Alexia Putellas x Reader - Faint
Summary : It was one of those day when it’s hot as hell in Barcelona, around 32°C today. You were going back home when you start to feel dizzy but lukcy you. Someone was here to save you.
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It was one of those days when you miss fall. Miss the cold weather, going home to lie under your warm blanket, miss the hot chocolate season, miss warm soup, miss everything that feels cozy. Because this… this season is pure torture. 30°C a day, without any wind, any shadows. It’s not for you.
You finish work at 4 pm, you struggle to focus all afternoon because no matter how much you try, you overheat. You drink a lot, the sun always there, always making sure to stay in a fresh office, but it doesn’t work enough… It was just too hot. But before going out, you prepare yourself a bit: sunglasses, hat, and sunscreen. Sadly, you ran out of water a couple of minutes ago, so you will have to walk 20 minutes without it. But you can handle it… at least you thought.
The first 5 minutes went fine, music in your ears, you were focused on getting home as soon as possible. But the more you walk, the more you feel it. Your legs start feeling heavy, your pace gets slower, your throat drier. Yep, it doesn’t feel well, but you didn’t stop. Only 10 minutes now before home, you can do it.
You walk, struggling to focus but not wanting to give up. The sun hits harder than you expected, the wind is nowhere to be found, the air feels too hot. Every time you breathe, it feels like it burns your lungs. It makes you cough a bit. Your pace gets even slower because of your now heavy legs, but also because you can’t see properly anymore. It’s blurry, hard to focus. But when you try to stop, it’s too late. The second you stop walking, you fall. No big cry, no throwing up or anything else, you didn’t even see it coming. Too focused on getting home before the sun gets worse. Your body goes numb in the middle of a Barcelona street.
Training today was indoor. Even though we’re all used to Barcelona weather and know how to handle it, not everyone can, especially our foreigners. Even with the AC, it gets pretty hot in there and many are already tired.
- Gosh… this weather is gonna kill me.
- Ewa, it’s fine.
Our poor Polish girl lies on the floor, exhausted and sweating like crazy. The coach did a bit of strength training, some push-ups, abs exercises, everything to make us strong… so basically everything to kill us. Even though I don’t let it show, I struggle too, because the last game did a lot to me and I’m still recovering from a bad cold, so yes, it’s hard.
One last minute of plank and it would be over. My whole body is shaking, I’m fucking struggling right now to stay still, and Kika notices it.
- You’re shaking.
- Good eyes, Kika.
- Looks like our capitana is not as strong as she says.
- Kika, cállate!
- Oh, is that your ego?
I roll my eyes. This girl really gets on my nerves.
With a loud “ush”, all the girls fall on the floor. Even Kika and her teasing voice end up flat on the floor. No girl here brags about being strong after those sessions. The only sound we can hear is a collective breath, all those girls sweating and breathing like their lives depend on it.
- Please coach, tell us it’s over for today.
Cata’s voice is aching because she’s exhausted like everyone here, and her question is the one and only thing people care about now. Even the capitana herself, who usually brags about how good exercise is for the body, doesn’t say anything and waits for the coach’s approval to go home and finally rest.
- Yes, everyone, day of training is over.
Happy sighs echo from every mouth, even happy screams. They’re all excited to finally be free, and they don’t wait to hear more half of them are already grabbing their stuff, yelling:
Alexia is one of the last girls leaving. She greets everyone in the room, the coach and many more, then grabs her stuff to take a shower there. She is always the last one to leave because she likes it like that. After those long training sessions, she likes the calm of the shower and the sound of water on her body. She struggles to take off her sports bra since it’s soaked with sweat, then she steps in.
Once showered, dressed, and having applied sunscreen, she is ready to head home. She lives 10 minutes away from the training camp. The sun outside hits her hard; it’s so hot today must be climate change. The usual crowded streets at 4 pm are now empty. It’s nice to see Barcelona without the tourists yet.
Alexia was focused on walking. Close to her apartment, she took off her AirPods to grab her keys, but between the moment she grabbed her keys and the moment she looked back in front of her, she saw a girl falling or dropping to the floor, like her body had stopped functioning. The street beside her was empty; she was the only one there, with this strange girl she didn’t know, collapsing right in front of her.
Alexia walked toward the girl without thinking. With this temperature, no matter what happens, it’s dangerous to stay out here like that. She didn’t have to walk far, just a couple of steps, and she crouched beside her. Her first thought was checking if she was still alive or not. She pressed her palm on her chest slightly intimate, but she didn’t know how else to check.
- Oh Dios mío… está viva!
Then she put a finger under her nose to check if she was breathing and yes, she was. While checking the girl, Alexia noticed she slowly opened her eyes, but the struggle was real: shallow breathing, eyes barely open, and the way her body was definitely burning up. Alexia didn’t need more time to understand what was happening.
- Te dio un golpe de calor muy fuerte… espera, ven conmigo.
(You’ve had a heatstroke. Wait, come with me.)
Without thinking twice, Alexia grabbed the stranger in her arms, bridal style. No need to call anyone she knows how to handle heatstroke, and she lives just nearby, so it’s perfect.
Alexia struggled opening the door to her building, then the elevator, then her apartment not because the girl was heavy, she would even say she felt too light, but because it’s hard to open doors with one hand while holding an entire human with the other.
Alexia’s voice was soft, almost like she was scared to disturb something or someone. The first thing she did when she walked into her apartment was lay the girl on her sofa.
Bringing a total stranger into her apartment because she collapsed in front of her in the street… not everyone gets to experience that at least once in their life.
Alexia took off her shoes and quickly went into the kitchen. She grabbed two glasses of water and brought them back to the living room. That’s when she finally took a moment to look at you.
This girl looked… lifeless. Long hair, small nose, small lips. You were wearing a simple dress with a floral pattern. You looked beautiful, and Alexia would be lying if she said she didn’t find you pretty. But then she noticed the red cheeks, the slightly parted lips, how heavy your breathing was, the sweat on your forehead glistening like pearls.
She was so hypnotized by the beauty of her new… of the girl in front of her that she forgot the reason she brought her here. She needed to make her feel better, more alive.
Alexia walked into her bathroom and grabbed a bucket and a towel. The point here? Help reduce your body heat. Back in the living room, she took off your shoes and socks, then lifted your dress slightly to let your legs get some fresh air. Her apartment was modern and well insulated, so it was only 23°C inside.
- Lo siento… it’s a bit awkward because we don’t know each other, but don’t get the wrong idea, it’s just to help you.
Alexia really felt bad being this close to someone so vulnerable, but she was ready to swear it was purely to help you.
After that, she laid you down as gently as she could so as not to startle you. She watched you sigh and let out a small whine, like you were finally starting to feel better… more at ease. Alexia released a sigh too a relieved one. She placed the towel on your forehead and then sat on the sofa.
She turned on the TV and grabbed her phone. For now, that was all she could do. Let this girl relax and actually recover. She turned on a random show something she didn’t care about.
The minutes passed, and she mostly looked at you rather than the screen. Your breathing was softer now, much calmer. You may have fallen asleep—maybe you were just exhausted, or your body simply needed rest. Alexia didn’t know. But the only thing she knew was that she would take care of you until you felt… perfect.
When 6 pm hit, she finally got up. She decided, without asking you, that you would stay the night. It was getting late, and even if Barcelona was still alive at night, she didn’t want to risk letting you wander the streets in your condition.
So she stood up and walked into her bedroom. She took out a shirt and some underwear from her drawer for you to use as pajamas. She placed them in the bathroom with a towel for when you’d be strong enough to shower.
Then she walked back into the living room.
Your eyes were slightly open not fully, but enough that you were fighting the urge to close them again.
- If you’re tired, rest more. I’m in the kitchen cooking.
Alexia doesn’t wait for an answer. She first checks the towel resting on your forehead and refreshes it with the bucket still sitting beside the sofa. Only then does she finally walk into the kitchen to cook.
Nothing crazy or complicated. Tonight, it will just be a simple salad.
She starts by washing the lettuce, then cuts cucumbers and tomatoes of different colors, the TV show serving as background noise. Alexia looks surprisingly domestic, cooking and taking care of someone she met barely two hours ago and whose name she still doesn’t know.
Suddenly, she sees movement through the doorway. The girl slowly struggles to sit up on the sofa, and a few seconds later, a small voice asks where she is.
- Calm down. Don’t move too fast or you're going to hurt yourself.
Alexia is by her side almost instantly, helping her sit more comfortably. Once she's sure she's secure on the sofa, surrounded by more pillows than necessary, she hands her a glass of water.
- Drink. You had a heatstroke.
The stranger seems reluctant to take a glass from a complete stranger, but after a moment she gives in. She isn't really in any condition to refuse water. In fact, she feels more thirsty than ever.
Alexia helps her hold the glass while she drinks. Once it's empty, the girl looks genuinely relieved.
A small nod is the only answer she gets. The room falls almost silent.
Alexia hadn't really thought about this part. The moment when she would have to explain herself to an unknown person she brought home. But she has to, because right now the girl is looking around the apartment with a confused expression, probably wondering how she ended up here.
The girl's eyes move from the sofa she's sitting on to Alexia's face. She takes a moment to study her, really seeing her for the first time.
Alexia's eyes are bright, warm, almost impossible to look away from. For a second, the girl feels herself getting lost in them.
A small pause follows before the answer comes.
Finally, she had a name. An identity.
And Y/N? It was a pretty name, something quite unique in Spain. Not that it mattered to Alexia. She already found Y/N attractive, and now that she was awake, she could finally talk to her.
The question was serious and perfectly valid. Y/N had woken up in a strange place, surrounded by unfamiliar furniture, with a strange girl asking if she felt better as if she genuinely cared about her. The confusion was completely understandable.
- You fell... collapsed, actually. In the street.
- So you brought me to your place?
- Yes.
Y/N looked at her as if she still didn't understand why. Okay, she had collapsed. But why hadn't Alexia called the police or an ambulance? Why bring her home?
Alexia noticed the confusion lingering on her face and started explaining in more detail. The fainting, the fact that it happened right in front of her building, how hot Y/N's body had been, and how she thought the best solution was to bring her inside and keep an eye on her. Then she explained the wet towel she had placed on her forehead to help lower her body temperature, and the clean towel and pajamas she had left in the bathroom for her. Throughout her explanation, Alexia paid close attention to Y/N's expressions, watching how she reacted to every word and how she slowly seemed to understand why she had been brought here.
- If you want to stay, you can. I left you some pajamas. I can give you my bed, and before you woke up, I was making dinner.
Y/N nodded. Again.Probably for the five-hundredth time that evening.
Alexia blamed it on the fact that she was exhausted and still weak, but she really wanted to know what Y/N was thinking. Was she actually okay? Was she happy with the idea of staying? Did she want to leave? And most importantly, was she okay with the fact that Alexia had brought her home? Because at this point, there was no way Alexia was letting her wander the streets alone.
- Okay.
- Okay?
- Yes.
- Okay about what?
A small smile appeared on Y/N's face.
- If you don't mind... I'd like to stay here.
For the first time since she had found her lying unconscious in the street, Alexia felt herself relax completely.
The answer came a little too quickly. A little too happily. And judging by the amused look that briefly crossed Y/N's face, she had noticed it too.
This time, it's Alexia who nods. She wasn't entirely sure Y/N would agree to stay, but now that she had, she needed to get everything ready for her.
- Do you want to take a shower?
- Yes.
- Okay. Follow me. Can you stand on your own?
Y/N gets to her feet with a little help. Alexia stays by her side until they reach the bathroom door. Inside, Alexia shows her the pajamas she left out and explains how the shower works. Then she leaves her alone. Well... not completely. She doesn't go very far. Instead, she waits right outside the door, just in case. Just in case Y/N needs help. Just in case she collapses again. Just in case she needs an extra towel.
- Don't take a hot shower. Warm water, okay? Not cold either.
- ...Okay.
The answer comes after a brief silence, as if Y/N is trying to decide what to say. Alexia sighs.
Is she scared of her? Maybe. And technically... she has plenty of reasons to be. After all, waking up in a stranger's apartment isn't exactly a normal experience. But Alexia doesn't have much time to think about it. The shower stops running. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens. Y/N steps out and immediately freezes, nearly bumping into Alexia, who is still standing there.
For a second, neither of them says anything.
- The shower? Oh, no, no.
- Then why were you standing here?
Y/N hesitates, suddenly looking a little embarrassed.
- I... didn't know where to go.
A valid question. A valid point. Why was she standing there if she didn't need to be? Why had she stayed? In case something happened. But would Y/N believe that, or would she just think Alexia was weird?
- I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I waited here.
Her voice comes out quieter than expected, almost fragile, as if she's admitting to something embarrassing. The silence that follows doesn't help. Alexia quickly turns around and heads back into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. A few seconds later, she hears footsteps behind her. Y/N has followed her.
Alexia is dropping chopped cucumber into a bowl when she hears Y/N's voice.
- No. Just sit down on the sofa. Do you want more water?
- Yes. I wouldn't say no to that.
Alexia fills another glass and hands it to her. As Y/N drinks, Alexia takes a moment to really look at her. She must have washed her hair because damp strands are falling over the oversized shirt. Not that Alexia minds. Actually… She finds it strangely attractive. And seeing Y/N wearing her shirt makes something warm settle in her chest. It might even suit her better than it suits Alexia. The thought almost makes her smile.
Their fingers brush briefly as Y/N takes the glass. A tiny gesture. Barely noticeable. Yet somehow neither of them looks away immediately. Y/N drinks her water while continuing to look at Alexia. She tries to hide the fact that she notices it the way Y/N keeps looking at her, almost staring. But her cheeks turn bright pink within seconds. Soon, dinner is set up in the living room. Alexia sits down, and Y/N follows. The silence is awkward at first. Neither of them knows the other very well, and neither seems brave enough to ask the first real question. Alexia starts building her salad, filling her plate with vegetables and shrimp. They're a good source of protein, and most importantly, they don't require much cooking.
Y/N, who is making her own salad, immediately puts the ham back in its container when she spots them.
- Yes. I love them.
- Me too. Especially when you marinate them and then cook them.
- Cook them?
- Yes. You've never had cooked shrimp?
- No, never.
Y/N looks genuinely surprised.
- It's so good. You should try it one day.
- I will.
Neither Alexia nor Y/N really knows how it happens, but little by little the silence disappears, replaced by easy conversation and light laughter. After discussing shrimp, they start asking more questions about each other their jobs, their ages, their hobbies, and all the usual things people ask when they first meet. Y/N laughs at Alexia's stories about her teammates. Alexia laughs when Y/N explains, in great detail, why she absolutely hates snails. The conversation keeps flowing naturally. Before either of them realizes it, the sun has long disappeared. It's nearly 1 a.m. Alexia decides it's finally time to open the windows and let some fresh air inside. As she pushes one open, Y/N gathers the now-empty plates and bowls before carrying them into the kitchen. The simple scene makes Alexia's heart race.
It feels so domestic. So comfortable. As if it had always been meant to be this way.
- Alexia, where's the dishwasher?
Alexia walks into the kitchen. And once again, the sight in front of her makes her pause. Y/N is putting leftovers into containers to place in the fridge while casually asking where the dishwasher is. Like she's done it a hundred times before. Like she belongs here. Alexia steps beside her and places the dishes inside the dishwasher. Their shoulders nearly brush. Silence falls between them. But this time, it isn't awkward. It's comfortable. The kind of silence that doesn't need to be filled.
Once the kitchen was clean, the living room tidy, and the sofa back in order, Alexia let out a sigh. It was almost 2 a.m., and she was exhausted. Even though Y/N wasn't saying anything, she looked exhausted too.
Alexia led Y/N into her bedroom. The room was cool and smelled faintly like Alexia. And the bed… It was huge. Bigger than any bed Y/N had ever seen, sitting right in the middle of the room like a throne. Alexia grabbed her pillow.
- Where are you going?
- The living room?
- Why?
- To sleep.
- Oh no. I'll sleep on the sofa. Don't worry about it.
- ¿Qué?
Alexia stopped and turned around.
- You?
- Yes.
- No. You just had a heatstroke and collapsed in the middle of the street.
- I feel better.
- Feeling better and being better are two different things.
- I said—
- You can say whatever you want, you're not sleeping on the sofa!
- Neither are you!
- Madre mía...
Alexia sighed dramatically and tossed her pillow back onto the bed. She really must have been feeling better if she was this determined to argue.
- We can both sleep here.
- In the bed?
- Yes.
- You want that?
Alexia raised an eyebrow.
- Sleeping in my own bed? Yes.
Alexia settled into bed like she did every night. The only difference was that tonight, she wasn't alone. Y/N lay down on one side and released a content sigh before wiggling her legs beneath the thick blanket. Alexia looked at her, amused.
- What are you doing?
- I'm happy.
The answer came so quickly and so honestly that Alexia couldn't help laughing. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room was dark, peaceful, and comfortably cool. Outside, Barcelona was still awake. Inside, everything felt quiet. Safe. By the time 2 a.m. finally came around, both of them had fallen into a comfortable silence. And soon after, into sleep.
Alexia in her bed beside Y/N, the girl who wasn't quite a stranger anymore. And Y/N wrapped in blankets that somehow felt exactly right.
This is my LONGEST fanfic ever and it's about Alexia. I hope you like it ♥️
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