#barcelona road trip

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tw: nsfw fic, minors dni.

Harsh I Whisper — Fermín López Marín/Pablo Páez Gavira (English Translation)

Barça camping smut Part II out of II — Part I

Summary: Injuries and unfavorable results kept Fermín López and Pablo Gavira away from quality time. The club organized an overnight camp to create player content, presenting a unique opportunity during a bus trip to the rural field.

Content warnings: Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Bathroom Sex, Camping, Rimming, Top! Fermin, Bratty Bottom! Gavi.

│❝Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck, he bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse, he came all on my gown❞ — Partition.

Fermín was happy. What he needed most right now was a break from all the heavy atmosphere of the irregular season he had, now he was an official player of the first team, wearing the number sixteen on his jersey and the proud blaugrana colors all over his body.

Being a professional football player brings several advantages, one of them is the obscene amount of money available in his bank account, another in his specific case was being on the field alongside the most beautiful guy who ever walked the earth, his boyfriend Pablo Gavira.

Pablo, Pablito, Gavi, his Gavi.

He was content at the thought that he would finally have at least one day of companionship with his childhood best friend who had become his partner this past year. He didn't care much about the questionable reasons for this trip; Ferran had previously convinced him that this event was the best thing that could happen to them so far.

Salary increases, free advertising, more fame on social media, club interest, and other advantages that this themed trip offered were what the team's forward preached.

What was clear that week was: an all-inclusive paid trip in exchange for promotions for the travel company. It was an agreement that benefited both parties, the club and the Spanish company that sought to expand.

That's why Fermín was about to board the legendary Barcelona bus to start the group trip. He watched as all the young people lined up in pairs to board the vehicle. With a lazy smile, he breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat distracted by the high temperatures of Spain.

"I'm not fucking amused by this trip," a man next to him suddenly spoke.

Fermín turned a bit surprised by how direct the Sevillian was. He could delight in the pleasant sight before him; Gavi's honey curls were being tousled in an organized manner as they adjusted around his sunglasses nestled in his hair. He wore a summery white shirt with stylish cream-colored shorts, and despite his frustrated expression, the beauty of his sun-kissed skin gave him a lovely appearance.

The blond was slightly mesmerized by his boyfriend's attractiveness, standing still without responding.

"I'm already loaded, I'm famous, and I play the sport I love the most. The last thing I need is a damn trip in this heat," the midfielder continued his speech full of disgust, the conceited personality that characterized his dialogue.

Fermín wasn't mesmerized; he was completely dazed by the young Barcelona player with long lashes and big hazel eyes. Finally, he parted his lips to respond.

"Oh come on, Pablito, maybe you'll have a good time. Don't be so negative," he expressed, giving him a pat on the back.

But Fermín knew that in stress, the easiest thing for the Gavi was to immerse himself under a gray cloud of negativity. It was his defense mechanism, his way of perceiving problems.

Pablo returned him a deadpan look, as if he had been told the stupidest thing in the universe.

"You know we're going to be alone in a camping tent all night, right?" the blond spoke to him again.

Pablo's facial expression instantly changed, his body language became erratic, and a small smile threatened to curve his pink lips. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes with the intention of focusing on something negative.

"Ah, now you like the idea more, you idiot. Of course, we're going to be alone. What did you think?" the blond teased affectionately, reaching a hand to caress and squeeze one of his buttocks above his shorts.

The exchange of words promising a hot moment was a stupid plan. The trip would last a minimum of six hours, and exciting his impulsive boyfriend was like lighting a bomb without knowing which wire to cut to deactivate it. They wouldn't be alone until nightfall, and like a divine revelation, the reality dawned on Fermín: Pablo wouldn't last until they arrived. He was capable of pulling down his pants in front of the entire team and sucking him off without caring, just to satisfy the hunger weighing on both of them, a need accumulated due to weeks without going to a bed together.

He was screwed. He knew that he activated his own predicament when he perceived the prominent hard lump that lay between Pablo’s legs, demonstrating sexual arousal. Gavi getting really horny because of a little offering to do something, his cheeks became even more pink, the purring of his eyebrows softened and the honey in his eyes was lost in the black of his dilated pupils.

The fervor was beautifully reflected in Pablo; due to the heat, he unbuttoned the first buttons of his casual shirt and shook the fabric a bit.

The erotic scene that enveloped the couple in their own world was interrupted by a deep and tired voice.

"Come on, everyone, everything's ready!" shouted coach Xavi Hernández as he descended from the high metal stairs of the bus.

At the front of the line were Frenkie and Ronald. As the first duo entered, Fermín overheard a comment from Barça's captain.

"Don't fall again; you already kissed the ground in front of the cameras once," teased the Uruguayan with his charming Rioplatense accent. The Dutchman shot him a glare, his youthful face not allowing him to be taken too seriously.

Laughter erupted from most of the players, the camaraderie of the atmosphere calming the young player and easing his worries.

Everyone entered slowly but with excitement; many of them had never traveled to the field because they were more accustomed to city life. Pablo was one of those people. Among the group, the players quickly dispersed themselves among the red and blue padded seats with abstract designs.

The high temperatures were more noticeable inside, but thanks to the cool summer breeze flowing through the windows, everyone felt relieved.

Fermín walked down the aisle hand in hand with Gavi, almost to the back, where he decided to sit on the left, in the seat that didn't face the window. He knew the younger one liked to look out the window; he had noticed it during all the trips they made to different stadiums internationally to play.

When Pablo noticed this gesture, he looked at Fermín affectionately as he settled into his seat.

One of the best feelings washed over Barcelona's number sixteen when he realized he could raise the armrest and join Gavi. He gave him a mischievous look and a hand signal to indicate he should sit on his lap.

As he threw his backpack on the ground in front of him, Gavi slowly approached the other to sit on his crotch. Both could feel their own temperatures collide, the desire quickly became a priority and everything else was blurred.

Pablo surrounded his toned arms around his neck, the muscles flexed deliciously in view of Fermín.

"Kiss me," Fermín said.

He didn't wait to please the demanding cutie he had wrapped his arm around; he joined in a soft kiss at first, savoring the cherry candy flavor that Pablo always had on his lips.

They kissed chastely for a few more seconds until they couldn't resist anymore; the Sevillian aggressively introduced his tongue, deepening the kiss and establishing a more intense rhythm. Their heads moved to better accommodate the angle but they didn't separate; the swaying turned into a wetter one, pleased sounds escaping both joined mouths.

It was one of those kisses where you lose yourself in sensations, the kind that makes the past and the future irrelevant, turning the fiery present into the essence.

However, Fermín recognized that there is always an exception to the rule when he felt a tap behind his head. Dazed, he looked in the direction of the tap and met Ferran Torres's amused gaze.

"Fermín, dude, they're about to film you, wake up," Ferran whispered mockingly at his lost state.

He couldn't return to normalcy after nearly losing all his breath in a session of selfish kisses, but Pablo could; the younger one separated from the other's mouth with annoyance and impulsively opened his mouth.

"Ugh, how annoying," he pointed with his irritated gaze at a female figure approaching with a modern mobile phone to record them.

Of course, the price of the trip was promotion; it was logical for the club's social media manager to be there, smiling and focused on capturing happy moments. Fermín watched as she signaled to Gavi to leave his lap. The woman confidently ignored the Sevillian's murderous glare.

His partner moved away, returning to his seat with a frustrated expression; it was obvious to everyone that all he wanted was to feel the warm contact he had been denied seconds earlier. Everyone knew it was the right thing to do and that they couldn't display those interactions publicly, so if that girl said it was time for photos, then it was.

Realizing it was impossible to take a joyful photo of Pablo in those moments, the girl turned her attention to the coach, Xavi. Filming for the new Instagram story, the coach greeted disinterestedly in Catalan before settling back into his seat at the front of the bus.

Fermín realized that the presence of the former Barcelona legend was for the sake of having a more reasonable adult figure among a group of energetic youths prone to possible mistakes. He watched as Ferran smiled at the situation while walking away down the aisle, heading in an unknown direction.

With all distractions now discarded, Fermín caught Gavi's attention and patted his own thigh, indicating orders for the other to sit again.

Pablo moved relievedly, returning to that position that thrilled both bodies. To tease, Fermín took the sunglasses off the other's hair and put them on himself.

"How handsome," Pablo laughed affectionately, placing his hands on the chest of the other athlete.

"I'm so hot, I know," the blonde joked, playful in his expression.

"Very," the Andalusian said with a tone full of sinful arousal.

Their faces drew closer until they could feel each other's breath from that venomous distance.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you how cute you are?" the elder flirted wittily.

"Fuck, all of Spain," he boasted, with intentions of provoking jealousy.

Fermín's romantic spirit was too powerful to resist the tricks that Pablo played with his heart.

So he simply laughed and responded with a verbal bite.

"Whatever, but who cares, because at the end of the day you come to me and beg me to punish you with my cock," he paused to admire his boyfriend’s new blush, "What a pity for the future queen of the country, because you're mine."

Gavi's response was gratifying, he moved in the place while whining, Pablo loved to feel that he only belonged to him, Fermín's possessive side drove him crazy, his dick was hard inside the tight shorts.

"Are you still on that? I told you the king wanted my shirt, not his da-mmmph," Pablo was interrupted from speaking as he felt his neck being nibbled.

Fermín delved into kissing his neck, sucking at times to leave marks, his warm tongue licking the exposed white skin.

Gavira's sensitive skin was now adorned with bruises and bite marks. Fermín pulled back to look at them again, removing his glasses to throw them to the ground.

"Hey! Animal, those are limited edition Ray-Bans," Gavi informed him, trying to move to grab the expensive glasses.

The blonde pressed his toned arms against Pablo's body to prevent him from escaping his grasp. The other retrieved his belongings and adjusted them, running his fingers through his hair, which became even more golden in the sunlight.

Now more comfortable, they kissed casually, occasionally intensifying, but Fermín kept the atmosphere between them in check, he didn't want to excite Gavira too much, because that would become a problem for both of them.

Gavi noticed that control, and decided for both that he wouldn't stand any of that. He bet on a dirty kiss where the saliva accidentally came out of both because of the incessant rhythm; he shook his hips rubbing both of their cocks and creating friction.

He interrupted the playful language exchange to whisper something in his ear.

"I want to suck you off, I want it too much, please?"

Fermín hissed.

"No Pablo, we are in public, wait a little."

The most intense thing came, Gavi's puppy's look devoid of love. For Fermín it was something so hot, his boyfriend was begging like a little boy to do something as perverse as that.

"Let's go to the bathroom, no one is noticing us, I'll be quick, I promise," Gavira whispered loudly to him.

Fermín was not worried that his boyfriend would be fast, he was worried about the noise he would make, the disaster they would have to clean up, the fact that he would probably have to have sex there with him, since the other Barcelona player was very convincing on these issues.

As if he had the power to read minds, the midfielder told him.

"If you cum in my mouth and I swallow it there will be no proof of anything" was a very convincing argument, much more so when he placed his hand on Fermín’s cock and stimulated it on top of the fabric.

The expression of the canterano paused in what seemed to be one of questioning.

"Okay, you go first, wait for a few minutes, and then I'll come in," he ordered in a husky voice.

Without waiting another second, Pablo got up and discreetly walked to the bathroom, while Fermín stayed waiting in his seat, checking to see if any of the other players were watching him.

No one seemed very interested; the only one who glanced over was João Félix, who gave him a friendly nod of recognition before returning to his phone.

Fermín turned around again to check if it was safe to pursue his needy boyfriend's sinful fantasy. He leaned into a secluded corner of the vehicle.

In the distance, he noticed another teammate, Pedri, sitting with Ferran, both wearing expressions between serious and concerned. There was a slightly swollen bruise on a part of Pedri’s face that Fermín couldn't distinguish.

They seemed too engrossed in whatever was happening there, so he assumed it was safe to leave. He got up and finally made his way to the bathroom.

Upon arrival, he slid the metal door to the side and locked it upon entering. Standing in front of him was Gavi, with his shirt completely unbuttoned, revealing his toned abdomen and chest.

Fermín breathed in the scent of vanilla from the boy and brought his presence closer, intending to gently push his head down to indicate what to do next.

"Shit, get on your knees."

The event wasn't even starting yet, but Fermín was already running out of air. Gavira positioned himself on his knees and looked up through his eyelashes, giving a very lascivious point of view to his partner.

Pablo lowered his pants with his underwear at the same time, releasing the hard phallus that jumped and landed on his face. The aroma was intoxicating, it smelled of everything familiar to his partner naturally. Pablo drooled but he had to react quickly to start.

He gave the tip a kiss, then he supported his lips to put the member inside his mouth. Before starting the act, he had an idea.

"Fuck my mouth."

Fermín almost choked himself with saliva.

"Pablo, holy shit, you can’t just say that all of a sudden," he reproached him, paradoxically also caressing his hair.

The other just opened his mouth, eyes clouded by the desire to do it.

Fermín inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm his heartbeat. Slowly he put his cock inside the child's wet and warm mouth. Centimeter by centimeter the member disappeared inside, until it reached the end of his base, where he had his pelvis rubbing against Gavi's nose. He felt like the fat tip of his cock collided with the midfielder's throat, it contracted because the aforementioned was being obstructed with air.

A long bruised moan came out of Fermín.

He grabbed Gavira by his hair to keep him in that position, then he pushed his hips to penetrate the wet cavity. His cock went in and out. Faster and faster; Pablo roared and moaned drowned sounds, his honeyed brown irises almost disappeared from his eye when he narrowed his gaze.

Fermín fucked his mouth quickly, his cock collided with the bottom of his throat every time. Fermín’s dick contracted when he rejoiced in pleasure, hurting Pablo a little. Enchanted by the feeling, he lowered his head to look at the effect it caused on his boyfriend.

Seeing him like this almost caused him to cum in that precise second.

Gavi's lips were swollen, his eyes crystallized by the effort, his eyebrows were furrowed striving to be flexible with the brutal rhythm that was imposed on him.

A slightly dark desire came to Fermín's conscious. He kept intruding his dick inside, increasing the pace much more. The cruel act that untied then was to cover his nose by pressing with his fingers at the same time that he felt the closeness of his orgasm.

This action cut off absolutely all the flow of air that could enter the boy's lungs. Pablo couldn't breathe.

His boyfriend began to scream drowned, the sounds were appeased by the rapid continuous interference. Tingling pressed all over the blond's groin area. Gavira still screaming and without air circulating, gently hit his boyfriend’s muscular thigh several times, implying that he needs this to stop.

"Gavi, Gavi, I'm very close, I'm about to cum, hold on a little longer," he moaned dragged.

Fermín’s felt a scary feeling creep up his back, Gavi began to stop moving, his arms fell, the resistance and the sounds disappeared, he was losing consciousness.

But this new phase allowed his cock to enter dynamically and fuckfuckfuck his orgasm was reaching him, savagery covered him completely. He cruelly squeezed Pablo's head towards him when he felt the peak of pleasure. An explosion inside him tensed his whole body, his legs trembled, he could feel how the jets of semen came out of his cock towards the minor's throat. His left hand kept covering Pablo's nose without him realizing it. Fermín let him go, letting him breathe.

Desperate Gavi began the movement of inhaling, his mouth was still busy processing to swallow the thick hot liquid that was fired in large quantities.

Now more relieved but with tears coming out of his eyes, the award-winning midfielder relaxed and allowed his cock inside him to become softer.

Fermín pulled his softened dick out of his mouth and pulled up his pants to kneel next to Gavi and hug him.

"I’ve crossed a line, I'm very sorry, darling, but you put up with it like a champion, you deserve the best," his partner calmed him down with his honest words.

He filled his face with kisses, he kept hugging him.

Gavi was not disturbed, although he had to breathe hard for a few minutes to be able to form a reasonable response. While he calmed down definitively, he raised his head to face his eyes with his boyfriend's.

"I liked it, don't worry" silly giggles were satisfied, joy developed in the environment again.

There was a peaceful pause of silence.

"Although, you could return the favor," suggested Pablo as he was helped up by the other.

Fermín had the perfect idea.

He took Pablo by the waist to kiss him, tenderly joining their lips.

"Lean on the sink, like this," the blond showed him how, and Gavi imitated him.

The midfielder leaned on the bathroom counter, looking at himself in the mirror. A bit of embarrassment settled in his chest as he observed his reflection. He was a mess, his eyelashes darkened by tears and his hair disheveled. Despite getting distracted by thoughts of his appearance, Fermín's actions behind him distracted him even more.

He was groping him from his legs to his buttocks, squeezing plump meat while hissing. A tour of kisses was installed all over his back, slowly going down along with the obscene contact of a hand caressing him. He sensoryly recorded how Fermín's hot breathing went lower and lower, until he heard the boy kneel.

The expectation caused all his blood to travel to his dick, which was released seconds later when Fer removed his shorts.

"F-Fermín" he let go nervously about what was about to happen.

The blond's tender laughter sounded soft.

"Relax, come on, if you don't like it, I'll stop, let me know."

No warning could have prepared Gavira enough when he felt his boyfriend's saliva-soaked tongue touch his entrance. Fermín separated his buttocks to allow himself to suck the hole with ease.

Pablo's brain was going to melt, the hot feeling was incredible, moans of pleasure resounded between the narrow walls of the bathroom. Unconsciously he pushed his lower train back, hunting more of that warm electricity that that tongue gave.

That wet muscle made circles at its entrance, little by little it made its way into it slowly, at the same time that the mouth sucked and licked.

But, with the intention of teasing Gavi a little, Fermín moved his mouth away from there to talk.

"Do you want me to stop?"

He didn't get an answer in words, Gavi full of frustration grabbed his golden locks and pushed him to where he was before. He groaned gladly, that tongue took him to heaven repeatedly. He kept his hand closed in the opponent's hair, demanding exclusive attention. He lost himself in the perverted act, not caring about anything the decibel of his voice went up.

He directed his other hand to masturbate, surrounded his cock and with speed stimulated himself.

"Ah, ah, ah, yes, yes, I love it, fuck" uncontrolled songs came out of Pablo’s lips.

The knot that was built for all those weeks without action in bed was about to undo in the most vigorous way possible, the figurative elastic inside Gavi threatened to let go, his climax approaching.

Fermín quickly detected the signs of an orgasm, he changed his pattern of movements to a more constant, more intense one; he put his tongue thoroughly in the narrow walls, deliciously stretching Gavira inside.

The bottom of the sink was painted white with cum stains, Pablo came all over the furniture, practically screaming.

The whole bus had heard them, there is no doubt about that.

Fermín stepped aside and wrapped toilet paper in his hands to clean up the disaster, Gavi could not stand well due to the intensity of his sexual release.

They had no time to regain their composure; they had to get out of there as soon as possible. Pablo straightened his clothes as best as he could and signaled to Fermín to leave the place first. When the other athlete left, minutes later, Pablo accompanied him.

The first thing they both received was Xavi's confused and harsh look, judging them with his eyes from his seat, practically shouting 'I know what you did, you're degenerates'. They didn't care; they couldn't bear the hunger that had been torturing them for months. They sat in their seats, almost fainting from exhaustion.

(…)

When Pablo Gavira opened his eyes, he was disoriented about the time. He didn't know how much time had passed since he took a little 'nap' from which he didn't wake up even with five intermittent alarms. He turned to check on Fermín's condition and burst into laughter when he saw his boyfriend snoring with his mouth open and a silly expression.

Fermín startled in his sleep, waking up slowly. When he stretched his eyelids, he had to get used to the new LED light strip illuminating the entire vehicle, as it was getting dark.

Before he could form a word, a familiar voice startled him a bit.

"In ten minutes, we'll arrive. We've organized ourselves, and it's been decided that seat partners will share camping tents for the night," shouted Xavi from the middle of the bus, drawing everyone's attention.

How much time had passed? Neither of them could answer that question. So, they clumsily organized their bags and backpacks to leave. With everything prepared but still seated, they heard the next word from the coach.

"I don't think it's necessary to mention what is appropriate or not in a first division sports camp," and it was clear who that scolding was directed at. Xavi glared at Gavi, expressing a 'don't let it happen again'.

"Yes, coach," he responded, embarrassed.

Contained laughter on the verge of exploding sounded from almost all the groups divided on the bus. Most of the players knew what had happened because they either heard it or heard whispers among themselves.

It was finally time to retire. Nature and the night awaited them. They had arrived safe and sound. The sky was starry as the sun disappeared; shades of purple painted a beautiful picture.

Birds of different species sang and disappeared among the trees. The fresh summer breeze relieved the intense heat from which the Barça players escaped.

The pleasant aroma of earth and mint kept the atmosphere positive. The cabins and the place were rustic, decorated with wood.

Upon disembarking, they could get a better view of the establishment. In the center, there were communal tables for dinner. Further away and near a river were the camping tents already set up. Some were more isolated. Fermín noticed one of them, the red one, was on top of a small rocky outcrop, almost invisible to the distracted eye.

With pure honesty and from his heart, Fermín wished that one was theirs. They could do whatever they wanted all night with Pablo without anyone hearing them. He also bet on the violet tent near the previous one, just less hidden.

The sparkling sound of a professional camera flash pulled him out of his thoughts. Several photographers were capturing their reactions to the place. Every minute, from then until dinner, they were bombarded by that white light and the indicative sound of a new photograph being taken.

Xavi gathered them all, as they had previously split into groups for dinner. Interviews and recordings took place at the large rustic wooden table. Pablo was praying for the day to end; he needed to lie down and recharge his energy. His reserve of social patience had run out hours ago during casual conversations with cameras in front of them.

"Finally!" shouted Gavi as he walked with a paper in hand, searching for his sleeping area among the various temporary accommodations. Fermín accompanied him, his typical sugar-coated smile lighting up his face.

Amidst complaints and relief, they settled into their new temporary home. The large violet tent awaited them, and the wind dared not move it even an inch; everything was professionally installed to ensure comfort.

They entered, leaving their small backpacks on the padded area.

"It's bigger than I imagined," Fer casually remarked.

Pablo agreed; they could both stand upright and still not touch the fabric ceiling.

A silence fell as they settled in, sitting down.

"...What is one supposed to do when camping?" Gavi asked.

Fermín shrugged, not having a clear answer to that question; it was nighttime, and if they ventured outside, they would be tasty meals for mosquitoes, and the signal didn't reach their phones.

"Come here," the blond lay down and motioned for the other young man to come closer.

Filled with curiosity, Gavira crawled until he was lying next to his boyfriend. He took the opportunity to plant kisses on his nose, forehead, cheeks, and finally his lips. The darkness of the night cooled the passing winds; the temperature dropped.

"I missed you," Fermín said between kisses.

Pablo was always more responsive with actions, so he returned a kiss on the lips with his fiery intensity, intentions to mark what was his quite clear.

The minutes passed peacefully in the field, both of them focused their attention on devouring each other to placate the longing they had. A synchronization arose between their breaths, a dynamism that was typical of both, one that they developed since their years together in La Masía, where they secretly kissed in the corridors and hid what they needed most.

The dim light of the moon did not do enough justice to Pablo's attractiveness as the sun did, but between the dirty and wet union of obsessed lips, Gavi was embellished thanks to the lascivious chaos.

The Sevillian found a place on Fermín’s crotch, supporting his lower weight as they settled in.

The desperation that boiled in the air gave Fermín a certain nostalgia, he reminded him of the first nights he stayed in Gavira's luxurious apartment, both could not stand physical separation and at the slightest opportunity in which his cock allowed him, he had his boyfriend leaning on some surface covering his mouth because Pablo was very noisy; the neighbors had already written community notes because of the sounds.

A mental giggle inaugurated the chain of obscene memories, they did it on the floor, in the kitchen, in the bed, in the armchair, against the door, against the wall... in the house of their in-laws.

"What's so funny?"

Apparently the smiling sound was not satisfied with staying in his mind, it came out of his lips.

"Do you remember when we did it at your parents' house?" Fermín decided to tell him the reason for his reaction.

Pablo contoured himself in absolute embarrassment. Of course he remembered it, his parents would never stop berating him about that day.

That fifth of August he traveled to his childhood home to celebrate his birthday as a family, he already had months of relationship with Fermín so he took him with him to officially introduce themselves as a couple. His parents and his sister already knew the blond since he was little, the news was not a surprise at all.

What was a surprise for the family were the noises of squeaking springs and the back of the bed hitting the wall that night. The bedroom had its years, the walls looked like they were made of one centimeter wide paper.

His parents heard how Fermín fucked him hard against the bed of his childhood. The morning of the next day was immortalized as the most uncomfortable of his entire life, they had breakfast in silence in a group and his father imagined thousands of types of torture against Fermín, he expressed it with his angry face.

"Yes, I remember it," he replied doubtfully.

Fermín took and squeezed Gavi’s fleshy buttocks, committed to dry humping while lying down. The friction of both bodies above the clothes burned, the air became heavier, the tension went up.

"Well, yeah, this reminds me of when we were in your room and you begged me to give it to you harder," he released in a scratchy voice, imposing a deep eye contact between the two of them.

Pablo did not recognize the alleged similarities between the situations, but he also did not give much merit to logic at that time.

They were about to kiss again, they had a hunger that could never be completely satisfied.

But something strange happened suddenly. They heard a recognized voice shouting for help.

Fermín sat alarmed, opening his eyes asking Pablo if he heard the same thing as him.

The Andalusian looked equally scandalized, doubts scattered on his face.

For a few seconds silence reigned, until that voice in the distance returned, now more vivid and understandable.

"...I can...no...more! ...Do you do this? ... you kill me... of... fucking time?!" It was heard choppy, when the almost meaningless phrase ended, the dangerous situation became very real for the couple who sat scared.

Pedri, the both of them thought at the same time as they looked at each other in fear.

In those seconds, the noises of the animals outside the tent were heard, since they didn't speak for several seconds.

"I'll go and see what happens," Fermín said with a new found confidence, "Stay here."

Gavi just nodded in silence.

"If you get killed or you don't come back, know that I'll keep your car," Gavi tried to joke at an inappropriate time.

Fermín rolled his eyes and got up to get out of the tent.

Fermín walked through the darkness towards where he heard the shout, trying to be silent but as he couldn't see anything, he stepped on several twigs that crackled and alerted of his presence. When he reached the isolated area where the other two players were located, he turned on the flashlight of his phone to see better.

What he found was strange.

There was no one outside the tent, but on the dirt floor, there were signs of struggle everywhere. Traces of a fight were marked there, leading him to the entrance of the camping shelter. With fear, he approached one of the windows covered by insect-proof fabric to see what was happening inside.

He felt relieved to see that it was simply Ferran and Pedri playing fights, as they always did in training. He couldn't see the midfielder's expression well, but his body looked calm lying there, Ferran had a smile.

Everything was fine.

He returned to his area, stumbling again over the same branch that bothered him when he arrived. Pablo welcomed him to the tent with a worried look.

"Nothing happened, don't worry, that bastard Ferran was bothering Pedri as usual, or something like that," he said as he sat in front of his boyfriend. Relief ran through Gavi's veins.

"Fuckers," the Andalusian exclaimed, his strong Sevillian accent evident in his words. Fer grabbed Pablo by the hips and pressed him, pushing his body back.

"By the way, what do you mean you’re keeping my car? You're such a bad person," Fermín teased, unbuttoning one by one the buttons of Gavi’s shirt.

"Gavi smiled at him. "Am I very bad?"

"Yes..."

The urge to devour each other reappeared.

"Then punish me."

Fermín's brown irises imploded, being covered by the black of his pupil, desire expressed in challenging eyes.

Fermín stood ahead, colliding with the other's pink lips to bind them wildly in a French kiss.

Their clothes fell to the side, bodies in high temperatures needed to get rid of that discomfort.

Gavi spread his legs to present his entrance, his cock was erect and swollen against his stomach. Fermín’s fingers gently caressed that area; his partner's other hand was wrapped in his penis moving up and down.

The interference was comfortable, the finger that was inside him slid expertly, curving to meet his prostate. Fermín worked with both hands ecstatic with pleasure to Gavira, preparing him.

Pablo rocked his hips in the direction of the finger that entered with more belligerence.

"More, more please," he begged.

Another digit was inserted into the interior warm, working in the form of scissors to expand it more easily. It was almost too much but so little the double stimulation it gave him.

The somewhat cruel part of the Barcelona athlete's personality returned, he withdrew his fingers and his hand from Pablo to ask him to turn around. He had not invested so much time in stretching him enough, but it was on purpose, he knew that when he hurried in this part of sex the inside of Gavi would squeeze his cock more, the thought of sinking into his narrow walls caused him a feeling similar to vertigo, but in a exciting way, adrenaline generated by the possibilities.

Pablo listened to him, he laid on his stomach with his legs together, separating his buttocks with his hands to give him a good view of his entrance.

Fermin blasphemed in low notes, placing his legs on the sides of Gavi's low hip, settling down a little on his knees to align his cock. He rested his arms on Pablo's lower back, slowly pushing his intimate area to enter him.

Tight. Warm, incredible. He closed his eyes and murmured to himself how much he missed fucking his boyfriend without a condom. Grunts came out of his mouth, since he got in completely, he carried a pleased smile with pride.

He moved without Pablo's permission, since this was a 'punishment', he didn't care so much, he knew very well the boy he had under him; Gavi loved it when he was fucked with strength even without so much care.

He established a constant and fast rhythm, where sometimes he removed his cock completely to put it back to the bottom, enjoying the screams full of pleasure emitted by Gavi.

Fermín couldn't see him, but Gavi kicked gently behind his knees, it was the only movement he was allowed, his legs remained together, squeezing his boyfriend's member even more. His mouth was semi-open, erotic chants were snatched out of his lips on all occasions where Fermín’s cock bottomed.

From Fer's throat, bruised sounds were generated, the onslaughts got out of control, dirty sounds came out because of the rapid clash between skins.

Electric tingling and tingling sailed through Fermín's entire sexual extension, he wouldn't stand much longer.

His stomach tightened, Pablo bowed his head to the side to look at him sideways with pleasure written all on his pretty face.

It was that simple act that sent Fermín to his limit, the grip on Gavi's hip intensified until he pressed painfully, three or four more lunges and Fermín completely sank into his orgasm. He stayed deep inside the humid interior, a pure biological instinct that he possessed as a man made sure that he did that to ensure his boyfriend’s future pregnancy.

That, and that the feeling of releasing his semen inside was amazing, he felt complete euphoria.

He was still there for several seconds, breathing the new vigor that his orgasm gave him, he lived in his own flesh the feeling of believing that he has the whole world in the palm of his hand. Only Pablo could provoke that in him.

Energized, he removed his now more softened cock from Gavi's walls. His boyfriend looked at him curious, still sexually charged.

"I'm not done with you yet," said hoarse Fermín.

The blond accommodated his partner's toned body to be looking to the side, flexed Gavi's knees to make his way to the exposed entrance that he previously abused with love. He separated his buttocks and gave them a teasing bite, and then walked his tongue towards the hole.

Gavi unfolded his eyes in surprise.

"N-No, Fermín, there it's dirty with your c…" he tried to push the boy away by stretching his hair but another deep lick quickly changed his mind.

He approached his own hand to stimulate himself, selfish to hunt his own orgasm. He contracted because of the delight that his nervous system felt.

Fermín sucked and licked penetrating his tongue, savoring his own cum inside Gavi. He salivated the entire area and penetrated with his tongue several times, alternating between circular and direct movements.

Saliva mixed with seminal fluid escaped from his corner, he was focused on the action and on Pablo's fingers that pressed his head, that pressure demanded more from him.

Babbles that consisted of 'yes', 'fuck', 'I love it', 'qué rico' were the ones that dominated in the tent.

Pablo's eyes were crossed when his orgasm reached him, accumulated pressure was triggered by his crotch staining the sleeping bags they had unfolded to the side.

Sounds of tiredness and pleasure gradually dropped by decibels, ending Gavi’s climax.

"You have a little... in your..." he didn't even make an effort to finish the sentence, Gavi licked the rest of the semen that Fermín had on the side of his lips.

He deepened the kiss with love, with no intention of pursuing another sinful act. Different flavors were mixed in the exchange of saliva.

Fermín separated them and spoke with slight mockery.

"Bro, that's disgusting."

Silly laughter came out of him, Pablo furrowed his annoyed expression.

"You idiot, you're the dirty one, you were the one that at-!" The cheerful sound of Fermín laughing appeased Gavi’s anger.

The night passed between kisses and laughter.

(...)

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[kombination-of-lifes]

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[extemporary-username]

I've been awake for 17h today and have only eaten

1 cup of coffee

1/2 pack of beetroot crackers

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#i need food T-T #the trip was supposed to last 7h with stops for food #lukkas rambling nonsense #cosillas de mi vida #still on the bus tho. and we're still 3h away from Barcelona #if they dont close the roads again

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[curryshesus]

bts fics that radiate sheer utter brilliance

(aka my favorite fics of all time) pt. 1

hello, hello! please make sure to show your love and support to these lovely authors if you enjoyed any of these reads as much as i did <3 note: all of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni please). enjoy!

➺ the road to you - by @bonvoyagenoona

| ot7 x reader (tae focus) | 110k

au of all aus, best friend!taehyung, high school boyfriend!jimin, professor!yoongi, college boyfriend!jungkook, art enthusiast and city heartthrob!namjoon, barista!hobi, actor!jin, angst, fluff, smut, series

>>summary: "armed with your quick wit, creative passion, talent for storytelling, and innate understanding of your fanbase, you have met every challenge, surpassed every goal, and achieved the unimaginable. despite the earth shifting erratically under your firmly planted feet, you’ve always had a plan. you’ve made peace with the sacrifices you’ve had to make, and you’ve long forgotten the rejections and heartbreaks that came as a result. your agent keeps reminding you that you’re at the precipice of something new, that your audience is waiting for your next project with bated breath. this is usually when you thrive. so why do you feel so lost? and who can you count on from your past to help you find your way?"

➺ matilda - by @babystrcandy

| yoongi x reader | 141.8k

brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, eventual smut, series

>> summary: "loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, min yoongi, came into your life. you both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. but with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true."

➺ bitchin' - by @kinktae

| jungkook x reader | 49.5k

1980’s au, inspired by to all the boys i’ve loved before, e2l, fake lovers/college au, frat boy!jungkook, smut, series

>> summary: "the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook."

➺ flower - by @readyplayerhobi

| hoseok x reader |

online dating au, fluff, future angst, future smut, series

>> summary: "you finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the flower dating app. one of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. what happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

➺ suncity - by @jamaisjoons

| hoseok x reader | 17k

strangers to lovers au, vacation au, angst, fluff, smut, oneshot

>> summary: "when you’d taken a spontaneous trip to barcelona, you hadn’t expected to meet hoseok. more than that, you hadn’t expected to begin a torrid affair with him."

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

| jungkook x reader | 40.9k

fuckboy!jk x hopeless romantic!oc, s2l, fwb, smut, angst, oneshot

>> summary: "jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return."

➺ peach parfait - by @jamaisjoons

| seokjin x reader | 19k

enemies to lovers au, fluff, smut, slight angst, two parts

>> summary: "you and seokjin have always been at odds as the top two chefs at big hit academy of culinary arts."

➺ tell me no lies - by @jeongi

| jungkook x reader | 15.1k

ceo au, criminal au, robbers au, angst, smut, minimal fluff

>> summary: "you chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him."

➺ concrete king - by @bratkook

| jungkook x reader | 16.7k

sweet summer romance, fluff, smut, himbo energy, two parts

>> summary: "when a cute boy in a tacky hawaiian shirt lands a trick in your honor there's no way you could ever say no to him."

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[psychologeek]

HELP HELP

(not related to anything)

I'm going to Barcelona next week (24-28/08). 7 people, ages 13+.

Any recommendations?

Especially about small places or less known.

ALSO - any special recommendations for me?

I'm looking for autistic/geek places/people/things. I need tome off my family, so I'll be alone half days.

(and maybe meet? Idk yet).

Thank you 😊😊

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[ktgoodmorning]

"Your opinion of me won't change, right?"

Alexia Putellas x reader

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You've been hiding your poor family relationships from your girlfriend, sending you into a downward spiral

Wasn't gonna make this two parts but apparent I'm not capable of making anything short enough to not split it up so a second part will be coming. I've got a little road trip this weekend so it'll be a minute before it's done, just wanted to get something out before I left.

Your relationship with your family had never been great. The four of you were constantly fighting and arguing, usually over things that weren’t all that serious. Your parents were the worst of it, always trying to keep you in their control. Although you had never gotten along well, your relationship worsened when you decided to make your move from the United States to Spain more permanent than you had originally planned. 

You first moved to Spain about three years ago. It had been temporary, for your job. You were only supposed to be there for a year. Over the course of that year however, you had no idea how much you would fall in love with everything that Spain offered you. Your company had settled you in Barcelona and you fell in love with the city instantly. The weather was far better than you were used to back home, every meal you had was significantly tastier than anything you could find there. You truly found no negatives to your new life you had started establishing in Barcelona. Best of all, you met your girlfriend, Alexia. 

The night you met, she ran into you at a club. You were out partying with some of the new people from work so they could show you the city. When you were at the bar waiting to order another drink, someone basically fell into your side. It had appeared one of her friends had pushed her in your direction in an attempt to force her to talk to you. The blonde woman apologized (and blushed) profusely, insisting on buying your drink for you. From there, the two of you got to talking and never really stopped. You weren’t one for random hookups and didn’t feel comfortable leaving with some stranger in a city that was brand new to you so you gave Alexia your number and told her to text you. 

To your surprise, Alexia texted you the next morning, asking if you’d want to get lunch. It was an obvious answer to you as you got ready to meet her at a local cafe she recommended. From that day on, the two of you fell fast. You had clicked instantly. Conversation always flowed easily between you and time flew by. As cliche as it was, it felt like the two of you were meant to be together. Your lunch date led to a series of other dates, often built around the idea of her showing you new spots around the city she loved so much. After about a month of seeing each other casually, Alexia finally asked you to be her girlfriend.

It was important to both of you to keep your relationship private, especially in the early phase of it all. You each valued how easy it was being just the two of you, not having to worry about the media, fans, or in your case- your family. You knew they wouldn’t be happy with you falling in love with a “random girl” in Spain. They wouldn’t be able to understand your love for her or how happy you were here. All they wanted was for you to come home. The further your relationship with Alexia developed, the more the chances of you coming home shrunk. 

After about 2 months officially dating, you each told your close family and friends about your relationship. Your parents met her over FaceTime and it went about as well as could be expected. They were (surprisingly) nice to your girlfriend during your call, being polite and going through all the formalities. However, later that night on the phone they expressed their disapproval to you. Your mom told you all about how you didn’t need a relationship distracting you from your job and how it was a waste of time anyways since you’d only be in Barcelona for about nine more months. You didn’t take much of this to heart as this was exactly what you expected from them. To you, you just smiled and nodded and spent as little time on the phone with them as possible. Alexia didn’t know the extent of the conflict within your family. Knowing she was close with her’s, you didn’t want her to judge the way your family treated each other. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyways. She knew the four of you weren’t all that close but you never let her into how bad it really was. Why did your girlfriend need to know that anyways? They were an ocean away, you just needed to get over it. It wasn’t that big of a deal, you just tended to sugar-coat it some when the two of you brought up your families. 

Alexia’s family had the exact opposite reaction upon meeting you. You knew your girlfriend’s family was extremely close, especially her and her sister. The pair of you had gone for dinner with them to officially meet and they were absolutely amazing to you. They greeted you with hugs and wanted to know all about you. Your dinner with them could not have gone better. Alexia’s mother had already made you feel like a true member of the family. They made you feel valued and important, something you often missed from your own parents. Sometimes you tended to bond closer with other people’s parents due to the lack of relationship with your own, so you appreciated how welcoming they had been to you. You were incredibly grateful not only to Alexia but to her entire family. During that dinner, you realized just how much you were falling in love with her. You loved everything about her and her life. 

About a month later, Alexia introduced you to her teammates. It was hard not to love them too. You could see clearly why they meant so much to your girlfriend and immediately started to form bonds with them as well. At this point you had both already confessed your love for each other and were becoming more and more serious. The more integrated your lives became, the harder it was to imagine going back to the US. You didn’t feel like there was much you were leaving behind there. As the months passed and your relationship continued to flourish, you decided to make your temporary work transfer into something more permanent. In less than a year, you had built more of a life for yourself in Barcelona than you ever had back home. It was impossible to imagine leaving the sunshine, your friends, the beaches, and most importantly, your girlfriend. 

You didn’t realize your relationship with your family could get any worse until you told them about your decision to stay in Spain. It was the middle of the afternoon when you called them, intentionally picking a time when Alexia wouldn’t be home. You knew it wouldn’t go over well and you didn’t need her to see the reality of your life back home. It was hard to have prepared yourself for all the yelling and crying that was directed at you through the phone. Your mom told you that you were throwing your life away for “some girl,” while your dad told you about how you clearly couldn’t care about them if you were willing to move away. The insults didn’t seem to end. No matter how much you tried to explain yourself, justify your decision, and communicate the feelings you had for everything (and everyone) in Barcelona, it just continued to worsen. 

It didn’t take long to lose your patience with your parents. Your guard was already up so you were on the defensive before you even dialed their number, putting you even further on edge. The more they refused to listen to you, the more your frustration turned to anger. Pretty soon, the three of you were fully yelling back and forth at each other. It wasn’t uncommon in your family to end up arguing and yelling. You didn’t like it but it felt like it was often the only way to get your point across. When they got in these moods, they’d refuse to listen. Sometimes your heightened emotions were the only thing that got through to them. As usual, your yelling turned to hot, angry, tears. You were so frustrated and full of rage. You didn’t even bother wiping them away, knowing more would just continue to fall. None of this was new to you, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating as you continued to hurl insults back and forth through the phone.. 

The group of you went on like this for over an hour on the phone before you had had enough and finally hung up on them. It had felt like a turning point in your relationship, and not in a good way. It felt like a point where there would be no turning back. As much as you knew you were okay with this, it still made you sad. How could you have ended up like this? Why couldn’t you just have a normal family? One that loves each other? 

You were far too distracted to notice your girlfriend come home from training while you were on the phone. When she walked in the door, she heard yelling and was immediately filled with concern. She knew you were planning on talking to your parents today about making your move permanent. You were nervous about it and had worried about it non-stop before she left for training. She didn’t quite understand the extent of your worries but supported you endlessly. The blonde had no idea how deeply this would hit. The volume of your voice both concerned and confused her as she further entered the house. 

Following your voice, she ran to your bedroom where she finally spotted you. You were sitting on the floor, leaning up against your bed. Tears were running down your face and covering the front of the sweatshirt you had stolen from her. In the time you had dated, just under a year now, Alexia had never seen you looking anything like this. You were normally extremely smiley and happy. Now you were crumpled on the ground yelling rudely into your phone. It confused her. Normally you were nice to everybody, all the time, no matter what. How could you be saying things like this all of the sudden? And to your parents? As she stood frozen in the bedroom doorway, watching you, she was also overcome with sadness. You looked so broken, so helpless. For once, Alexia had no idea what to do. She had such a wide range of emotions, seeing you like this for the first time ever. 

Alexia didn’t notice right away when you had hung up on your parents. As soon as you did so, you broke down fully sobbing. The sound of that was what had made your girlfriend snap out of her thoughts, running to you and immediately pulling you into her arms. It made you jump when she grabbed you, having no idea she had gotten home. You relaxed slightly upon seeing who it was but quickly tensed again, “Ale,” you choked through more sobs. “What are you doing here? How long have you been home?” you continued to gasp for air, more overwhelmed than ever both by your family as well as Alexia seeing how that had gone. 

The blonde continued to hold you tightly and stroke a hand down your back, trying to calm you down. “Training finished up early, I got home a few minutes ago,” she tried to explain, however you didn’t seem to be taking in her words. “You’re okay, mi amor. It’s just me, breathe.” 

You cut her off by shaking your head rapidly. Fully starting to panic, you pushed your girlfriend off of you and moved away from her slightly. The idea of Alexia seeing you like that, seeing how you and your parents treat each other, filled you with shame. Surely she would break up with you. Family was everything to her, and she just heard you yelling at yours. How could she possibly be okay with that? Somehow, you had managed to panic even worse, not even realizing it. At this point, you were fully struggling to breathe. All you could do was let out strained chokes and sobs, failing to catch your breath. “Mi amor, please let me help you,” Alexia started to plead with you as you still didn’t let her get closer to you. She was getting seriously concerned, not knowing how to calm you down. 

The more you struggled to take in air, you started to feel light headed. The rational side of you, deep down, knew Alexia was your only way out of this at this point. You had hit a point where you needed her help. If you didn’t let her help you, you’d most certainly make yourself pass out. Finally, you reached one hand towards her, nodding rapidly, inviting her to help you. Your other hand grasped at your chest, almost pleading with yourself to allow you to breathe again. As soon as you welcomed her, Alexia immediately came close to you, placing your outstretched hand on her chest. “Try to match my breaths, amor,” she spoke calmly yet much quicker than usual, filled with concern for you. “You’re gonna be okay, I’ve got you, just try to breathe with me, you can do it.” The older girl was basically begging with you, not something typical for her. Eventually, when your gasps started to be slightly more productive, she kept her one hand on yours, still pressed to the center of her chest. The other hand pulled you in close, now placing your head against her heart so you could hear it. She rubbed your back slowly, trying to not overstimulate you any further. “That’s right amor, you’re doing so good,” Alexia continued to encourage you as slowly your desperate breathing turned to silent crying. 

Eventually you spoke up as you became more aware of the situation. “I never wanted you to see that part of me,” you sobbed into your girlfriend, still entirely filled with shame over what she had just witnessed. It scared you so much. Surely this would make your girlfriend hate you. It should. You were awful to your parents. Granted they were equally awful to you, if not worse. And it had gone like this your entire life, you had no patience left for it. But it was no excuse. You didn’t deserve someone like Alexia. Someone who loved her family. And would surely hate you for how you felt about yours. 

Placing both hands on your face, your girlfriend forced you to look at her. “You never have to hide yourself from me. Never. You can talk to me, I promise.” Alexia was almost struggling to hold in her own tears at this point, her voice cracking on the last word. Seeing you like this, so broken, absolutely destroyed her. You just nodded slightly, not believing her words, as tears continued down your face. She pulled you back into her tightly, continuing to provide comfort. You tried to focus on the sound of her heart and the feeling of her hand running through your hair. The longer she held you, the more you were pulled from your thoughts of what had gotten you to this point. 

Once your breathing had become more normal, Alexia tentatively pulled back to look at you, “why don’t we go sit on the couch?” she asked softly, hoping that a new spot would further pull you out of the headspace you seemed to be so stuck in. “I’ll get you a glass of water? We can talk about it if you want or we can just throw a movie on?” All you could do was nod, tears still pooling in your eyes. Alexia was so perfect to you. You could never deserve someone like her. Not when your life was such a mess. The blonde stood up slowly, reaching for your hands as she did so. She pulled you into another tight hug once you were both standing before leading you to the couch. Once you were settled there with your favorite blanket, Alexia went to get you some water and a small snack, knowing it was your favorite. 

You felt numb as you waited for your girlfriend to return. Your mind was somehow both racing and empty. It was clear you needed to tell Alexia about your conversation, if you could call it that, with your parents. She deserved to know the truth about your family and you knew it was the only way you’d be able to make sense of the thoughts. Talking was your only way out of your head and Alexia admired how well you were able to communicate your feelings. It also helped her to know where your head was at and how she needed to be helping you. 

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice your girlfriend returning to you. She sat close to you, leaving it up to you if you wanted to snuggle into her further. After drinking some water, you were much calmer than before, effectively blocking all your feelings from your mind for the time being. 

Alexia knew you well enough to know this was not how you coped with stress. Blocking out your feelings would make you spiral even worse and both of you knew it. No matter how much you didn’t want to let her into that side of your life, you knew it was your only option. “Amor, talk to me. You know you can tell me anything,” she offered gently, trying her best not to push you into anything. Even though she hid it well, she was desperate to know what was going on, what could have caused you to lose yourself so quickly. It wasn’t like you. It made her nervous. 

Your response broke your girlfriend’s heart even further, “Your opinion of me won’t change, right?” you avoided her eyes, looking terrified of what her answer might be. She could barely even hear you, you were quieter than she’d ever heard you speak before. 

“Nothing could change my opinion of you,” she squeezed your hand tightly, trying to make her words sink in. “I love you, remember? I just want to help you” You had nodded slightly, but Alexia knew you weren’t really taking in her sentiment. “Prometo, mi amor. I am here for you. No matter what.” 

Taking a deep breath, you tried to find your voice again, but couldn’t do it. It was clear that you needed to explain everything to your girlfriend as she sat in front of you, looking at you with eyes full of hope, full of love. The words you were going to speak would surely make her realize that you did not share the same family values that she thought you did. How were you supposed to just say something when it was obviously going to change how she looked at you forever?

Part 2

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[girlgenius1111]

young, drunk, and alone

putellas!reader, infuriates her sister when she sneaks out and gets drunk with her friends. alexia comes to realize that maybe, this is a result of her pushing you too hard.

angst + fluff. brief mentions of blood and vomiting. and alcohol consumption. this is literally 6k word essay on how silly sisters can be.

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Sneaking out hadn't been your best plan. Was it really sneaking out if you slipped right out the front door? You weren't sure. Alexia and Olga were heavy sleepers, and because you had the following day off, you figured it was as good a time as any. You were planning on meeting up with some friends from school and going to a club. You didn't drink much; a combination of being a professional athlete, and someone named Alexia, who happened to be your very strict older sister.

You probably should have paced yourself. You also probably should have not run away from your friends, especially when you were blitzed out of your mind. You weren't quite sure where you were, or how long it had been since you'd bolted from the club. Or how many drinks you'd had.

You'd broken one of your... well, one of Alexia's heels, and you carried both shoes in one hand. You were really sleepy all of a sudden, and you spotted a bench a few meters ahead. You headed there, plopping down on the bench before pulling your phone out of your pocket. The screen swam in front of your eyes, and you couldn't figure out if your hand was moving, or if your head was moving. Something was, that was for sure.

You were somewhere. Somewhere in the city of Barcelona. You needed some help, though.

And you knew just the gal to come get you. Alexia could find anyone, but especially you; she had your location.

The phone began to ring, and you heard your sister's grumpy voice come over the line shortly after.

"Why are you calling me from inside the same house?" She said groggily.

"Aleeeeexiaaaaaa!" You sang, proud of yourself for solving your problem all on your own, especially while the earth was spinning so much faster than normal.

"Nena. You better be in your room right now." Alexia said through clenched teeth. You could hear her shuffling, and Olga speaking to her quietly.

"'M not in my room, Ale, sorry." You heard your door bang open, then, and Alexia confirm what you'd just admitted.

"I am going to kill you to death." Alexia warned. "Where are you? Are you safe?"

"I'm not totally sure where I am. There's a road... ooo and a bench. And I think a building. D'you know where I am?"

"My god. You don't know where you are?" Alexia cried, shaking off her girlfriend's advice to calm down.

"Nope. D'you?" You slurred.

"How would I know where you are!?!?" Alexia shouted. There was more shuffling, and Olga's soothing voice replaced Alexia's.

"Nena, Ale has your location. We're going to come get you now. Stay where you are, okay?"

"Yes ma'am." You said, saluting to the thin air in front of you. You hung up then, though you forgot to say goodbye, and awaited your sister eagerly.

-----

"I am going to kill her." Alexia seethed, driving well over the speed limit on the way to your little dot on her screen.

"You can kill her later, let's just make sure she's safe first." Olga sighed.

"This is Alba's fault. Or Mapi's. Or Pina and Cata's. I will find the culprit, and I will make them run so many laps..."

"She's right there," Olga interrupted, pointing to the park bench where you were sitting, looking blankly at your sister's car.

Alexia threw the car and park, and moved to throw her door open, but stopped when her girlfriend grabbed her arm.

"Alexia, she's drunk. She's not going to remember any of this tomorrow, so be nice now. You can yell later, yes?"

"Fine." Alexia sighed. She got out of the car, as did Olga, and they approached you carefully.

"ALE!!" You cheered, standing and tripping forward dangerously as you tried to tackle your sister in a hug.

"Hi." Alexia said evenly, easily catching you and helping you back upright.

"Thanks for comin' to get me," you slurred, slumping into your sister.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get you home nena."

"OLGA!!!" You yelled suddenly, turning and seeing your sister's girlfriend biting back a smile at the sight of you. You were gone. Completely gone.

"Hey nena." Olga said kindly, opening the door to the backseat for you. Alexia barely got you buckled in before you toppled completely over, now laying horizontally across the back seat.

"Ow." You said quietly. Again, Olga had to try really hard not to laugh, turning to her girlfriend, who just look exasperated.

"Maybe I should sit back there with her." The brunette suggested.

"I think that might be best." Alexia agreed, walking around to the drivers side and getting in. She looked in the rearview mirror, seeing you completely slumped on her girlfriend's shoulder, eyes already shut. It melted her heart, just a little, how much you loved Olga, and how much Olga loved you. Still, her overarching feelings right now were anger and frustration.

-----

Once Alexia had carried you from the car, deposited you on your bed, and placed a trash can and a bottle of water within your reach, she grabbed your phone, texting your friends that had clearly not been keeping an eye on you that you were home safe. She then stomped back into her room, throwing herself dramatically onto her bed.

"What was she thinking? Is she stupid? Is she the stupidest person on earth? She has to be."

"Ale, calm down." Olga said, following her in and shutting the door behind her. "Go to sleep. Deal with it tomorrow."

Alexia sighed, laying back down under the covers, before looking over to her girlfriend. "Thank you for coming. And for taking such good care of her." She said quietly.

"Always." Olga promised, pressing a light kiss to Alexia's lips.

-----

The next morning found you not laid in bed until the afternoon like you would have hoped. Instead, Alexia had dragged you out of bed at 9am, which she felt was pretty generous, threw some training clothes at you, and drove over to the Barça grounds. She had to pull over once for you to get out and throw up, but even though you were sweating, exhausted, your head was pounding, and your stomach churning, Alexia was unrelenting.

Olga was still asleep when Alexia had left with you, and you had wondered if you could text her discreetly to put an end to this before it started. Alexia had taken your phone hostage though, so that was a no go.

Now, Alexia had you running sprints. You thanked god above that it was a chillier, cloudier day, but running while you were violently hungover was still... a form of torture. She'd found a whistle, somewhere, and anytime you stopped running, she blew it at you, making the pounding in your head worse.

You managed to last 15 minutes before you stopped a few feet away from her, looking at your sister pleadingly.

"Ale, I'm gonna throw up," you warned.

Alexia's was unflinching, sunglasses down over her eyes as she stood, hands on her hips, watching you.

"I'm not stopping you." She said coldly, gesturing for you to do so.

"Ale, please," you whined.

"If you didn't want to run sprints hungover, you shouldn't have snuck out and gotten drunk." Alexia told you.

You turned away from her, throwing up what little water you'd managed to drink so far. When you were done, you turned back, finding Alexia directly behind you, holding out a sports drink.

"Drink." She instructed. You took it, chugging the whole thing as you held back a gag, knowing if you could keep any of it down, it would be somewhat helpful.

Things continued like this for another 10 minutes, until you were sure Alexia was going to keep you going until you passed out.

In fact, Alexia was just about to call it, not wanting to completely kill you, when she heard her name being shouted from just behind her.

"Alexia, what are you doing to that poor girl?!" Mapi yelled, marching towards her friend, while Ingrid broke into a run, heading towards you. You'd fallen to your knees, retching pathetically onto the grass, even as nothing came up.

"She snuck out and got drunk." Alexia dismissed, looking concerned at the sight of you on the ground, trembling violently in Ingrid's arms. Mapi grabbed her wrist, spinning her back around.

"Alexia. This is really harsh, even for you."

"Good. Maybe she'll learn her lesson." Still, Alexia couldn't help her gaze flicking over to where you were. You were okay, she was sure. She knew what you could take, and what you couldn't. You'd drink some water, take a cold shower, and sleep the rest of the day.

Mapi looked disapprovingly at her captain. "Maybe that would have taught you a lesson. I'm sure there are more effective ways of talking to your sister about this, than attempted murder."

"She's fine. I know her limits, and so does she. If she was really not well, she would have just stopped."

You wouldn't have. You knew your sister was furious, and you would have done anything to fix that. Anything. If it meant running until you dropped, so be it. Alexia didn't think you'd push yourself that hard, though. She way underestimated the lengths you would go to for her approval.

"Anyway, what are you doing here? It's an off day." Alexia questioned, beginning to walk towards you.

"Ingrid wanted to work on a few things." Mapi said.

They reached your side, and Ingrid looked up sternly at your sister, a glare set on her face.

"Ale, can we go home?" You asked pathetically. You were completely pale, covered in sweat, and you were shaking all over.

"Yeah. Let's go." Ingrid helped you to your feet, holding you steady as Alexia wrapped an arm around you, and began walking you towards the exit.

"Should we call child protective services?" Ingrid wondered sarcastically, watching Alexia drag you back to the car.

"Nah. She's 19. And Alexia will have to deal with Olga when she gets that poor kid home."

----

And have to deal with Olga, Alexia did.

She helped you into the house, the AC in the car and the endless supply of water Alexia had for you helping tremendously. You felt more alive now, and honestly, you must have sweated out a lot of the alcohol, because you didn't feel that bad.

You were still shaking, though, still pale. Alexia cringed internally when she heard Olga's feet quietly making their way towards the front door, as she helped you pull your shoes off.

"Alexia." Olga gasped. "What did you do, take her to get run over by a truck?" She walked forward, easing you away from your sister, and towards the living room, shooting her girlfriend a harsh glare over your shoulder.

"No. We had a workout to do." Alexia said casually.

"Nena, are you okay?" Olga asked softly.

You smiled up at her, relaxing back into the couch. "Yep. I thought she was going to kill me for a bit, but she didn't."

Olga sighed. You were back to joking, back to pretending that Alexia's behavior didn't bother you. Back to acting like you didn't need more support from her. This needed to stop. Now.

"Drink some water. We can try to get some food in you in a bit. Alexia, come with me." Olga's tone left no room for conversation as she headed up the stairs towards their room. Alexia didn't listen immediately to a lot of people, but Olga was one of them.

She trailed after her girlfriend a little hesitantly. She knew she'd taken it too far. She hadn't done any damage to you, but it was still too far. And Olga was about to give her hell for it. Which likely, she deserved. Alexia was stubborn, though, and she wouldn't admit to being wrong without a bit of a fight.

"Are you crazy? What were you trying to accomplish, Ale? Whatever you made her do was overkill. You didn't need to take it so far-"

"NO. She is my baby sister, and she is off getting drunk and getting lost, and-" Alexia interrupted, suddenly furious again.

"Alexia, she's 19. This is what 19 year olds' do." Olga defended.

"Not HER. She is supposed to be responsible. She is an athlete, she has responsibilities, she has people relying on her-"

Olga cut her off again. "God, amor, I cannot imagine why'd she'd feel the need to go get drunk. That doesn't seem like a lot of stress on a teenager at all."

Alexia was quiet for a moment. "If she was stressed, she would tell me. If it was too much, she would tell me." She said, though she sounded suddenly unsure.

"Would she?" Olga wondered. "You're pretty strict with her, baby. Maybe she doesn't need Stern Alexia, and tough love all the time, maybe she just needs love." This had been swirling around in Olga's head for the past few weeks, though she wasn't sure how to bring it up to her girlfriend. She'd watched as you would wilt when Alexia would give you a simple 'good job' after a game, directly followed by all the things she thought you could improve. She watched you do things, and instantly turn to your sister, to see if she was impressed or not. If Alexia was, she never let it show.

For Alexia, sternness, rigidness worked for her. She didn't need people to be soft with her, to tell her all the time that she was doing a good job, so she assumed you didn't either. Olga could tell, though, that every time Alexia ruffled your hair instead of giving you a hug, shook off your request to something fun instead of reviewing match footage, it crushed you, just a little bit.

Olga wasn't surprised that this had happened, not at all. You were acting out, trying to burn off some stress while also trying to get your sister's attention.She hoped it would finally make her girlfriend understand that you needed more from her. You were young, living away from your mom, and you needed someone to care for you, not just push you. You wanted that from your sister, too, although you were always appreciative of everything that Olga did for you.

Their argument fizzled out, and Olga realized Alexia needed space to think. She left her there to do so, heading back downstairs to check on you.

-----

You and Alexia didn't speak of the incident in the days following. You could tell something had changed, Alexia was being... different with you. Less intense.

You thought she was just really angry. Which was fair. You'd been stupid and irresponsible. She had every right to be angry. You decided to let it pass, to not push her into forgiving you sooner.

You didn't realize that Alexia was rethinking the entire dynamic she had with you, the role she played in your life. She noticed, suddenly, that you weren't as affectionate as you had been before. You didn't sit close to her on the couch when you watched TV together. You didn't pull her into a hug when you saw her. You didn't talk to her when you were upset after a game. You didn't immediately look for her when you got hurt. She'd been so focused on being the coach that she thought you needed that she'd forgotten to be the sister that you'd actually needed.

She could be your mentor without pushing you so hard, Alexia had realized. You didn't need another coach. You needed your sister. Alexia just wasn't sure how to fix what she'd broken.

When she did figure out how to fix it, it came naturally to her. It was suddenly instinctual, again, the strong feeling within her to take care of you, not push you to be better.

-----

The first time you got some idea that Alexia was making an effort to be different was a few days after The Incident, as you and Olga had named your adventure. You were coming back from seeing your friends; the very same friends you had gone out with. It had started off fine, everyone joking around about your disappearing act. As the conversation continued, though, it became clear to you that a few of them had seen you leave by yourself, and not bothered to go after you. And they had all been significantly less intoxicated than you were.

They tried to excuse their behavior by telling you they were distracted by various people they'd met up with at the club. When you pushed, asking why no one thought to keep an eye on you, or go after you when you ran out, especially after they'd been pushing drink and drink on you, enjoying how increasingly absurd you got, they got defensive. They lashed out, going on and on about how you should have been responsible, and it wasn't their job to babysit you. You knew that, but at the same time, anything could have happened to you when you ran out of the club. It was a miracle that nothing did. The argument escalated into a full blown fight, until you were shouting back and forth at each other, bringing up issues that were long resolved.

Eventually, you stormed out, walking the 15 minutes back to your sister's house, angry tears falling from your eyes. Your friends weren't the best friend's a person could have, you knew this. They were your only friends outside of football, though, the only friends that were truly your's and not also your sister's. That's probably why you kept them around so long, and you never would have thought they would care so little about your safety.

The words exchanged had been harsh, and you knew as you neared home that there was no salvaging those relationships. You were upset, everything hard about the week catching up with you. You just hoped that when you walked through the front door, Alexia and Olga would both be too busy with various tasks to notice how upset you were. Alexia hated your friends, and you knew she would tell you that what happened was for the best. That was absolutely not what you needed to hear, now, though.

You opened the door as quietly as you could, slipping your shoes off and carefully placing your keys down on the little table near the door. You turned to walk up the stairs, jumping slightly when Olga was suddenly standing directly behind you, looking at her phone.

"What do you want for dinner? Your sister and I can't agree," Olga asked, growing quiet as she looked up, spotting how upset you were. "What's wrong?" The brunette's face grew sympathetic, and you ignored how it made you want to cry.

"Nothing." You told her, dodging her attempt to rest a hand on your shoulder, and slipping up the stairs. You shut the door to your room. It was a mess in there, it was past time you cleaned it; and, anyway, you needed to do something to get your anger out, and furiously cleaning seemed like as good of an idea as any.

-----

Downstairs, Olga was conflicted. Normally, she would take this, as the more emotionally available adult in the house. She knew that you didn't want her comfort, though, not in the way you wanted your sister's. And Alexia had clearly been taking to heart what her girlfriend had told her, being noticeably different with you, even if she hadn't figured out quite how to act. So, Olga slipped off to the office, knocking and entering when she heard her girlfriend's voice beckoning her inside.

"Hey, beautiful," Alexia said, smiling from behind the desk. Olga smiled in return, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Your sister just got home from seeing her friends and I think something happened, she was really upset."

Alexia rolled her eyes. "They suck, I'm not surprised. Is she okay?"

"She ran off to her room, but she was crying." Olga replied, watching her girlfriend's expression carefully. Alexia looked conflicted, like she wasn't sure what to do.

"I'll go check on her." The blonde said finally, receiving an encouraging smile from Olga. She stood and headed towards the stairs, pausing when Olga stopped her.

"Just a tip. Telling her that her friends suck probably won't make her feel better. Even is she's mad at them. Just try to be nice." Olga suggested.

Alexia nodded, continuing on her way. Her girlfriend was more than a little amused at how nervous the blonde seemed. It was just you.

For Alexia, though, she didn't really know how to make you feel better. What would have worked for her was clearly not working for you, she saw that now. You were so different from her, so much more sensitive. She was nervous because she didn't want to say the wrong thing. She didn't realize, however, that any attempt she would make would be greatly appreciated by you.

Alexia knocked on your door, feeling a little ridiculous at how nervous she was, opening the door tentatively when you told her to come in. You were pacing around the room, folding clothes and putting things away, even as a few tears remained falling from your eyes. You looked furious as you cleaned rather aggressively, not acknowledging your sister when she walked in the room.

"Hey, nena?" Alexia called after a minute of watching you fold a shirt like you would have preferred to set it on fire. You hummed in response, still not looking towards her. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened." You snapped, moving on to another shirt, throwing the recently folded one down on the bed, huffing in frustration when the action messed up your meticulous work.

Deciding not to second guess her instincts, Alexia strode forward, taking the shirt out of your hands and setting it on the bed. She turned you so that you were facing her, placing her hands on your shoulders. You still wouldn't meet her eyes, and you were a good few inches shorter than her, but she could still see your angry resolve cracking, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

You didn't want to cry in front of her, not over the friends of yours that she hated. It was a waste, and you knew she wouldn't give you the sympathy that you wanted. That just wasn't how Alexia was.

"C'mere," Alexia said softly, wrapping her arms around you and bringing you into a tight hug.

Until this point, Alexia wasn't sure she quite understood what you needed from her. The second you melted into her arms, though, like a hug was all you'd needed, it became very clear. Olga was right; you'd just needed love.

Your shoulders were shaking with silent cries, as if you were trying to keep them quiet, and Alexia frowned, arms squeezing you tighter.

"You can cry, cariño, if you're upset. It's okay to cry." She whispered. Admittedly, expressing emotion wasn't something she was good with. She hadn't realized the effect this had on you expressing your emotions before now.

You cried into your sister's shoulder, no longer holding back after her words of encouragement, for a solid 5 minutes. Alexia didn't shy away from the display of feelings like you expected her to. Instead, she sat you on the side of your bed, carefully wiping the remaining tears off your face with the sleeve of her sweater.

Still sniffling pathetically, you looked down at our hands, not sure if you should tell her what happened, if she'd want to hear. Alexia caught your hesitation, sitting down next to you, and bumping your knee with hers. "Tell me what happened."

You took a deep breath, before launching into the story. Alexia grew tense next to you, clearly with anger, but you weren't sure who it was directed at. If it was at the reminder of how irresponsible you'd been, or if it was at your friends. When you finished, Alexia was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.

"They suck." She said finally, before shaking her head at herself. "No, Olga told me not to say that. You deserve better friends than them, especially if their are so unconcerned with your safety and wellbeing. What if you hadn't had your phone? What if something had happened? I wouldn't have known where you were, you could have been hurt." Alexia went on, growing more agitated.

"I'm sorry, Ale," you told her.

"No, no. I am angry with them." Alexia said earnestly. "For being so careless with you. They should have been looking out for you. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you, but I probably would have started with ruining their lives."

Protective Alexia wasn't a side of your sister you'd seen in a while. Not since you were 11 and you'd told her that a boy had tried to kiss you on the playground. She'd skipped training to march to your school, asking you to point out the boy. You had, and she'd held him up against the brick wall of the building by the collar of his shirt, warning him to never so much as look at you, ever again. He was appropriately terrified, and no one tried to mess with you again after that.

It was nice, feeling protected by your sister. It felt safe. It made you feel loved.

-----

Even after the conversation about your friends, Alexia still didn't acknowledge that something had changed.

Until after a rather rough match against Atlético. You were having an off day, your passes not connecting, your shots just barely missing the back of the net. She could tell you were frustrated, and she wasn't sure how to make you feel better. Normally, she'd give you a pat on the back, tell you to push through and focus. Alexia realized now, though, that you didn't need that from her.

Still, it was the middle of the match, and there wasn't time for a pep talk. She'd have to wait until the match was over, and then she could figure out what to say to you. Now, she needed to focus.

Alexia did focus. She focused on taking the corner, watching the ball sail towards your head. She focused on Lola's gloved hand extending towards the ball, and connecting squarely with your face. Alexia saw you drop to the ground, clutching tightly to your nose. The whistle blew immediately, and half the team was looking down at you uneasily, waving urgently for the medical staff. Lola was crouched by your head, clearly making repetitive apologies.

Normally, when you got hurt, Alexia kept her distance. She didn't want to suffocate you, and she didn't want to act unprofessional. On the pitch, you were teammates. Appearances didn't matter, though, not really, and she could be your older sister too, she knew.

Alexia sprinted to you, shoving players of both teams out of her way in her quest to get to your side. Lola saw her barreling towards her, and wisely backed up, leaving the spot just above you open, while the medics were arriving on either side of you.

You were still on your stomach, clutching tightly to your face, feeling hot blood seep into your hand. It was broken. You'd heard the crunch. And, like always when you got hurt, you wanted your sister to come hold your hand. You knew she wouldn't. She had to be professional, she had a reputation to protect. You were surprised when her soft voice met your ear.

"Hey, nena, can you roll over for us?"

Although your position smushed into the turf felt like the most comfortable you could get currently, you slowly rolled onto your back with a groan.

"Oh, honey," Alexia whispered, taking in the sight of your very broken nose, blood pooling all over your face.

"Broken," you mumbled, the movement of speaking hurting, blood filling your mouth. So as not to allow you to choke, Alexia and one of the medics carefully sat you up, tipping you forward, allowing your nose to drip into the towel being help against your face.

"She's right, I heard it break," Lola added, still hovering near you. It had been completely accidental, what she'd done, and she felt guilty. She backed up, though, when Alexia shot her a harsh glare.

"Are you dizzy? Nauseous? Are you going to pass out?" Alexia asked anxiously, knowing that you weren't a fan of blood. The medics exchanged amused looks at your suddenly overbearing sister, as you looked at her, less amused, and slightly comforted.

"No. Fine. Hurts't talk." You got out, closing your eyes as the pain intensified. Alexia's hand rubbed circles into your back, and you were floored when she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, right in front of the entire stadium, before looking to the medic for permission to help you to your feet. When he nodded and grabbed your other arm, they got you up, supporting you all the way to the sidelines, where another medic took over for you sister.

"Should I tell Jona to take me off?" Alexia asked you, still glued to your side, even as you neared the tunnel.

"No, go win." You spit some blood onto the ground, barely managing the words, and Alexia agreed uneasily, watching you all the way back inside.

The rest of the team was looking at her like she had two heads. Never before had they seen her be so nurturing with you, so outwardly worried. Alexia loved you, no one doubted that. She was just normally much more reserved about showing affection for her youngest sister.

-----

By the time Alexia got back to the locker room post match she was startled to see that you weren't in sitting in front of your locker waiting for her, or with the team doctors. They informed you that Olga had taken you home. You had a slight concussion, and your nose was broken, but didn't need to be reset, and you didn't want to wait for most of the second half to finish for your sister, so when Olga offered to take you home, you took her offer gratefully.

She sped through her shower and her post match routine, continuing to ignore the surprised expressions on her teammates face, and the rather satisfied one on Mapi's; the defender was finally seeing the return of the Older Sister Alexia she knew.

Alexia arrived home, abandoning her bag in the car and rushing inside. She wanted to make sure you were okay, more than anything. More than anything. It was like she'd just remembered that she was your sister, not just your captain, and her instinct to protect you was overwhelming her.

She marched right into the house, finding you laid on the couch, your head resting in Olga's lap an ice pack held over your nose by your sister's girlfriend, who was telling you an animated story about the crazy fan she'd run into in the stands today.

"Nena," Alexia sighed, feeling slightly better at the sight of you, more or less in one piece.

You sat up, still rather confused at the complete 180˚ your sister had done. "Hi." You had a rather disconcerting lisp to your speech, your lip swelling from the contact with the opposing goalkeeper's glove.

Alexia sat right next to you, removing the ice pack, and inspecting your face carefully.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Not as much now. The ice is helping."

"Have you eaten? Taken anything? You should drink a lot of water, and ice every 15 minutes, and make sure you sleep propped up on a pillow, and we should go to the dentist tomorrow, just to make sure your teeth are okay." Alexia rambled, gently nudging your lip up to look at the swollen gums surrounding your upper front teeth. "Are they loose? If they're loose, we should go to the dentist now."

You exchanged a look with Olga. You were rather confused, while she just looked pleased with herself.

"They're not loose. I feel fine, Ale, and I ate some pasta. I think I'm just going to go to bed, I'm really tired."

You stood, keeping the ice pressed to your nose, catching the slightly frantic look on your sister's face. "You'll wake me up if it hurts, or if something is wrong, right?" She questioned.

"Yeah, if you want me to." You told her.

She nodded, relieved. "I would like you to."

"Okay. Goodnight, guys." Before you could step away from the couch, Alexia was standing and pulling you into a gentle hug, being extra careful with... your entire face. She kissed your forehead, before shooing you off towards the stairs.

Bewildered but pleased with your sister's odd behavior, you headed for bed, hoping that Alexia would be more normal, if still just as caring, tomorrow.

-----

You knew that was out of the question when your door opened softly an hour after you went to bed. You turned, not having fallen asleep yet, seeing your sister stood in the doorway, a blanket in hand, worrying her lip between her teeth.

"What's up?"

"Can I sleep in here? I'm worried about your face, I can't fall asleep." Alexia admitted, taking one step forward before pausing, looking anxiously at you.

You blinked at her for a minute, wondering if this was some kind of bizarre dream where your sister had undergone a personality transplant, before nodding.

"If you want," you agreed, scooting over to make room for you sister. She climbed onto the bed eagerly, smiling at you. You smiled back, wondering if it was possible that your sister was on drugs. She took several minutes to get comfortable, settling under the covers before turning on her side to face where you lay on your back, eyes closed. You could feel her watching you.

"Alexia you can't sleep in here if you're going to stare at me all night like a psychopath." You said, not opening your eyes.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm just worried. I'll stop now." Alexia promised, rolling onto her back too.

You didn't say anything for a moment, not wanting to ruin the very sweet moment you were having with you sister, but also feeling curiosity burn through you.

"You're being really weird." You said finally.

Alexia sighed, like she'd known this was coming.

"Am I dying or something and no one bothered to tell me? Is that why you're being so nice to me?" You were only half joking. Alexia sighed again, and somehow, it sounded guilty. "Am I?" You asked, opening your eyes and looking at the blonde.

"No, idiota, you aren't dying. I'm just... I'm trying to be a better sister."

You heard all the time that your sister was awkward, but you'd never really gotten that vibe from her until now.

"Oh. Okay. You're a good sister already, Ale." You said gruffly, looking away from her.

Alexia blinked at you. "Well, I'm glad you think so, but there is always room for improvement. You shouldn't be surprised when I'm nice to you, or take care of you. That should be normal."

"Thanks." You said after a minute, clearing your throat. You hated when Alexia was so nice it made you cry. Hated it.

"You don't have to thank me. I love you, hermanita." Alexia said, and there was no mistaking the vulnerability in her voice.

You were so going to tell Alba about this, and make fun of Alexia endlessly for being so bad at human emotions. For now, though, you rolling into her side a little, resting your head on her shoulder.

"I love you too, Ale."

Alexia smiled to herself. God, she normally hated when her girlfriend proved her wrong, but this time, it had been so needed. She was greatful for Olga, and for you, for being so forgiving. It was very youngest sister of you, never holding a grudge. She loved you. A lot. She was going to be better about showing it.

-----

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Prompt: 21. Reader singing One Less Lonely Girl to _________ on the bus on a long trip from a game to announce their relationship.

Short but sweet one :)

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"You ready mi amor?"

Turning your head, Lucy leans against the doorframe, muscles on full display in the sleeveless England training top.

"Just finished, let's go before we're late"

Zipping up your England suitcase, Lucy offers to take it to the care while you get your backpack. A kiss on the cheek as a thank you and you quickly get your bag. Lucy jogs inside as you settle in your seat for the nearly 2 hour journey to St Georges Park. Jumping out ouf your thoughts, Lucy opens her door and waves around your white and green predators.

"You're a lifesaver, thanks baby"

This time, a peck on Lucy's lips as a thank you before she starts the car. Lucy's left hand never leaving your thigh tells you something's wrong. You look over at your girlfriend of just over a year until she realises you're staring.

"Something's going on in that gorgeous head of yours baby. What's going on?"

Now it was your turn to put a hand on her thigh. The car slows down to stop at the red light and Lucy looks at you with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I think we should tell the girls. They're starting to catch on"

Lucy looks back to the road and you stay quiet. Lucy keeps looking over at you every few seconds, worried she said something that upset you. You reassure Lucy that it would be good as you wouldn't have to sneak around at camps anymore and your younger sister Leah is going to burst at any second with the year long secret. As you and Lucy talk about both of your upcoming move to Barcelona, you plan a way to tell the girls and fans.

Lucy pulls up to the familiar training centre and there's a few girls waiting out the front, including your sister. Without saying a word, Leah runs over to you and nearly knocks you over with her power. Not seeing each other for a while makes you miss your best friend, even if you are 7 years older.

After reuniting with your sister, you and Lucy greet your close friends as more start to arrive. When everyone arrives, Sarina calls everyone over to the bus and you get in first securing the table at the back. With Lucy behind you, she slips in next to you, holding your hand under the table. You both are joined by Keira, Leah, Millie, Ella, Alessia and Rachel. After many rounds of cards against humanity and Monopoly deal, you all decide to watch a movie. Ella turns on the tv and it was set to a karaoke mode.

"Karaoke anyone?"

Millie questions and the group quickly agree.

You find the mic so ultimately, you go first. You whisper to Millie the song choice and everyone groans at the familiar 2009 hit.

"...if you let me inside your world, there's gonna be one less lonely girl!"

You look at Lucy like she's the love of your life and no one missed it.

Keira looked at Leah. Millie at Rachel. Ella at Alessia.

No one could believe it. The two most private people on the team are dating.

"Well that's one way to announce it"

Rachel comments as she turns the next song off. The mic goes back to it's original position and you cuddle up to Lucy as the questions stand rolling in.

The bus pulls up to the hotel and Sarina tells everyone their roommates and thankfully, you and Lucy get paired together. You and Lucy high five while your wall neighbours, Ella and Alessia groan.

"We're all happy for you two but no funny business, I mean it"

Sarina warns you two and you both are confused on how she knows but agree anyway. Lucy gets the keys and you both make your way to the room. You flop on the bed and groan about how comfy it is. You feel Lucy fall next to you and you immediately cuddle up to her.

"How about we break the internet and hard launch?"

Lucy suggests, making you sit up quickly.

"Let's do it"

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[spidybaby]

New streets

Summary: Trying to find your way into the streets of Barcelona by yourself for the first time is harder than you expected.

Warnings: none ❤️

Being new to the city was complicated. You moved from Tenerife to go to college in Barcelona, accepting Pedro's offer to move with him until you find your own place to stay.

You can't deny Barcelona was extraordinary, a city that has a lot of history, it's magical.

The problem is that you convinced yourself that you can start going out on your own without instructions.

When Pedro asked you to wait for him to arrive home so you could go to the market, you say no.

You already felt like a burden, having him drive you everywhere and not being able to do the same for him.

Fer even offer to take you and show you the streets, in any other occasion you'll say yes, but today you feel smart enough to do it alone.

"Estas segura?" (Are you sure?) Fer asked a little worried about you. "Si me dejas terminar con esto, te acompaño" (if you let me finish this, I'll go with you)

"Tranquilo Fer, voy rápido" (relax Fer, I'll be quick), you say, grabbing your things, ready to go. "Quieres que te traiga una Dr. Pepper?" (Want me to bring you a Dr. Pepper?")

"Por favor," he says, smiling. "Ten cuidado, cualquier cosa me llamas niña." (Be careful, call me if anything happens, kiddo.)

Once you're out of the house, you search on Google maps the closest market.

As you make your way down the street, you enjoy the views. Barcelona is breathtaking.

You were happy with how quickly you made it to the market.

Taking your phone to message Pedro, wanting to share your excitement with him.

(I know you're training and you'll see this later, but I have to tell you something 😋

I'm at the market, I got here alone and didn't get lost)

You block your phone and continue with your shopping spree, looking for the soda you said you were buying for Fer.

Your phone takes you out of your concentration when you are reading the back of a soda can.

("Hi baby ❤️ Actually I'm done with training.

😂😂😂😂 I'm happy for you"

"Do you want me to buy something for you?"

"No baby, I'm fine.

I'm noticing you're very close to the training camp. Do you want to come over here and then we go home?")

Not completely sure about it you Google the directions to get to where he was.

The trip to the market was easy due to it being an almost straight walk. The training camp was a more complicated way.

After a few minutes looking at the online map, you decide it was not that difficult, and you could do it.

("See you in a bit, I just have to pay, and I'm on my way. "

"I'll wait for you, please be careful")

You hurried with the last items and paid on a self checkout to be quick.

You followed the instructions as the map says, but you also decide to trust a little more than you should and text your friend.

After a few minutes, you noticed you were, in fact, not where you should be. You frown as the map says it's the right way, seconds mistake trusting that. You kept walking and texting, only losing the way more than before.

Ten minutes later and a different name on the streets as the gps says you begin to worry.

Not wanting to worry your boyfriend, you text Fernando.

("Remember I told you I was not going to get lost? ... Help")

You kept walking, trying to fix your mistake, little did you know you were making it worse.

("But 🤣🤣🤣🤣 you were getting five things at the supermarket, how did you end up lost?"

"Don't laugh at me, Fernando. I wanted to get over where your brother is, and I ended up lost"

"I can't help but laugh. Where are you right now?

"I don't know")

You tried to identify the streets to be able to tell where you were, no success.

The stress was getting over you, feeling dumb.

("Calm down, what stores are near you?"

"The Mercè library"

"You're on the other side of the camp, y/n")

The frustration was getting the best of you. Texting and walking on a road you didn't know was a bad choice.

The internal debate your mind was creating over two options, one, Fernando can give you instructions on how to take a bus or something, two, ask him what to do from now on.

Choosing the second option, you kept texting him.

("Any recommendations?"

"Yes, stay there and call Pedro, ask him to pick you up, please don't get lost.")

Sitting on a bench outside the library, you call your boyfriend.

"Preciosa, ya estas afuera?" (Baby, are you outside?)

"No, amor. Estoy por la biblioteca, del otro lado de donde estas." (No, love. I'm by the library on the other side of the city.)

"Qué pasó? Estas bien?" (What happened? Are you okay?)

"Si, estoy bien. Es que." (Yes, I'm fine. Is just.)

You doubt telling him the truth.

You know you don't have to be nervous over him knowing you're lost. Pedro would never judge you or make fun of you.

"Me perdí" (I got lost)

"Ay, mi amor. Esta bien, ahora voy por ti, quédate quieta que ya llego por ti." (Oh love, it's okay, I'm coming to get you, stay where you're I'm coming.)

You hang up after a small "Thank you."

Picking a candy from your grocery bag while waiting for him.

Your phone started ringing, it was Fer.

"Hola"

"Hola, llamaste a Pedro?" (Did you call Pedro?)

"Si, ya viene por mi, gracias." (Yes, he's coming to get me, thank you.)

Fernando senses the disappointment in your voice. As much as he wants to joke about it, he knows you wanted to do things on your own, not wanting to bother him or his brother.

"Ey no te pongas triste, es normal que esto pase, eres nueva en la ciudad y para ser tu primera vez sola no fue nada mal. Llegaste a la tienda por ti sola." (Hey, don't be sad. This is normal. You're new here, and for being your first time going alone, you did it great. You got to the market all by yourself.)

That makes you feel a little better.

"Gracias, te veo en un rato cuando Pedro y yo lleguemos." (Thank you, see you in a bit when Pedro and I get there.)

"Vale, los espero" (okay, I'll wait for you)

While you waited for your boyfriend to arrive, you saw the cars passing and finished your candy.

After a good ten minutes, you saw the black Maserati parking in front of you. Pedro pulled the window down smiling.

"Uber para la señorita más hermosa de España" (uber for the most beautiful lady in Spain)

You can't help the smile. He knows how to light up your mood.

"Gracias, pero no pedí un uber, de hecho estoy esperando a mi novio" (thank you, but I actually didn't order an Uber. I'm waiting for my boyfriend.)

"Bueno pero igual te puedo llevar, descuidado te deja esperando, te podrían robar" (well, I can still take you, careless dude, leaves you waiting someone could stole you)

You laugh and open the car door.

As you got in, he took the grocery bag and placed it onto the back seat.

"Hola preciosa," he says before kissing you.

The kiss was getting a little more heated than you expected, but the sound of a car horn made you separate but not before giving him a small kiss.

"Gracias por venir por mi" (thanks for coming for me)

You took his hand in yours and kissed the back of his hand.

"No agradezcas, mejor dime como acabaste hasta acá" (don't thank me, tell me how did you end over here?)

You tell him with details how you got lost. He laughed but did the same thing Fernando did, reassured you it was okay.

Once you arrived at his house he helped you with the grocery bag.

Fernando was waiting for the two of you with some dinner ready.

"La pequeña Dora la exploradora regreso de su aventura" (little Dora the explorer came back from adventure.) He says as he hugs you.

"No la molestes" (don't make fun of her)

Pedro tried not to laugh at the jokes his brother was saying, but even you were laughing.

"Sigue así y tomaras agua del bater, capullo" (keep up, and you'll drink toilet water, idiot). You laugh as you organize the groceries.

After helping with setting the table, the three of you ate and laughed at jokes Fernando was telling.

You offered to wash the dishes as Pedro took a shower and Fernando organize something in his room.

You were concentrated in the song that was playing in the background, but a pair of hands on your waist take you back to reality.

"Me alegro que estés bien y que lograras llegar a la tienda y ahora sabes también llegar a la biblioteca" (I'm happy you're okay and that you got to get to the market, now you know how to get to the library too) Pedro joke kissing your shoulder.

"Eres un pesado, amor" (you're an asshole, love), you laugh. "Tal vez para el partido llegue al camp nou por mi cuenta" (maybe for the match I'll get to Camp Nou by myself).

"Por ahora tratemos de quedarnos cerca, no quiero tener que parar el partido para ir por ti." (Let's get close for now, I don't want to have to stop the match to come get you) he jokes.

"Acepto" (deal), you say, tuning around to kiss him.

Just like the kiss in the car, this one was getting a little more heated than necessary, but you weren't complaining.

"Consigan un cuarto o pierdanse." (Get a room or get lost) Fernando joked.

You two laugh, hugging.

Even though your first experience by yourself was not the best, it was not bad at all. You had two boys who will do everything to protect you and you were thankful for both.

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