#Ferran torres imagine

[strawberryblue-blog]

Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

[loviingpedri]

happy new year - f. torres

prompt: new years with your favorite bae

warning: grammar issues

credits to owners for all images.

ferran wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. he wanted to see you in all of his years.

“fer! are you ready?” it was currently 10 pm. his legs shaking as he carefully put the ring box in his pocket. he did a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m ready.” you planned to watch fireworks for new year’s. he wanted to turn it into something special. he kissed you on your lips as he fixed your hair.

“you look nice in that hoodie.” he could watch you smile all day. you fixed his hood as he stared at you in awe.

“you’re so pretty. i could tell you that all day.”

“you never fail to remind me. come on, we gotta go.” sparks were going off in your relationship. peak memories were forming everyday. he was anticipating for this.

getting into the car, he made sure to hide the ring carefully. he protected it with his whole soul. he wanted this night to be perfect.

and it was already perfect for you.

you’ve been dreaming to go see a firework show with the love of your life. your younger self would already be screaming how you’re going to be marrying such a talented and caring person. torres was truly perfection.

arriving to the park where multiple couples or friend groups were gathered, it was a beautiful spot he chose. somewhere not too crowded, near the river where the fireworks can also reflect on the waters.

going near the waters which was blocked by fences, you admired how red his nose got from how cold it was. his smile couldn’t warm you up enough though.

it was almost midnight. you couldn’t shake off the feeling of another successful year.

“you ready?” he whispered to you as you stared at the moon. two minutes before midnight and the fireworks were starting.

3.

looking at ferran before getting a reply, he let go of your arm. he seemed to pull something out of his pocket.

2.

your hands were definitely freezing without him holding it. you were confused, until he slowly got down on one knee.

1.

“y/n, make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

people screaming happy new year around you made it hard to hear. but he definitely couldn’t miss when you yelled yes and hugged him immediately. what a great way to start off your year as a fiancée.

finally, you found someone who looked at you like how someone looked at fireworks.

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author’s note: HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE! i am so happy to be a writer on tumblr and have your unconditional support. thank you so much for all of your love. have a great 2024, and safe reads!

[purinfelix]

No ferran headcanons? 🥹

ferran torres bf headcanons ˚⊹♡

a/n: actually can't believe this is my first time writing for our fav shark boy but here u go anon !!! i acc love him sm he's so underrated <33

✧ so smitten, like ridiculously almost annoyingly smitten

✧ doesn't matter that you've been together for almost a year, he treats you exactly the same as he did during your first month - softly holding your hand, pecking your cheek before he leaves for training

✧ acts of service as a love language, and it's just constant. a bunch of flowers one day, a home-cooked meal the next - he can't help that he loves the look on your face when you realise he's done something for you for no other reason than to show that he loves you

✧ soon this extends beyond just acts of service and turns into him straight up spoiling you, everything that's his is yours and everything you want is also yours before you can even word it

✧ somehow both clingy and shy, wants to spend all his time around you but is just a little too shy to be too open about it - you'll never catch him whining or stopping you before a night out with your friends, but you'll definitely catch a little bit of pouting and attitude once you get back.

✧ initially wanted your relationship to be a secret, at least for a little bit but he was the one who spoiled it just because he couldn't not talk about you - like it literally just slipped out one interview because he couldn't help it

"Yeah, I think we've been doing great as a team and I'm always happy to get a goal or two in to contribute," he says, smiling for the camera - cheeks flushed. "Thank you, seems like you're motivation has improved recently, any reason why?" The interviewer presses. "Well, I guess my girlfriend being here sort of helps-" Ferran begins, and it's only once he looks up and catches sight of his teammates surprised looks behind the crew does he realise what he's done. "Oh? Is this the announcement of a relationship I hear?" The curious smile on the reporters' faces is enough to cause him to blush a little, a shy cough making its way out of his mouth - which he's covered now as if that'll keep him from revealing any more.

✧ this works for him though, because now he doesn't have to walk on eggshells in conversations trying his hardest not to mention you - because for him this was proving way harder than he thought

✧ anytime he has away games - whether it's just for a weekend or for a longer national competition, he is calling you any spare moment he has. in the locker room, on the bus, late at night once he gets back to his hotel.

✧ and if you happen to be busy or asleep at the time, just know he's filming his own mini-vlog, talking about his day - though most of it is just him talking about how much he misses you.

✧ ALWAYS down for a sweet treat run no matter the time of day, at first when you introduced the concept to him he thought it a little childish and probably unhealthy - though he didn't dare bring it up to you

✧ now any time the two of you finish dinner or are out on a grocery run he gives you this sort of smirk and says "wouldn't this be the perfect time for an icecream?"

[didishawn]

Sex therapy is what works the best (Pedri x Reader x Ferran)

Warnings: Ferran is not dating Sira, Pedri thinks a good fuck is what his friend needs to get back to his top level, smut, Pedri watches his best friend fuck his girlfriend, sorry not sorry Ferran is hot, mentions of the internet asking for Ferran's head because of his recent performance on the club, lots of Spanish

Masterlist

Ferran is disappointed in himself, another bad match and half of the Internet beating him down, asking for his departure from the team. His psychologist says its all in his head, that once he gets mentally better everything else will do too. He can't help but doubt it, he thinks he is bad, he won't get out of this one, and like the memes say, he will do better to start learning, Chinese or Japanese because he most likely will end up playing there.

He is a shell of himself seating in one of the corners of the changing room as his teammates celebrate the victory when he feels to taps on his shoulder, Pedri sits next to him, watching him with sorrow, the midfielder feels sorry for his friend.

"Venga, que no pasa nada, ya lo harás mejor en el próximo partido" he tries to cheer him up, but the other shakes his head. (come on, it's nothing, you will do better on the next match)

"Dudo que Xavi me vuelva a sacar tras el desastre de hoy" (I doubt Xavi will have me on the field again after today's disaster)

"Que va, ya verás que si, chacho. Todo está en tu cabeza, una vez te olvides de lo que dicen los gilipollas de Twitter, todo irá mejor" (no way, you will see, man. Everything is in your head, once you forget what those assholes in Twitter say, everything will be better)

Ferran has his face buried on his hands, hiding his dreadful expression from his friend "¿Y que pasa si no está todo dentro de mi cabeza? Capaz es que simplemente doy asco. Llevo ya meses en el psicólogo, hago un partido bueno, y luego todo vuelve a lo de siempre" (and what if it's not all inside my head? Maybe I simply suck. I have been at the psychologist for months, I do a good match, then everything goes back to the same as alway)

His friend is quiet for a second, before saying "Creo tengo una idea para sacarte de la mala racha" (I think I have an idea to get you out from the losing streak)

"Tú estás mal de la cabeza" Ferran tells him once they are on his friend's car after dropping off Gavi, the other shakes his head. (you are sick in the head)

"Que va, tú hazme caso. Lo que te falta a ti es una buena follada para liberar estrés" (no way, you pay attention to what I say. What you need is a good fuck to release stress)

"¿Una buena follada con tu novia?" he asks, unbelieving, Ferran is sure Pedri is on weed or something. (a good fuck with your girlfriend?)

"¿Por qué no?" (why not?)

"¿Y que pasa si ella no quiere?" (and what if she doesn't want to?)

"Lo hará. Si escucharas las cosas que dice sobre ti no tendrías dudas. Que si estás cachondisimo que si no se que" (she will. If you heard the stuff she says about you, you would have no doubts. That you are so hot, and more that I can't remember)

The two boys arrive to the house you share with Pedri and Fer, though the midfielder knows his brother to be out with some chick. They hear your low humming and feel the delicious smell of whatever you are cooking. You are distracted when they see you, dressed in Barça's shirt after having to miss the match to study, it's big on you and hides the shorts that Ferran guesses you are wearing. You dance around the kitchen to the sound of Quevedo and Pedri has a giant smile on his face as he watches while Ferran struggles to keep his eyes from your ass. You were indeed only wearing panties under the blue and red shirt.

"¿Te la pasas bien?" (having fun?)

You spin around on record time and are on your boyfriend's arm as soon as you recognise his voice, lips meeting his as you congratulate him on their win, you get off him and also embrace Ferran in a not-so-tight hug and give him your congratulations too.

"¿Tienes hambre, Ferran? Hice suficiente comida para todos" (are you hungry, Ferran? I made enough food for everyone)

"Tiene hambre, pero no de tu comida" (he is hungry, but not for your food)

Ferran hits his friend to shut him up as he laughs, you give them a confused look but choose to ignore your boyfriend's idiotic comments.

It is not until you three are sat eating dinner, when Pedri's plan reaches your ears and you understand everything.

That is how you end up like this, on all fours as Ferran pounds into you from the back, Pedri is sat on a corner watching everything while pumping his dick.

It's impossible for you to contain your moans, your boyfriend's best friends dick reaching incredibly deep inside you, almost kissing your cervix as he brings you in closer by the strong grip on your waist.

"¿Qué tal te vas sintiendo, Ferran? Ella parece que bien" your boyfriend comments, watchful gaze on your forms, how your head is buried by Ferran's hand into the pillow, but not even that can quiet the angelic noises coming from you. (how are you doing, Ferran? She seems to be having fun)

"No entiendo como la dejas sola ni un momento, con lo puto apretada que está, parece que estoy en el cielo" (I don't understand how you even leave her alone for a second, with how fucking tight she is, it feels like I am in heaven)

"Una buena folladita por la mañana y por la tarde y vas tirando. Después de los partidos fuera, hay que recuperar" (a good fuck on the morning and afternoon. After away matches you make up for it)

Pedri's grip on his own dick tightens too, but his hand doesn't compare to the real thing as he watches Ferran abandone your insides, spin you around, your eyes on each other and mouths meeting, your leg on the boy's shoulder, making you let out a scream when he again slams into you. From Pedri's position, he can see your eyes filling up with pleasure tears, your nails bury into his friend's back, surely leaving marks that won't go away on the next few days. Ferran's lips meet you neck, sucking on it, he too wants to leave a mark, Pedri doesn't mind, one hickey doesn't even compare to what he always leaves on you.

You watch Ferran through your teary eyes, you are in a haze, can't really manage to think straight at all. You look down, watching as his cock slams repeatedly into you, how his abs clench, as do his thick thighs that you have always drooled about -all with Pedri's permission. He reaches down again to make out with you, his chain moving as violently as his hips do, the cool metal buries into your chest as he lets go of your leg, his big hands on your ass picking you up and seating you on those thighs you love so much, still pounding into you as hard in that position while also helping you ride him, moving you as if you were a ragdoll as your moans get louder and hold into his strong shoulders.

You eyes meet Pedri's, he winks at you and you clench when you see his cum all over his strong stomach and thighs, still pumping his dick in a slower matter, Ferran groans at your tighter self, the sound getting you closer to the edge until you finally let yourself go, making everything wetter than it already is.

You can feel Ferran's balls clenching under you as he trembles, he too is close, you reach down and massage them, that makes it for him. He gives you the last few thrusts, stronger than any before and cums deep inside you, you are glad you are in birth control. He trembles as you hop off his dick, your hands massaging his chest up and down to help him come down from the extasis of his orgasm, he was ashamed to confess it had been a while since the last time he had one from another person and not his hand.

"Ayúdala a limpiarse, ¿no?" Ferran nods with gone eyes, his thighs still tremble, yet not as hard as yours, he struggles to stand up, Pedri stops him "Con la lengua Ferran, así es mejor" (help her clean herself, no? With your tongue Ferran, it's better that way)

The boy nods, strong hands gripping into your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue licks from you hole to your clit, lips wrapping and sucking on it as you can't help but move around. One arm wraps around your waist, the other leads his fingers into your hole, pushing in whatever cum has come out, pumping once or twice, you are so sensitive that you cum again in no time. Ferran separates as you push his head away from your clit, he places a kiss on your cheek and falls down next to you.

Pedri stands up, and walks towards you two "Descansen qué ahora me toca a mi follar y tú por la boca" (rest that's it's now my turn to fuck and yours in her mouth)

That night is a long one, your bed is a bit small for the three of you, but you make it work. The next morning there are promises to repeat the experience, no bad performance from Ferran needed as an excuse, but now know that if the bad performance continues, Ferran will for surely attend this therapy asides from the one with his psychologist.

Needless to say, maybe Pedri was right about the whole thing, as the next match Ferran starts in, he leaves the field with a goal and an assistance on his back, the whole Internet praising him as the hypocrites they all are.

That night, the three of you celebrate, the therapy will for sure continue.

[leviscolwill]

i know i'm annoying, and i deeply apologise for that. but you have no idea how happy it'd make me if you wrote for ferran. I KNOW, i am a mad woman, i am aware..

i would die for this prompt

dialogue 9 : "are you wearing chapstick?"

i love you

cherry flavoured conversations ★

pairing: childhood bsf!ferran x reader

note: my lovely zowa, this is my first time writing for ferran, it’s quite short but i hope you’ll still like it. i love u so very much xx

now playing cherry flavoured by the neighbourhood…

winter holidays at the torres’ family house were always fun. you got to spend two entire weeks with your best friend and both your families, and your only concern was whether you should go ice skating, sledging, or just spend the day by the fireplace watching movies.

on the other hand, this time of the year was the hardest for you to hide your ever-growing feelings for your best friend. it was becoming increasingly harder to pretend you didn't feel anything past friendship while he was by your side pretty much 24/7.

it was one of those chilly nights, and you were having dinner with your families. ferran immediately got up when arantxa asked you to bring dessert to the table. his gentleman manners taking over, even though you clearly didn't need any help with the task.

ferran noticed you were significantly quieter than usual during dinner, lost in your own thoughts. your feelings were eating you alive, his smile, the sparkle in his eyes whenever he was talking to you only made your thoughts grow louder, and the irrevocable need to grab his shoulders and scream ‘can’t you see how much you mean to me?’ was only getting stronger.

his hand met yours before you could grab the plate, your eyes instinctively met his, filled with worry. “what did i do wrong y/n?”

ferran’s eyes didn't leave yours for a second, desperately searching for an answer in them. his hand was still on yours, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin.

“you didn't do anything wrong, i’m just feeling down tonight. please don’t worry fer.” from the look he gave you, you could tell he knew there was something else going on, but he didn't add a word.

when his eyes finally left yours, you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, and noticed his eyes focused somewhere else; the ceiling.

ferran’s gaze fell back on you. he let go of your hand to point at where he was staring, right above the two of you.

mistletoe. you could tell it had been taped to the ceiling not so long ago, and you already had an idea of who was behind this idea. and what a cruel idea that was, what if ferran just outwardly expressed his disgust at the mere thought of kissing you? you didn't know if you’d be able to hold back the tears if it happened.

his hand tilted your chin up to make your eyes meet once again. his face was dangerously close to yours, so close you could count every beauty mark, every freckle on the face you adored.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” his voice was soft, almost whisper-like. if you were to kiss, which ferran really wanted, he wished to share this moment with you and not with both your families eavesdropping on you like they always did around you.

unable to find the words to answer him, you stood on your tiptoes to close the gap between your lips. softly at first, afraid he would vanish into thin air like when you’d wake up from another vivid dream with him as the main character.

but none of that happened. ferran’s grip on your jaw only got tighter. yet his touch was still loving, just enough strength to show his yearning for you. when you finally pulled back from his enticing hold, ferran had a puzzled look on his face.

“are you wearing chapstick? it tastes like…” ferran licked his lips, trying to guess the flavour of your chapstick still lingering on his own lips.

he took the opportunity to kiss you again, lips meeting yours once again in a quick peck. “raspberry?”

you shake your head, faking a disappointed expression on your face. “cherry, close enough though.”

“can i get another cherry kiss before going back?” this unexpected chain of events almost made you forget what you were here for in the first place. you grabbed the plate, before kissing the corner of ferran's mouth. which brought a frown on his face, before remembering he’ll get other opportunities to get a better taste of your chapstick later.

when you both stepped back to the dining room, arantxa looked at you both with a knowing look before winking at you, not trying to hide her implication in the mysterious case of the mistletoe. while your parents were still in a deep conversation. unaware of the moment you just shared, the heat rushing on your face and ferran’s beet-red ears.

[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟏𝟗

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

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

"we really need to talk about Sira"

Ferran let out a sigh and nodded. He knew he should've told y/n about Sira being his ex instead of lying. But he just didn't like talking about the past. He didn't want her to think he was so caught up in Sira and that he hasn't moved on.

"why did you lie to me?" y/n asked, hurt evident in her voice.

Ferran was starting to feel bad. It wasn't his intention to hurt his love. He just wanted to keep her away from the drama Sira can cause.

"It was never my intention to hide things from you. I just know the trouble Sira can cause and what she would try to do. It was a bit shocking to see Pedri dating her to be honest because he knows she's my ex, but still I can't and don't even want to do anything about it because I don't care about her anymore and I'm happier with you than I was ever with her" he said sincerely, grabbing her hand from across the table

"just why didn't you tell me? you really thought I wasn't gonna know from social media?" she raised her eyebrows. He chuckled before speaking up again.

"well we have been broken up for almost a year now so I thought they would be over it already. but yeah I admit it was a dumb move" he said.

y/n wanted to believe him, but he really hasn't explained why he hid it from the start. He hasn't said anything about his past relationship before like he has something to hide.

"you don't believe me do you?" he said, noticing the hesitation on her face. She let out a sigh, looking up at him.

"it's just, you never said anything about your past relationship and it makes it seem as if there's something you don't want me to know" she said.

He smiled before placing his chin on his hand and looking at y/n.

"ask me whatever you want. I have nothing to hide" he said

well you hid the fact Sira was your ex but whatever.

"who broke up with the other?" she asked

"well she ended it, but it wasn't a bad break up. we also didn't talk after the break up...well until Pedri brought her to dinner" he said

"why did she end it if it seems like she wants you back now?" she asked curiously

"she ended it saying that it's too much for her and that she needs to focus on her career and whatever. you know the usual break up excuses" he replied honestly

"why is she trying to get close to you now?" y/n asked

"well this I have no idea. seems she's regretting her decision now, but I know for sure I'm not regretting it" he said with a smile

y/n smiled back at him. "can you just promise me not to hide anything again from me?" y/n asked

"of course my love. and I'm really sorry for hiding it from you, it was really unnecessary" he said, pressing a kiss on her kuckles.

"it was" she scoffed, making him laugh.

"let's join the others on the table yeah?" he said, getting up and putting his hand out for her to hold. She smiled and grabbed his hand, walking to the table where the others sitting.

They greeted them sitting down, where y/n sat down next to Sara with Ferran next to her.

"how did it go?" Sara whispered to y/n.

"really good actually, I was just being a bit paranoid I guess" she replied

Sara smiled and nodded, giving y/n's hand a small squeeze.

Ferran placed his hand on y/n's thigh, trying to get her attention. She looked at him confused, while he leaned in, placing his head in the crook of her neck.

"I missed you so much" he mumbled into her neck, breathing in her soothing scent

"it's been only 2 days" she giggled silently, raising her hand to run it through his hair. He hummed, pressing small kisses on her neck

"so what? I still missed you. haven't gotten any kiss since yesterday" he murmured, still burying his nose deep in her neck

y/n swore she can see both Pedri and Sira glaring at them, but she just wanted to enjoy this moment with her boyfriend

She removed his head from her neck, making him whine until she pressed her lips lightly on his, while he smiled into the kiss. y/n pulled away immediately when Ferran tried to deepen the kiss. He whined while she pushed him away with a soft laugh

"you're such a whiny baby" she said, smiling at him with soft eyes. He only look back at her with the same loving gaze.

"but I'm your whiny baby" he mumbled, making her laugh at his words. He pressed a kiss on her forehead before leaning back on his chair, of course after intertwining their hands together

Dinner went by fast, everyone was enjoying their time unless for Pedri and his 'girlfriend' who seemed to be pouting and annoyed all dinner.

"hey y/n follow me to my room for a bit" Sara said, when y/n was about to enter her own room. y/n confused, closed the door, and walked behind Sara

"is something wrong?" she asked, worried and confused

Sara seemed serious, until she gave her a soft smile.

"y/n, please, whatever Sira tries to do don't let her ruin what you have with Ferran. The way he looks at you y/n...I can't describe the love he has in his eyes. That man is lovestruck. Do not let anything get in between you two please" Sara said, grabbed her cheeks with her hands, looking deeply into her eyes

y/n's heart fluttered at her words. And what made her smile wider was how much Sara seems to care about her and her relationship. She hugged her tightly before pulling away.

"thank you Sara, you have no idea how much this means to me" she said sincerely, giving her a wide smile before she left for her room

Sira was already in the bathroom taking off her make up, which y/n took as a chance to change quickly and facetime Ferran.

"hello my love, missed me already?" he asked with a smile, dropping on his bed while looking at his screen

"look who's talking, the one that was begging me for attention in the middle of dinner" she mocked him, making his cheeks turn red while he scoffed

They talked for a while until Pedri, who was sharing a room with Ferran, entered the room. They kept on talking until a voice interrupted them from Ferran' s side of the phone

"can you two shut up? I'm trying to get some sleep before tomorrow's match" Pedri's voice said, making y/n sigh. She just can't understand why Pedri can't accept the two of them together.

"sorry love" Ferran mumbled seeing how the smile was wiped off her face.

"it's okay, you should sleep too. good night baby" she said in a low voice

"good night my love. sleep well. I love you" he said with a smile. y/n managed to give him a small smile back before replying.

"I love you too" she said, before they hung up. y/n smiled at her phone before her own moment was interrupted.

"aww we've reached the 'I love you' part. how cute" Sira's voice said in sarcasm, making y/n roll her eyes

"what do you want from me Sira" y/n asked, making Sira look at her with raised eyebrows, surprised y/n stood up for herself

"I want Ferran" she said boldly, making y/n squint her eyes at her

"but he's my boyfriend" y/n said, emphasizing the word 'my'.

Sira laughed making y/n more angry.

"well I had him first" she said

"he fucking moved on why can't you do that too?" y/n said in a frustrated tone, raising her voice a bit.

"how are you so stupid? how can he move on from a 4 year relationship in a few months? can't you see you're just a rebound so he can get over me" she snapped, venom dripping from her voice

"you're so fucking delusional. wake up! Ferran is mine now and he's moved from you. Stop living in a fantasy. He chose me, not you. It's time to accept reality and move on" y/n let out all of her frustration, making Sira stand there in shock.

y/n grabbed a jacket and her keys and left the room. She opened her phone aggressively, scrolling to Ferran's contact and calling him.

It took a while for him to respond, but he did eventually

"princess? is everything okay?" his voice was deep and tired, meaning he was asleep.

"I need to see you now, please" she said in a calm tone, on the verge of tears

Ferran wanted to tell her he can't leave his room, but he noticed her upset tone, so he was gonna find a way to sneak out.

"okay love, I'll be outside your hotel in two minutes" he said before hanging up.

Their hotels were only across each other so it wasn't far. He opened the door of his room after putting a shirt on, looking around the hallway to make sure no one saw him.

He managed to sneak out without any of the staff seeing him. He saw y/n sat n a bench outside of the hotel, her jacket wrapped around her body.

When she saw Ferran she wrapped her arms around his body tightly, feeling her eyes fill up with tears. Ferran hugged her back tighter when he felt her tears on his shirt.

When they pulled away, they sat down while Ferran was still confused from everything.

He didn't say anything, just held y/n's hand while she laid her head on his shoulder and waited for her to talk

"I had a fight with Sira" y/n confessed after a while of silence. Ferran let out a sigh after hearing the name of the person he desperately wants to get rid of from his life.

"what happened?" he asked

y/n explained everything that happened from the moment they arrived to this city. How she hand a jersey with his name and how she said she wanted him back. She told him what she said back and how she defended their relationship.

"you did what had to be done. she needs to leave us alone. I don't even understand why she would come back. I thought she would fucking leave me alone" Ferran said, frustration and anger evident in his voice. y/n squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

"we should really talk to Pedri about it before it gets out of hand" y/n mumbled, hearing him hum in response

They sat for a while in the comfort of each other's presence.

"you should go sleep now. you have an important match for tomorrow" y/n murmured, not letting go of his hand.

"it's fine. I'm still not ready anyways" he murmured back, speaking about his injury.

After about half an hour, they were both getting sleepy, so each on of them left to their room, thinking about a way to talk to Pedri.

[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ ferran torres

pairing : ferran torres x f!reader

notes: this is for @lochnoch !!! hope you enjoy 🤍🤍

[pensat-i-fet]

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 ❤️**

Word count: 4182

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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”.

[pepexpablito]

GUESS WHOS DISSAPERING AGAIN

(jk jk) fr though i might post tmr but its unlikly since i have somthing then friday saturday and sunday ill only be posting once each day, BUT THEN THE WHOLE BREAK WEEK ILL POST 3 TIMES A DAY AS LONG AS I HAVE THE REQUESTS TO DO SO😘😘

(SO SEND ANY REQUESTS FOR ANY BARCA PLAYER!!! 💗💗💗)

[gadriezmannsgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/gadriezmannsgirl/736999672550457344/please-tell-me-im-not-the-only-one-watching-over

Don't you think this deserves a Ferran's fic of him teasing his girl?

Kitchen Disaster -F.T7

Summary: Your boyfriend has found a new hobby, teasing you non-stop

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"Que va a explotar" (It's going to explode)

"Nada va a explotar" (Nothing is going to explode)

"Tendré que buscar nueva casa" (I'll have to look for a new home)

"Ferran!" You say putting the timer to the oven "Stop saying those things and stop trying to sabotage our dinner!" He laughs and winks at you

"I'll wait for you, preciosa" He said before leaving the kitchen towards the living room. You giggled before grabbing two glasses of lemon juice and bring them over. You laying on top of Ferran as you both watched Encanto

Both of you singing to the songs in the movie and being surprised by every single little fact as if you haven't seen it ever when Ferran stopped signing "What Else Can I Do?"

"Amor" You hum looking at him "Is the time over?" You look at your watch and shake your head

"No why?"

"Smells like burning" He said

"There are fifteen minutes left but still let me go and check" And with that you two stood up to watch the food and when you opened the oven both of you let out curses

"Puta madre"

"Joder!" You quickly get the pan out

"I thought you knew how to cook!"

"Shut up, you know I do!" You complain slightly when you see that the dough you did for your dinner had overflowed from the pan and that the oven was now full of dough.

"Pero..." (But)

"There's no but, I don't know what happened. I have added the same amount as usual!" You cry out watching the dirty oven and thinking of the hard work you had to do to clean it up

"I told you we were fine with just a pizza, preciosa"

"Bueno amor, you were in the mood for a meat filling and I wanted to do it for you" He grabs your hand to pull you into him

"Well, next time, listen to me when I tell you to order food, in that waiting time I can do little things."

"Mira tu" (Look at you) You hit him with the kitchen towel while he was laughing at you.

"The good thing about this is that I'll see you in a maid's outfit while you clean everything. Maybe something else will come out of it" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down as you laughed.

"In your life you will"

"Señorita, señorita, traiga la crema por favor, es hora de mi masaje" (Miss, miss; bring the cream please, it's time for my massage)

"Idiot, shut up" He laughed while you sighed knowing that your destiny was already written, maybe not with the maid outfit as your boyfriend of 1 year and a half wanted, but you did have to clean the whole oven again.

"Am I still cooking?" You asked looking at the dough that was left in the pan.

"Definitely not, I'm placing the order"

"Fer" You call him out as he looks at you. "Do you think…?"

"I'm not going to clean that up, honey"

"Come on Fer, I need you to help me remove the grease"

"You need me but not necessarily to clean up" He smirks

"Are you horny? I'm serious!"

"Look I think you should stop this" He made gestures for the dough. "Let me order the pizza and don't try this anymore… Or at least not without supervision"

"But I do know how to cook!"

"That's what Gusteau says, right?"

"Ferran!"

"Come on, I think you've put something on the side or you've overdone it with something… Yeast, maybe?"

"Amor," you complain. "I really don't know what happened, I've done it as usual, it's just that I wanted to make a very nice gesture to you. You always please me and-" He cut you off.

"And nothing. That you please me too, very much, more than I need. I know you wanted to make me a meal that I wanted and I thank you, it's the thought that counts. I appreciate it very much. But it's not necessary, maybe today is not the day to eat a meat filling, it doesn't matter. Don't be sad there will be plenty of time to be able to make that roll up that I know will be delicious for you."

"You're not mad?" he shook his head smiling as he kissed your forehead.

"Of course not, love. Accidents happen and it's just a little dough that can be removed with soap and degreaser" He placed a hand on your chin to make you look at him and gave you a soft kiss on the lips "Next time, I'll call my mom so you can do it together."

"No es muy divertido" (That's not very funny)

"Well, it's just that anyone can't cook, some people are terrible at it, Gusteau must change that, don't you see Pedri? fua, he almost burned his kitchen. Anyway, we don't want that to happen here. I'll be right back, you want it familiar with bacon and anchovies, right?" He winked at you

"I hate you sometimes, Torres" You sighed with a smile at his teasing "And yes, double cheese too"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[withoutanaestheticc]

I can't believe I have to make a post about plagiarism

I write for @thirstyandbeautiful

At the beginning of December, an anon reached out to me with a link to @jkeey4-main / @jkeey4 's page to warn me that she was literally copy and pasting from my fics to pass as her own.

I reached out and kindly requested that she remove all trace of my work from her own. I did not ask her to delete the fics, just edit them so they weren't word for word my own. I was beyond patient and gave her over a month to correct her work and come up with her own original scenes and dialogue, etc. I wrongfully assumed that if I showed a bit of grace, this problem would fix itself.

But it didn't.

This is just one pair of screenshots that were taken yesterday after she told me she'd edited everything and there was no trace of my work left on her page:

Since she refuses to fix her page, I've decided to broadcast it: If you're reading any fics from this page, I guarantee you that it's been copied and pasted from this F1 page.

Don't plagiarize and steal someone's work. If you need to copy and paste someone else's work to pass as your own, you're not a writer and shouldn't claim to be one.

edit: if you want to see more examples of her stealing my work, look at the notes of this post.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Hey, hope you’re good. For the Barcelona football player povs, could you maybe do one about the moment he realised he was in love with you, thanks :)

FALLING IN LOVE

—FC BARCELONA.

summary: How would boys react when they realize they are in love?

words: +1.5k

warnings: none. cute, soft.

song recommendation:

Pedri González.

You were probably one of his first loves. Maybe he once loved someone but not like he does you. He really wanted to take things slowly but after not being able to hide his feelings, he would accept that he is completely in love with you.

Although he still doesn't know whether to tell you, he trusts you and knows that you would never hurt him, but he will wait for you to tell him so as not to influence your decision.

But he is very in love and you will see how he begins to have different attitudes towards you, his hands look for yours all the time, his eyes do not stop looking at you, his voice changes when he talks to you.

Ferran Torres.

You just got out of a relationship and didn't think you could fall in love again so quickly. But Ferran will not hesitate to tell you that her feelings have changed and now he sees you differently.

He really loves you, like you are the right person for him, he likes you with all your strengths and weaknesses. The way you laugh, when you seek his warmth, when he embarrasses you at his compliments.

He really admires and is proud to be able to say that he loves you. Because for him you are an honest, loving and kind person. So how not to fall in love with you?

Joao Felix.

Like Ferran, Joao also just broke up from a somewhat complicated relationship and although he thought he would not fall in love again for a long time, you arrived to ruin his plans (in a good way).

It was inevitable for him to think that you were a great woman, with clear values, principles and objectives. A woman who knows she wants him and loves that.

Compared to his previous relationships, this time Joao feels that it is real. That you understand and complement each other, that you don't need to tell the world about yourself but that you love and support each other.

Pablo Gavi.

For Gavi, loving you is something new in his life. Maybe she has had the odd romance but none like yours. He is completely lost in you.

Like a youthful romance and one of those that will last a lifetime. Gavi admires you, supports you and loves you no matter what. Willing to learn from you and everything that loving you entails.

He's a gentleman, he likes to be affectionate with you, tell you cheesy things, take you to cute places. He will show you to the world, because he loves you and he wants everyone to know it.

Fermín Lopez.

You have known each other since you were little and how could you not fall in love with such a man? He is everything to you.

Fermín is the person that everyone wants by their side, affectionate, kind, careful and respectful. And he loves you unconditionally. He has loved you forever, since you used to play in the gardens of his house.

I always accepted his feelings for you and he was always direct because he knows what he wants and that's you. So he's an old romantic and will treat you like the queen you are.

Marc Guiu.

Maybe at first he tries to hide his feelings, we all know that he likes to seem like a tough man but deep down he is not.

He is completely in love with you and he won't be able to hide it for long. Because he loves it when you laugh, when you get close to him, when You are free and fun.

He likes it when you care about him and take care of him, it makes him want to love you more than he should. So he will confess and he won't let you go, he is determined to have you in his life and he knows that you want it too.

Héctor Fort.

You are the first girl he has liked since he can remember and it will be a little shy and embarrassing for Hector. He doesn't know how to tell you, act, or approach you.

He will probably feel a little insecure at first but he will gain confidence when you are the one who approaches him and shows him that you are also interested.

Everything will be like the first time with him, loving each other, understanding each other, taking care of each other, but it will be so magical because Héctor is simply in love with you in every way.

[footballerimaginess]

A new tradition

Footballer Imaginess Does Halloween Feedback & reblogs are very appreciated x Ferran Torres Word Count: 335 Every year in your family it was tradition that you would go pumpkin picking, you had made sure it was your tradition and something you always do. As your family wasn't able to get together this year, which you were very much upset about. "Come on, get ready" Ferran told you as you glanced up whilst you were laying on the sofa. "Where are we going?" you asked as he handed you your coat. "You'll see" Ferran cheekily replied as you slipped your coat on and your trainers. You did as you were told, still confused as to where he was taking you as he was never this secretive. - You got in the car and were driving along the motorway, still confused as there was nothing that you liked doing this way. "Here we are" Ferran smiled as you pulled up and drove along the road as he parked. "Wait, is this where I think we are?" you smiled as you practically jumped out of the car in excitement. "I wanted to take you pumpkin picking" he grinned as he grabbed your hand as you walked to the patch. "It is just how I remembered, thank you so much for doing this for me Ferran" you kissed his cheek before you made your way to the patch. "No problem baby, I know how upset you were that you weren't able to do this with your family. So I thought it would be amazing to do it with you. Make it a new tradition" you grinned as you felt your heart instantly melt. You and Ferran picked up the pumpkins, taking some pictures of you both in the patch. "This is now our tradition" you grinned as you picked up the pumpkin with huge strength. "Jeez that was heavy, I simply regret carrying that fucking hell" you laughed as you had to put it down. "I will carry it" Ferran smiled as he grabbed the pumpkin from the floor as he managed to pick it up.

[didishawn]

Your last Ferran smut was so great!!! Could you make a foursome with Ferran Gavi and Pedri? Have a good day!

Summertime Fun (Ferran Torres x Pedri x Gavi x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, vaginal, anal and oral sex, dirty

Masterlist

From the moment you opened your door, hands and lips were all over you as you were surrounded by your there boys, desperate by an entirely way too long preseason in their minds.

Pedri's lips attached to your own as Ferran places kisses down your neck and Gavi strips you down completely, you will all have time to talk later, right now the one thing in all of your minds is the extasis of your sensual acts, bare skin against each other as you pull yourselves together into a passionate dance.

Pedri's moans are loud with his cock buried deep inside you, although it's Ferran who leads the pace -he is stronger now you notice, bigger too as he swiftly snaps his hips into yours from the back, hands tight on your waist as he controls it all, Gavi's cock is deep down your throat, the boy moans at the vibrations from your loud moans and whines.

It's all so dirty yet beautiful, how the lot of you move all together in a search for the sweet satisfaction of their cum filling you up, leaving your insides, then changing positions so they can all have a go everywhre in you.

Gavi is desperate you can feel, he needs the sweet release only you can give him.

Pedri is sweet, he has missed your body, but also the entirety of you, the boy loves you, his thrusts make it clear to you.

Ferran is a show off, but you can't complain, he is lately a new man, he wants to show you he can keep up with you after working so hard on himself.

Barcelona is hot, the room almost becomes asfixiating as Ferran cum fills your throat, Pedri painting your back and Gavi reaches your cervix.

The night is so young, still so many time for the four of you, to have your cum, your body already painted with bruises and love marks as they whisper praisings, love declarations.

You are their good girl.

Only theirs, it feels Ferran reminds you, he is possessive you can see, Pedri also hugs you tight to him and Gavi smooches your cheeks.

You feel so loved, yet so utterly fucked, no one will ever make you feel like they do.

They better take you with them next time.

[rwshfordgirl]

Hello! Hope you're good! Could you write something with Ferran? Where he, despite being quite a joker and extrovert, becomes very shy and nervous around reader, who's a beautiful reporter. This provokes cute jokes from his teammates. Idk, something fluff 😊💞

Nervioso.

pairing: ferran torres x reader

summary: request xxx

a/n: omg my first request, thank you! hope you enjoy it.

i don't really like writing in the third person, but it didn't work out very well when I wrote in the first person :(

probably will be rewritten!

Y/n found it very strange that she has been working as a sports reporter for four years and only today the channel she works for asked her to cover a Barcelona game.

She loves the job she has. Standing on the edge of the field, following the flow of the game and interviewing some players was the coolest thing in the world for her.

And for the first time she will interview Ferran Torres, a Spanish player who has returned to the Barcelona squad after recovering from injury. Yn had never interviewed him before, but she had seen him in some of the Spanish national team games she worked on.

But Ferran knows her. The player has seen her often, he has a favorite sports channel just because of her. But they have never been so close to each other, which is something that makes Ferran nervous. He swears he's never seen a woman as beautiful as her.

"Hi. I'm Yn, I'm from Sports Channel 1 and I'm going to interview you today. I swear it'll be really quick." She said to Ferran and smiled at the end. The player almost melted at that moment. Yn is even more beautiful in person.

As Yn prepared to record, Ferran looked towards his teammates who were warming up, most of them knew what he thought about the reporter. Pedri made a point of discreetly pointing at the girl and Ferran and making a heart. The player saw his other teammates laughing and gave a slight smile while scratching his head. "Complicated" He muttered. "Sorry?" Yn heard something but didn't understand what was said. "Nothing." He replied. "So, can we start?" He nodded.

"We are here with the striker Ferran Torres, who has been recalled by coach Flick after spending two months out of action due to injury" Yn began to speak. Ferran was looking her up and down, completely enchanted.  "And Ferran, how do you feel now that you're back?" she asked.  "I feel good, it's nice to be back." Ferran was serious, nervous. 

"What are your expectations for today's game?" Again yn asked and again, she had a smile on her face. 

Shit. The first thing that came to Feran's mind. Yn made him nervous and he didn't even know it, he was sure he was giving the impression of someone who wasn't interested in being there.

He's not like that.

"I hope the team gets the three points and that we stay in the lead." Yn was used to players being uninterested in being interviewed and Ferran just seemed nervous, it was fine, she thought. He's just coming back from injury now.  He is uncomfortable.

"Look Ferran, we can do the interview after the game if you prefer."  Yn lowered the microphone. Ferran smiled for the first time. "Sorry, I swear that even though I'm tense about the game, I'm not like that." He said."It's okay, I understand you." She stated. "I'll look for you as soon as the game is over, I promise." Ferran hugged her, catching her off guard. Involuntary movement.  Neither did he understand.

Ferran returned to warm up with the rest of the team, Pedri laughed at him. Ferran said that she made him lose focus. He watched her from afar and saw her waving at him. He waved back.

He knows what he's going to do when he meets her again in the post-game.

[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟎

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

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part

"where the fuck is it" y/n mumbled, going through every single piece of clothing she had in the hotel closet

She was looking for her Ferran jersey, only to find out it's not there. She looked through her suitcase again, but it wasn't there either.

She let out a sigh, on verge of tears because she promised Ferran she would be wearing his jersey for the match.

"what are you looking for?" Sira said, her voice way too sweet

"I'm just looking for my jersey. you haven't seen it anywhere have you?" y/n looked at her, with raised eyebrows.

Sira chuckled and looked away. "why would I know where your jersey is anyways?" she said

y/n watched her moves suspiciously, sensing something off.

She waited until Sira entered the bathroom to put on her make up, to go through her bag. Sure enough, y/n's jersey was there, also with Sira's jersey.

She let out a sigh, closing Sira's suitcase and taking her shirt. She put it on and started working on her make up, ignoring the existence of Sira.

"oh you found it?" Sira said, her face showing shock but trying to hide it.

"yep" y/n said, not looking at her. She finished her make up and left her room to Sara's.

"hey you guys done?" y/n asked when she stepped in.

"can you dress up Kais for me. I still have to do my make up real quick" Sara said, handing y/n the tiny jersey that had "Gündogan" on the back.

She nodded with a smile, sitting on the bed next to Kais and dressing him up gently

After they all finished they met up in the alley with the other girls.

They left together to the stadium, arriving before the match started about half an hour

All the girls sat in their places, while the players had just went out to the pitch to warm up.

"hey mikkey, a pic for Instagram?" she asked her, holding her phone for her.

Mikkey smiled widely, taking her phone and finding the best angle.

y/n posted her picture on Instagram, not caring what the fans would think, she's just supporting the men's team no?

y/n17 posted on her story for the first time in a while

She saw Ferran on the pitch, while his eyes were searching for hers. She waved quickly as soon as his eyes met hers.

when the players left the pitch, y/n got a message from Ferran. She smiled and opened the message.

Fer <3

you look lovely baby. That jersey looks great on you.

She blushed slightly, quickly typing her answer

thank you amor. it only looks good because it has the number 7 on the back

nah the girl wearing it just makes it 10 times better.

She smiled, rolling her eyes playfully at his words

don't you have a match to play?

technically no because I'm sitting a few seats under yours not on the bench

aw sorry babe. I hope you can play the second leg

She felt bad because he was excited and trying to recover so he can play this important game.

it's okay baby. I have to go the game is about to start. enjoy my love

you too babe

The game was good. Barca ended up winning 3-2 on the opponents' stadium which was a very good thing. The WAGs went down to their husbands or boyfriends, y/n following them, waiting for Ferran to come down as he was talking with some people.

While she was taking a look around the pitch, a familiar voice called out her name. She turned around to see Fermin there, with a wide smile on his face.

"y/n! it's so nice to see you here!" he said in an excited voice, giving her a tight hug. y/n was surprised by his sudden affection, but hugged him back anyways

"thank you. it's good to see you too. that were some good 5 minutes you played" she joked, making him laugh

"yeah with a yellow card too" he chuckled. She smiled, looking around for Ferran who wasn't in his seat anymore.

"have I ever told you how pretty you are" Fermin said in a low voice, making y/n's eyes widen a bit, taken back by his words.

"oh thanks" she mumbled, taking a small step back as he started approaching her.

Suddenly his face was so close to hers, his hot breath hitting her face, and her legs froze in shock, unable to take any step back. Before Fermin could do anything, y/n was pulled back forcefully.

"what the fuck are you doing?" Pedri said to Fermin, his voice angry and grip around y/n's wrist tight.

"nothing" Fermin said quickly, raising his hands up in surrender. Pedri was about to speak up, before Ferran appeared from behind them

"is everything okay?" he said.

y/n felt her anxiety rising, everyone was appearing in a wrong moment and now they think that something was going on.

Pedri looked at y/n then at Ferran, before a look of realization took over his face.

He let go of y/n's hand before speaking up

"we need to talk" he said seriously, looking at both y/n and Ferran. He turned to Fermin with an angry look. "we'll talk later too" he said bitterly.

y/n let out a sigh, already knowing that Pedri is gonna criticize her's and Ferran's relationship again.

After everything, the three met in the boys room. Pedri sat the two in front of him, looking at them with a serious look.

He was about to talk before y/n interrupted.

"wait can I speak before? this thing has been bugging me and I know you're gonna talk about us" she pointed at her and Ferran

Pedri was taken back but let her speak by nodding his head.

"I know you're gonna go like 'you two should break up' and shit like that. but honestly, it's none of your business! we are dating and I love him so much and he means the world to me, but for some fucking reason you can't seem to accept that. so whatever you're gonna say, we are not gonna break up and I don't care if we don't talk with you anymore but as long as I'm with him, I'll be fine. so suck it up" she said angrily, feeling like a weight was shifted off her shoulders.

When she saw the look on Pedri's face, she felt bad, but she couldn't care less since she spoke her mind. Pedri looked at her with a sad look before he smiled.

"well I wasn't gonna tell you two to break up to be honest" he chuckled, making y/n give him a confused look. She looked at Ferran, who shrugged confused too.

Pedri let out a sigh before he spoke up.

"the first time we had a chat after our fight, I was almost convinced by you two and was ready to accept your relationship. However, that day Fermin was there all day just talking to me about you two, saying that i shouldn't accept it and that I should stay mad until you two break up. I didn't think much of it back then, but now after Fermin tried to kiss you-"he was interrupted immediately

"Fermin tried to kiss you?" Ferran said, anger evident in his voice. y/n nodded awkwardly, before Pedri spoke up again

"he didn't kiss her. I pulled y/n back before he could. I know she would've pulled back either ways though. that's not our topic now, after what Fermin did I just realized that he was trying to break you two up so he can get with y/n which is so fucked up if you ask me. So, now I can say that I'm fine with you two dating, and I admire your relationship. I don't really wanna loose any of my family" he said with a smile

y/n felt her eyes tearing up a bit, but she stopped her tears and hugged Pedri tightly.

"thank you hermano. this really means a lot to both of us" Ferran said, giving Pedri a hug too

"i low-key thought you were gonna bitch about our relationship" y/n chuckled, making the boys laugh too

"nah but you said was pretty cruel if you ask me" Pedri said, making y/n shrug

"I gotta do whatever I gotta do to keep my man" she looked at Ferran, who smiled at her.

He leaned it, kissing her lips softly until Pedri cleared his throat.

"I'm here" he said, a fake sweet smile on his face

"yeah no shit" y/n mumbled, rolling her eyes. She pecked Ferran's lips again, and laid down on his bed

"I still gotta talk to Fermin though. I can't believe he tried to kiss you!" Ferran exclaimed, making y/n chuckle

"to be fair I didn't see it coming at all." she said, making Ferran turn to her

"I did tell you before that he has a fat crush on you" he pointed out. y/n nodded, smiling at her boyfriend.

"I'm just grateful all this drama has finally come to an end" she sighed, laying her head on Ferran's lap.

The End

a/n: damn this was a long series. anyways I'm gonna start writing the requests I have, and then maybe write another series, probably a Pedri one.