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soccerwag · 1 year

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I cant sleep and I’m craving a Gavi fanfic so I’m going to write one.

Carrying a part of you

Summary: Gavi and y/n weren’t friends, weren’t close at all, some even considered them enemies but a party with mutual friends lead the two to a future they would’ve never saw coming.

Pairing: Gavi x fem reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, pregnancy, anxiety, mentions of drinking. other than that pure fluff

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There you were, standing in the house of a mutual friend between you and gavi. You had worn a tight fitting shirt black dress. Your friend Balde had invited you to celebrate with him and the other teammates and friends on their winning game that week. Of course you agreed. I mean you weren’t too ecstatic about seeing gavi but it would be crowded so you could avoid him surely right?

Wrong.

You walked over to the little bar they had set up and ordered a few drinks. You had a really stressful week this week from moving houses and finishing uni. You were downing you 4th or 5th drink and you were now drunk, not blacked out drunk but enough to slur your words and settle your mind from all the racing anxiety.

Someone had walked up beside you. You didn’t bother to turn to look because right now you were focused on you. That was until the familiar voice spoke to you.

“You know, I never would’ve known you knew how to make yourself look somewhat appealing to the eye.” Gavi said to you.

All you did was scoff. You turned to look at him dead in the eyes, piercing his.

“And yet you can’t even achieve that gavira.” You said in a harsh tone.

He just smirked at your response then offered his hand to dance. You hated him but your drunken mind wasn’t thinking straight enough to argue so you gave him your hand.

Pablo didn’t actually hate you, quite frankly he adored you, admired you but he was scared of his own feelings so in return he was mean to you to push those feelings away. Tonight though was going to be the night he slipped up, the night he showed you how much he actually liked you.

You guys began to dance. You were actually enjoying yourself, he held you rather gently, twirling you and dipping you. You just assumed he was as drunk as you.

The night went on and at some point you and Pablo got close, real close. You guys ran off to an empty bedroom. And the rest of the night was a blur of pleasure and sexual tension.

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You woke up the next morning, somehow back in your house. You don’t remember how you got home but a part of you was glad you were home. The last thing you remember was gavi kissing you and whispering something that you couldn’t quite remember.

You went back to your normal life again. Although things between you and Pablo had changed slightly. He wasn’t mean anymore, he stilled trashed you but he was more gentle with you, like he was more caring.

A few weeks have past by now. Everything felt off but not in a bad way but also not in a good way. You were sick and emotional. At first you had thought it was your period, that was until you realized your period was weeks late.

“Oh no…” you said to yourself.

You tan and grabbed your keys before heading to your local pharmacy. You went from isle to isle looking for the pregnancy tests until you found them, you grabbed two boxes, you wanted to make sure all the answers would come out the same. You went and paid for them and on the way home your anxiety was at it’s all time highest. You can’t have a baby not right now, not with Pablo was all you were thinking.

You parked your car before going inside heading straight to the bathroom. You had grabbed a cup and peed in it before taking a syringe and putting pee on all four of the tests. You were not slightly shaking, tapping your foot and biting your nails. Within seconds, before the 15 minutes the box told you to wait, the answer was there, clear as day.

You were pregnant.

You broke down crying. Clenching your knees to your chest. How could you let yourself let this happen. You were angry and anxious and scared. You somehow got the courage to reach for your phone and dial and all too familiar number.

At first you thought he wasn’t going to pick up, the phone kept ringing and ringing. Just as you were about to hang up you heard his voice.

“Hey y/n what’s up? I’m at training right now.” He said in a slightly annoyed but worried tone.

“Can you just come to my place please, it’s an emergency.” You said crying softly into the phone.

When Pablo heard your whimpers he immediately said see you soon before hanging up. All his teammates were confused as he bolted out of the stadium before getting a cab to your place.

After a little bit you heard a knock on your door. You opened it and immediately fell into Pablo’s arms, crying.

He comforted you by rubbing your back and hair and saying everything’s gonna be ok even though he didn’t even know what was wrong.

“P..Pablo you’re gonna be a f..father.” You said between sobs.

Pablo froze. He was shocked, not mad but shocked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I’m about to ruin your career. But I can’t do this on my own, I’m sorry if I create a scandal because we’re not even together, I’m sorry you’re about to be the father to a kid of the girl you hate most. I’m sorr-“

You were cut off by his lips on yours. You were taken aback. But you kissed back. Something drawing you guys together.

He pulled away rubbing the tears off your cheeks.

“If there as anyone in the world I’d want to have a baby with it would be you y/n. I assumed you were too drunk the night I told you but I love you, I loved you from the moment I saw you but I was scared of those feelings so I was mean to push you away. I’m sorry for that but I am here now, to love you if you accept it, to be the best father I can be for our baby on the way.” He expressed, tears coming to his eyes too.

“Oh pablo, of course I’ll let you love me but I’m scared what if I’m an awful mother…” you told him still anxious.

“You’ll be and amazing mother I promise, and you’ll be an amazing wife to me one day.” He said chuckling trying to lighten up the mood.

You laughed.

“Hey hey hey now, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet mr.” You said jokingly.

“Well then, ms y/n will you do me the honors of being the most amazing girlfriend ever.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yes I will mr gavira.” You said with a smile before pressing a peck on his lips.

“Can I post this.” He asked and you just nodded.

Pablogavi

Baby gavira loading….

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Pedri: never would’ve seen this coming but CONGRADULATIONS HERMANO

Ferrantorres:YES A BABY TO SPOIL I WANT ONE

-> siramartinezc: Patience honey

Ansu: WOAH I MISSED A CHAPTER

_r19: IM GOING TO BE AN GRANDPA

aurorapaezg: IM GOING TI BE AN AUNT?!

Pablofan: aww gavi is gonna be a dad!!

Pabloswife:that should be me

Pabloxy/n: I’ve always shipped them

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I hope you guys enjoyed it, it was slightly rushed and I’m sorry if it’s super long, let me know if you guys want a second part.

#imagine #blurbs #soccer #pablo gavi #gavi x you #gavi imagine #gavi fluff #gavi #gavi x reader #pablo martín páez gavira #pedri #ferran torres #ansu fati #football #robert lewandowski #lewandoski

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pedripepinillo · 1 year

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what do u think hanging out with pedri and gavi and ferran and sira is like??

headcanons de salidas con gavi, pedri, ferran y sira:

advertencia: lectora fem.

- para empezar, ¿estamos todos de acuerdo que ferran y sira son los padres en esta salida?

- gavi, pedri y tú se auto-invitan a la cita <3

- usualmente cuando salen van a tomar un helado, o van a la plaza a caminar y comprar cosas totalmente inútiles.

- pero ferran es TACAÑO así que solo se dan el lujo de mirar.

- dije que ferran es tacaño, ¿cierto? bueno, su tacañería se le olvida cuando se trata de sira.

- eso molesta (de broma) a los chicos. ellos también quieren el helado triple ):

- JAJFJSJS SONIDOS DE ASCO CUANDO SE BESAN !!!!!!

- “ewwww” “se pegan las bacterias” o algo así dicen gavi y pedri.

- tú, por otro lado, disfrutas de la compañía de tus amigos mucho, tanto que los sientes como si fueran familia.

- te llevas re bien con sira porque es de las únicas chicas con las que sales rara vez.

- me refiero a que estás todo el tiempo rodeada de chicos toscos y brutos, así que te hace bien salir con sira. piensas que es re linda.

- los golden boys y tu van de la mano (tu en medio claro) porque de ese modo no se sienten tan solitarios ): </3

- vAN A LAS MÁQUINAS DE PELUCHES !!!

- sira gana uno para ferran 🫶 porque ferran no pudo pescar ninguno (pobrecito)

- y cuando es turno de ustedes de jugar, gavi se enoja y golpea la máquina porque no logra sacar absolutamente NADA ):

- pedri al final saca uno y te lo obsequia, pero pablo lo adopta diciendo que es el nuevo hijo de los tres <3

- todo es muy caótico porque tú, gavi y pedri están de mal tercio mientras ferran y sira solamente querían una salida normal TT

- otra cosa que les gusta hacer para pasar el rato los cincos juntos, es juntarse a ver películas en el apartamento de ferran y sira.

- totalmente pedri se lleva toda la fuente de pochoclo para él solo 💀

- al final siempre pelean por elegir la película que van a ver, sira se harta y termina escogiendo ella una lmao.

- terminan viendo titanic o algo así, y los chicos lloran tanto que hasta les da risa.

- una vez fueron al cine y tuvieron una pelea de comida dentro, detuvieron a los 5 y ahora los vetaron del cine y no pueden entrar más nunca.

- moraleja: controlen a gavi.

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amoosarte · 2 months

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𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀

━━━ in which the newspaper boy and a highclass girl fall in love but will it be okay noting their social class? (use of spanish, a little somewhat of the notebook trope!)

The shimmery ball of sun would rise everyday to cast sunlight upon the greenland everyday, letting the humans open their eyes from their daily slumber.

Mornings were quiet and calming, as each high class houses would slowly start, as maids and workers would get the breakfast ready, get the children up for school, let the dogs out.

Well normally but in a street where a nice baby blue house stood was usually where a girl would drink her morning tea and her breakfast out on the front porch. In her white ruffled crew neck blouse and her light maroon skirt long enough to reach her ankles.

Guadalupe would simply be ruby, her brown hair would always catch people's attention, as it was curly, then her cocoa skin, then again there were her doey hazel eyes. She was certainly eye capturing.

So when the neighborhood news boy start to roll his bike, throwing the newspaper into the rich front yard. His brown eyes would lock with hers, and he was simply taken aback, making him try to steer his bike away from the bod in front of him.

Guadalupe gasped when she heard the boy crash and a dog bark, she stood up and looked around and didn't see her dog anywhere near here, until she saw the front gate open. "Dios mío, ¿estás bien?" Guadalupe asked, rushing towards the front gate.

"¡Ay gustavo, bájate de él!" Lupe squealed as the dog returned back inside the front gate, Lupe rushed to help the boy get up. "¡Lo siento mucho, no sabía que podía salir!" Lupe looked up, only to find such pretty eyes already looking at her.

"No, está totalmente bien." He rushed to pick up his hat that had fallen off his head, and dusted himself off. The two of them stood so close yet didn't dare utter a word. Not until Lupe stepped back and extended her arm. "Guadalupe."She said, looking once again up towards him.

He had soft light brown hair, white skin, and adoring brown eyes, pink lips and two beauty marks. "Pablo." He said, taking her hand, in which felt a bit sacred.

Pablo had never touch something so clean, then again so elegant. "¿Eres el chico del periódico?"Lupe said, smiling as his face gave away his defocus. "Sí, trabajo para la empresa de periódicos." Pablo noticed his words stutter, and quickly became red.

"Señorita, se enfría la comida!" Lupe heard one of her maid say, before she turned back at the boy in front of her. "Nos vemos por ahí, Pablo." She waved goodbye slowly, letting the boy return her farewell before stepping back inside, making sure to lock the door.

Pablo was quiet as he rode his bike again, tossing and throwing news onto the front yards. His mind would often return to the encounter he had with the young lady, making him turn warm.

Pablo came back around the same time again, usually tossing the paper into her lawn slowly, quickly catching her attention. They chatted every time he came by, and instead of throwing the paper, he would hand it to her.

Never once ignoring the soft smile she would grow, noticing the light dimples she had.

It took courage, but after a good week of seeing and talking to each other, Pablo had made his move. "Oye, ¿te gustaría ir a la feria conmigo?" He said, holding onto the railing of her fence, him on one side while she stood on the other. "Claro que si, me gustaria ir contigo." Lupe smiled big, but what he said next caught her off guard.

He said he wanted to ask her father for permission, making her look at him in awe, no other boy had done that for her. She could tell the boy was nervous, he had thoughts running behind those brown eyes, and all she could do is squeeze his hand as reassurance.

Pablo had the day off, and he was dressed in his best clothes. His mother helped him get ready, looking presentable. So then he stopped to grab some flowers for her mother and for her, in which he thought it was a good idea.

Then he rode his bike near his daily route and stopped at her gate, looking at the dog that knew him by now. He was hesitant but determined. He rung the doorbell and who answered it was a maid, letting him in.

Guadalupe rushed down the stairs and looked at the boy, two bouquets of flowers in his hands. She smiled "Hola, no te preocupes. A mi madre le encantan los caballeros, solo sé tú mismo con mi padre". Lupe had put one hand on his cheek that had turned red, reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about.

Lupe had guided him to the living room, where her parents rested, her father reading today's newspaper and her mother crocheting. "Father, Mother, Pablo is here." This caught the attention of both grown ups.

"Hello, good afternoon." Pablo smiled and plastered his best smile. Her mother quickly stood up, and he handed her the flowers that were hers, and so did he hand Lupe's. "Why thank you, with me your off to a great start." Her mother hummed out delighted the boy had manners.

"I know you, your the news paperboy." Her father looked at him, before extending his hand to have a firm handshake with him, in which Pablo gave. "Yes sir."

"Well then, what is it you're here for?" He father asked directly, making Lupe wander her eyes between both. "I'm here to ask for your permission to take out your daughter tomorrow afternoon." Pablo looked at him confidently, making the man still for a moment.

Her father looked at her and saw hope, and he knew it was going to grow. "Join us for dinner?"He said giving him his nonchalant smile.

Pablo was going to say something but the man had walked off, making Guadalupe and her mother look at both of them. "You're doing great dear, he's just testing ya." Her mother said, reassuring him.

He had noticed her smiled looked just like Guadalupes, making him now look at her when her mother walked out. "You're doing okay, you're being true and sweet." Lupe had gave his hand a squeeze leading him to the dining area.

Dinner went smooth, and Pablo was taking in her advice. While her father was testing him and asking him questions, he answer truthfully. "How about school?" He asked.

"I'm in my last year of highschool, hopefully I will get accepted at an University." Pablo had placed the food on his fork into his mouth right after, looking at the man that held many of Guadalupe's features.

Her father had thought many things in the meantime of dinner, this boy infront of him was impressing him. He was middle class, good track in school, had managed a house, knows responsibility and most of all, looks at his daughter lovingly.

"Well, I've come to my conclusion." He said, placing his utensils down and looked at the teens in front of him. "You may take my daughter out tomorrow afternoon, but with rules." Just with the few words the man had spoken, Pablo had hope and was ecstatic.

"You will return her by 10 and take care of her, if there's a scratch on her when she comes back, we all know the answer for the next one." He said. Sure to say they both had smiles by the end of the night.

"¡Pablo, ganame ese osito!" Guadalupe smiled tugging his arm, making the boy smile and look at what she was pointing at. "¿Quieres intentarlo hijo?" The game stand host gave him three darts, in which he nodded and gave him money.

Pablo felt his focus draw in and he was locked in, determined to get her this bear. He did just that as three of the darts feel inside a balloon in the same row, earning himself a prize. "El oso, por favor."

The host did just that handing him the bear and going to the next pair in line. "Para ti preciosa." Pablo have her a charming smile and she had laughed and took her won prize.

Then she had kissed his cheek, leaving him shocked. "Gracias guapo." Lupe had a bright tint of red on her face, making the boy laugh. "En su lugar, haz que el siguiente aterrice en mis labios". The boy hummed and he leaned down to her ear and whispered the filth.

Guadalupe couldn't help but laugh and pull him away, making him smile like a boy and follow her. After some time after, he had offered getting them dinner in which he agreed.

Her hand felt so warm in his, she smelt like cherries. She had this red and white polkadot dress and her hair was curled, leaving her looks happy.

He had his daily going out clothes and his hair was swayed to the left. Their hands swung up and down as Pablo took her to a spot for dinner, they had just left the fair and were now in the plaza.

They sat near an italian restaurant, making the owner immediately notice Pablo. "¿Es esta la chica de la que has estado hablando?" The chef smiled when the boy nodded, laughing just a bit. "Si, es Guadalupe.." He said introducing her, making her smile for the hundredth time this afternoon.

"Then consider it on the house tonight!" The chef smiled, making the boy protest but after some time he gave in. "You know the chef?" Guadalupe looked at him, thanking him for pulling her chair out. "I actually work here, it's my second job." Pablo smiled.

"Then let's enjoy this tonight." Guadalupe had slowly grabbed his hand, displaying once again that sweet smile, making him melt just a bit. After a good time, some paste came out, an huge plate, enough to feed both of them.

They ate and talked, making them click even more. Guadalupe could say he landed another date because she was so in love with him it made her giggle. Pablo was in the same boat, he could imagine so many things with her, and he just hoped she loved tonight as much as he did.

He had walked her home after dinner, giving her his jacket. The night was a bit cold and silent, some dogs going onto the streets, some lovers as well.

They had a look in their eyes that said they didn't want this night to end. As they stood near the her front gate, in where everything started from, Pablo looked at her so tenderly.

"Me encantó hoy." Lupe had a tight grip on his hand, he just returned the gesture, just smiling and turning warm. "Que bueno… ¿Te gustaría hacerlo de nuevo?" Pablo smiled leaning just a tab bit in.

She had noticed making her step just a bit too, then nodding to his question. "Sí, por favor." Guadalupe stood slowly onto her tippy toes, making Pablo catch on.

He let go of her hands slowly, then placing them softly on her caramel colored face. He was nervous, she could tell by the way his hands were warm and a bit sweaty, she didn't mind though.

His pink lips and her lightly stained red one kissed, it was like a perfect puzzle that had been completed. Guadalupe sighed, letting her hands rest softly on his chest, and Pablo couldn't let go.

Then they slowly parted, and he could feel her warmth seep out of the place they once were. "Buenas noches, Pablo." Guadalupe smiled, making the boy smile too. "Buenas noches, Guadalupe."

He had watched her take off his jacket, in which he stopped her. "Guárdalo, puedes devolvermelo mañana." He placed in on her again but then zipping it off. She nodded, about to turn away until he had spoken again. "Devuélvemelo también con un beso."

Guadalupe looked at him, already on the other side of her gate. She sniffled a light laugh, so quiet only he could hear in the beginning of the night. "Cuídate, Pablo."

That was the last thing she said before walking to her front door, looking back at him one last time before smiling at him then disappearing. Pablo smiled before riding away from the house he was eventually looking forward to coming back to.

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taasgirl · 3 months

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summary: as barcelona's newest physio, y/n's job becomes increasingly difficult through language barriers and awkward encounters; until the guide of a few players assist her in navigating Spanish life.

author's note: i am not a spainish speaker so please don't attack me because this is all translated.

NOT PROOF READ. Sorry if there are any mistakes lol

Why did I ever move here? Although Spain is gorgeous, I miss Sydney far too much. And to even consider applying for a job as physio for Barcelona, delusional. But here I am.

Notes in hand, I make my way through the main building, approaching a desk occupied by two women.

"Hola, en qué puedo ayudarte?" The blonde one says, skimming my casual attire. "Hola, hablo no espanol." The woman straightens her posture and repeats her question, but this time in English. "Hello ma'am, what can I help you with?"

A deep breath, and I begin speaking, "Hi, I'm here for the role as general physio - I'm Y/N L/N." Quickly, the woman begins typing into her computer, skimming blurbs of information until she finds what she needs. "Welcome to the club Y/N, please take a seat while I contact the head physio." I nod in response and take a seat facing towards the television.

After around five minutes, a man appears from the corridor. "Y/N, Que tal! Please follow me." I leave my seat and follow my new coworker, Beau Martine. "How are you finding Spain?" I pick up on a French accent, pleased to not be the only non-Spanish person. "Ah. it's definitely an adjustment for me." I pause before continuing. "I thought I'd pick up on the language a little easier but I guess that's something that'll improve while I'm here." Beau opens a door, allowing me in first.

"Take it from me, it does get easier." A smile quirked the man's face, instantly calming some of my worries.

We're in a small, but manageable room. "This is your office Y/N." I take a look around, it's nothing flashy, simply a desk with two chairs and a cabinet. "It definitely needs some decorating, but here you will be completing paperwork and doing general admin." He continues "Your programmes and duties will not be run in here, but further down the hall in the recovery room." Beau points to the door, signalling a further examination of the building.

Walking a few meters, we enter a large room. Already, there are two physios, a man and woman, massaging and rehabbing players. I smile at them before Beau introduces me. "Saludos, this is Y/N, our new physio." Before the two could introduce themselves, Beau speaks, "Maylin and Christos are our recovery coaches, both specialising in post surgery recovery." They smile at me, while still attentively helping their patients.

"Training begins soon, so we'll head out to the fields to supervise the boys."

Once we arrived at the ground, I could feel the eyes of a few players, obviously aware of my lack of Barcelona gear, confused by my presence. Now, more than anything, I am grateful that I don't need an introduction. I am so totally okay with just standing and observing.

While another coach directs the warm up, I evaluate the players, concluding how absolutely beautiful some of them are.

I would be lying if I said that I hadn't watched edits of the players before-hand. But to me, that was simply all research. Throughout the session, my gaze found it's way back to a certain player. A certain player whose aura mesmerised me. Pedri.

Sharp but smart moves were a constant by him, and I was in awe by his calmness on and off the ball.

With about twenty minutes left, a player fell to the ground with a high pitched yelp. Immediately engaging Beau and myself to his aide. Looking down, it was Ferran Torres. He clutched his knee in agony.

I put my hand on his knee, evaluating any type of inflammation. "Vamos Ferran, vamos a llevarte adentro" (Come on Ferran, let's bring you inside). Beau and I helped him up, ensuring no pressure was put onto his affected leg.

Making our way into the recovery room Beau says to me "He's all yours, work your magic Y/N." I smile appreciatively at him while we lay Ferran down. Soon enough it's just Ferran and I, and I can feel my heart beating erratically.

I've never been this nervous to evaluate an injury before, so why do I feel as if I'm about to vomit everywhere?

Ferran, now completely quiet looks up at me. "You new here?" I nod in response, praying that he won't speak to me in Spanish. "I'm Ferran." He holds his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Y/N." His smile fades when he remembers his pain.

While I assess his knee, he continues with conversation. "Are you American?" I look at him, slightly unamused. "Not at all. Australian born and raised." I touch his knee causing a groan. "I know this hurts, but you've hyper-extended your knee."

"Joder." His only response. As I search for ice, he breaks the silence again. "You know, a few of the guys out there were calling you pretty." I look at him, slightly blushing. "I think it was Balde who said he'd get injured just so he could talk to you." My eyebrows raise. For such serious athletes, they sure do have interesting perspectives.

"Well I guess I should be lucky to be in here with someone who is actually injured." Ferran looks towards me. "So if you're a graduate physio, how old are you?" Almost instinctively I reply, "Twenty. I did accreditations for university while I was still in high school, so I was able to graduate before my peers." Impressed, Ferran tilts his head. "Hm, you're similar to Pepi's age." The next sentenced he mumbled, although I could perfectly understand what he said. "Probably his type too." I look up, pretending not to hear his additional comment.

"Who's Pepi?" At that exact moment, two players had walked into the room. "Joder Ferran, what happened?" Alejandro had walked over to his friend and immediately diverted his walk when he saw me.

"Ella es igual de hermosa de cerca." (She's just as beautiful up close.) I smiled nervously, not understanding a single word. Ferran responded, making Pedri blush "Es el tipo de Pepi." (She's Pepi's type.)

I've never once envied people for speaking Spanish, more than I feel right now.

"Sorry for their interruption, they're just a little curious." Ferran had said, playfully pushing Pedri. "Ale, Pepi, this is Y/N she's the new physio." Suddenly Alejandro gripped his hammy.

"Fuck I think I tore it." Instinctively I rushed to him. I went to feel his leg before he and the rest of the boys began laughing. "Just kidding querida." I awkwardly laughed before placing ice on Ferran's leg.

Ferran, Pedri, and Alejandro continued to talked while I scribbled an outline of Ferran's recovery. It would involve consultation regularly, with physical therapy to assist his knee. Luckily he wouldn't need surgery, which meant he was my patient for the next few weeks.

Walking to Ferran, I explained his recovery process. He would be out for a few weeks and wouldn't be kicking a ball for at least another two. He attentively listened, and by the time I had outlined what we would do in our meetings, Pedri and Alejandro were lifting him up. I helped the boys out, while making my way to my office to write an article of review.

After writing a page or so, a loud knock came to my door. "Come in."

In walked the head coach, Xavi. "Please, have a seat." I signalled to the seat opposing my desk, allowing him to sit down.

"Lovely to meet you Y/N." He smiled at me. "I know this is your first day, but here we follow tight procedures in terms of injury reduction and recovery." I nodded, allowing him to continue. "To my understanding, Ferran has hyper-extended his knee. And according to him, you've already began a recovery plan." Wait, was I not meant to do that? Fuck I should've talked to Beau first.

"If you have a plan, I'd like to see it." I turned my computer to face him. He skimmed what I had written. "This is great. You should be proud." Unknown to him, I had written plenty of recovery plans for hyper-extended knees. This was second nature to me. "Do you mind forwarding it to me? Here I'll write my Email and number down so you can contact me."

Camp Nou. It was stunning. The crowd, the lights, the atmosphere. All of it. I sat on the bench, next to Beau and Maylin, watching the game closely, ready for any disturbances in play.

Ferran, still sidelined smiled at me occasionally, it was good to know that I had a friend. His recovery had been going well, however I hadn't allowed him to begin running yet, it would put too much of a strain on his body.

It was an incredible game, close between the two teams, however, Barca was victorious after the ninetieth minute. Xavi huddled staff and players into a circle, giving a quick talk before the players went to the showers.

"¡Qué juego! Jugaste de manera excepcional, estoy orgulloso de este equipo." (What a game, you played exceptionally, I'm proud of this team!) God I needed to brush up on my Spanish if I had any hopes of understanding anything here. I looked forward, locking eyes with Pedri.

His hair was wet with sweat, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink. We held eye contact through Xavi's short speech, and I couldn't help but blush at the attention. He was just so gorgeous. By the time Xavi had finished his speech everyone dispersed. Walking away, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I realised it was Pedri.

"Hi." I shyly said. He smiled. God that smile was infectious. "Hey." We stood there for a few seconds until he began speaking. "A few of us are going out tonight to celebrate the win. I was wondering if you'd like to join us."

"Oh." I replied "I'm sorry but I'm going out tonight." It was true. I had agreed to go out for drinks with my barista. To me it was less of a date, and more of an attempt to make friends. "No problem. I'll see you around." He awkwardly walked away. I definitely just fucked up.

Once I had gotten home, I began getting ready for tonight. The barista, Elijah, was a fellow Australian, although he had been living in Spain for the past few years. I'd been going to the same cafe every morning since I landed in Barcelona, and once Elijah had picked up on my accent it was nothing but polite and short conversation about our hometowns.

Arriving at the bar, I found a seat right by the bartender. Now, I don't normally drink but today I wanted to let loose, I wanted to celebrate the success of my new job.

"I'll grab an old fashioned." The bartender nodded and began pouring my drink. Soon twenty minutes had passed and there had been no sign of Elijah. I pulled out my phone and began texting him, to no surprise there was no response.

As time passed, it became increasingly obvious that I had been stood up. After calling Elijah to no avail, I left the bar.

How shitty was that? To not even text and say that he couldn't make it... And especially considering that I am in a foreign country late at night. Classy.

Making my way through town, I noticed the flashing lights of a near by club. Similar to alcohol, I don't usually go clubbing, but with the amount that I've drunken tonight already, I deserve to at least check it out.

I get in easily and scope the crowd out. Lucky for me it's people mostly my age.

Walking up to the bar, I order a Margarita, swig the glass and walk onto the floor. The music was blasting a mix of Latin Pop and Old School Classics. Firstly my hips swayed, then my entire body. Soon enough I was dancing amongst plenty of people. All of which good looking.

After a solid ten minutes, I make my way out and successfully find an empty seat to relax for a few minutes. Fuck Elijah, this is already fifty times better then having a sophisticated chat over wine.

When I got back onto the floor, my shoulder was lightly tapped. I spun around. "Having fun?" My eyes focused on the figure in front of me. Then I realised who it was. Pedri.

Already tipsy, a shot of confidence sparked through me. "Oh my God! Pedri!" I hung my arms around his neck. "I'd much prefer to be out with you tonight." He looked down at me confused.

I began dancing while he stood their in shock "You're lucky you're a footballer because oh my you're a terrible dancer." I earned a chuckle as he placed his hands on my hips and began dancing with me.

"For a girl whose generally shy, I can't say that I'm surprised that alcohol loosens you up." I smack his shoulder. "Be polite! I'm pretty much your boss." He raised his eyebrows laughing to himself. "I don't think that's how it works Carino."

We continued to dance until we were interrupted by a loud voice and quickly removed our hands from each other's bodies.

"Y/N! My saviour!" For a split moment I sobered up and scolded Ferran. "You shouldn't be partying and dancing! You need to rest your knee otherwise you could end up more hurt."

"You crack me up, come on let's take a seat." I followed Ferran while Pedri followed me to the bar. We sat together, me between the two boys, and ordered our drinks.

"So, how was your little date tonight?" He nudged me. God I had forgotten that I told him about Eli.

"Uhh." I fiddled with my straw. "He was kinda a no show." Shocked, Ferran placed a sympathetic hand on my arm. "Trust me, baristas will never be someone's soulmate."

"Speaking from experience Fer?" Pedri chirped up. "Hmm something like that." Ferran responded.

"Hey Y/N, I want you to meet my girlfriend Sira, I think you two would make great friends." Ferran stood up to find his girlfriend, leaving Pedri and I alone.

Pedri looked at me and spoke. "Eres tan hermosa." I responded, rather annoyed with his choice to speak his native tongue. "Enough with everyone speaking Spanish here! Like okay I get it, you all have sexy accents and think it's romantic to converse with me in a language I don't understand. I'm getting lessons okay! It's just so hard to be here by myself." Soon enough tears began to stream down my face. I need to remember to stop drinking after my second glass.

Naturally, Pedri pulled me into a hug, allowing me to let all my frustrations out.

I didn't realise how upset I had become about my time here in Spain. Through the facade of cheap eats and my dream job, I forgot who I really was.

"I'm sorry for annoying you Carino. All I said was that you looked beautiful." I blushed, still not looking at him. "You see, I get nervous around pretty girls, and you happen to be the prettiest that I have ever seen." He knew exactly what to say to get my heart racing.

"I miss my home too. Especially my mother." At this I look up at him. He wipes the tears off my face with his thumb. "But I understand. You've come here all by yourself to work a new job without anyone supporting you. You're so strong." He smiled at me.

"I think we need to bring you home, I don't want you be late to work tomorrow." I sighed as he helped me out of my seat.

"Do you live nearby? I'm happy to walk you home." I accepted his offer.

Walking through the streets of Barcelona, Pedri made sure to explain his teammates and their personalities.

"Ale might just be the biggest flirt so don't mind him."

"Oh trust me, I can tell." I replied, still wandering through quiet lanes.

"And your best friend Ferran, he's a nutjob but such a good kid."

"Isn't he older than you?"

"Eh, to me he's a brother."

We began to approach my apartment. "This'll be me." I indicated towards the building. "Would you like me to walk you in?" I shook my head, not wanting to keep him out here any longer.

He grabbed my hand as we held eye contact. "Maybe we could do this again. I really enjoyed hanging out with you tonight. Even if it was a short amount of time." I smiled agreeingly.

Then it got quiet, we were both obvious to what should happen, so I leaned in. Immediately he took a step back.

Holy fuck he had just rejected me? Sweet talk all night and now he wouldn't even kiss me??

He looked down at me. "I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled awkwardly and took a step back.

God Spanish men weren't for the fainthearted.

"Are you okay Y/N." Looking up from my clipboard, Ferran was in my eyesight. "Yup, just slightly hungover."

"I heard a certain someone followed you home." He smirked while lying down on my physio bed. "Ha ha very funny." I sarcastically responded.

I began to unwrap the tape on his knee, making sure to not pull too aggressively. "I never got to introduce you to my girlfriend. Here let me find a photo to show you."

"Not now Ferran. Just let me do this." I snapped at him.

It had been two and a bit weeks since he originally injured his knee, and in my eyes, he was ready to begin training with the squad again, however with restrictions to ensure his safety.

"What's wrong doc?" He asked me, genuinely concerned.

"I'm just a little on edge." Continuing, "I don't know, I think I pissed Pedri off." Ferran laughed. "Yeah trust me you didn't." Sighing, I began to feel around Fer's knee. "You're all good to train." His face lit up. "Seriously!?" He was ecstatic. "You'll be doing a strict 15 minutes training to 5 minutes rest tempo. And no tackles yet. I'll talk to Xavi."

Ferran rose and gave me a huge kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I smiled at him, happy for him to be returning.

Once he left, I headed into my office, writing an integration plan for Ferran, to give to Xavi. My door was wide open, and in walked Gavi.

I hadn't really spoken to him much before so I was slightly confused as to why he was in my office. "Hey sorry to interrupt, but we're going out to the fields so..." I stood from my chair. "Right, yeah thank you."

As soon as I had gotten to the ground my eyes found Pedri, luckily, he hadn't noticed me yet.

"Hey Y/N, is Ferran ready yet?" Xavi approached me. I gave him the plan and explained to him what I explained to Ferran. Pleased, Xavi took my paper and walked back to his squad.

Throughout the session I made my way to players, taping a few shoulders and ankles, massaging a few calves. Watching Ferran get back on the grass was a happy moment. Although he'd only been out for a few weeks, his comeback proved my competence as a physio. people now trusted me.

I noticed Pedri limping after an awkward tackle with Raphina, however he insisted to his coach that he was fine to play on. I however, noticed that he was in discomfort so I watched his movement.

By the end of training, Pedri was visibly in pain. Truthfully, I didn't want to face him so I avoided him and Beau in an attempt to not be assigned to him. But Ferran had other plans.

"Yo, Y/N. Can you check Pepi's ankle?" Awesome. I made my way to the boys. Pedri leaned slightly on Ferran's frame. "Come on let's get you inside."

Pedri seemed okay to walk in with minimal assistance, and soon it was only him and I in the recovery room. "Take a seat I'll get you sorted." He sat up on the bed as I helped him remove his boots.

"Please don't let this be awkward." I looked up at him after his words. "Strictly professional." I felt his ankle and evaluated the bruising. "It's not good is it?" He asked looking at me defeated. "I'm not sure as of right now but I think I need to bring in the doctor."

"What do you think it is?" He asked my naively.

"I can't indicatively say but I think its a tendon tear." I could see him cringe at my answer. "But I haven't done any tests so I can't say for sure."

"I'm gonna go find the doctor." Suddenly he grabbed my wrist. "Wait, I need to speak to you." The emotion on his face indicating that he really needed me to stay with him. I didn't respond, instead sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I'd wanted to go out with you again." He looked at me sympathetically. "And I didn't kiss you not because I didn't want to. I wanted it to be at the right moment." I look around the room. The silence is killing me. "Now I know that I'll be injured for a little while but would you like to come around to my house tonight? There'll be a few of the guys over and I'm cooking." He smiled. That smile.

I couldn't say no to him but I wanted to keep him on his toes. "I'll let you know by the end of the day." Smiling cheekily he held onto my hands. "But first I do need to bring the doctor in, so hang tight."

By the time I had come back in, Ferran and Gavi were next to Pedri. Dr Nicholson evaluated Pedri's ankle as a torn ligament and sent him off for a few X-Rays. "Soooo anything happen?" Ferran asked me playfully. "No Ferran, now I need to get back to work and so do you. Get to the gym."

By the time I was packing up my files a shadow appeared in my doorframe. "Decided yet?" His smirk tugging at his lips, instantly causing me to do the same. "Good afternoon to you too." He walked forward to me, closing the door behind although not without some difficulties as a result of his crutches.

"You look pretty pathetic with those things. I don't know how you're going to be cooking." He took a seat in my spare chair as I continued filling. "Eh, I might get some help from one of my friends." God he was so flirty I genuinely couldn't keep up with this man.

"Now I would offer to pick you up, but unfortunately I'm in a bit of a predicament right now. Should I send someone to pick you up or would you like my address?" I could not stop smiling. "Send me someone."

I pulled out my phone. "What's your number? I'll send you my address." After we exchanged numbers Pedri stood by the door. "I'll see you later then Carino."

Okay so Pedri didn't exactly discuss with me what the dress code was. I knew that it would be his teammates and their girlfriends I seriously didn't know what to pick. Something casual? Something Classy? Barca merch??? I decided to play it safe and be comfortable.

I slipped on sweatpants and a white top and called it a day. Pedri had told me that I'd be getting picked up at 6:00 so I headed down to the street by outside my complex. I wasn't quite too sure on how the driver would know to collect me, but as soon as a reached for my phone a car pulled in front of me. I didn't recognise who it was, "Y/N?". I nodded and proceeded into the back of the car.

The drive was supposed to be thirty minutes, but a large pause of traffic delayed time. By the time I had gotten to his house it was 6:50. There were already three cars parked in the driveway and suddenly I felt an indescribable wave of nervousness.

So do I walk up to his door and knock on it? Or do I message him or do I try and get in. I stress too much.

Once at the door I knocked. It was loud enough to be heard from the story above, and soon enough the door was answered. An enthusiastic Ferran picked me off my feet, I made eye contact with Pedri.

"Sira ven rápido, ella está aquí!." (Sira come quick, she's here) While he ran to find Sira I met Pedri's gaze. "You look beautiful tonight, Carino." In an attempt to divert my blush, I focused on his ankle. "How are you holding up, does it feel okay?" Smiling, he replied, "You worry too much Y/N come in."

I walked into his home and oh my was it gorgeous. The ceilings were raised and huge windows adorned the frame. I can't believe he lives here.

"Everyone's just in the living room." As we walked in, I recognised Ferran, Gavi, Fermin, and the girl cuddled up with Ferran.

"Ayyyy she finally came!" Gavi said, raising his glass in the air. I took a seat on the couch facing the fireplace, and as soon as I had sat down, it felt as if I had found my place.

Pedri was in and out of the kitchen, cooking on an injured ankle while attempting to keep conversation. Bless his heart.

I had spoken to Sira a lot, and we had much in common. By 7:30 Pedri had called us to the dining room.

We sat down, a seat empty next to me (assuming it was Pedri's). He brought out the dishes and to say I was impressed was an understatement. Truthfully, I didn't recognise most of the dishes but by the looks of astonishment on Fermin and Gavi's face I knew it was impressive.

"Es una locura ver lo que te hace una chica bonita!" (It's crazy to see what a pretty girl does to you.) Gavi said aloud, cracking everyone up.

Pedri took his seat next to mine and whispered in my ear, "He said that beautiful girls make me do crazy things." My cheeks reddened, he remembered.

The meal was delicious, conversation was flowing effortlessly, you could tell that they all loved each other. Suddenly the chatter was drowned out as I felt Pedri's hand land on my thigh. I looked at him but he was still engaged in conversation with Ferran.

As we finished up, Pedri was banned from cleaning anything (specifically by me, doctors orders.) "Okay fine I'll take a seat, but I need the physio to check out my ankle so you're on your own guys." They all groaned in unison that I was allowed to rest.

He laid upright on the couch, signalling for me to place myself between his legs. Without a second thought, we were cuddling together, talking about our lives.

I found myself telling him about my home, and how much he'd enjoy it if he went.

He was playing with my hair and giving me scalp massages when someone walked in.

"Hey Pedri, we're gonna head home now. Would you like us to drop you off Y/N?" Ferran called out, the only one able to see what we were doing. Immediately I called out, "I'm all good, I'll grab a cab." Ferran smiled at us and the rest all called out their goodbyes.

"You're a great cook Pedro." His body jolted, shocked at what I had said. "I like how you say my name." He was so cheesy.

"Is that the only thing you like about me?" I reply in a sassy but playful tone. He knows that I'm trying to gage how much he likes me. "No, I also like how good you are at your job." I pretend to be mad, "Well with enough years of uni, anyone could be as good as I am." Standing up, I leaned slightly over his face.

"You're so beautiful that it hurts." Curious at what he said, I pry him for more. "I can't look at you, let alone in the eyes without my heart racing. You do something to me and can't tell what it is." He is going to be the death of men.

Before I had time to react, he kissed me, passionately. He held my chin in one hand, while both of mine reached for the spot behind his ear.

It was ecstatic, electric, nothing I had ever felt before. But then it ended.

"Wow." The only word that fell from his lips before we started laughing. By this point I was already on top of him, so I flattened myself on him as we held each other, shocked by our actions.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while." I say to him. He looked at me with a shy smile. "What do you man Carino?" Embarrassed, I told him about my 'research' that I had done prior to accepting the job at Barcelona.

He laughed at me but found it 'cute'.

After some conversation, I found myself getting sleepier. I could barely keep my eyes open. I rationalised with myself, just a quick power nap then I'll head home.

By the time I had woken up I was tucked under white linen, puzzled by where I was. Soon enough I realised what had happened. I searched for my phone to find it charging by my bedside. 7:42. Shit I was gonna be late.

I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I needed to get home. As I made my way down I found Pedri by the kitchen counter cooking up some eggs. "Morning Carino." He smiled sweetly at me.

"Can you call an Uber? I'm going to be late for work." Still smiling, he pointed towards the counter. "Sira brought over some clothes. I've also got a few Barca tracksuits if you wanted to wear that instead."

I looked at him puzzled, he still hadn't answered my question. "Gavi is gonna pick us up, I think he'll be here by 8 so you better start getting ready." Jokingly, I replied "You trust him to drive?" while picking up the clothes left by Sira and Pedri.

I was ready by 8, declining the eggs Pedri had cooked. I tried my best to look presentable with the minimal amount of beauty products left for me. I decided to wear the jumper from Pedri as it was an exact replica of my own one from the club, but opted for leggings that Sira had left for me.

By the time we had arrived to the training grounds it was 8:30. I was running late. Bursting in, I made my way to my office, writing up the plan I was supposed to make for Pedri.

It had been three months since Pedri had played minutes in La Liga. When Xavi waved for him to come on with twenty minutes left in the game, my stomach turned. I was so incredibly proud of him, but I was so fucking nervous. Since he was post-surgery he had no longer been my 'patient'. We rarely spent time together at work due to a clash of schedules, and barely went out. Only a few people knew of our situation and to not put either of our jobs in jeopardy we hadn't really defined our relationship, agreeing however, to be exclusive.

Although not officially dating, I knew how I felt about him.

Smiling back at me, Pedri changed from his warm-up gear into his match shirt, walking to Xavi who whispered instructions to him.

His entry to the field was applauded by a wave of celebration from the crowd. We were all so happy for him, although maybe not the away fans.

Tonight was decisive in the title race, Barca sat at 48 with Madrid on 50, a win would put Barcelona first. The game was tied 2-2, both goals from Lewa.

As we were approaching the final minutes of added time, Barca was building up from the back. Intelligent bounce passes gave them enough space to exploit, especially for Pedri. Frenkie raced down the flank of the field, cutting inside as he reached the box, carefully delivering a rolling ball. To Pedri.

The goal came so fast that everyone leapt out of their seats. We had got the points, and it was all thanks to Pedri. My Pedri.

Routine to his celebration, Pedri lifted his hands to make glasses, and while he ran back to the half for kick off, he blew me a kiss.

Undoubtedly the squad currently on the bench and the coaches spun around to see who his actions were for - my blushing cheeks probably didn't help.

When the whistle blew to signal full time, we all ran onto the field in celebration. Although it was a team that we were predicted to defeat, the number of injuries and tightness of the game really pushed the boys.

Making my way to the ground I went to find anyone to hug, I truly didn't matter who it was. But then I was suddenly lifted from behind.

"Carino!" Knowing who it was, I felt much more comfortable. As he put me down, he immediately picked me back up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He pulled me in for a kiss which was cheered by Ferran.

"Is it the right time to ask you to be my girlfriend?" I looked down at him and nodded. He again attacked my face with kisses, and when he finally put me down, Ferran, Gavi, Fermin, and Sira pulled us all in for a group hug.

I had found my family.

"So Pedri, firstly, congratulations on the return to football. It is understood that your process of recovery was tiring and long."

"Ah yes, although I am so grateful to have the club and my beautiful girlfriend supporting me through it all."

"Now, I know you may be focused on the goal and the win, but currently everyone is freaking out over your girlfriend."

He laughed, "Yes Y/N."

"The people want to know, how did you meet?"

"You all didn't see me blowing a kiss to the bench?" The journalist laughed. "Well it definitely wasn't to Gavi." Again causing a laugh.

"But in all seriousness Y/N is a physio here at Barca. She was the sole reason as to why I was able to perform today. Without her, I'd have no motivation, and would definitely not be ready to play a match."

"She has made my days so much better. Every session I spend in recovery and training with the team, is for her. I want to make her as proud as she makes me."

I think I'm starting to like Spain.

Thank you for reading!!! Please give me suggestions on any footballer and trope so feel free to request!!

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i9messi · 1 year

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I'm in the mood to write ANYTHING about Erling Haaland, Pedri Gonzalez, Pablo Gavi, Ferran Torres, Julián Álvarez, Enzo Fernández, Mason Mount, João Felix, so if you have any cute idea feel free to send them to me. I'll do blurbs, drabbles, one shots, preferences, etc. my requests are open!

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httpsdana · 8 months

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HI BABY ITS ME AGAIN

i’ve come with my Ferran requests again 😋😋

can you do it when the reader and Ferran have just started staying over at each others places and she forgot stuff to wear as she wasn’t going to stay as he brought her home after getting cold and rained on at the barca game and then this prompt

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no, not anymore."

and them just cuddling till pedri calls and she sees his lockscreen

127-"Am I your lock screen ?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

and then it just ends all cute and fluffy

thank you mi chica te amo 🩷

Obsessed With You~Ferran Torres

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

She always gives me the best ideas wtf? enjoy bbg <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

players/drivers I write for

51-"is that my hoodie?" "no not anymore"

127-"am I your lockscreen?" "you weren't supposed to see that"

"LET'S GO!!!" y/n yelled as soon as her boyfriend had the ball in the back of the net

She started taking pictures of him celebrating, before he pointed towards her and blew her a kiss. She waved at him and blew him a kiss back

They haven't been together for too long, but long enough for her to join him during his matches.

She put her phone in her pocket when the players were back to their game. Suddenly she felt a few drops of water on the top of her head.

"oh god its raining" Anna, Lewandowski's wife, said from next to her. They sat back in their seats, as they had shields above their heads.

When the match ended, it was still raining, but they went down to the pitch either ways.

"Amor. I'm so proud of you" y/n said, wrapping her arms around Ferran's neck, hugging him tightly

"gracias bébé" he said back, hugging her tighter, before taking off his jersey and covering her head with it

"let's go to mine yeah? its closer and I don't want my girl to catch a cold" he put his arm around her neck and started walking to the tunnel

"I don't have any clothes Fer. you should've told me I'm staying at yours" she said, in which Ferran only shook his head

"doesn't matter" he shrugged his shoulders and walked them to his car

The drive to Ferran's apartment was silent, with music playing in the background, and Ferran holding y/n's hand all the way home in his own

y/n was now feeling cold from the water on her skin and clothes. As soon as Ferran parked his car, she rushed to the door, waiting for him to come with key

When he opened the door, y/n rushed inside. Ferran chuckled and locked the door behind him.

A few minutes later, y/n came back to where Ferran was sitting, fresh and warm clothes on this time

"is that my hoodie?" Ferran asked, as soon as his eyes dropped on her, with a small smile on his face

"no, not anymore" y/n said, dropping next to him on the couch

He laughed at her, going to put his arm around her, but she only pushed him back

"as much as cuddling feels really warm right now. you stink. go shower" she pulled on a disgusted face, making him act offended

"I do not stink!" he placed a hand on his chest making y/n laugh at his face

"just get up and take a shower silly" she pushed him off the couch, and he eventually got up

y/n was watching a show on the tv, until Ferran's phone started to ring. She glanced at it, not wanting to invade his privacy. She saw Pedri's name, until it stopped ringing. She noticed the background of Ferran's phone. It was a picture of her, she didn't know existed. It was taken during the picnic she and Ferran had a few days back. She was staring at the rose that Ferran had gotten her.

She turned his phone off, her face flushed as she thinks about the new facts she had just learned. She then acted as if nothing happened, waiting for Ferran to come back. When he came back, he flopped down next to her, pulling her closer to him

"see. now you smell much better" she nuzzled her head into his neck, making him laugh

She was about to tell him that Pedri called, when his phone started ringing again. He reached out for it, answering it. He spoke with Pedri for a few minutes before hanging up, and placing his phone on the table, her picture still on display

"am I your lockscreen?" she asked, looking at his phone before looking up at him. His face was now red, while he scratched the back of his neck

"you weren't supposed to see that" he mumbled, avoiding her eyes

"you're so cute" she cooed, grabbing his cheeks in her hands. She squished his cheeks before pecking his lips a few times

"okay stop it" he laughed, pushing her hands away and pulling her down to his chest again.

"its nice to see that I'm not the only one obsessed here" she joked earning a groan from Ferran

"I'm not obsessed with you" he said, obviously lying

"you obviously are" she rolled her eyes jokily

"okay maybe a little bit" he murmured, making her giggle.

"I love you" she looked up at him, gazing into his beautiful eyes

"I love you more darling"

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Semifinal Celebration | Ferran Torres

For Ferrán Torres, could you write some spicy shower sex for celebrating making it to the euro semis, then y'all just cuddle up in bed and be all cute soft and you let him know how proud you are of him 🥺

Word Count: 472

Warnings: rough shower sex

A/N: I know this is a little late, but I hope you enjoy anyway xx

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The moment he was back in your hotel room, Ferran’s mouth was on yours. All the pent-up energy from winning the match and advancing to the semifinals had him needy. The kisses turned heated, but Ferran pulled away, groaning, “Mi amor, I’d love to continue this, but...I have to shower.”

“So?” You asked, running your hands down his chest and dropping a kiss to his lips. “I can just join you.”

Ferran’s eyes widened at your suggestion and he smirked, muttering a string of filthy Spanish that had your pussy clenching around nothing. “What are you waiting for?” He asked, giving your ass a slap to move you along. “Let’s go.”

You got the shower temperature just the way you wanted it, Ferran letting out a satisfied moan when the water hit his skin. You ran your hands over his skin, your fingers kneading his sore muscles while being careful not to dip into any bruises that could have been forming. You stood behind him, pressing kisses to his traps.

“As good as your hands feel on me, I really need to be inside you, mi amor,” Ferran growled, turning so he could pin you against the wall. Water dripped down his hair and onto your collarbone, traveling down in between the valley of your breasts. His hands slid up your body, his mouth trailing kisses down your body before he took a nipple in his mouth. You moaned, your hands touching him anywhere you could.

Ferran roughly turned you around, pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail so he could fuck you from behind. He whispered Spanish in your ear as he thrust into you, his other hand wrapping around your throat.

All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut as water rained down on the two of you, the steam rising and mixing with your breath as your orgasm started to build. Ferran came before you did, biting down on your shoulder and triggering your own orgasm.

Cleanup was easy. You let his cum drip out of you and wash down the drain. You and Ferran took care of each other, soaping up and washing each other afterwards. He wrapped you up in one of the hotel’s fluffy towels, kissing the tip of your nose before he grabbed his own. You took the time to let your hair dry before bed, changing into comfortable clothes as you padded to the bed.

Ferran turned off the light, tucking the both of you into bed. You laid with your head on his chest, comforted by the sound of his heartbeat as your fingers traced patterns on his skin in the dark. “I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, turning to place a kiss on his sternum.

“Thank you, mi amor,” he sighed, kissing your temple before drifting off to sleep.

#my writing: ferran torres #requests: ferran torres #ferran torres smut #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres blurb #ferran torres x reader

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟒

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

"come on pleasee" Pedri nearly begged.

"Pedro I don't feel like going out tonight, just drop it" y/n rolled her eyes.

They were at their parents' house, and Pedri got a call from one of his friends that they're going out for some drinks

Fernando walked into the room, rolling his eyes at the twins that always seem to be fighting

"what is it now?" he asked

"Gavi called me and told me they're going out for some drinks. y/n won't agree on coming with me" Pedri said, making y/n huff.

"who's gonna be there?" Fer asked, making y/n look at him suspiciously

"well Gavi and Ferran for sure, probably Fermin and Felix too. I'm pretty sure Raphinha is bringing his wife with him, so y/n should go too" he whined

Fernando looked at y/n with a knowing look when Pedri said Ferran's name, y/n's eyes widened while she shook her head quickly at Fernando.

"she'll go. get up" he pulled her on her feet, while Pedri smiled. y/n groaned and followed Fernando to her room.

"why did you do that? I don't feeling like talking to anyone today" she said annoyed.

"this is your chance to get closer to Ferran without it being too suspicious to Pedri" he said, opening the closet she had and looking for something she can wear

"who even told you that I want to become close with him" she lied, knowing that's the thing she wants the most

"just shut up and wear this" Fer threw a tiny dress she forgot she had on her and walked out of the room

"god i hate you" she let out a sigh, and got in the uncomfortable dress her brother had thrown on her.

When she finished she started working on her hair. She only showered it yesterday so she left it down and went to her make up. Nothing too special just the base and some eyeliner with her favorite lip combo.

When she finished, she sprayed one of her favorite perfumes on and took a deep breath before walking back to the living room where Pedri was.

"you look good. let's go now, they're waiting for us" Pedri said, walking out of the door.

y/n waved at Fernando and yelled a goodbye to her parents.

"will there be too many people?" y/n asked, her anxiety already building up.

"I'm not sure, but like we're going to a club so obviously there will be many people" Pedri shrugged, making y/n internally groan

"just enjoy hermana. everyone will love you" he looked at her with a smile, before turning and continuing his drive.

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"this is my sister y/n" Pedri introduced her, as soon as they arrived at the table his friends were sat at.

"you didn't tell us you had a sister. nice to meet you y/n, I'm Pablo. just call me Gavi" he shook her hand immediately, while she gave him an awkward smile.

Fact is she knew everyone already, but of course no one knew her.

"ohh you play on the barca femini team right?" Fermin Lopez said, making her smile a bit. She appreciated that someone actually knew who she was.

She nodded with a smile, while Fermin smiled back at her.

Meanwhile Ferran was watching every interaction between the two of them, and for some reason bothered with it.

He was a bit disappointed when she didn't greet him, not knowing that she was trying her best not to look at him just because of how captivating he was.

"why don't you go get a drink and loosen up?" Pedri suggested, noticing that she was sitting awkwardly and not talking to anyone.

y/n wanted to say no, but she also wanted to get away from all the people around her, so she nodded and got up.

Ferran's eyes followed her to the bar, confused why she got up

"where did she go?" he whispered in Pedri's ear

"just to get some drinks" he shrugged, not thinking much of it.

y/n ordered a coke, and waiting for the bartender to make her drink.

"hey pretty one. can I buy you a drink?" a voice from behind her said. She froze when she didn't recognize the voice, and swallowed the lump that has formed in her throat.

She looked behind her and saw a creepy tall man, with muscles and tattoos all over his arms.

She shook her head and turned back, hoping the bartender would hurry up.

At the same time, Ferran noticed the guy that approached y/n, and got up from his seat immediately when he saw the uncomfortable look on her face.

"come on. it's just a drink" he said, standing too close that she felt his presence intrusively invading her personal space.

An overwhelming sense of panic and unease washed over her when she felt his hand on her waist. Her breath was shallow and a knot was forming in her stomach.

All she wanted to do was push him away, but she seemed to be frozen and can't move.

"hey babe. did you get your drink yet?" a familiar voice said from behind her. The man behind her moving away quickly.

She let out a shaky breath, turning to see Ferran standing there with a worried expression on his face

"you okay?" he asked, taking small steps closer to her.

"I just need to get some air" she whispered pushing past him and getting out of the club

She stood outside, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest, pounding so loud she could almost hear it. Every breath was a struggle, as if the air had turned thick and suffocating.

She clutched her chest, feeling the tight grip of anxiety squeezing her. The world around her seemed to blur as her mind raced with fearful thoughts, making it hard to focus on anything else. She desperately tried to find a sense of calm, but the panic had taken hold, leaving her feeling helpless and overwhelmed.

Ferran ran behind her, seeing her struggle to breath. He sat her down against the wall, cupping her cheeks in his hands and trying to look her in the eyes.

"hey look at me. Take a deep breath. You're safe now preciosa" he said softly, his voice soothing. (precious)

y/n felt his calming presence in front of her, as the blur in her eyes was starting to disappear. Ferran guided her through a breathing exercise, until she was able to breath normally.

His hands still on her cheeks, as she looked up at him with appreciation, unable to speak any word.

He smiled down at her, his thumb running over her cheekbones as he looked closely into her brown eyes.

He brought her face closer to his, pressing a small kiss on her forehead and hugging her securely

y/n couldn't fight the urge to not hug him back, and wrapped her arms tightly around his muscular torso. She couldn't help the tears that started to stream down her face. Ferran was giving her a sense of security she had never felt in her life. And that was terrifying considering she only knew him for a little while now

"don't cry precosia. you're safe and no one will hurt you" he whispered in her hair, his fingers running down from her head to her back, rubbing it calmly.

He pulled her head away from his neck, running his fingers under her eyes to wipe her tears away.

"do you want me to take you home?" he asked her, his hands never letting go of her face

She nodded her head slowly, before Ferran got up and pulled her up with him.

"let's just tell Pedri" he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside with him.

"Pedri. I'm leaving and y/n said she's tired so I'm taking her to her apartment is that okay?" he asked, although Pedri was looking half drunk already

"yeah yeah. just take care of the road" he nodded, giving his sister a pat on the shoulder before the two walked to Ferran's car

The ride to y/n's apartment was silent, only the faint music of the radio playing in the background while y/n helped Ferran reach her apartment. When he did, he turned the car off and looked at y/n.

She didn't want to be alone at the moment. So she acted on her intuition.

"do you wanna stay a bit. maybe we can watch a movie or something..." she said hesitantly, seeing how Ferran's face lightened up a bit

"are you sure? i really don't want to make you uncomfortable or something" he said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand

"please, I don't wanna be alone right now" she said in a low voice, making Ferran's heart break slightly at the girl in front of him

"of course I'll stay precosia" he said with a small smile

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟔

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

It was El Clasico time. The best time to be a barça femini player. y/n was buzzing. It was always her first match and now that it was her first match as a first team player, she was even more excited.

"okay girls. you know what to do. just keep the 13 wins against Madrid going" the coach said, while all the girls cheered

The starting 11 started walking down the field, lining up for the barça anthem to be played. While y/n stood next to her teammates, she glanced towards the VIP section.

Her eyes slightly widened when she saw a bunch of the men's team there. One of them being Ferran. y/n swallowed the lump in her throat.

"why are some of the men's team players here?" y/n mumbled to Aitana that was standing next to her

"oh it's just like a tradition when playing against Real Madrid" Aitana said nonchalantly

y/n took a deep breath, feeling the nervousness take over her at the thought of them watching her.

She glanced one last time on them, her eye catching Ferran's for a split second. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to cover up the smile on her face.

Kick off.

And it only took 10 minutes for Frido to score the first goal, assisted by y/n. y/n ran to Frido where she was celebrating, jumping on her back and hugging her neck

While the team was still celebrating, y/n looked at Ferran, who was smiling proudly while clapping for them. She felt herself blushing a bit but she loosened up and went back to her position.

After about 15 minutes, barça won a corner. Caroline Hansen was on the corner. She passed the ball in the air, a Madrid player clearing it off a bit. The ball was in the air, close to reaching y/n. Without hesitation, she jumped in the air and did a bicycle kick, with all her power.

She fell to the ground, hearing only the cheers which only meant that the ball was in the net. She got up immediately, running to the corner to celebrate her world class goal with her fans.

Her teammates jumped up on her, hugging her and praising her for that goal.

She couldn't help but look at where Ferran was sat at. He was standing, cheering and clapping his hands. This only made her more excited to continue the match and show him her talent.

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The match ended 3-0, with y/n also assisting Caroline's last goal. She was thrilled with her performance, and mostly for increasing her g/a this season.

The team started to walk down the tunnel and into the lockers, when y/n heard someone call her name.

She turned around and saw Ferran walking down from his seat. She smiled at him, feeling too much adrenaline in her blood to feel nervous at the moment

"what the hell was that! you were so good out there" he said, smiling widely.

He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her shorter body, lifting her up a bit, before putting her down.

"thank youu... I'm so happy with how we played" she said, her smile so wide that her cheeks were starting to hurt

"you should be. you'd win us the champions league if you played with us" he joked, making her laugh at his small note

"well I'll try to win it with my team" she shrugged, noticing how relaxed she felt around him

"can I have your jersey?" he asked, taking her back because of his request.

"oh um sure" she started taking of her jersey, thanking god she was wearing another shirt under.

"can I have an autograph too? I'm literally your biggest fan" he said in a high pitched voice, making her laugh at his mimicking

"get me a pen" she said, fixing her jersey to write on it.

Ferran walked to one of the fans, motioning for them to throw one of their pens.

He ran back to y/n, handing her the pen. She walked to one of the walls to write on the jersey. She signed it first, then thought of writing something else. She looked back and saw Ferran waiting for her.

She quickly wrote her number down and returned the pen before throwing the jersey at Ferran. He didn't look at it, but only waved at y/n who was already walking down the tunnel.

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"ayyy I didn't know you would do that" Fernando said, giving her a high five.

"i wasn't thinking straight and was too energetic after the match. I wouldn't have done it if it was just a normal day" she shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek to hide her smile

"you do like him don't you?" Fernando asked, a small smile on his face

y/n let out a sigh, thinking about what he said.

She did like Ferran. What she wasn't sure what her feelings really were. She didn't know if she just admires him as a player, or likes him for the sweet person he is.

"I don't know..." she mumbled, playing with her fingers to avoid eye contact

"you do" he said, nudging her shoulder with his.

"I just admired him so much before. But now after meeting him in real life, I know it's not just admiration, I just don't know if i like him or not" she let out a sigh, hiding her face in her hands.

"you just gotta give it some time. get to know him more and see where that leads to" Fernando said, putting his hand on her shoulder

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y/n was sitting on her couch, after showering when her training session ended, when she got notification from an unknown number.

She got suspicious, opening the message to see what it is.

Unknown

some football player put her number on the jersey she gave me. do you any idea who it might be?

She smiled instantly, realizing that it was Ferran. She replied to his message immediately.

Unknown

some football player put her number on the jerseys she gave me. do you any idea who it might be?

thought you would've sold this by now

I asked for the jersey. why would I sell it

mhm idk. maybe barca are too broke to give you your salary so u're looking for some money?

damn why are you roasting my team like that? 😭

She laughed at his message, typing back her response

it's funny that's all

how have you been doing?

She smiled at his caring personality, glad he tried to make a conversation with her

I've been really good actually. That match changed a lot for me

you know i wasn't asking about the team precosia

She felt the butterflies erupt in her stomach at his use of this pet name. He had said it a few times now, making her blush deeper each time. She even blushed more when he noticed that she was avoiding his question.

I'm fine. when I don't think abt it it's like it never happened

are you sure? now that I have ur number and u have mine, feel free to text me whenever you want if u want to talk

thank you Fer. that's really sweet of you

anytime y/n

She grinned from ear to ear, dropping her phone and burying her face in her hands. She wondered why Ferran was so interested in listening to her or even talking to her. But at this point, she didn't want to question it, but only enjoy it while it lasted.

Her phone dinged again with another notification.

new message from Ferran

She opened it immediately to see what he sent.

another movie night tonight?

She was internally screaming and freaking out. He was asking to hang out with her.

of course. what time will you be here?

how about at mine this time? I can come pick you up in a few hours

y/n wasn't expecting that, and couldn't deny she was a bit nervous about going to his house. But she wanted to keep the confidence and not take a step back

no problem. just text me when you're here

great! it's a date then

y/n's jaw dropped at his message. rereading it a few 100 times to make sure it was correct.

a date

he asked her out for a date

holy fucking shit

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟐

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

"y/n, this Ferran. Ferran, y/n..my sister"

y/n froze in her place, unable to breath out any word. Shock was evident on Ferran's face. She didn't know if it was because he didn't expect Pedri to have a sister or for another reason.

"um...hi" y/n said nervously, now playing with her fingers and avoiding eye contact with Ferran

"hey, nice to meet you" he flashed his charming smile, putting his hand out for a shake.

y/n looked at his hand for second, before placing her hand in his. As their fingertips make contact, a jolt of electricity jolts through her veins. All she felt at that moment was the warmth of his soft touch. She looked up at him, wanting to know if he felt the same as her.

He was looking at her, taken back by the spark he felt, secretly hoping she felt the same as him.

Pedri cleared his throat, making them let go quickly, before he spoke up

"me and Ferran are gonna play some fifa, you staying?" he asked, making Ferran interested if she's leaving or not

'uhh...I actually have to go...I have to do...some things at home" she mumbled the last part, before escaping to the living room to get her keys and phone

"don't mind her, she's just a bit shy at first" Pedri reassured Ferran, who only nodded and tried to hide his smile.

y/n glanced one last time at Ferran, before rushing out of the apartment. She got in her car and exhaled deeply.

The Ferran Torres, who she secretly admires...had just found out she was his best friend's sister. She hoped she won't see him again, or to see him without her being awkward as she was now.

Pedri's words were starting to make sense now. She literally had no social skills that she didn't know what to say to Ferran. She even realized she had no one to talk to about whatever happens in her life. There's no one she can tell about her secret liking to Ferran Torres.

y/n dropped her keys as soon as she stepped in her apartment, flopping down on her couch as Ferran's shocked face was printed in her mind.

She wanted to talk to him, to get to know him, but she didn't have any abilities to speak to him, without her anxiety taking over

She grabbed her phone and opened her contacts, scrolling through them. The only one she knew and trusted was her brother Fernando. She pressed call and put the phone on her ear

"y/n? is everything okay?" He asked, a bit surprised as she never called him before

"can you come over? I really need someone to talk to right now" she said in a low voice, hoping Fer would come.

"of course hermana. I'll be there in 5" he said.

y/n smiled, relived that she won't be alone.

"thank you Fer. appreciate it" she said, before hanging up.

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"damn" Fernando said, making y/n look at him weirdly after she finished talking

"that's all you have to say?" she raised her eyebrows before he cleared his throat

"no I-I mean...i really have no idea what to tell you" he said slowly, making y/n sigh deeply

"you should talk to him and get to know him. agree on going out with pedri and his best friends. he's definitely one of them" he said, making her shake her head immediately

"no way, the last thing I need is for Pedri to know about this or even suspect a thing" she denied the idea quickly

"how about you start simple. follow him on Instagram" Fernando said.

y/n thought about it, thinking there was nothing wrong with it

She opened Instagram and headed to his account. she was about to hit the follow button, until she saw it as 'Follow Back'

he was already following her

"uh... he's following me already" y/n mumbled, trying to hide her smile.

"then follow him back what are you waiting for" Fernando yelled, making her chuckle

She hit the follow back button and dropped her phone next to her

"see it's all good. I'm glad you talked to me about this you know?" Fer said, making her look at him

"well to be honest I had no other person to talk to about this. Pedro was right, i literally have no friends besides you and him" she covered her face with her hands

"you should go out more and discover the world hermana. This isn't going to work out if you keep stuck between the apartment and the pitch" he shrugged

(next chapter is from Ferran's POV)

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟑

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part

Gavi didn't snitch. He actually managed to keep his mouth shut. But the guilt was eating him from the inside. He couldn't keep this kind of secret from his best friend, when his other best friend is.

If Pedri found out that Gavi knew and didn't tell him, he's not gonna like it. So Gavi decided he wanted to tell Pedri, but in an indirect way so that Ferran doesn't know it was him.

"Pedri! can we go to your house and play Fifa after training?" Pablo said, getting Pedri's attention

Pedri smiled and nodded. "sure invite Ferran too" he said.

"why don't you also invite your sister?" Gavi suggested. Pedri looked at him suspiciously raising his eyebrow for an explanation

"I-I didn't mean it like that . I meant that she seemed to enjoy her time with us last time so she might as well enjoy it this time" Pablo stuttered, looking everywhere but Pedri's eyes.

Pedri nodded slowly, shaking the bad thoughts from his head.

"yeah I'll tell her too. Oh Ferran! down for some Fifa after training?" Pedri said, as soon as he saw Ferran

Ferran was about to nicely decline, when Pablo spoke up first

"y/n is gonna be there" he said. Ferran glared at him, before he looked at Pedri who was giving Gavi a weird look

"um...yeah sure" Ferran couldn't refuse a chance to see his girlfriend who he only lastly saw once after their breakfast.

"great. I'll take you with me then" Pedri smiled, before walking away on the pitch

"what are you trying to do?" Ferran said to Gavi, stepping closer to him

Gavi took a step back and shook his head.

"nothing. i just knew you wouldn't have came if y/n wasn't there am I not right?" he raised his eyebrow.

Ferran rolled his eyes, walking away too.

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"I'm here. where are you?" y/n asked, rolling her eyes at her twin brother.

"we just got out of training. we'll be there in about 5 minutes only. just wait" Pedri said annoyed through the phone.

y/n hung up, and waited for Pedri to arrive so she can enter his apartment.

After waiting for a while, Pedri finally arrived with Ferran and Gavi trailing behind him.

y/n smiled at them, giving each a hug before Pedri opened the door and they stepped inside.

"what's with you inviting me to every hang out with your friends anyways?" y/n asked Pedri when Ferran and Gavi entered to the living room

"they enjoy your company, and seems you are too so why not" Pedri shrugged, before following his friends to the living room.

y/n went to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. With her back turned to the door, she filled up her cup, not noticing Ferran arriving behind her, until he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. y/n almost yelled before she noticed the rings that made her know it was Ferran.

"Fer, you scared me" she giggled silently, turning to look at him. He smiled, leaning down to kiss her lips softly. As soon as their lips touched, y/n pulled away, making Ferran pout.

"Pedri might come here any second" she said in a low voice. Ferran's pout deepened, making her heart melt at his expression.

His puppy eyes were irresistible, so she pecked his lips a few time, making him smile.

"just go. Pedri is here" she pushed him away. He grinned before kissing her quickly and running back to the living room

She shook her head with a smile, drinking her cup of water before following him to the living room.

They played some Fifa, making teams of two, with y/n and Ferran on one team, and Pedri with Pablo on another one.

"you're such losers" y/n chuckled, as her and Ferran beat the other boys in another game

"you two play Fifa the best, it's not even fair to have you on the same team" Pedri complained, y/n stuck her tongue out at him, making him push her shoulder.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom, try to find a team that you can beat us with" y/n grinned, before getting up from her seat

Ferran waited for a while, before he spoke up

"I'm gonna get some water" he said.

Pedri hummed, while he was too focused on the game, and Pablo nodded his head, watching Ferran's moves. He saw that he didn't go in the direction of the kitchen, and instead to the hallway where the bathroom was.

Pablo wanted to think quick of a way Pedri can follow the other two without making it obvious.

Meanwhile, Ferran knocked on the door of the bathroom. "just a second" y/n said from inside.

Ferran waited until she opened the door, and when she did, he didn't let her out and instead pushed her back inside and closed the door behind him.

His hands quickly reached down to her waist. y/n giggled silently, when Ferran lifted her and sat her on the big bathroom sink, getting between her legs while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"what's are you doing?" she said, still grinning at his movements

Ferran didn't reply, only pressed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply to stop her from talking. y/n was taken back by his sudden action, but soon started kissing him back with the same force.

Pablo wanted Pedri to get up immediately without him knowing why. So he got up to kitchen and grabbed a knife, he cut his finger a bit until there was blood gushing out of it.

Pablo winced, walking back to the living room while holding his bleeding finger

"hey Pedri, can you get me a bandage, my finger is bleeding" Pablo said in a pained voice.

"y/n is still in the bathroom, just wait until she's out, the first aid kit is in there" Pedri said, not tearing his eyes away from the game he was playing

"she's out already, come on my finger is actually hurting" Gavi said.

Pedri looked at him, and noticed the blood on his finger. He got up and walked to the bathroom, without even knocking, he barged through the door.

y/n and Ferran jumped at the sudden opening of the door, then realizing Pedri's presence when he yelled.

"what the actual fuck is going on here?!" he yelled. He pushed Ferran off y/n, making him hit the wall.

y/n's eyes widened at Pedri's anger, feeling her heart beating rapidly as she stood back on the floor

"Pedri it's not what it looks like" she raised her voice, while Pedri looked at her with pure anger and hate.

"you're fucking making out with my best friend, what the hell y/n?!" he walked closer to her, while she stepped back.

Gavi now appeared behind Pedri, glad his plan worked but he also hated that he had to ruin many things like Ferran and Pedri's friendship, and most likely the relationship of Ferran and y/n

"mate just calm down so we can tell you what happened" Ferran said, stepping closer to Pedri.

Pedri glared at him, raising a warning finger at him.

"if you take a step closer I'm punching you in the face. get the fuck out of my house" Pedri said through gritted teeth.

y/n motioned for Ferran to go, knowing that Pedri would actually punch him.

At this moment she wish she could just go back in time and tell Ferran no. She ruined her brother's best friendship, and she hated herself for that.

"and you, you better not appear in front of me again. I don't ever wanna see your face fucking again" he said to y/n.

y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, feeling the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Gavi take her away from here" Pedri said

Gavi nodded, and Pedri left the bathroom. y/n felt her tears starting to fall,dropping to ground, and soon started sobbing. Pablo felt guilty, for making the twins fight.

He walked closer to her, putting his hand on her shoulder while she was sat in the ground of the bathroom. She looked up at him, seeing his bleeding finger. She wiped her tears and got the first aid kit, helping him clean his cut and put a bandage on it.

"let me take you home yeah?" he said softly.

y/n nodded, walking to the living room where Pedri was. He looked up at her with despise. y/n wanted to start crying all over again at the look on his face. She never thought she'd see her twin hating her like he did at this moment.

She grabbed her phone and keys, before walking out the door, with Pablo behind her. He took the car keys from her, telling her that he'll drive instead.

The drive was silent, while y/n was trying her best to keep her tears in.

"I'm sorry y/n" Pablo mumbled, making y/n shake her head. He was apologizing for what he did, while she didn't know it. She thought he was just being sympathetic.

"it's not your fault, I should've seen it coming" she mumbled back, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

Gavi sighed, only hoping that the friendship and siblings relationship that he ruined will be fixed soon enough.

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