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pensat-i-fet · 8 months

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Wrong first impression, Part 2 (Ferran Torres x Reader)

**I wrote part 1, which you can find here, a while ago and a few people asked me to either write more for Ferran in general or to do a part 2. Well, both things will happen 😅 but part 2 comes first. I actually adore this little story, so I hope you all like it too ❤️**

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A month has passed since Ferran and I met in Valencia. I started to follow him on Instagram and sent him a DM like he asked. And we've texted ever since but…it's just weird. First, he was on holiday and then left for pre-season. And I've been so busy getting ready for the next competitions I'll be a part of that the excitement of our first meetings sort of fizzled out. Until now.

My brother Jorge and I are currently at the train station waiting to go to Barcelona for a small competition. It's below my level but I'm still recovering from my injury so baby steps.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Huh?"

"You're staring at your phone. Are you waiting for a call or something?"

"No, just checking the time".

I'm not waiting for a call but for a text. A text back from Ferran after I told him I'm going to Barcelona. This is what he wanted, right? To meet in Barcelona. To go on a date. Hard to forget when someone like him mentions that word. But now…he doesn't answer back.

Of course, it's been a month. He's been to so many different places, probably promising so many other girls to take them on dates. And they all probably were stupid enough to think they were special like I did.

"I'm going to grab a coffee. Want one?"

"Decaf, please".

I get up to go get our coffees, leaving my phone behind so I keep some of my dignity intact. Me, glued to my phone to see if a guy texts me? Pathetic.

"It's 5.70, please", tells me the barista and I frown.

"Is there some promotion? I think you're charging me less than you should".

He laughs and shakes his head. "I appreciate the honesty but no, no promo. Just me wanting to gift the muffin to a pretty girl".

I blush slightly. "Thank you".

I give him the money, not pointing out the muffin is actually for my brother, and then go back to meet Jorge.

"I got us a free muffin".

"How?"

"By being pretty, apparently".

"Is that all you can get?"

"Maybe I'm not pretty enough to also get free coffee. I'll brush my hair next time".

He laughs, picking up my coffee instead of his and he shushes me when I complain. "Look", he says, showing me what's underneath the sleeve, "his phone number".

I snort. "Appreciate the effort but I'm not interested".

"Right. Too busy hooking up with Ferran Torres?"

I almost choke on my coffee, which I also spill on my dress. My, thankfully, navy blue dress. The stain won't be that obvious.

"Where is that coming from?"

"Your phone kept getting notifications and I took a little peek because I just did. I'm not going to look for excuses. And I saw Ferran was writing about how happy he was that you were going to be in Barcelona".

He did? "It's not like that".

"Sure, baby sis. Sure".

I'm itching to pick my phone up to read the texts but won't give Jorge the satisfaction.

"Can I have a bite of your muffin? It's technically mine after all".

"Sure", he tells me, bringing the muffin closer to my face. "I'm sure Ferran will also let you take a bite if you ask nicely".

Now I choke on the muffin, getting little crumbs everywhere.

"Stop it!"

"But it's so funny. And also my revenge for not telling me".

"There's nothing to tell".

Jorge gets a tissue and offers it to me.

"Nothing? I left you on the beach with him for 20 minutes and now you text about meeting in Barcelona. When did you even get his phone number?"

"We met the next day by coincidence and he asked me to tell him my number so we could chat. That's it".

"To chat about what? Your favourite beaches in Valencia?"

Well, we actually have chatted about that too. But I won't tell Jorge that. "Just to chat".

"Just not before the competition, ok?"

"You're not making sense. What about before the competition?"

"No sex. Save the energy for competing and then do whatever you want".

I glare at him, thankful I wasn't eating or drinking anything this time.

And then, finally, our train is here. Jorge always buys tickets for us to sit where the tables are so he can do some work on the way to our destination. And that's a perfect moment to check my phone.

[Me]: so I'm actually going to Barcelona. Very last minute but I'll be competing there.

[Me]: just thought I'd mention. Are you in Barcelona at the moment?

I know he is in Barcelona but I try to be a bit subtle at least.

[Ferran]: I am! When will you get here?

[Ferran]: Will your brother travel with you? Be honest. Is he still mad at me?

[Ferran]: we're playing the Gamper on Wednesday. Wanna come?

[Ferran]: actually so happy you're finally visiting Barcelona 😉

Not the winky face. I feel like hiding under the table. My brother definitely saw that emoji.

[Me]: we're on the train now on our way there. And no, he's not mad at you 😅

[Me]: is the Gamper our date?

The moment I press send, I regret it. We've been bantering. And we've definitely been flirting. But we haven't mentioned the "date" again. Now I'll sound desperate. Great.

[Ferran]: I prefer taking you out for dinner or something but if that's what you want 🤷

I bite my lip, looking up to see Jorge is still busy responding to emails or whatever it is he does on his laptop.

[Me]: we could do both? Match and then dinner? Unless you already have plans.

[Ferran]: I just cancelled them.

I can't help the giggle that comes out of me reading that and Jorge stares at me for a few seconds.

"Tell me you're not sexting".

"Oh my God".

My first day in Barcelona is spent training…and texting with Ferran. My second day in Barcelona is spent training…and texting with Ferran. On my third day, it's finally time to compete.

"You got this", tells me Jorge. And I'm not so sure.

But I go out anyway and manage to get 3rd place in the first category. That helps with my confidence and I slowly forget the injury and keep improving. Until I get the results necessary to qualify for the next tournament.

"You were great".

"Thanks. That felt good".

"I bet. What's the plan for today? Do you want to go celebrate somewhere?"

"I…".

I still didn't tell my brother about my date with Ferran but seeing his face, there might be no need.

"Meeting him today then?"

"He invited me to the match. You can come too".

"I don't want to third wheel my sister".

"It's not like that…", it would totally be like that.

But Jorge just picks up my bag and puts his arm around my shoulders while we walk out of the building.

"Just be careful".

"I always am".

"And remind him he'll have to go back to Valencia at some point. He can't hide forever if he messes up".

I roll my eyes, but I appreciate his concern.

Back at the hotel, I wash my hair again and get ready for the match. I know we'll sort of go on a date after the match but I don't want to wear anything too fancy to a match. So I end up picking some jean shorts that are high-waisted and make my figure look great. And I pair them with a nice pink blouse.

I don't know what to do with my hair but it's pretty hot and humid so a ponytail is probably a good idea. Just to get the hair away from my face. A face that I can't do much with because my makeup knowledge ends at putting on some mascara trying not to poke my eye out and putting some lipstick on.

"This will do", I tell myself while looking in the mirror and I finish the look by spraying some perfume on.

I mean, the first time Ferran saw me I was wearing gym clothes and sweating while working out so…this is a huge improvement.

I went to a match at the Camp Nou once but that's not where today's match will be played. We have to go to Montjuïc and when I get there everyone is complaining about how to get to the stadium. I opt for the escalators and keep looking around at the nice views. It also helps me avoid overthinking what will happen next.

Ferran told me what gate to go to because they'll have my name on a list. The only time that happens to me is when I go to a competition. This feels way fancier. And weirder.

The guy who I have to talk to looks at my ID, then at the list, then back to the ID and then back at me.

"Are you family?"

"No, a friend".

He looks at me with a sceptical look when I say the word friend but gives me a piece of paper with my name on it and points at the area I should go to.

I like football. I really do. Do I enjoy seeing a friendly between Barça and Tottenham? Maybe not so much. But in the second half, Ferran finally plays some minutes so I at least get to see him. It brings back memories of when he played in Mestalla. We had so many hopes for him. But he's here now and, same as during preseason, he's here to score goals.

After a nice little comeback, Barça win the match and I make my way to where I think I'll meet Ferran. He wasn't that clear with his explanation because he hasn't been here before either. So we can only hope he actually finds me.

Even though we've seen each other in person before, and we've been chatting for a while, it's odd to now be face to face again. For both of us. It's not just me being a shy mess.

"Hi. Congrats on the goal".

"Thank you. Did you enjoy the match?"

"Sure. Better than most of Valencia's matches last season", I try to joke.

"Yeah. So…what did you want to do now? I didn't really have time to book a table anywhere nice. But I've got options".

"Tell me the options then".

"It's just two", he laughs. "We could go to my place and order food. Or go get some street food and just walk around the city. I remember you mentioning you liked doing that".

I did mention it. "Option B sounds good".

"Cool. Let's go to my car. And then I can drive you to your hotel or wherever you want to go".

I chuckle. "Let's see how the night goes".

Barcelona has always been one of my favourite cities but walking around it at night truly is something else.

"I'm not sure this is the best food to eat after we've both competed today but…".

"No one needs to know. I won't tell Xavi if you don't tell my brother".

"I'm definitely not telling your brother, he's scary".

My brother is anything but scary. But Ferran doesn't know him.

"Oh", I say, stopping to look at a drinks stand.

"What?"

"They have horchata".

"You don't like it? They'll kick you out of Valencia if they find out".

"I love it. But it's never good outside of Valencia".

"That's not true".

I look at Ferran offended by his lack of knowledge. "I dare you to try it, then".

"Ok", he shrugs and we go buy a cup of the famous drink adored by us Valencians.

Ferran looks more sceptical every second. He looks at the liquid on the cup, smells it and then finally takes a little sip.

"It's alright".

"Take another sip then".

"I'm not thirsty".

"Admit it's bad".

"It isn't great…", he concedes. "Wanna try?"

Curiosity killed the cat and might give me a stomachache now but I try it anyway. "God! That's worse than I expected".

"I know".

"I need something to get rid of this taste in my mouth".

"I have an idea".

I have to give it to him. He isn't just inspired on the pitch but out of it too. It was a brilliant idea to kiss me.

"Better?"

"I might need a bit more help".

Our kisses only make me even more hyper-aware of the people around us. I’m a nobody but he plays for Barça and the national team.

"Everyone is looking at us because of you. This is so weird".

"They're looking at you, not me".

"How do you know?"

"Because I can tell and because when people look at me, they either ask for a photo or tell me how shit I am. They are looking at you".

"Why? Do I have something in my face?"

"Yes".

And he didn't think about telling me before? "What is it? Where? Help me clean it. I have tissues…".

"I can't. It's this thing called being really pretty. It’s permanent".

I smack him on the chest but he only laughs at his joke. I don't feel like laughing as much, remembering what he said.

"Does that really happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"People telling you to your face that you aren't good".

"I was exaggerating a bit…", he says, but looks away, which gives me the answer to my question.

"I was going to say you'll prove them wrong soon but you already kind of are doing that…little shark".

"My self-esteem would appreciate it if you removed the little from the nickname".

"You need a few more goals, preferably against Madrid, for me to do that".

"Challenge accepted".

The more time passes, the more I think this night couldn't be more perfect. Gone is the initial awkwardness. Being with Ferran is so…easy.

I even forget to check my phone but when I pick it up to take a photo, I notice some texts from Jorge.

"My brother wants to know if you kidnapped me".

"I did. And no amount of money will convince me to give you back to him".

"I can outrun you, Torres".

"You can't", he says, stepping in front of me so I can't keep walking. "But…what were you thinking about doing now? I could drive you back to the hotel. Or you could come with me".

"What a kind kidnapper you are. Giving me options".

"That's me. So…which one do you choose?"

"Well, since you've been so kind, I guess I should stay with you".

"Perfect choice".

Life as an athlete is too complicated for serious relationships. That's why my life lately has been one-night stand after one-night stand. Easy, non-commitment fun. And this will be the same. Even if this time I don't want it to be the same. But I wasn't born yesterday. I know how football players are. Even those as nice as Ferran. He got what he wanted and now he'll move on. And so will I.

"I thought you had left", he says, joining me in his kitchen.

"I wanted some water".

Ferran comes closer so he can hug me and place his chin on my shoulder. I turn to look at him and see his eyes are closed. Well, this doesn't help me face the reality of the situation.

"I should leave soon".

"Me too. I can drive you to the hotel before going to train. What's your plan for today?"

"I have to do a recovery session".

"Same".

"Really? After just 10 minutes? And you didn't even do that much".

"I scored a goal…", he says. But his frown turns into a curious look when he sees I'm trying not to laugh.

"I didn't mean your performance on the pitch", I manage to say before I burst out laughing. "Sorry, I had to".

"Did you?", he asks, pretending to be all serious before he starts to tickle me.

When my stomach starts to hurt from laughing so much, I beg for him to stop and he does.

"Can we see each other today at some point then?"

I'm still a little breathless when I answer. "Maybe tonight? We leave tomorrow morning".

"Already", he says more to himself. "Ok, let's meet tonight. I could try and find us a nice place to go to by using the I play for Barça card but I rather stay home and order. Your choice, though".

"I like the staying-in plan".

"Perfect".

Not much later, we're on our way to my hotel. And this weird feeling I have only keeps getting worse.

"Here we are. I'll see you later, ok? I can pick you up around 7 if that's ok".

I nod. "Sounds good".

Then I try to leave the car but Ferran grabs my arm and I sit back down.

"You're not going to say goodbye to me?"

"I was going to when I got out of the car…".

"Too far away for a proper goodbye".

"I don't…".

"I meant a kiss".

I laugh nervously before leaning down to kiss him. Yeah, that feeling is getting worse and worse …and worse.

Not even five minutes after I get back to the hotel, Jorge is already knocking on my door.

"Had fun then?"

"Yeah".

"You don't look so sure", and here comes the overprotective brother. "Everything ok?"

"Yes. I'm meeting Ferran again later".

"But…".

"There's no but".

"There is. Tell me".

I sigh, sitting down next to my brother. "But then we leave and I won't see him again".

"Says who? Did he tell you he didn't want to see you again?"

"No", not only did he not do that, he sent me signals that told me he wanted the complete opposite of not seeing me again. "But I don't live here, we are both busy…".

"We don't live that far away. Just don't write this off before it's over. You're always too much of an extremist".

Jorge isn't wrong but I feel like this is different and I have a reason to feel the way I do.

Thankfully, training allows me to distract myself from any thoughts about Ferran. There is time to do that while I get ready to see him again.

"Too cute, too cute, too sexy, too cute…".

Jorge is going through my outfits, helping me pick one. I didn't ask for his opinion but he's here to give the opinion anyway.

"How is this dress too sexy?"

"Too short".

"You do realise he's already seen it all, right?"

"La la la la la laaaa", he says, pretending not to listen.

"You're the one who wants me to see him after this. Don't be dramatic".

"You're still my little sister. I'm aware of what happened but don't need to know more or think about it".

"You were joking about it a couple of days ago!"

"It's ok to joke before it happens. Not after".

"You're so weird".

"Must be a family thing".

I shake my head, picking a dress from the too cute pile and putting it on. And while Jorge is helping me do my hair, and only causing a mess, I get a text from Ferran saying he's waiting for me outside.

"Gotta go!"

"Be safe!"

I roll my eyes and get inside the lift, where I try to fix my hair as much as I can after all the experiments Jorge tried.

"Hey!"

"Hi".

Ferran is waiting outside the car and grabs me by the waist to bring me closer and kiss me.

"You look really cute".

I laugh and can see his confusion right away. "Inside joke with my brother. You wouldn't get it".

"Ok …let's go home then".

Even though I thought it was impossible, tonight is even better than the previous night. Because we know each other better and a part of me starts to think Jorge might have a point. But the reality will hit me in the face so better to stay realistic.

That's why sleeping is so hard. For me, anyway. Ferran is sleeping like a baby. But I keep staring at him and then at the ceiling. Trying to think. But I still haven't reached a good conclusion when I finally fall asleep.

In the morning, it's him that wakes up before I do. And then he wakes me up in the most glorious way possible. I feel the kisses on the back of my neck while I start to leave dreamland. And two strong arms hold me closer to him at the same time.

"How about you never leave?"

I can feel the heat in my face at his words. And also the way my stomach almost hurts because I know the answer to that request.

"I can't. I need to be at the train station soon".

"I know", he whines, falling back in the bed and allowing me to take a final peek at him. It'll be a nice memory to have.

The sooner I leave, the better. That's my reasoning. So I start to get dressed quickly.

"Do you know if you'll come to Barcelona again soon?"

"No".

"Will you be in Valencia? I need to visit my family soon…".

"Ferran, what are you doing?"

He's still lying down in bed, hands behind his head. "Asking when I'll see you again".

"Why? I mean…this is it, right? We finally saw each other, we slept together, we move on".

"Is that what you want?"

What I want? He almost looks hurt when he says it.

I finish putting on my shoes and gathering my messy hair in a ponytail before I turn to face him again.

"I assumed it would be what you want".

"Me? Have I ever made you feel like that?"

"No, but…".

"So you were letting your wrong assumptions about me get in the way again? I thought we were passed that moment when I made the bad first impression or whatever".

"We are but …we don't live in the same place. And we have to travel for our careers and…".

"And if you want to find excuses, I'm sure you'll find plenty".

"You don't get it".

"I do. And I get your worries but wouldn't it be worth it to at least try?"

Would it? Probably. But I'm not brave enough for this.

"Not right now".

He nods. "I'll make you change your mind".

And with that promise, I leave.

Ferran didn't lie when he said he would try to change my mind. And he seems to have help from my brother.

When we go to Rome to compete, I find a bouquet of flowers back at the hotel. When I get back to Valencia, it so happens to be the same week Ferran travels there to visit family and we spend some time together again. By the end of his time there he asks me if it's the right time then and I say that not yet.

But that never giving up mentality everyone praises about this new him isn't just reserved for the pitch.

"You are in Granada", he says when I answer his call.

"Yes".

"I'll be there on Tuesday".

"Why? Do you have days off?"

"No. A few players got injured and I'm joining the national team. We're playing there and you're coming to see me".

I laugh at his confidence. "Says who? What if you play at the same time I'm competing? I'm not here on holiday?"

"I asked Jorge and you are both free to come see me play".

What? "No way you convinced him to go to a football match!"

"I did. And I have an idea".

"What kind of idea?"

"If I score a goal, you'll give this, us, a chance".

"Ferran…".

"Ok, make it two. I score two goals, you stop this nonsense and finally do what you really want to do".

How easy will it be for him to score two goals? It's Cyprus but still…he might not even play. But he's in such good form…and who am I kidding? I'm hoping he scores those two goals. And more.

"Ok".

"One down", laughs Jorge after Ferran scores his first goal against Cyprus. It didn't take him long. "It's like he's extra motivated, you know".

"Are you going to date him or something?"

"Baby sis, I wish. But the sibling he likes is you".

I shake my head and keep watching the match. Whenever Ferran gets closer to the goal, I can feel my heart beating faster. And whenever I don't see the ball hit the back of the net, I feel disappointed.

And then…

"Goal!", screams Jorge and I just stare at the players celebrating as if not knowing what to do. But when Jorge sits down next to me, he can see how big I'm smiling.

When the referee signals the end of the match, I stand up and turn to see if Jorge is following me. He isn’t but he winks at me when he sees me looking.

“Go see your man”.

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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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strawberryblue-blog · 2 months

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Cuddling together

—FC Barcelona.

summary: How would they react to cuddling together at night?

warnings: none. soft, cute.

#SEXYNOTE: I will use few players but if you want to add you can leave it in the comments also the list of players you want in your request.

Pedri Gonzalez.

Against your chest.

Even if Pedri wants to be serious and masculine in the relationship, when you go to rest he is the opposite. He looks like a little boy waiting for his mother to tuck him in. In fact I could say that is his favorite time when you are together, sleeping on your chest. The warmth of your arms wrap around him and he rests his head in the hollow of your breasts, his nose sniffs and he sighs contentedly. 'Make cuddles in my hair' he would ask.

Your fingers delve into Pedri's brown hair and he begins to fall asleep with your little touches. One of your legs goes across his hips and wraps around him, grabbing hold of him to sleep still with Pedri on top of you.

He loves being in your arms, he can hear your heartbeat as he falls asleep and feels comforted and safe, yet he finds it so intimate and loving.

Ferran Torres.

Little spoon.

When it's time to rest, Ferran is always the biggest spoon. He waits for you every night with his hands open for you to snuggle against him. Leaning his body against yours is one of his favorite things to do. He likes to cover you completely, you know that his love is warmth and he feels like he takes control over you and you won't be able to escape his arms. Especially, because his arms wrap tightly around you and hold you giving you warmth.

He likes to kiss the back of your neck, hair and shoulders. He really gives a lot of attention to this part, he knows how much it relaxes you to be caressed and he will give you everything he can.

Probably at night, you turn to face him and kiss the bridge of his nose, Ferran is a deep sleeper, so he will never know about it and then you go back to your safe place.

Pablo Gavi.

On top of his body.

When they go to bed, Gavi is a very naughty child before going to sleep. He never sits still. He will play with you until you get tired and fall asleep, so he will grab your body and lay it on his with a single push. He is mischievous and looks at you teasingly when you lean on his chest with your elbows then he wraps his arms around you.

He just smiles proudly, after all he just wants to have on top of him. You rest your face on his chest and Gavi's fingers immediately caress your hips, then he moves up your back until he reaches your hair. He stays like this for a while until he falls asleep, just like you.

You sleep like this all night long you don't even move, maybe it's because of habit.

Joao Felix.

Up and between your legs.

Since you usually get to bed before Joao, when he comes home you are usually already asleep. Your eyes barely open and Joao climbs onto the bed. He carefully spreads your legs and places his body between them, then grabs them again to wrap them around his back. He uses your belly as a pillow and his hands grab yours, sometimes placing them on your belly and caressing it.

Literally you are well entangled but that's how you tend to sleep most of the time. Even Floki gets under your arms.

When you wake up, you'll see how your boyfriend is still between your legs and hugging your belly tightly. Without hesitation, you admire him for a few moments until you see Joao open his eyes and smile at you.

Fermin Lopez.

Inverted spoon.

He likes to hold you but when the night comes, he expects you to be. Your bodies fit together perfectly, Fermin leans his body against your chest and you circle his big back until you grab him. One of your legs crosses over his waist and you cling to him completely. If he's very cuddly, one of his hands goes down to your thighs and squeezes them gently caressing them.

Normally you sleep like that, he's not ashamed to be the little spoon. He grabs your hand and caresses your back with his thumb, until he falls asleep.

Fermin is a bit restless and when he wakes up he is in the middle of the bed, so you bring him back to his place and cuddle him in your arms.

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sports-on-sundays · 2 months

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you can do one where the reader and Pedri are best friends and she ends up declaring herself to him but he says he doesn't feel the same way, so a while later she starts getting closer to one of his friends and Pedri gets jealous and realizes his true feelings feelings for the reader💓💓

make up your mind / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x female!reader - In which Pedri changes his mind.

Requested?: For sure!

Author's Note: Pedri anons 💓 Also I'm a sucker for picnic scenes; theyre my go-to when I can't think of a good setting. Send help.

This is it. This is the day. We'll sit in the sun, I'll take his hand, tell him the truth, and...

Hopefully he'll feel the same way.

As you park your car, you gradually reach out to switch off the radio and glance at Pedri, who is seated beside you. Just as you are about to say something, he flashes a grin and reaches over to switch the radio back on. With a slight chuckle, he explains, "I like this song."

You can't help but smile back. "Quevedo is your favorite." It's less of a question and more of a statement.

He agrees with a nod, turning off the radio after the song ends. "By the way, where did the idea of a picnic come from, anyway?" He opens the car door as you get out together.

What you want to say is Well, honestly, Pedri, because it's a beautiful day to admit to your handsome face in the sunshine that I'm in love with you. What you do say is: "I don't know. Just wanted to hang out with you, and I didn't have any better ideas."

You have formed a terrible habit of not saying what you're thinking to Pedri.

Today that's going to change.

As you walk alongside Pedri, swinging your arm, you let your hands brush on purpose. That doesn't stop you from blushing, so you look at your feet. You carry the blanket, and he carries the food. Finally you find a nice spot by the water, under the shade of a tree and lay down the blanket. You plop down and look up at Pedri with a playful grin. He sets the food down and sits down, criss-cross, across from you. You both kick off your sandals, and you smile giddily as you start taking out the food.

Pedri has, of course, realized your nervous excitement by now, and asks with an amused tone, "So, what is it? What's got you in such a good mood?"

A part of you desperately wants to just let it spill now, but the smarter part of you says that's not a good idea. That this isn't the best timing. You want to say, Well, Pedri, the thing that has got me in such a mood is that for years now I've been holding back my feelings for you and I've finally decided today is the day I'm just going to tell you, because I've got this hunch you might just feel the same way as I do.

Instead, you shrug. "Just a beautiful day. It's sunny, the water is beautiful, I made myself my favorite sandwich, and I'm enjoying all of it relaxing with my best friend in the shade. What is there not to be in a good mood about?"

Pedri seems to accept this answer with a nod, and replies, "Good point. It is quite lovely. I appreciate you inviting me."

You nod, and hand him the little lunch you promised you'd make him. He smiles, pleased. You grin back, watching him take a bite, and feel a little swarm of butterflies in your stomach as he congratulates. "Very good! Thanks so much for offering to bring me some lunch."

It, truthfully, is completely your pleasure. Seeing him enjoying anything you've done for him or said to him pretty much fills you with pure joy. If you could explain this to him, you would. But instead you respond with a simple, "You're welcome."

So you eat together, and as you do this, you subtly try to move closer to him. Eventually, you end up sitting side by side on the blanket, gazing at the water, legs stretched out, and sharing a gentle touch. With the meal done, you're now simply basking in the warmth of the sun.

And you know it's now or never. You swallow. It's silent. This is the time.

"Hey, uh, Pedri...?" you ask slowly, looking up toward his face.

"Yes?" he's smiling. You smile back as your eyes meet his.

You feel as confidence gradually grows in you. You swallow but say, "There's... there's something that's been on my mind for a while now. Something I've had on my mind. I've had it on my mind to tell you..."

He nods, looking slightly concerned, since you're now speaking in a softer, more serious tone.

You deeply inhale and exhale, before letting it go. You grab Pedri's hand as the words, "Pedri, I like you. Like, as more than a friend. And I have for a while now," tumble out from your mouth.

He stares. His mouth opens and closes. His face flushes. Your heart skips a beat.

Say something.

Tell me you like me back.

You watch as he swallows. He softly slips his hand out of yours. You swallow.

"Y/n... that's... I'm sorry... that's very sweet... But I'm afraid, I, uh..."

You feel a lump in your throat.

"...I'm afraid I don't feel the same way."

You cough. Stare ahead. "You... don't...?"

He speaks quickly but quietly, as though it's awkward to say, and he's trying to be gentle and honest at the same time.

No matter how much of a gentle tone he uses, nothing about that honesty can make you feel better.

"You're a lovely girl," he begins. "And I do love you, but as a friend... You're... You're like a sister to me. I've known you for years. I love spending time with you. I love you. Just... not in that way... I'm sorry."

You stand up and slip on your sandals, looking down. You can't let him see you cry over this. You need to understand. You can't let him feel bad over it, because he's done nothing wrong. He's just being honest. You wouldn't want him to pretend to like you.

You just want him to really like you.

But he doesn't.

The fact that he flat out said he sees you as a sister.

That hurts.

"Wait," Pedri says, standing up with you. He takes your arm. "I'm sorry- I-"

"It's okay," you respond. "Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong."

It was you who messed up. You shouldn't have told him. You shouldn't have been so confident that he would feel the same way.

You grab hold of the blanket, which feels too soft. And the birds' chirping is overly shrill, and the water is too loud, and its waves are terribly big. And the grass and the trees are too green, and there are ants scurrying over your feet and the blanket, and you have a mosquito bite, and there's an empty soda bottle that someone carelessly tossed into the water, now floating away. Everything that was a flawless day just moments ago has turned, suddenly, utterly dreadful.

You almost throw up that delicious lunch in your mouth.

Pedri is saying something, but you can feel tears threatening to fall.

You interrupt him and say blandly, "I think I should go now... Bye."

As you walk off, Pedri calls after you. He follows you, and he doesn't want you to go. But you tell him to leave you alone, and he does. And you get in your car, leave him there, and go home.

It's ruined. Its all messed up and awkward with Pedri. You're aware he's trying not to have it that way, but it still is, anyway.

And you're pretty sure you're not imagining that all the sudden when you hang out together, he'd prefer to have someone else with him.

Well, sometimes it's some of his friends outside of football. Sometimes, more often, it's his teammates, because you already know them. You and Pedri met because of football. You like his friends/teammates in Barcelona.

Most of the time, it's Ferran or Gavi, which makes complete sense, since those are his closest buddies on the team. They're both sweet, and you get along well with both. Ferran, perhaps, more so, for whatever reason. He's got a great sense of humor and comes up with interesting conversation topics.

That's the thing, though. You feel more inclined, when it's you, Pedri, and Ferran hanging out, to relate with and talk with Ferran, just because there's not that terrible awkwardness between you and him.

Gavi's super nice too, but usually he doesn't have much to talk to you about, and then you just end up feeling like the tag-along.

Nothing against him, though. You get it.

He just wants to hang out with his friend.

You just wish Pedri would choose one way or another. He's always inviting you, but seems to have these strict walls he's building. You get it. Maybe he's just nervous. Maybe he doesn't want to give you hope.

But really, it's your fault. If you hadn't let the stupid confession tumble out, you'd still be good, normal friends like you have been for years.

You wish Pedri would either be that good, normal friend to you like he always had, you just cut you out of his life. Then at least you'd (hopefully) just eventually move on and get over him.

But, no. Instead, he's balancing in this weird in-between place. And you hate it.

And then, one day, you get a surprising text. Ferran had your number in a group chat with a few other people, but now you're getting a private text from him.

Ferran Torres: Hey, do you want to hang out?

Me: Why are you asking me, and not Pedri?

Ferran Torres: Because this doesn't have to do with Pedri. Im wondering if you want to hang out with me.

Me: No one else with us?

Ferran Torres: I was thinking just you and I. Unless you don't think so.

You stare at the screen, unsure. What is he getting at? You wouldn't want him to think you like him any more than a friend, but at the same time, spending some time together sounds nice.

Well, you already have your heart set on Pedri, whether he feels the same or not.

But you remember when, years ago, you were first getting to know Pedri, you were considering these same sorts of things. You finally sigh, shrug, and type back,

Me: Sure. What have you got in mind?

That's just the beginning. As time goes on, you and Ferran continue to grow closer, while the whole time you and Pedri are drifting farther and farther apart. While you enjoy Ferran's friendship, it's a different dynamic compared to your relationship with Pedri. Pedri was more open and understanding, providing a sense of comfort and security. He would hold your hand, lend a listening ear, and offer advice only when requested. Ferran, on the other hand, is more of a lighthearted friend with whom you have a good time. If you encounter any difficulties, he'll ask you questions about it, or try to come up with a solution, or distract you.

It's just different.

You lost your friendship with Pedri, but gained one with Ferran. But in the end, it feels more like a loss in the end. Your heart aches for Pedri.

You're not sure how Ferran feels about you, but you're careful about boundaries. You can't let your feelings get away from you after getting your heart broken so recently.

But from Ferran's point of view? Who knows how he feels?

One day, as you walk Ferran to your car after his training, since you're planning on going for lunch somewhere, you pass Pedri. Unexpectedly, Pedris eyes meet yours. In that fleeting moment, his eyes reflect a mix of contrition, confusion, and overall just strong emotion. It's as if he carries the weight of countless questions, yet only one manages to escape his lips, spoken in the gentlest of tones, "Hey, Y/n. I understand you're busy, but... Would you mind sending me a text later, when you're free? I'd like to talk it over."

You're not sure what 'it' is, but you nod.

When Ferran questions you about it, you admit that you're not even sure what Ferran's friend meant, but you feel nervous and excited about it at the same time.

Later, in the evening, you do text Pedri, telling him you can talk now. And he immediately asks if you'd like to come over to his house for dinner.

You say yes.

He tells you when he'll pick you up.

And you spring up off the coach, a strange hyper-excitement suddenly filling you. You go to your room and fix up your hair and makeup nicely. Nicer than you usually do. But of course, you always do that for Pedri. By the time you're done, the doorbell rings. You slip on your shoes and open the door, and there's Pedri.

His hair is a little messier than usually, strands falling over his forehead, but you find that cute. In the glow of the porch light, his very dark brown eyes shine, and he looks angelic. His cheeks and lips are a light pink color, and he's clean-shaven. He wears a navy blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and black gloves on his hands. You smile. He looks so comfy! "Are you chilly?" you ask.

He smiles back. "A little... Anyway, want to come to my car?"

"Well, have you started making dinner at your house yet? Because if not, we can just stay here...?"

He nods, looking (strangely) a little relieved by this suggestion. "Yeah, I haven't started on dinner yet. Maybe we should just stay here?"

You nod, opening the door wider for him. You walk in together, and he slips off his shoes as you say, "I'll just put a pizza in the oven. You can just go in the sitting room and wait for me."

He nods with a little smile and does just that.

You're fairly quick with the pizza.

And when you come back to the sitting room and see Pedri sitting there all comfortable, the thing you want most to do is sit down right next to him on the big grey couch and cuddle up. But instead, you walk to the blue chair on the other side of the coffee table and sit down on that.

But you're surprised when Pedri shakes his head. "No, no. You can sit next to me." He pats the spot, right next to himself.

You swallow but nod and sit down, still making sure you don't touch.

But Pedri wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side, and gently prods your head to rest on his shoulder. You're feeling flustered now as you mutter, "Pedri...?" For such a long time, there's been such a distance between the two of you, and you're assuming that's because he didn't want you to think he liked you. He wanted to keep those boundaries.

Now, as he gently rests his head by the top of yours, all of that is gone. He whispers softly, "I've just missed you, Y/n. A lot."

You swallow and mutter, "But I see you weekly, at least."

He nods slowly, but then says, "But I miss talking with you, being able to touch you, and hold your hand." He gently takes your hand.

With every word from him, your face heats up furthermore. Would a friend really say thing like that? Friends don't talk like that, do they?

Well, Ferran sure doesn't.

You entwine your fingers, slowly, around his, and as if reading your mind, he asks, "So... How's Ferran?"

You look up in confusion, meeting his eyes. Your faces are so close... "You know. You spend more time with him than me, still. It's not like my whole life is centred around Ferran Torres. If anyone's was, that'd be sad for them," you chuckle, teasing your friend.

Pedri chuckles and says, "Wow. That's harsh. But, no, I mean, like, your... relationship with him." He seems to be choosing his words very carefully.

You blink in puzzlement. "It's... fine. We get along great..."

Pedri sighs, seems to consider something, and then finally says, "Alright... I guess I'll just ask it straight-out then." He swallows and says much softer, "So... are you and Ferran dating...?"

Your eyes widen. You open your mouth, close it, and then open it again to say, "No. Not at all. I don't like him that way, and I don't think he likes me that way, but if he did, I'd say no."

"Much like how I said no, huh?" he mutters.

You stare at him blankly, and you feel a little hurt, but nod. "I... I guess so..."

Suddenly, in the other room, the timer starts going off, indicating that the pizza has finished cooking. You rise slowly and stiffly, utterly perplexed about what on earth Pedri is trying to accomplish in this conversation, yet completely sure what it is doing is absolutely messing with your head.

When you come back with the pizza and two plates, Pedri grabs your hand and practically pulls you back down to sit next to him again. He wraps his arm around your back as you give yourself and him each a piece, feeling strange. He finishes his portion quickly, which compels you to do the same. Once he's finished, he thanks you, saying it was delicious, before a slightly awkward silence settles in once again.

Pedri slowly sets his plate down on the coffee table, before looking at you again, locking eyes. He hesitates, before asking, "So... do you still feel the same way about me?"

You nod slowly, blushing. "Yeah..."

He nods back, before murmuring, "What would you do if I said I feel the same way?"

Your heart skips a beat, but your eyebrows crinkle together. "If you do, then..."

"Then why didn't I say it when you confessed it to me?"

You nod. "R-Right. Exactly."

He sighs. "I don't know... It's just- I didn't know. I thought this was just a friendship, and that I didn't need a relationship any deeper. I was happy with what we had and didn't want to change it, and any feelings I had for you I honestly ignored because I didn't want to feel that way... I wanted to just be friends. But then you said it and I didn't accept it and we grew apart because I was confused and didn't know how to deal with any of these emotions... And then you started to get closer with Ferran, and even hanging out with him more than with me, and... Honestly, Y/n, I felt jealous. I had no reason to, because I was the one that rejected you, but as soon as I saw that, I thought 'No, that's Y/n. I'm the one who should be spending that time with her. I'm the one who has known her for years.' And then I started thinking maybe I really do like you back, and the only thing that could make stupid me realize it is when we started growing apart and you started spending a bunch of time with some other guy. Even if the 'other guy' is one of my best buddies."

It's a strange feeling, because you're shocked, happy, and also your head is spinning and your stomach is absolutely full of butterflies. You swallow, and at first when you try to speak nothing comes out, but on the second try you manage to murmur, "So..." you squeeze his hand. "Does that mean you'll give me a shot...?"

He nods right away, and suddenly pulls you into a hug. He wraps his arms around your back, you can feel his muscles, despite the gentleness of the touch. The smells of his cologne fills your nostrils, and it feels familiar, like home. He pulls you closer to himself, gently rubbing your back, holding you closely. You let your head snuggle into his shoulder, and he whispers in your ear, "Yes, please... I'd love that. I missed you so much..."

For some reason, you feel yourself getting a little emotional. You sniff and mutter, "Pedri, I missed you too. I'm so glad you made up your mind about me..." You giggle a little, trying to push away the strange tearful feeling coming on.

When you finally, slowly lean away from the hug, your hand rest against Pedri's chest, and he looks at you with the most shining, happy, contented eyes you've ever seen. It makes you feel warm inside. He gently kisses your cheeks, which makes you smile and blush, before pulling you close to him again for more cuddles.

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pablitogavii · 1 year

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Prank wars Pt. 2

Summary: Yet another prank you pulled on Gavi..;)

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smutty smut ;))

"Girls you are crazy! He's gonna get so mad at me!" you whine as your friends suggested yet another prank for you to pull on your boyfriend.

Since last time (which you definitely enjoyed a lot!) you were getting used to being the prankster in the relationship. It was fun testing Pablo's limits sometimes..

"Yeah but he might fuck you like a beast again!" Sienna smirked and Aurora closed her ears being disgusted that we were talking about her little brother like that.

"How are we supposed to make it happen anyways??" you said and they shared the whole plan with you smirking when you finally agreed.

The plan was to talk about "faking orgasms" just as Pablo comes home so that he can hear it...and see what he might do about it.

It was 9pm, right around the time Pablo finished with his trainings and when you heard front door opening up you started your planned chit chat.

Pablo unloaded his bag tossing sweaty jersey into a laundry basket ready to hug his girls after an exhausting dat of training. He slowly walked towards the living room wanting to surprise you but instead he heard your friends talking about an interesting topic.

"Have you ever faked an orgasm with Pablo?" one of them said and Pablo smirked knowing the answer to that question anyways. He quickly became a pro in making his girl cum hard and he takes quite a pride in that.

"Yeah...I do it often" your answer almost made him choke on his own saliva as his presence became known to the group of girls.

"Amor! Welcome home, cariño" you were quick to rush to hug him and kiss his lips which he did not try to kiss back saying he was going to shower and sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about what you said...you fake orgasm with him often? How did he not know that!?"

"Do you think he heard it?" you come back and they all nod including Aurora who smirked and said that her brother was definitely going to be pissed about this one.

"Alright, let's go ladies...our girl is gonna be busy tonight!" Sienna jokes and you laughed shaking your head and walking them to the door.

"Amor! They left. Come to the living room" you called cleaning up behind your little hang out and he walked from the bedroom in only his grey sweatpants and shirtless with wet hair...he was fresh out of shower and he looked delicious.

He sat on the couch turning on TV and watching some old football game completely lost in thought. He had never felt worse than right now, feeling like a complete disappointment.

You came back from the kitchen sitting besides him while tossing your legs over his lap and running your hands through his wet curls. His eyes were glued on the TV and form the way his jaw was clenching, you could tell he was pissed off.

You slowly moved closer starting to kiss from his sharp jaw to his neck and he closed his eyes feeling himself getting hard when you found his weak spot but couldn't get in the moon with the new knowledge he learned pulling away from your instead.

"What's wrong??" you play dumb a little guilty to prank your boy but you knew he will soon give a reaction.

"Nothing.." he just said continuing to watch the game you both knew he didn't give two shits about.

"Then come here...I missed you papito" your voice hot higher just the way he liked it and it was harder to hide the clear hard on in his sweatpants.

"I missed you too princesa.." he said but his hands were still not making an attempt to touch you and you were starting to grow frustrated. You moved to straddle his lap rubbing your wet panties against his hard on and he winced placing his large veiny hands on your ass out of instinct and you smirked kissing his lips again.

"Then show me.." you whisper into the kiss and just when he was starting to relax those words start echoing in his head and he pulled back removing his hands from your body.

"So you can fake an orgasm with me again!?" he said through gritted teeth and you smiled moving your head to the side which was only angering him more. Was this funny to you!?

"Amor.." you tried but he cut you off angrily

"Don't 'amor' me Y/N! Why didn't you tell me!? Better yet, why did you tell your friends who are going to tell all my friends how shitty I am at fucking my girl!?" he was freaking out and you thought it was enough

"Pablo." you tried but once again he wouldn't let you talk

"I'm shit! I can't even make my own girlfriend cum! And when people start talking everyone in the world is gonna know my girl fakes orgasms with me!" he was freaking out so you did all you could to shut him up and kissed his lips roughly which took him by surprise.

"It's a prank idiot! Do you think I can really act that well!? Like you got me screaming on top my lungs most of the nights anyways.." you say with blushed cheeks and demeanor changed as his hands grip your ass tightly making you wince.

"You think that's funny do you princesa!? HUh!" he screamed slapping your ass roughly and you moaned excited to see dominant Pablo surfacing once again.

When you didn't reply he spanked you again while carrying you to your shared bedroom and tossing you onto the soft king sized bed.

"I asked you a fucking question!? You think it's funny to mess with me like that!? I think I need to fuck all those creative ideas out of you for good.." he said and you smiled nodding your head while he tore your panties entering you in one swift motion while making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"P..Pablo..uhh fuck.please" you were a moaning mess underneath him as he hit all the right spots with just enough force to make pleasure overtake all your senses.

He was brining you right to the edge before slipping out of you and leaving you shocked and unsatisfied...you begged him to cum but he was determined to teach you a lesson this time getting tired of these little pranks of yours.

He laid besides you and you crawled on top of him knowing you needed permission to slip him back into your heat so you did all you could which is beg while rubbing your desperate fold against his hard member.

"Please..I'll be good..I promise..I won't prank you ever again Pablito" you said with tearful eyes hoping he will show you mercy and he thought to himself for a moment while you kissed from his face to his neck seductively.

"Never again?" he said and you looked into his eyes kissing his lips a few times while nodding and repeating your promises again and again until he finally raised your hips and slipped back inside of you returning all the needed pleasure.

"Ahh fuck never again.." you moan as your orgasm washes over you making you clench around him like a vice making him fill you up while holding your chest down agains this own.

"Yeah..you definitely don't fake anything princesa..." he smirked proudly seeing that your thighs are still shaking as he laid you down and helped clean you up before kissing your lips lovingly.

"You are so cute when you are angry Pablito.." you say and he turns to look at you still catching his breath from the intense high with a big smile on his face.

"Don't forget what you promised or I am never letting you cum again princesa" he warned and you smirked moving closer to him and whispering into his ear while touch him member that slowly started to harden again.

"You fuck me so good and all my friends know about it.." you say and he smirked nodding his head before grabbing your wrists and pinning them about your head before hovering back on top of you.

"You're my little prankster" he smirked and your smiling face before kissing down your neck losing himself in pleasure of being with you.

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digitaldiarystuff · 4 months

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hey babes, I’m having a problem with coming up with ideas and I’ve asked and asked and asked but no one gave suggestions so i thought maybe i should ask in a post.

I need:

player name + trope + genre

(Jude + fake relationship + fluff etc.)

please please send me these because i need my inspiration back🥺

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mqsi · 1 year

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Pedri x reader imagine in which he’s secretly dating ferran’s sister (idek if ferran has a sister) so they’re going behind his back & sneaking out. Eventually ferran catches them doing the nasty & gets mad at them so ignores his sister but sira his gf talks him into apologizing to them & accepting that his sister has found love & someone who treats her well esp after dating trash men

Hey, thanks for requesting. I tried to fit everything you asked for in,but not make it too long, so I hope you like this!

warning: slight smut

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How you ended up in a secret relationship with your brother’s teammate? You would also like to know. Sneaking out every other night so you can sit in a certain green car was your life in the past few weeks.

But that doesn’t matter now, what matters is that Ferran, your brother, had invited quite a few of his friends over for a pool party. Which of course includes Pedri. You two were now on a mission of pretending you don’t wanna rip each others clothes off in front of everyone.

Pedri and Gavi arrived together and Ferran asked you to go offer them drinks.

“Why can’t you just go? Those are your friends”

“What? Are you shy all of the sudden? You got along pretty good up until now, just go there” Ferran replied.

Yeah, exeptionally good with one of them, you thought to yourself. The boys were sitting next to the water and you approached them slowly. You felt Pedri’s gaze on you, you were wearing a swimsuit but pulled on a pair of shorts. As you stood in front of them, Pedri looked to the side and let out a fake cough.

“Hey, long time no see” you said and Gavi tried to hold in his laugh.

“I hope you’re only referring to me, I’m pretty sure you pulled down the passanger seat in the Mini last night,it was more far back when I sat in it this morning?” Gavi said, making Pedri glare at him from the side. You went pale, switching from looking at the two boys.

“Pedri” you whisper yelled and he put his arms up in defense. “I had to tell him, he’s the only one that knows”

Gavi just smirked proudly.

You sighed and composed yourself.

“Alright I came here to ask you what you wanna drink, now act normal” you said. The boys nodded, telling you their drinks of choice and you went back inside.

The party was going good, you played volleyball in the pool, made coctails etc.

“What the fuck Ferran!” Pedri suddenly yelled when Ferran poured beer on his shirt.

“Shit, sorry bro, someone pushed me. You can get a shirt from my closet”

You were following the whole conversation and quickly jumped in.

“Yeah I can show you where they are” you said, smiling at Pedri before looking at Ferran. He nodded, making you rush inside the house.

Pedri and you got upstairs and before you knew it, his dirty shirt was on the floor and he pushed you up againt the wall in the closet.

“Fuck you and that teasing swimsuit” he said, hands roaming all over your body.

“It was just for you Pedro” you replied before he slammed his lips against yours. His fingers were quick to pull your bottoms aside, slipping a finger in.

“Fuck” you moaned against his mouth and felt him push in another. Just then, the door opened.

“What is taking you two so-“

You jumped, pulling the bottoms back in place. You didn’t have time to think of an excuse when Ferran slammed Pedri against the wall.

“Are fucking kidding me right now?” He yelled in his face.

“Hey I can-“ Pedri tried to explain himself but to no use.

“You can’t do shit Pedro” he continued now, yanking hard at his shoulder. Gavi rushed in the closet as well, pushing Ferran off of Pedri and standing in between them.

“So you knew about this too?”

Gavi nodded slowy. Ferran laughed and looked at you, then back at the two boys.

“So the whole team knew Pedri was fucking my sister and no one even thought about telling me?”

You had to jump in and defend yourself.

“This is the exact reason why I didn’t tell you anything! First of all you can’t decide who I fuck or not and Pedri and I have something more going on here. I love him and you can’t do shit about it” you said before leaving outside.

Ferran’s night ended with his girlfriend, explaining her the whole situation.

“I don’t get it” she said

“Yeah I don’t get it either” Ferran replied.

“No, I don’t get you? She’s obviously happy with him plus you two are friends and you know Pedri’s a good guy. What is the problem?”

“The problem is they’ve been fucking behind my back!”

“So what? You can’t stand the fact that your sister loves somebody and makes love to them? How old are you, 2 or 3?”

Ferran kept quiet.

The next morning, he called Pedri.

“Hey” Pedri said, his voice serious.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for reacting the way I did, I’ve got nothing against you two being together”

“I’m not the one who should hear that, make sure you let her know” Pedri replied.

After that, Ferran made sure to have a nice talk with you.

“yeah you can be together, I have no word in there. And I’m sorry” he said,finishing his speech and hugging you.

You hugged him back before slapping his head.

“You’re an idiot”

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a/n: Gavi stopping a fight is definietly the biggest fiction part here

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missgavi · 1 year

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GAVI AND MULTILINGUAL S/O!!!

like she knows english,spanish,russian,japanese or anything you like

when team makes a interview and interviewer ask about the viral videos of gavi cursing in other languages to other teams players and barca be like she is his teacher everything is her fault😭😭😭

i live for this moment gavi learning other languages🥺🥺🥺like russian and arabic is one of the hardest languages to learn and she knows one of them and teaches gavi🥺🥺🥺he can’t say anything right but it’s okey

I'm going to do this with romanian bcs I feel like it doesn't get the recognition it deserves. especially for all those swear words.

"Mortii ma-sii , baga-mi-as piciorul" Gavi swears through his teeth. For whatever reason , the ball was so not cooperating today at practice.

"Que ?" both Pedri and Ferran ask at the same time, thinking they both either miss-heard him or they suddenly forgot the language spanish.

Gavi turns towards them with a raised brow, not catching on "what?''

"What did you just say ?" Pedri asks

It finally clicks inside Pablo's head that he accidentally sweared in romanian instead of spanish or english. He goes on to explain how he's so used to hearing you swearing in romanian that he picked up a few phrases and it just slipped out.

This goes on to become a whole thing. More often , romanian curse words leave Gavi's mouth, some even caught on camera, making people confused as to why he's cursing in romanian.

At an interview he's asked about it, him , Pedri and Ferran all sharing a laugh as Gavi goes on to explain his girlfriend speaks romanian and he may or may have not picked up a few phrases.

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavira #miss gavi drabbles #pg30 #football #fcb #fc barca #fc barcelona #pedri #pedri gonzalez #ferran torres

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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

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

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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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Friendship Blossoms

Summary: y/n and Alejandro have been friends forever. Will they realize their feelings for each other early enough or will it be too late?

Story written by AI/ChatGPT because I am the most uncreative person this planet ever witnessed 🤣 don‘t like ChatGPT written stories, don‘t read it. Hate messages and name calling is unnecessary!

Y/N and Alejandro had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had grown up together, sharing countless adventures and creating lasting memories. Their bond was unbreakable, and they understood each other in ways that no one else could.

One evening, Y/N and Alejandro found themselves out for dinner with their friends Ansu, Ferran, and Eric. They had decided to try a new restaurant in town, excited for a night of good food and even better company. As they settled into their seats, the group engaged in lively conversation and laughter.

Y/N couldn't help but notice the tomatoes on her plate. She had always despised them, their taste and texture never appealing to her palate. Alejandro, being the observant friend that he was, noticed her hesitation and the way she discreetly pushed the tomatoes aside.

Without a word, Alejandro reached over and plucked the tomatoes from Y/N's plate, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. He grinned mischievously before popping them into his mouth and chewing with exaggerated satisfaction. Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.

Their friends Ansu, Ferran, and Eric, who had been engrossed in their own conversation, suddenly grew quiet. They exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the subtle chemistry between Y/N and Alejandro. It was in the way they mirrored each other's movements, unknowingly imitating each other. Alejandro scratched the back of his neck while speaking to Y/N, and she absentmindedly fiddled with her thumbs while talking to him.

As the evening progressed, Y/N and Alejandro continued to share secret smiles and inside jokes. They seamlessly finished each other's sentences, their connection evident to anyone paying close attention. Ansu, Ferran, and Eric observed all of this, their smiles growing wider as they witnessed the unspoken bond between their two friends.

Yet, the group chose to keep their observations to themselves. They understood that Y/N and Alejandro's relationship was special, and perhaps something more than just friendship was blossoming between them. However, they also respected their friends' journey and the timing of when they chose to acknowledge their feelings.

The night carried on, filled with laughter and camaraderie. Y/N and Alejandro enjoyed every moment together, cherishing the friendship that had grown into something deeper. While their friends might have noticed the romantic attraction blooming, they wisely chose not to say anything, content with allowing Y/N and Alejandro to navigate their own path.

And so, as the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Alejandro said their goodbyes to Ansu, Ferran, and Eric, with promises to meet again soon. They walked side by side, their steps in sync, the unspoken understanding between them shining bright.

Little did they know that their friends had their backs, silently cheering for them, and excited to see where their blossoming friendship would lead. Y/N and Alejandro's journey was just beginning, filled with countless more moments, adventures, and a love that was meant to last.

Despite their friends' subtle hints and the undeniable chemistry between them, Y/N and Alejandro remained oblivious to their deepening feelings for each other. Their friendship continued to flourish, filled with shared adventures and unwavering support. Little did they know that their friends, especially Ferran, had grown tired of their obliviousness.

One evening, Alejandro decided to host a get-together at his house, inviting their close circle of friends. The atmosphere was vibrant, with laughter echoing through the rooms as everyone enjoyed each other's company. Ferran, unable to hold back his frustration any longer, took Alejandro aside to have a heart-to-heart conversation.

As they stood on the balcony, Ferran mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room. "Alejandro, I can't help but notice the undeniable connection between you and Y/N," he began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Are you sure there's nothing going on between the two of you?"

Alejandro's brows furrowed as he denied Ferran's assumptions. "We're just friends, Ferran. I've told you that multiple times," he replied, sounding slightly exasperated. He couldn't understand why Ferran kept bringing it up.

Ferran, determined to open Alejandro's eyes, took a deep breath. "Well, if there's truly nothing going on between the two of you, then you won't mind if I ask her out on a date, do you?" he challenged, hoping to shake Alejandro out of his denial.

Taken aback by Ferran's proposition, Alejandro felt a twinge of unease in his heart. He couldn't imagine Y/N going on a date with someone else.

Meanwhile, Y/N had stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air, unknowingly approaching the pivotal conversation. Ferran turned to her, a gentle smile on his face. "Y/N, would you like to go out on a date with me?" he asked, hoping she would agree.

Caught off guard by Ferran's request, Y/N's mind raced. She knew she didn't have romantic feelings for him, but she also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Curiosity tinged within her, and she made a decision.

"I'd be happy to go on a date with you, Ferran," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ferran's smile widened, he knew that this date would serve as an eye-opener for both Alejandro and Y/N, regardless of the outcome. The two of them didn’t even realize when Alejandro had fled inside halfway through their conversation.

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Y/N and Ferran spent the day together, walking around the city, sharing laughter, and building memories.

As the day drew to a close, Ferran found a moment of vulnerability and honesty with Y/N. "I need to tell you something," he confessed, his gaze filled with genuine care. "I don't have any romantic feelings for you, Y/N. I asked you out to make Alejandro see what he's been blind to all this time. I hope this opens his eyes and helps him realize his own feelings for you."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude for Ferran's selflessness. She hugged him tightly, thanking him for being such an incredible friend. Deep down, she knew that her feelings for Alejandro ran deeper than friendship, and Ferran's gesture had given her the clarity she needed.

As Y/N and Ferran shared the heartfelt hug, a passing fan recognized them and quickly snapped a photo without their knowledge. Oblivious to the consequences, they continued their conversation, unaware of the digital evidence.

Later that evening, Alejandro happened to come across the photo while browsing through social media. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Y/N and Ferran wrapped in a tight embrace. A pang of jealousy coursed through him, prompting a flurry of emotions he couldn't ignore.

Realization dawned upon Alejandro. The sight of Y/N and Ferran together awakened something within him, stirring up the truth that he had been denying for far too long. He needed to act, to find Y/N and confront his own feelings before it was too late.

In a whirlwind of emotions, Alejandro jumped into his car and sped toward Y/N's house, determined to pour his heart out to her. His mind raced with a million thoughts, wondering if he had already lost his chance or if there was still hope.

Arriving at her house, Alejandro anxiously stepped out of his car and walked up to her front door. With every passing second, his heart pounded louder, echoing in his ears. However, as he waited, his gaze fell upon the approaching headlights of a car. It was Ferran, dropping Y/N off after their day together.

Alejandro's heart sank, realizing that he might have missed his opportunity. He decided to remain at the front door, hoping to speak with Y/N, even if it meant facing the possibility of rejection.

Y/N, still immersed in the joy of spending time with Ferran, stepped out of the car, her smile fading as she noticed Alejandro standing by her front door. Confusion flickered across her face, mingling with a hint of anticipation.

Ferran, sensing the weight of the situation, stepped back, giving Y/N and Alejandro the space they needed. "I'll leave you two to talk," he said gently, offering Y/N a reassuring smile before departing.

As Y/N approached Alejandro, her eyes filled with concern. "Alejandro, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Y/N, seeing that photo today made me realize something. I've been blind to my own feelings for you, but jealousy and the fear of losing you forced me to confront the truth." His voice trembled with vulnerability as he continued, "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time."

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in Alejandro's words. The whirlwind of emotions she had experienced throughout the day suddenly came to a halt, and clarity washed over her.

"You... you love me?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

Alejandro nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. I can't imagine my life without you, Y/N. Please, tell me if there's still a chance for us."

A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. "Alejandro, I've loved you for as long as I can remember. I've been waiting for you to realize it. There's not only a chance, but my heart has always belonged to you."

In that moment, everything fell into place. Alejandro and Y/N embraced, their hearts finally aligned. The photo that had inadvertently brought their feelings to the surface had led them to this defining moment of love and clarity.

As they stood together on Y/N's doorstep, a newfound understanding and an unbreakable bond enveloped them. The journey that began with friendship had transformed into a love story that would continue to unfold, capturing the hearts of all those around them.

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Y/N and Alejandro's newfound love bloomed, filling their lives with joy, affection, and a beautiful connection that seemed to light up every room they entered. Their friends, couldn't help but notice the change in their dynamic and the overwhelming happiness radiating from the couple.

Ferran, being the playful and mischievous friend that he was, couldn't resist teasing Y/N and Alejandro about their lovey-dovey behavior. He would often grin and say, "You know, you two owe your relationship to me. If it weren't for that photo, who knows how long it would've taken you to confess your love!"

Y/N and Alejandro would exchange playful glances, unable to deny the truth in Ferran's words. They appreciated his role in nudging them towards their own realization of love, and they openly expressed their gratitude.

"Of course, Ferran," Y/N would say, laughter dancing in her voice. "You're the unofficial matchmaker who brought us together. You've earned the title of best man at our wedding, without a doubt!"

Alejandro would playfully add, "And don't forget, you'll be the godfather to our first child. You've become an integral part of our love story!"

The three friends would share hearty laughs and playful banter, cherishing the bond they had forged through years of friendship. Ferran's teasing became a constant reminder of the journey that had brought Y/N and Alejandro together, and they cherished every moment.

As time went on, Y/N and Alejandro's love only deepened. Their relationship grew stronger, and they embarked on new adventures together, supporting each other through thick and thin. Ferran stood by their side, witnessing the beauty of their love story unfold.

When the day of their wedding finally arrived, Ferran stood proudly by Alejandro's side as his best man. He wore a heartfelt smile, knowing that he had played a small part in their journey to this momentous occasion. The ceremony was filled with love, laughter, and overwhelming joy, as Y/N and Alejandro exchanged their vows, promising to love and cherish each other for a lifetime.

True to their word, Ferran became the doting godfather to their first child, supporting Y/N and Alejandro as they embraced the joys and challenges of parenthood. Together, the three friends formed an unbreakable bond, rooted in years of shared memories and an unspoken understanding of the love that had brought them together.

As Y/N, Alejandro, and Ferran continued to navigate their intertwined lives, their friendship remained a constant source of strength and support.

#alejandro balde x reader #alejandro balde x y/n #alejandro balde #balde #ferran torres #fc barca #fc barcelona #barca #footie #football imagine #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you

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Forever home (Ferran Torres x Reader)

**Little backstory. It was a friend’s birthday this week and I wrote this for her, hence why it’s birthday themed, and now she let me post it so you can all, hopefully, enjoy it ❤️❤️**

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It was your love for animals that got you to meet Ferran in the first place, so when he was invited to visit the famous L’Oceanogràfic aquarium during a few days off he could spend in Valencia, he didn’t think twice and invited you to share the experience with him.

“How does it feel being around your family after so long?”

“What?”, Ferran's confused face was adorable. “I see my family all the time”.

“I meant the sharks. Aren't those your family?”

“Sure. Can you tell how much we look alike?”

He placed his head near where one of the sharks was swimming. It almost felt like it was posing too since it got closer to the glass.

“I don't know…the sharks are cuter”.

“You’ll always choose the animals over me”.

“But you're my favourite human”.

Taking his hand, you both walked around the place seeing all the animals. But sadly, you couldn't stay there longer. Or in Valencia.

The next morning, you had to drive back to Barcelona. Lots of people were travelling for the Easter holidays so you knew it'd be a longer trip than usual. You and Ferran were chatting and updating each other on what you're next few days’ schedule looked like.

“And I have to work on Tuesday. Can you believe that?”

“Yeah, so close to the Easter holidays. A lot of people are off work already…clearly”, he answered, looking at all the cars in front of yours.

“I meant…”, you were so thrown off by his comment. “Yeah, it's weird”.

Tuesday was two days before Maundy Thursday, so sure, it was two days before the Easter holidays but…it was also your birthday. Had Ferran forgotten?

“I brought snacks for the trip. Sour Skittles, your faves”.

Ferran's big smile made you forget how hurt you were for a second. “I love them. Thank you. You're so thoughtful”.

“You know…it's what couples do. Remember important things about one another and all that”.

“Speaking of that…”.

Your head turned quickly to look at Ferran, expecting him to mention the birthday. But he just placed something in your hand.

“A chocolate bar?”

“Not just a chocolate bar. It's salted caramel flavoured. I know you've been trying all of them to see if any actually taste like salted caramel. This is from Lindt so it's a good brand. When I saw it, I picked it up for you”.

“So thoughtful of you”, you whispered.

“I also remember what's important for you”, he winked.

Did he?

“It's good”, you told him after taking a bite. “Wanna try it?”

He nodded and you moved the bar so he could take a bite as well. “It doesn't taste like salted caramel, though”.

“No”, you sighed. “It seems impossible to get that flavour in this country”.

“We'll keep trying”.

Ferran leaned forward to kiss your cheek before driving again. Finally, the cars were moving.

The plan was the usual. You'd eat snacks and chat. Music was on so there'd be some singing going on too. But you just felt so moody seeing your boyfriend had forgotten your birthday. Even if it was a newish relationship, you expected him to remember the day you were born. He always seemed to worry so much about the little details, like the chocolate bars. But now he forgot the big details. Typical.

Life continued and you went back to work while Ferran was busy training and trying to be ready for the next match.

“You ok?”, asked one of your coworkers.

“Yeah. Just worrying too much about silly things”.

“I'm familiar with that. But I hope you aren't worrying about getting older tomorrow”, she laughed. “Are you doing anything fun for your birthday?”

“I don't think so…”.

“Will you go back to Valencia this weekend to see your family?”

You didn't plan on doing that but maybe it was a good idea. The plan was to stay in Barcelona and go see Ferran play but maybe it was time for a change of plans. At least your parents remembered your birthday.

Ferran didn't even mention staying with you on Monday night. His birthday hadn't even been a whole month before yours and you made sure you'd be there to wake him up and show him the gifts you got for him. You wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up on his birthday…but also wanted him to be the first person you saw on yours.

“All my fault for creating these fantasies in my head”, you told yourself when you got into bed. “Always makes it easier to end up being disappointed”.

But you were being too hard on yourself...and on Ferran. Still, he wasn't the first person you saw when you woke up on your birthday. Or not the first animal at least.

“What is…”, the sound of breathing and purring near your face woke you up and when you opened your eyes, you saw the most beautiful little kitten staring at you. “How did you get here?”

“Oh, you're awake. Happy birthday!”, screamed Ferran, holding balloons in his hands and placing them near your bed. “I couldn't wrap your main present. Moves too much”.

He was still laughing when you sat up in bed and stared at the kitten. “He's mine?”

“She. And yes. I went back to the rescue we visited not long ago and they had already found a family for the older cat you loved so much so I looked around and…she was almost calling my name. I knew immediately she'd become your best friend”.

“I…”, you didn't even know what to say. The cat was a black kitten with white paws, like the one you had when you were a kid. But Ferran didn't know that and yet…he found her for you. It had been one of your worst days as a kid when your cat passed and you refused to have another black cat for the longest time, feeling like it’d mean you were trying to substitute your best friend. But now realised it wasn't like that. This was a new friend but you would never forget the previous ones.

“I thought you forgot my birthday”, you confessed while you tried to get the cat to sit on your lap.

“I know. It was a bit mean to do that to you but I didn't want you to find out I had adopted her and ruin the surprise. I picked her up yesterday morning and couldn’t leave her alone at home”.

“I guess I can forgive you. And thank you”.

“Anything for the birthday girl. I'm going back to the car to get all her stuff”.

“Her stuff?”

“Yeah. And you don't have to go to work today, by the way. I sent match tickets to your boss and now you can stay home”.

“Thanks! Your fame is finally useful”.

You took the little kitten in your hands and went to see what Ferran meant by stuff for the kitten. And then you saw him bringing a litter box, a cat tree, food, treats, toys, …

“Did you buy the whole pet store?”

“Ehh…”, he looked around and frowned. “I think I left a couple of toys for other kitties. But our little princess needs all of this”.

“We need to find a name for the princess first”.

“Right. Any ideas?”

“Umm”, you thought. “Has she done anything extra cute that we could use for a nickname?”

“She puked on my bed”.

“Adorable”, you chuckled.

After going back and forth over some names, and checking Google for more ideas, you both decided to name the little kitten Lulu.

Once that was sorted, it was time to play with her. She had so much energy…and Ferran bought so many toys. Lulu would get tired of all of them quickly wanting to try the other ones.

“This will be your forever home. Are you happy?”, you asked Lulu when she was purring and laying down on your lap after too much playing.

“I want you to be my forever home too”.

“Are you talking to me or Lulu?”, you joked, trying not to blush too much.

“Both…but mostly to you”.

“We want that too…and then we'll finally turn you into a cat person”.

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