass on the floor. And it hurts a lot.
-Sorry I always wanted to do that, I didn’t think this through.
-It’s okay, help me get up. My ass hurt.
She holds her hand out for me so I can get up.
-I told you all those scenes in movies where faked!
-Don’t you do those kinds of things as celebrations during matches ?
-Well I think it depends on who and well who is the one jumping and the one receiving.
She grabs her suitcase, and follows me outside to my car so we can get back to my place.
-So like it depends on the connection between the two, like Jenni and Ale. They do it because they.
I cut her off.
-A couple ? No it’s not what I mean. I mean it depends on the weight of the jumper and the muscular capacity of the “jumpee” and their balance skill.
-One they aren’t and two… ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT ?!
-No, Ass. I just don’t have the balance capacity to keep me and you upright. And maybe you should stop stocking for winter, just saying.
-Bitch. So you are just unbalanced.
-Yep. It’s here, let me just find a place to park.
After another day visiting, we were on the couch doing a puzzle. Well, I was doing it. Alba was lost in thought. I try not to stay unoccupied for long periods of time. It makes me wonder and get lost in my head and I always end up homesick. I miss speaking in Spanish and Catalàn, I miss Alba, she is the only one I stayed in touch with in Spain. I have some friends who are on the Spanish national team, but I never got called up to the senior team, and they have their own lives. We text from time to time but it stops there, well that’s not completely true. Ona came to Malmö once a year ago in the middle of winter she stayed the week-end and hightailed. She told me I could come to Manchester whenever I wanted but she would never put herself through this again.
-Are you happy ? Alba asks me suddenly. I drop my puzzle piece and look at her.
-Yes.
-Truly happy ?
-Alba, I stop at her serious face. I think about it. Take my puzzle piece back from the table and put it with the other exterior pieces I sorted out. I am not sad, I finally exhale.
-Don’t you want to wake up in the morning with a smile on your face even if it’s a normal day. Does football still make you happy ?
-Yes, I smile, it’s one of the bright spots of my day.
-I think being away from home and family is eating you up inside. I am worried about you, Y/N. Her brows are frowned in concern, even her eyes seem watery by sadness for me.
-I’ll think about it.
-No. Or you’ll never do. You need to tell your manager, sports agent whatever, that for your mental health you need to be closer to Barcelona.
I nod, and bring my eyes back to the puzzle, feeling her eyes on me I meet them. She looks at me expectantly.
-Right now ? I ask hesitantly.
-Yes, right now or you’ll never do it.
I take my phone out and search for my agent number.
-I can’t do that by phone.
-Y/N put your big girl’s pants on and do it!
I push the call button. My agent answers in a couple of minutes, asking me nicely what’s going on. When I tell him everything, he asks that we do a video call. After we talked about my last year on my contract and my performances this past two years with Rosengard which are really good. So he is gonna put a word out about it but before that I need to talk with my coach tomorrow. Apparently, it’s not gonna be a big problem and I should have talked about my problems earlier.
The next day, I give a call to my coach so we can talk about it, the rendez-vous is taken. And when the hour comes Alba comes with me, when I explain everything, they understand and tell me to take care of my mental health. I will still finish my season here obviously and if no one wants me they will always be a place for me. I left her office crying from relief, I didn’t notice it was impacting me that much.
Age 24
It’s been a longtime I hadn’t put a toe back in this airport, Barcelona is still as sunny as ever. When we discussed contracts and everything there were several clubs who reached out but I didn’t want a big club so I turned some down, I don’t want to be a bench player. Finally Rosengård agreed on a loan to Levante Las Planas, the club is in second division, and this season we are trying to get to the first one, the suits said it was the objective of this loan. At the end of the loan I’ll be a free agent and then I am free to choose where and with whom I want to play.
I take my suitcases from the carousel and step out in the august air. We are well into the afternoon hours, the sun is high in the sky and it’s not too hot today. The weather is perfect, when I close my eyes I can feel the sun’s warmth, the breeze caress my face and in the air you can smell the iodine. It smells like home, like clothes drying on lines, like warm smiles, like tickles and hugs. It smells like the sun.
-What are you doing sniffing the air ? Creep.
-Hello Alba, it’s nice to see you too. I am fine and you ?
-Your eyes are closed, and I was fine a minute ago but now I am wondering if I really want to spend a year supporting you.
I open my eyes when I feel her reach for me, we embrace each other.
-Well when you have enough of me, we will just have to stop hanging out at each other. In an instant Alba’s face turns guilty. What did you do ?
-You remember that you asked me to find an apart for you, right?
-I told you, you didn’t have to and you said you wanted to. I swear if I don’t have somewhere to sleep in a week. I will kill you.
-I found an apart but it’s actually more complicated than that. After putting my suitcases in the trunk, we got in the car without stopping our conversation.
-Someone died in it ?
-No… I don’t think so… Maybe it’s actually why it was cheaper ? Alba wonders out loud.
-So the apart ? I cut her off.
She looks at me surprised and then looks back at the road.
-Oh yeah it’s a shared flat.
-With who ?
-Me.
Silence fills the passenger compartment, I look at her. Think about it.
-If there haven’t been a death or murder in the apartment before, there will be one before the end of the month.
-So in a week, nice. I promise that I will keep my mess in my room.
-You better. But I am actually super happy to be living with you.
-Yeah! You remember when we were kids, we always said we would live together when we would be older.
The season was going well, we were in a really good position in the ranking. If we kept at it, we would advance in the first division. Next week we are gonna watch Barcelona Feminino against Real Madrid in the women’s champion’s league. Alba is super excited, well I am too. She got seats from her sister, the well known “La Reina”, best player in the world. It’s gonna be epic, she is going to the next one when Barcelona wins this one it’s for the quarter-finals after. I won’t be at that one but Alba is going with her mom, Eli. She constantly asks Alba to invite me for their family dinner on Sunday but I don’t want to impose on them so I avoid it everytime. I feel bad about it since they have always been so nice to me. But I have a fear, a complete anxiety for awkward silences. They give me cold chills. I finally open our apartment door and get inside, I advance to flick the light when I bump into something solid and hard.
-ALBAAAAAA! DIOS MIO! MIERDA! I roared. I stubbed my toe. I finish whining pitifully.
The light turn on, and I turn to find not Alba but Alexia on the doorway of her sister room and on my couch a few other Bareclona’s players, Mapi and her supposed girlfriend Ingrid cuddled on the couch waking up, and one the floor before the couch is Jenni Hermoso. And the hard stuff I bumped into is actually Leila Ouahabi, Oups.
-Huh?!
I blink a few times looking at each of them, fleeking my eyes between them and then I settle back on the most familiar one who actually hasn’t been familiar in a bit less than ten years.
-Hi Miss Putellas, Alexia. Miss Putellas. Excuse me but would you tell me where your sister is ?
-Miss Putellas ? someone laughed.
-Y/N ? She looks at me with uncertainty written on her face.
-Yes ? I answer, waiting for an answer.
-What’s going on ? asked Alba, yawning, stepping out from behind her sister in pajamas.
I look at her frowning and look at everyone and then back at her and make a face that I think explains everything.
-Oh, yeah they forgot their keys.
-Everyone ?!
-Well, Alexia’s suitcase got held up at the airport and is arriving tomorrow. Mapi and Ingrid are the same, well Maps forgot to bring her key altogether and Ingrid’s luggage is held back. Leila and Patri are flat sharing and each one of them thought the other had brought their keys. So they are calling their landlord tomorrow morning and Jenni, I actually don’t know. 
-My girlfriend forgot to give my key back to the neighbor, she is bringing it back to me in two days and in that time I am being housed by Alexia who is currently housed by the both of you. 
I nodded along to her words. I was a bit dumbfounded, don’t she have a double of her keys, don’t they all have a double of their keys.
-Hum, you don’t have a double of your keys ? Neither one of you.
-Nope, said Leila proudly and Patri nodded along.
-No but I’ll make one when I get my keys back, said Jenni.
-Yes, Alba is supposed to have it. Alexia pointedly stared at Alba who shrugged.
-I don’t know where I put it. It has a key chain with Nala’s picture on it.
I nodded, I excused myself for the noise and took my bags to my room wishing them a good night. I woke up the next day with a key chain with a dog picture on it. I knew when I went to bed that I had seen it somewhere, and it is said to sleep on it, so I did and I think I know where it is. I get out of bed, grab a hoodie and pull socks on. I carefully open my door, and advance towards the living room where all the Barcelona players are actually already awake. They salute me and I greet them back. In the kitchen, I can see Alexia at the stove.
-Y/N, please never call me Miss Putellas again. We have known each other for a longtime and it makes me feel really old, she finishes with a smile. I smile back without answering.
I advance towards the laundry area in the kitchen and look in the all-purpose drawer and get Alexia’s keys out.
-I am sorry, yesterday it was late and I was tired. I couldn’t remember where I saw them. I turn around and hand out her keys to Alexia. When she realizes what it is she smiles brightly and brings me in a hug. She kisses my temple before thanking me.
-You get double portions of pancakes just for that Y/N/N.
There was a minute of silence, we could hear a pin drop, then an uprising. Mapi, Leila, Patri and Jenni shoving each other and yelling to Alexia trying to plead the cause of their stomachs. Alba, woken up by the noise, soon joined in when she understood what it was about.
-Put the table and I’ll think about it.
I never saw Alba move that fast since reaching teenage years. Alexia’s pancakes must be something. I looked at the stove where Alexia was flipping pancakes, they did look pretty good, well rounded and fluffy.
Yesterday Barcelona lost against the Olympique Lyonnais, the only goal from Barcelona against the giant Fenottes was scored by Alexia. Everyone is saying that goal was a statement bla bla but I think she was frustrated with her team and herself and by the performance they were giving in this particular match, and that goal was just that frustration not a statement from The Best. On the other side of Barcelona, Levante Las Planas are on a really good streak and we know that being in the first division is possible next season. We have a couple other matches but we are at the end of the season, it’s feasible. Then it’s the Euro which is also a major event, but like the Champion's league I won’t be participating there. With Alba we are going on vacation after the beginning of the euro. She wants to support her sister with her mom for at least the first match then we are going to Indonesia with her girlfriend and some friends.
Judith and I were chilling on the couch. We had just finished cleaning the apartment, Judith moved in a couple months ago and I am currently looking for a new team, well my manager is, so when I know where I am going for next season Alba and her will have the apartment to themselves. Which is great for them but also for me because the walls are kinda thin.
Alba was in London with her mom, she apparently got a call yesterday and they changed their ticket to be there earlier. It’s not good news for La Reina, I personally don’t keep up with the news because they tend to be too dramatic but Judith pulls a weird face every time she unlocks her phone. I swear if that phone buzzes one more time I’m throwing it out the window, I can’t concentrate on my book and it’s a good romance!
-Holà, Alba! Is everything okay ?
I look up, Judith seems concerned. She hums and nods along her conversation with Alba, I suppose, but doesn’t give away what’s going on. Their conversation gets lengthier and lengthier, and I am getting more stressed every minute ticking. When she finally hangs up with Alba, she turns to me.
-It’s Alexia. She has done her ACL.
I feel myself getting a bit dizzy. I know better than anyone how complex those injuries are, this is the sole reason no club wanted to bet on me when I finished highschool, I had just done them too. University was my only option. Well that explains why Alba did not reach for me, she was there when I did them, it was a trauma that she shouldered me through. She is still protecting me.
-Y/N, are you okay ? You are all pale. Judith was kneeling beside me on the floor looking ready to catch me if something. She is great, Alba found a good one.
-Yeah, yeah just a bad memory.
-I am sorry, I didn’t know. 
I nodded looking through her while she went back to her place on the couch.
-What ? What didn’t you know ? I was confused after her words began making sense in my brain.
-For Alexia. A bit confused about her wording. I mean I didn’t either, you are the one who just told me. You didn’t tore her ACL, you don’t need to apologize.
-I didn’t know you were in love with her.
That’s weird. What ?! What did she just say? Brain please get back to work.
-Huh, I am not.
-But you had such a big reaction ? I thought … She did finish her sentence looking at me with a weird expression on. I think I need to explain my reaction or this is never gonna leave her mind.
-No, I did them a long time ago. It’s still a sore subject. It’s just that.
She looks back at me, raises an eyebrow while frowning slightly, then she nods and picks her book back up. I am not emotionally stupid, most of the time, before we made the pact with Alba I had already realized that Alexia was one my type and two completely out of my league. I knew my little crush would always be that, a crush without any further development. Moreover Alexia had a girlfriend at the time, then Alba asked me for the pact and I agreed; I wanted to forget my crush and I was gonna leave for the USA. I forgot about this silly crush, fell in love, fell out of love, experienced, got hurt, swore out of love and now I am back in Barcelona and I go on dates from time to time. But I do admit I haven’t gone to one in a longtime, the last one was a disaster. I do not have great conversation skills, I am not much of a conversationalist.
Alexia forced Alba to come with us to Indonesia, even if she is injured she is strong headed and not incapacitated; I think you can put some quote un quote somewhere. Indonesia it’s beautiful, cultural differences are a thing and I have been hit by it on numerous occasions. I am not sure they are too fond of homosexual so Alba and Judith keep the PDA low key, which is sad they make such a beautiful couple. If someone asks I’ll deny I ever thought it. In Indonesia people drive like madmen. I am not going behind the wheel in that crazy country, I swear I saw five people on one scooter and they klaxon all the time. It's really surprising at first. And food wise when they say it’s spicy, well it’s spicy, really spicy. The rice was red from all the spice, and I swear I have never eaten something as spicy as that tofu, I think I could have breathed fire. We visited a temple where if you didn’t cover your legs you couldn’t enter. They gave us batik tissue to make skirts with the stairs were uneven and it was dark and humid inside. We visited markets, eated more things than we should have. Insects are a really big no for me. There were two old men playing chess in one of them, it made a really good picture. We saw a wayang representation, it was mesmerizing, it’s a shadow theater with etched puppets. Then we spent a lot of time tanning and spending time on the beach. I admit I burn easier than I tan, it’s deplorable. During our vacation, my agent told me a big club was interested in me and even though I would probably not get a first spot, they wanted to play me as a super sub. When he explained every other interesting contract he told me to sleep on it and to call him back when I would reach a decision. When he began searching for a new club I told him that I wanted him to tell me about the contracts he would find ang get for me without giving me the name of the club.
-About the big club, can they reach the champion’s league ? I asked without preambule.
-Yes, you are leaning toward them ?
-Yes. Sorry, Hello, how are you doing ?
-Hahaha, I am fine. What about you ?
-I am great, Indonesia is awesome but I am worried about next season to be honest. It’s lingering in the back of my mind. I was afraid no one would want me. Now tell me, please.
-The big club, it’s Barcelona.
-How long ?
-Two years for sure, and another if both parties are satisfied. They wanted you before Alexia got hurt so do not get in your head for that. Okay ?
-Okay. Tell them I am gonna sign.
-I’ll do my job, which is also to get you a good deal. Then I will tell them you are in. Enjoy your vacation. Bye.
He hung up before I could say anything.
Where is my fudging phone, who the heck calls people that early on a sunday. Here it is, Alba I will kill her sleep is sacred, I put it down and bury my head back in my pillow. It’s ringing again.
-Alba, I swear to god. I answered the phone.
- Holà Y/N, it’s Judith sorry, but Alba heard you. I am gonna put you on the car’s speaker so we can talk.
-Oh, hi Judith sorry.
-What about me, I don’t get one.
-Nope.
-Nice, well we need your help. Like you know, today is family dinner day but with Judith we are away from Barcelona and we won’t make it back on time to get Alexia. So could you please give her a ride. I know you said you wouldn’t come like the hundred or so other times I asked you since September but Mamà wants to see you. And you are busting your ass off for Barça you need a break. 
-But I …
-Alexia doesn’t have the right to drive even if she can walk again and it’s always a source of joy for her to see the family. So if you don’t do it for Albs maybe you can do it for your capitana or for Elisabet. Say Judith slyly. The girl is good; she knows how to make me move.
-I’ll do it. When is she expecting me ?
-In half an hour would be good, like that you are gonna be early to Mama’s and can help her with cooking or play board games with her.
-Okay see you later.
I hang up and get out of bed. I turn on the coffee maker and while it whirrs I go in the shower. I get dressed, drink my coffee in a flash, I hate being late which is funny since Spanish people are known for tardiness but personally if I live by “if you are five minutes early you are on time, but if you are on time you are late.” And right now I am late. It’s the first time I actually go to Alexia’s, the team go see her sometimes but I always decline the invite. It's not that I don’t like her but I feel a bit uncomfortable when I think about going to hers, even more since Judith said I was in love with her. We see each other at the facility, she comes to see the team play before and after her recovery sessions. Woah well nice residence, but how do I get in, well I must have her phone number somewhere. I hear someone knock on my window when I am beginning to call Alexia. I look up, she is here. I hang up and get out of my car.
-Did I summon you ? I joke, when I go to greet her I hear a yap coming from around my knees. “Hi Nala, are you coming for the trip too ? Well little lady aren’t you a cutie. I am Y/N and I will be your driver for the day, little star.”
-And here suddenly I am completely forgotten. I was gonna ask you if it disturbed you if she came with us. But I feel like I should worry more about getting my dog back at the end of the day.
-No it’s not a problem at all, just the dog goes in the back seat and I hope you have a leash for the car to secure her. I must have a cover or something to protect the leather, let me search.
-I have one in my car if you don’t have one. I disappear in my trunk trying to reach for my cover, really I need to clean my trunk. It's a mess, the rest of my car is clean, nothing is laying around but the trunk; it’s Tchernobyl. “Y/N ?”
-I have it. Get in Lady Nala.
We spent the first few minutes of the drive in complete, I didn’t connect my phone to the car and I forgot to put the radio on. I never chose one so I don’t want to put it on now, we never know what we will fall on. I have been racking my brain for ideas of conversation. Football seems like an insensitive bad idea, and I don’t know her actual other hobbies, what she watches or reads. I think I am getting a brain cramp worrying like that. Saved by the phone quite literally.
-Can you ? I look at my phone then at Alexia then my car to finally get my focus back on the road.
-It’s Alba, I will connect your phone. What’s your code ?
-My birthday. It’s two days after 
-Alba, I know. She cuts me off. 
-Hello, did you get my sister ? 
-Hello evil spawn. I apologize it's offensive to your parents.
-Hi Albs. I am, I would say secure but I am still judging her driving style.
-Ah! The only thing you have to worry about with her it’s to get bored to death. She drives like a grandma. 
-Hey! It’s not true.
-I have been in the car for less than ten minutes and I tend to agree with Albs, you drive like a grandma.
-Well that’s just mean. See if you get a ride back from me. Nala gets one because she is cute but you can stay at your mom‘s. I pout jokingly.
- Well everything seems fine so I am gonna leave you and concentrate on the road. Oh one last thing Ale. Y/N probably still hasn't put a radio on so you can put her Spotify on. Usually she listens to old soft rock bands, she has a playlist named with a Smiley electric guitar you can put it on. If it's really not your thing she has your playlist for matchday and Barcelona playlist too. Enjoy your ride.
She hung up leaving me with flaming red cheeks from the corner of my eyes,  I saw Alexia search my phone after finding what she was searching she smirked.
-You did a blend with me ? It's cute and we have 84% compatibility, not bad.
-I did it with Alba too. We have a tad bit more compatibility.
-Found your playlist woah it's extensive.
-Play it on shuffle please.
The first song coming up was Brothers in Arms from Dire Straits. I absolutely love this song. It begins with a super bass solo then it slowly brings you in the deep. Actually there are a lot of Dire Straits songs in my playlist and U2 too, particularly songs from the albums Song of Innocence and War.
- These mist-covered mountains Are a home now for me Hmmmm
And you’ll no longer burn to be brothers in arms
Through these field of destruction Baptisms of fire I’ve witnessed your suffering
This song I just can’t help it. I am sorry I can’t help singing it.
For the rest of the journey when a song that I particularly liked came on I would heightened the volume and sing along to it or at least the chorus. Alexia joined me in some songs and I think I saw her take a video of me, I need to make sure she doesn’t send that to the PR department. Finally we got to her mom's house, I needed to stretch.
You know I always find it funny everytime I find myself back in the Putellas household I feel like a child again, nothing has changed since I left highschool. Well maybe the paint was refreshed but it’s the same color and everything. My parents and I don’t talk anymore and they moved away, they weren’t happy with some “choice” I made in my life. My siblings and I are still in contact and my grandma has always been more open minded and supportive than my parents so when I come back to Mollet del Vallès I always pass by her house to greet her.
After bringing Alexia to the Putellas family’s times that one time, it became a regular occurrence. Alexia and I would talk about the club, her dad sometimes, the prank I pulled with Alba when we were kids. After I revealed without meaning to that Alba and I were actually the ones who broke her parents bedroom window that one time where she got punished without having done anything, well she brought it up the whole night to Eli and threatened Alba with repercussions, I got brought up on that too. We tried to say there was a prescription by now, I am not sure prescription is in Alexia’s vocabulary. Even when she was authorized to drive again, we rode together but we alternated drivers and cars.
Finally Alexia got back to training with us and it was decided that we would go celebrate. I was pulled along with everyone and after being given a bit of beer and shots of I think it was tequila but I am not completely sure, by Mapi my inhibitions were completely out of the window. So gone that when I woke up the next day I didn’t remember what happened but I did realize that I wasn’t in my bed nor in my room. After a couple of minutes getting the fog out of my brain, I turned around in the bed realizing that one I was naked and my lower half was aching and two there was someone else naked in bed with me. I heard little footfalls running behind the door which clearly led outside. I got up and looked at the blond strong back, she was still deep asleep. It was still the middle of the night or really early in the morning, I got my clothes from the floor and my phone was in my jeans. I got out and closed the door behind me. In the dark I couldn’t see who the mystery woman was, she was blonde, had tattoos on her back and was pretty athletic from what I could see. So my taste in women didn’t change when I was drunk. I advanced towards what seemed to be the living room, and was greeted by trophies two that I recognized immediately the UEFA Women's Player of the Year, I knew only one person who won it two times and lives in Barcelona, while I was having a little mental breakdown with the thought of who I just slept with, Nala came to greet me. I scratched her head absentmindedly and stopped when I heard noise coming from the bedroom. Now it was really time to get out. Oh my god, I slept with Alba’s sister, I swore I’d never do it and I did. Oh my god I am a terrible person. Wait, how did I get here? Well it’s four in the morning. The first thing is to find a way out of the residence, then I’ll be walking home, which is great, it’ll give me time to prepare my funeral after I tell Alba I broke our pact.
If you were to ask me if I was avoiding Alexia, I would answer you, no. Which would be the truth. If you were to ask the same thing to Alexia she would probably say that I’m definitely am. And that would technically be also the truth, because the truth I am not avoiding Alexia, I am avoiding Alexia and Alba which makes a huge difference. Well technically one of them isn’t yet aware that I am avoiding her. Alexia has tried for the past two days to get me alone to talk to her and some of our teammates got the memo and tried to make that happen but I am fast and stealthy like an eel and I escape every time. Maybe I should change sports and play dodgeball professionally, I think I would be quite good. Maybe I should also move to a new country now that I reminded myself that I actually really want to survive. Damn it, I really need to talk to Alba. But I mean it’s not like I am dating her sister, I mean we slept together once or twice or more if my memory doesn't fail me.
-Y/N, Y/N.
-Alexia, Alexia! Hi! I am sorry I need to go, bury my hamster. See you later if you need something text me.
Damn it I didn’t realize everyone had left the changing room. Those assholes are ganging up on me. They are waiting for me at the parking lot, I can literally see them. I go hide upstairs in a room where no one ever goes. There is a window giving way outside. FIve minutes after I got there I saw Alexia getting out with a frustrated look on her face. She says something to the group and Mapi and Lucy laugh at her face, the other smiles back with a hint of understanding or some other sympathetic feelings. They wait a bit and a car comes park beside them, Alba gets out to greet everyone, talks a bit with Ale and gets her phone out. A minute later my phone rings, Alba is calling me, I decline her call and send back a generic message. Telling her I am busy and I can’t answer. I see her shaking her head at Alexia and looking in my car direction. Okay that’s it; tonight I am gonna go see Alba. I am not facing Barcelona’s own tribunal.
At ten, I am in front of Alba’s apartment. I knock at the door waiting for the door to open several emotions course through my body, I feel the need to flee, relieved that finally I’ll be able to talk and I am scared I remember Louisa and Sofia’s face and others over the years friendships over siblings or vice versa. Sofia and Louisa still don’t talk to one another, I don’t want to lose Alba, I can’t; I feel like a little kid why did it have to be Alexia. Every other single teammate would have been better. We would have talked about it and then it would’ve been history. When the door opens it’s not Alba I am faced with but Judith.
-Y/N ? What are you doing here ?
I open my mouth but no sounds get out, she looks at me like she can see through me.
-Come on in. You look like you are coming back from hell.
A laugh without any joy escapes from my mouth.
-I feel like it too. Is Alba here ? Judith shakes her head no. “You know you were right. Before our holiday you told me… Well I think you might have been right which is fucked up, I really wish you weren’t right.”
-You mean your feelings for Alexia. Y/N what happened ? I feel like you should be happier, did you tell Alexia, she really likes you too and I can’t imagine her being harsh.
-No. I didn’t tell her I didn’t realize before, I slept with her while I was drunk. And I have been avoiding her and Alba since.
-Oh… Why ?
I look at the wall trying to come up with a worded answer. When I hear keys at the door, Judith turns to the door. The door unlocks and Alba walks in, she stops when she spots me on the couch. She drops her bag on the floor and walks to the couch she put herself in front of me.
-What is wrong with you ? I tried to call you four hours ago, Alexia wanted to go out with us, she told me about an absurd excuse with a hamster you needed to bury. You are afraid of them.
I feel my face pale at the mention of her sister, and I drop my gaze from her to my hands on my thighs, I wiggle my fingers together.
-Y/N ? Talk to me, you hate rodents, what fake excuse is that even Alexia knows you hate them, she told me.
-I am sorry Alb. Those past few days I was so scared. I broke our pact.
Alba sat beside me, grabbed my chin so I would stop looking at my hands and looked at her. Looking around I see that Judith left us alone and Alba’s face is laced with concern.
-When we were 17 we made a pact, you remember ? After the incident between Sofia and Louisa. I promised that
-Oh yeah! Out about it ? Wait. You were scared because you slept with … oh my god You slept with Alexia! When ? I have been waiting for that for so long!
-What ?
-Yeah. Why the heck did you think the both of you are still riding to my mom together.
-To save fuel and for the environment.
She looks at me like I am super dumb and I really do feel like it right now.
-No dumbass, if that was the case Jud and me would ride with you two. Alexia has had a crush on you for a longtime now. She has always followed your career from afar, I discovered a year or so ago. I am sorry I completely forgot about our pact. So wait, you slept with Ale when and what happened.
I explain everything to her, and the more I talk, the more her eyes seem to grow and her eyebrows shoot up. When I finish, passing the more mature details for her sake, I sigh relieved to have gotten that off my chest.
-Y/N, I know how uncomfortable you can be with people, and Ale makes you feel good, you love being around her. When she is around you smile more and even now just talking about her makes you smile. So you are gonna put your big girl’s pants on and go see my sister. Yes right now. She is back at hers.
I get my stuff back, hug goodbye Alba and call Juds. I bring her into a hug.
-Thank you. She smiles back at me.
-It was nothing, I am happy I could help.
I call for the elevator when they close the door behind them. I’m stepping in the elevator, when I hear a door open.
-Oh actually if she isn't at her’s, she might be at yours. She said she would wait at your doorstep till you showed up if need be.
-What ?! The elevator doors close before I can do anything about it. Well to my apartment we go.
When I get to my floor, Alexia is sitting her head on her knees beside my door. When she hears the door of the stairs close behind me she looks up in my direction. She doesn’t move, her face shows no external emotion, the girl has got a great poker face, I am trying to dedramatize the situation in my head. It's already looking bad. Okay brain stop, take a breath, everything is gonna be okay. She doesn’t bite… hum rectification she isn’t a murder, well I think. Oh my god I am spiraling rambling inside my own mind.Stop. I force my legs to move forward. When I get to my door, I take my keys out without a word, I open and finally look at Alexia who hasn’t stopped looking at me. I reach out a hand to help her off the floor.
-Come on in. Sorry for the mess.
-It’s spotless.
I look around, that's right when I am stressing over things. I clean everything, it relaxes me.
-Right. Alexia, I am sorry I
-You don’t feel the same way it’s okay. But I would like to be friends
I cut her off.
-No. 
-No ? Okay, I’ll just
I put myself between my door and her.
-No please can you sit please. I show her the couch. I just leave me a second. I need to show you something.
I leave the room and go to my guest room /office where a lot of my cardboards still are. I grab the pact we made years ago with Alba, I go back to my living room and give the pact to Alexia. I give her a couple of minutes to read it.
-I know it doesn’t excuse the way I treated you the past few days but I didn’t know how to tell Alba. You probably don’t know, I don’t talk about it a lot, my parents and I don’t talk anymore and my siblings and I don’t see each other often either. Actually the only family I have left who cares about me is my grandma but she is old and when she will die the only permanent figures in my life are gonna be siblings who if they had to choose between me and their goldfish they would probably choose the goldfish, even if they don’t have one. And then there will be Alba, if I lose Alba. I don’t know if I will be able to make it, I can’t lose her. She is an anchor in my life, she is in all my plans for life, when I retire, when I grow old and gray and if I get sent to a retirement home one day. So after I left your bedroom that night and I recognized The trophies and Nala in your living room I had a mental breakdown and well you know what happened next. I am sorry I left you alone that night. I am sorry I left you to worry for days about what was going through my mind. And I am sorry I left you thinking I didn’t have feelings for you. I mark a pause to catch my breath.
-Do you ? Have feelings for me ?
-Yes. I mean obviously, you were my first crush and it will always be here you shaped the way I saw women. I think all the person I dated were pale comparison of you well there is some exception obviously but for most of my court terms relationship there hasn’t been a lot of them but there is a few, well most of them were light chestnut and athletic, there hasn’t be a lot those past years.
-Would you go on a date with me ?
-Now ? I ask in disbelief.
-No obviously not now. Maybe tomorrow, oh and is there any other weird pact you made with my sister that I should know about before we begin dating each other ? 
-Huh no ? I mean there is no other pact. We do have other “weird” promises but no pact I swear.
-Good please promise me to never agree on a pact with Alba without checking it with me.
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@charles_leclerc: Holà Mexico, te amo, but this was too spicy for me 😂
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judysxnd · 11 months
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I just want to start by saying that I love your writing! Can you write one where Pedro is dating a model that lives in New York & they have an age gap? Maybe one where he attends her major debut show :)
Hi! Thank you, I appreciate it! 🥰 I acknowledged the age-gap but I don’t really made it useful in the storyline. Hope you like it!
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You were sitting outside, on the balcony, feet in the pool, refreshing yourself. You could see some buildings far away, thanking New-York City for giving you this magnificent view. Music blasting in the background, you were quietly singing along, occasionally watching your boyfriend reading his lines on a chair in front of you on the other side of the pool.
You were thinking a lot, seeing Pedro so focused. He has worked so hard these past years, making his dreams literally come true. You wished you could say the same. Since your young age you’ve wanted to be a model. It hasn’t been easy. You’ve tried to enter some pageant shows, never making it to the first place. You did participate to some local fashion show, but nothing really big. You wondered if it was worth it. You’re 25 years old, not going anywhere as your career is not really taking, making your self esteem lower day by day. It was hard to keep going.
Your phone rang. It was your agent.
“P can you turn down the music please?” He did as he was told. “Hi Louise! I’m good, how are you? Yeah you seem very excited.” Pedro stopped a second, looking at you, then went back to his reading. “Wait what?” You stood up. “You’re joking? If this is joke it’s not funny.” You started pacing around the pool. “No way. NO WAY!” You screamed. Pedro immediately stopped reading, looking at you pacing around, confused. “This is amazing, thank you! Yes, I’ll come by tomorrow, 10am, yes!” You hang up.
“What’s going on?” Pedro asked
“I-I can’t believe it! You remember that photo shoot I did for the lingerie?” You said coming next to him
“Oh yes indeed, I do remember” he smirked
“Pedro!” You slapped his arm. He laughed. “It’s serious! Well, this guy, who is actually a big deal, he saw the photos, and he wants me to participate to his big fashion show next month!” He was shocked.
“You’re serious ?” He asked, standing up. “This is amazing!” He said as he put his hands on your arms.
“I think I’m going to cry”
“I’ll cry with you, I’m so proud of you princesa” he said hugging you
“My dream came true” you hold him tight
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You still couldn’t believe it. It was happening. You were currently sitting in your chair, having your make up done. With the anxiety kicking in, you kept playing this memory over and over again, relaxing you, preparing you. You were about to walk in front of thousands of people, half naked, and you had to be perfect, not falling, nor anything else. It was a lot of pressure. Since you arrived late on the show, only a month before, the training you had, had been very very intense and difficult. But it was your dream, it was just the first show, it would be easier for the others.
You were just done with your make up when you received a text from Pedro. He unfortunately couldn’t be here tonight, as he was shooting for The Last of Us. He tried to get free to see your perform on your first major show, but he couldn’t.
“Holà mi amor, I hope you’re not getting too anxious right now. I really wish I could be here. Te amo princesa, you’re going to kill it, you’re the beautifulest there❤️”
His message made you blush. You really wish he could be here. It’s such a major moment for you. You didn’t have time to answer that you were called to get your hair ready before going on stage. After that, you started to wait behind the other models was they were going one by one on stage.
Your heart was racing as you were just a few minutes away from going on stage. You were slowly climbing the stairs of the stage, waiting for the signal to go. Three people were still in front of you. The music was loud, you could hear people clapping, you could see flashes from the front of the stage. Suddenly, you felt a hand touch yours. You turned, surprised by the feeling, only to see Pedro, smiling, standing next to you.
“Pedro? What are you doing here ?” You couldn’t believe your eyes.
“Surprise” he opened his arms, you went to hug him
“I can’t believe it! You made it!”
“You really thought I would miss your show?”
“I thought you were away filming!”
“I got a day off to see you” he parted, still holding your hands. “Look at you mama, looking like an angel” you blushed
“Y/N it’s about to be your turn” a woman interrupted you.
“Okay sweetheart, go” he blew a kiss, you did the same right before leaving
“Ok, go now!” The woman said, as you were now going on stage. All eyes were on you. Your heart was racing, but you felt confident. Cameras flashing, you were giving your best walk. After walking around the whole stage, you arrived backstage, where Pedro was standing, watching you. He helped you down the stairs as your legs where shaking from the adrenaline rush.
“You were magnificent darling” he kissed your hand
“Thank you baby” you smiled “I don’t have much time I have to go change and go again” Pedro eyes were burning on you
“Yeah yeah I know, I’ll be right in front watching you being the hottest woman here”
“I love you” you quickly kissed him before leaving to get changed. Pedro left as well, going in front of the stage, to see you as close as possible.
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The show was finally done, and you were pretty exhausted. All the stress and adrenaline rush you had disappeared and left you tired like you did not sleep for days. Right after you changed, Pedro got back to you.
“Hi” he said, putting his hands on you shoulders, as you were taking your make up off.
“Hey” you smiled, looking at him through the mirror
“How are you feeling?”
“Like I’m dreaming, it doesn’t feel real”
“Oh I assure you, it is real” he leaned to kiss neck
“Although I do feel extremely tired”
“Do you think you can hold on a little more?” You looked at him curiously
“Why?”
“Well, I was not the only one here to see you”
“What?” You turned to look at him
“Your friends were here too, and now, they are waiting for you outside so we can go out and celebrate”
“This is the best day ever!”
You finished taking your make up off and left. As you stepped outside, you were greeted by your friends. They all said that you were amazing and that they were proud of you. You then left to your favorite bar and celebrated your show with the people you loved the most.
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@Charles_Leclerc: Holà Mexico, te amo, but this was too spicy for me 😂
+ bonus:
Joris: "And I arrive with the throat medicine 😂 nyquil"
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divinamuse · 10 months
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Rire sexy...☮️🌹
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sokoal · 5 months
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charles_leclerc Holà Mexico, te amo, but this was too spicy for me 😂
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444stvrlight · 6 months
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Heyy can you pls do Fermin x jealous!reader?? Like she gets jealous about little things (When Fermin talks to a girl etc) But he gets confused at first but then reassures her. Sorry if it is too complicated!! Btw I love you for writing for Fermin honestly
Jealous Streak | Fermín Lopez
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Hiii, thank you for my first request <33 Glad to write for this amazing young player :)
Genre: fermin x jealous!reader / slightly angst / fluff
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It was late afternoon when you decided to go meet Fermín earlier, at the Ciutat Esportiva. You were supposed to see each other at the end of his training session so the both of you go straightly at the restaurant to celebrate you 2 months of relationship. But since you finished your homeworks and you didn’t have anything to do, you wanted to surprise your boyfriend.
It has been 4 months since you first met each other, during the USA tour thanks to Pedri, that you know since you were 12. Fermín and you talked for awhile when he finally decided to confess you his feelings (and without stuttering).
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You told your name at the entrance before coming inside of the building, reaching the stands of the stadium. The excitement that you felt seconds ago, quickly disappeared when you saw Fermín chatting and laughing with a beautiful brunette girl. You assumed they knew each other for awhile since the girl was enough confortable to touch his left arms while talking.
You stood there, staring at the scene in front of you for at least 5 minutes. He didn’t even notice you.
But Araujo did, when he was about to grab a drink and saw you, he elbowed your boyfriend, pointing his finger at you.
Fermín raised his head in your direction, confused, before smiling at you and running towards where you were standing.
“Holà cariña, how was your afternoon?”, he said while bending over to kiss your cheek.
“Great…”, you simply responded before hearing another voice a little further.
“Fermín! You have to come now we didn’t finish!”
“I’m coming Jasmine!” “I see you at the end. Te quiero!” he said placing delicately his lips on yours, before jogging back to that supposed Jasmine
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You were currently waiting for Fermín in front of the changing rooms, being exausted by the behavior of Jasmine. Since you arrived until the end of training, she was always near your lover, finding any excuses to talk to him.
You came out of your thoughts when you heard a throat shrinking. You raised your head to meet Gavi in front of you.
“Hi.” he said to you, offering you a simple smile.
“Hi Gavi, you did really great last match, congrats!”
“Thank you, I really appreciate it. Training wasn’t too boring to watch?”
“Not at all, especially when I see you fall so many times because of your laces.”, you responded laughing.
“Eh, I don’t allow you to laugh at me!”, he said while pushing you a bit.
“Sorry, sorry. It is not my fault if you can’t tie your shoes correctly”, you stated, still laughing and raising your hands in surrender.
Gavi was about to say something but he was stopped by Fermín’s cough.
“What did I miss?”, asked your boyfriend, sneaking his hand around your waist.
“Nothing much. We were just talking.”, you mumbled.
“Are you ready? We should go.”
“Yeah sure. Goodnight Gavi.”
“Goodnight y/n, bye Fermín, see you tomorrow!”, the boy exclaimed, before going to his car.
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You were about to enter the parking lot when you heard some people shouting Fermín’s name.
“Can I go? It’s just for 5 minutes.” he asked you, facing you.
“Yeah sure, don’t worry…” you murmured.
“Sorry, thank you! You’re the best!” he smiled hugging you and excusing himself.
You decided to go inside of the car, waiting for Fermín to finish.
You were staring at Fermín taking picture with some kids, you smiled finding him cute when a blond girl around your age come to Fermín.
You were not going to deny that she was gorgeous, pretty doe eyes and a perfect smile. She asked your lover for a picture. Of course he gladly accepted, moving to her side.
The girl placed her hand around his waist, posing her head on his shoulder.
You were fuming.
How could he let this happen and do nothing about it?
But things get worse when she hugged him a bit too longer than necessary. You couldn’t stand it.
At this point you were on the verge of tears.
You were trying to calm yourself when you saw Fermín coming back to the car.
When he entered he stopped for a second, looking at you.
“Is everything okay?”, he asked.
“Yes everything is okay Fermín. Why wouldn’t I be? Can we go now please?”, you growled.
He didn’t add anything, just driving to the restaurant, sometimes glancing at you.
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You were now sitting at your table in the restaurant. The riding was completely silent.
“You’re looking so good tonight hermosa…”, Fermín said softly.
“Oh great, only tonight. Thank you really much Lopez”, you spat.
“Wait it wasn’t how I meant-” he retorcated.
“Yeah sure.” you responded strenly.
“Okay what’s wrong? Did I do something? Please tell me cariña” he questioned while advancing his chair to have all his attention on you.
“I don’t know, maybe because you are flirting with girls in front of me?”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Oh please Fermín! I saw you with Jasmine all the fucking session. Always drooling over her, laughing at everything she is saying. You didn’t even noticed me! Araujo had to tell you that I was here. And-fuck, I want to go home.” You snapped before taking your purse because you didn’t want to cry in front of him.
Fermín stood up as fast as he could and grabbed you hand.
“Wait, y/n, don’t leave! Please. There is nothing with Jasmine, she was just working! She is in charge of the barça’s social medias and they asked her to focus on me during training. I was so nervous she just tried to make me comfortable so I wouldn’t freak out and make a foul of myself. Joder, y/n I love you so much I can’t even focus on anything else than you. You are consuming my thoughts from the beginning of the day until I go to sleep!”
He was now the one on verge of crying. Your expression softened and you took his hand, kissing his ankles before hugging him.
He then placed his hands on your cheeks and kiss your lips with so much tender that you could feel everything he said before.
When you moved away from his embrace, you just took his arms and said softly:
“Let’s go, we will better at home amor.”
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A/N: Here we goooo! Glad to have my first request 🖤 I’m gonna try to post two more requests tomorrow <3
Feedbacks are appreciated!
Good night lovelies ✨
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shan-yee · 7 months
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𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 = Chapter 2
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 = 1359
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 = Everyone eventually realizes that the young Dalton may not be in a coma, the reader decides to protect him.
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 = None
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 = Dalton Lambert x fem!dead!Reader
𝗦𝗼𝗻𝗴 = Today it’s « reflections » by The Neighbourhood !
𝗔/𝗡 = Holà ! So, originally I wanted to do a long chapter so that the next one would introduce Older!Dalton, but since I hadn't posted for a long time I decided to post what I had and finish the part that is happening in the 1/2. So only one more chapter before the romance begins!
𝗧𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 = @insanesosciopath
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For you, i would, cross the line. I would, waste my time. I would, lose my mind. They say she’s gone too far this time.
He hadn't come back. Yet she had waited, near the red door, her knees pressed against her chest, her head buried in her arms. Time no longer mattered to her, so she had spent what could be considered several weeks waiting for him.
But she had never seen his little ringlets or one of his drawings again. Sometimes she extended the high-pitched, mocking laughter of other spirits. They tormented her, laughing at her disarray and feeding on the fear that was growing inside her.
Was she missing something ? Was he okay ? Had he forgotten her ?
The most frustrating thing for her was not having an answer. Every time she spoke to her empty thoughts she was greeted with a long silence, not that she was expecting a real answer. But the more time passed, the more his determination grew and the thinner the wall that prevented the dead from leaving this world.
Soon, she was able to walk through the door and the cold she felt throughout her body gave way to a gentle warmth, and her gray world finally took on color. After all these years she was able to see what real home was like and how much the real world had changed.
The young woman had been able to visit the world of the living. Dalton was then only a very small boy who had a lot of trouble standing on his legs. And, for some unknown reason, she had been able to walk through the door and bring him to his room.
She had therefore taken the opportunity to take a little walk. Discreetly leafing through a few books and intensely observing the family photos, being careful not to leave any traces.
This evening had been the only and last time that she had seen the world of the living again.
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[Y/N] was greeted with baby chirps and the sweet melody of a piano. She saw Dalton's little sister on the floor playing with little plastic balls that she occasionally put in her mouth to try and chew on, although she didn't have many teeth yet.
A little further she saw Renai, sitting on the bench of her piano, frantically playing one of her scores, as if she was trying to forget something.
The [H/C] haired girl decided not to approach, she preferred not to be noticed. A sound of footsteps or a reflection in the instrument could betray her presence.
So she went up the stairs, but something was strange. This house did not look like the one Dalton was drawing. Did they move ? Again ? She found it really odd but just shook her head, trying to find the room of the one she was looking for.
Arriving upstairs she was attracted by the regular sounds of what she had identified as a heart rate monitor. If her heart was still beating, she would have heard it beating twice as fast as that of a normal human.
She then approached the bedroom and seeing the young boy lying there, lifeless—well, that's what one would have thought if the monitor wasn't making a regular noise, her skin cooled again and she couldn't stop blinking several times, in a row, as if after a hundred times he would be up, playing.
Her hair didn't stiffen like those of a human would surely have. Simply because the feeling of cold that had taken over her body was only superficial, a reaction she really would have had if she weren't just a pile of lifeless bones and flesh. She wasn't really cold, and even if she was, her body didn't need heat.
However, after approaching the young man, and that her fingers had delicately rested on his arm, she swore to see him shiver. As if she had burned him, she withdrew her hand to nestle her against her chest. Was she cold ? Or freezing ? She didn't know, over time she had gotten so used to her body temperature that she wasn't even able to tell an outsider what she felt by touching her arm or her face.
She then began to stare at his hands, as if they weren't hers. Did he ever tough that they were much too cold for him ? Had he ever been disgusted by her touch ?
[Y/N] stayed by his side for several hours, until she heard Josh coming home from work and his footsteps coming upstairs, beside Dalton. He kissed his forehead before going back downstairs, alongside the rest of the family.
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She remained on the ground, curled up near the child's bed. She had quickly understood that Dalton was not really in a coma and that his soul had left his body, he had surely went to find her, but had never succeeded...
As she weakened, so did Dalton and they knew it. She heard them, their envy and jealousy cracked her skin and her mind. Sooner or later they would get through the gate, they had surely already succeeded, and that meant that Dalton's body would soon no longer be safe.
She had watched over him day and night, preventing the curious from getting too close. But unfortunately she was not a particularly strong spirit and she knew very well that for some her efforts would be useless.
During this time she saw Renai losing her mind more and more, they had moved to escape these things but they had followed them, of course they had followed them, they wanted Dalton and they were not going to let go.
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Then came the arrival of Elise, this old woman who seemed to know the Lamberts well. The young woman had remained hidden from her two acolytes and from her, she knew that this lady was not just anyone.
But once she began to climb up to Dalton a wave of worry overwhelmed her and she couldn't help but go to his side. Only when she got to the room did she feel the air smother her.
It was not possible and yet she felt that her breath was taken away, even though she had not been breathing for a long time. She knew he was there, somewhere, watching the young boy. He was waiting for the right moment, the moment when he could definitely take his place inside Dalton.
Sensing him in danger she protected the child as best she could, covering his head with her upper body, she then whispered to him "everything is fine" "you'll be home soon" "I'm here" "I will come to pick you up" Of course these words were more to reassure her, the brunette surely didn't hear her.
The door finally opened on Elise, the old woman met her gaze directly. At first she seemed defensive but she soon noticed that something was wrong with the young woman's behavior. Elise recognized fear, no, terror in the eyes of the teenager.
[Y/N] brought her index to her lips discreetly signaling her to be quiet before slowly raising her head, which she still hadn't dared to do since she had arrived in the room. Elise did the same and she finally saw him. This evil thing that had been coveting the little boy for a long time.
She advanced, distinguishing more and more his inhuman black form and the blood red which decorated his face, well, what we could call face. She met the creature's mischievous golden eyes and tugged on Steven's sleeve before whispering in his ear.
The dead girl had not moved, staying close to the youngest while trying to protect him. Then Renai turned on the light, with what [Y/N] sensed as anger, chasing the thing away. She snatched the notebook from Steven's hands before sobbing when she saw what he had scribbled.
But the dead woman was attracted by the sound of a flash near the entrance. She turned her head hastily to see a camera planting right on her. Tucker stared at her, though he couldn't see her without his equipment, while handing the thing to Josh.
« -What the fuck is that thing doing with my son. Josh muttered, looking at the picture in disgust. »
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