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Barcelona LaLiga: Flick lidera la ambición culé por el título
#Blaugrana fútbol español#Camp Nou#Carrera por el título de LaLiga#FC Barcelona#Hansi Flick#Lamin Yamal
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Best Young Player of the Tournament
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football tournaments give me a genuine midlife crisis because one day it’s 2014 and you’re a kid and your favourite player is still in their peak and then it’s another two years and then you’re older and your favourite player is older and then it’s another two and you’re older than the newest players and your favourite player is retiring. not good. do not recommend.
#football#soccer#euro 2024#euro cup 2024#spain nt#germany nt#france nt#portugal nt#world cup#copa america#copa américa 2024#argentina nt#fifa world cup#fifa#pedri#lionel messi#cristiano ronaldo#lamine yamal#neymar#antoine griezmann
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When They Find You Wearing Their Jersey | FC BARCELONA
✮- summary: they basically walk in and see you wearing one of their barcelona jerseys
✮- warnings: none
Requests are open
masterlist here
João Félix:
As you lazily stretched on the couch, draped in João’s jersey from his last match. It had been the only thing you could find last minute after you had taken a shower.
When João walked in, he had abruptly stopped and let out a breathy chuckle before letting out a low whistle. “Estás realmente muy bonita.” (“You really look very pretty.”) he said, eyes looking you up and down. “When did you decide to steal my jersey?”
“Why, do you want it back?” you teased softly, sitting up slightly to look at him.
“Not a chance. You look way too good in it for me to take,” he replied, grinning at you as he took a seat next to you on the couch. “You should think about wearing it more often.”
You let out a giggle, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Did you have a good day?” your asked as you pressed a soft kiss on his neck.
“Seeing you like this makes it absolutely perfect,” he murmured, gently running his hand on your thigh. “I could get used to this.”
Pablo Gavi
You had been in the middle of brushing your hair when you heard the door open. With you having stayed over, and nothing else to wear, you slipped on Gavi’s oversized jersey and went to greet him.
Gavi’s eyes widened a bit at the sight of you in just his jersey. “Wow, what’s the special occasion?l” he asked, with a wide grin from ear to ear. "Te ves increíble con mi playera de jugador.” (“You look amazing in my shirt.”) he said while wrapping his hands around your waist.
You interlocked your hands behind his head “No special occasion,” you replied, laughing. “I just needed something comfortable, I forgot to bring extra clothes.”
“Well, it suits you,” he said, laying his head on top of yours. “You should wear my stuff more often.”
“If you insist,” you playfully said. “But only if you promise to keep behaving.”
“I’ll try,” he said with a wink, kissing your cheek. “But I make no promises.”
Pedri González
You had been halfway through preparing breakfast for you and Pedri, wearing one of Pedri’s many Barcelona jersey’s, when he had walked into the kitchen. He paused, taking in the sight of you in front of the stove.
“You know,” he began, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “I think this might have to be the best view I’ve ever had in the morning.”
“Pedri, I’m trying to cook here,” you let out a breathy giggle, shaking your head.
“The food can wait a bit,” he murmured into your ear, kissing it. "Prefiero disfrutar este momento contigo." ("I’d rather enjoy this moment with you.")
You turned in his arms, brightly smiling up at him. “How about you help me instead? Then we can relax sooner”
He sighed dramatically, acting annoyed. “Alright fine, but only because I can’t resist saying no to you while wearing my jersey.”
Fermín López
You had just woken up to find Fermín already up, lounging against the headboard besides you. You were wearing his jersey, which you’d put on before going to bed the night before.
“Good morning,” he said with a gentle smile, taking note to your outfit. “I didn’t notice you had borrowed my jersey last night.”
“I hope you don’t mind,” you said, snuggling closer into him. "It was the only thing within my reach."
“Para nada. Te queda perfecto,” (Not at all. It looks perfect on you,") he replied, gently tracing patterns on your exposed neck. "Maybe I should just let you keep it."
"Careful Fermín, I might just take your whole wardrobe," you teased.
He chuckled. "Deal, as long as you wear it and you look as perfect as you do right now.”
Héctor Fort
You were wrapped up in Héctor’s home jersey, sipping on some coffee at the kitchen isle when he had walked in. He did a double take, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.
"Hey you," he said, eyes gleaming. "Did you happen to raid my closet?"
"You could say that," you replied, grinning at him. "It just felt right putting it on this morning, not sure why."
“Bueno, te queda fantástico,” ("We’ll, It looks fantastic on you,") he said, sitting down beside you. "I wouldn’t be mad if you happen to wear it again."
"Careful what you wish for," you teased. "I might just take you up on that offer."
"I wouldn't mind one bit," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss as he ducked down to catch your lips with his.
Lamine Yamal
You were sitting on the arm of the couch, dressed in Lamine’s jersey, when he came home. His eyes immediately lit up at the sight of you.
"Te ves absolutamente asombrosa,” ("You look absolutely amazing,") he said, walking over to sit next to you. "Is that my jersey?"
"Yeah," you replied, giving him a smile. "Is that okay?."
"Yes," he said, wrapping an arm around you. "It suits you better than me."
You laughed softly. "Maybe I should borrow your clothes more often."
"Feel free," he said, nuzzling your neck. "I adore seeing you in them."
Marc Guiu
You were tidying up the living room, wearing one of Marc’s many jerseys, when he walked in. He stopped and stared, a soft smile spreading all across his face.
"Would that happen to be my jersey you’re wearing?" he asked, amused.
"Yeah, I hope it’s not a problem," you said, blushing slightly.
"Of course not," he replied, coming closer. "Te queda genial. Te puedes llevar lo que quieras". ("You look great in it. You can take whatever you want.")
"I might just do that," you teased. "If you don't mind sharing."
"Not if it means I get to see you like this," he said, pulling you into a big hug.
#football imagine#football player x reader#joao felix#joao felix x reader#joao felix x you#joao felix imagine#pablo gavi#pablo gavi x reader#pablo gavi x you#pablo gavi imagine#pedri gonzalez#pedri gonzalez x reader#pedri gonzalez x you#pedri gonzalez imagine#fermin lopez#fermin lopez x reader#fermin lopez x you#fermin lopez imagine#hector fort#hector fort x reader#hector fort x you#hector fort imagine#lamine yamal#lamine yamal x reader#lamine yamal x you#lamine yamal imagine#marc guiu#marc guiu x reader#marc guiu x you#marc guiu imagine
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hi, i love your writing can you do one where marc guiu is secretly dating lewandoski's daughter and he finds out?
MR LEWANDOWSKI (marc guiu x lewandowski!reader)
summary : in which the polish barcelona player finds out his daughter is dating his teammate
face claim : no-one exact
notes : ty for the request !! im gonna do some requests asap (theres like twenty so plsplspls be patient <3) also im gonna go on vacation soon so ill be less active.
pairings : marc guiu x fem!lewandowski!reader
BEING THE DAUGHTER of the Polish striker, Robert Lewandowski, came with its perks. Some of the benefits was the opportunity to meet your favorite players, attend exclusive events, and see important matches, such as the World Cup and UCL Finals. But managing the constant media attention and living up to the Lewandowski name were only two of the challenges that came with it. The hardest challenge of them all was keeping your relationship with the Barcelona striker, Marc Guiu, a secret.
You knew dating Marc was going to make you slightly insane. The constant hiding and sneaking around was annoying, tbh.. But if you managed to keep this a secret for over seven months, you sure weren't going to fuck it up now.
Hector quickly caught onto your little facade. All three of you were classmates, and it was clear by the looks you exchanged across the classroom, the way Marc spoke to Hector about you, and just the overall way he admired you. Hector was certain you were dating.
Him knowing would actually come in handy. It was a little easier to keep the secret when Hector was on your side. When needed, he helped cover for you by coming up with excuses in case your dad was on the edge of figuring things out.
One afternoon, while your father was out, Marc came over to your house. It was a unique chance for the two of you to have the house to yourselves, and you both wanted to make the most of it.
You were in your room, cuddling on your bed with Marc as a movie was playing on your laptop. It was relaxing, finally a moment of comfort without any worries or the anxiety of getting caught.
"This is nice," Marc murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I wish we could do this more often."
"Me too," you replied, pulling in closer to him. "But you're aware of my dad's history with my ex-boyfriends. If he found out, he would freak out."
Marc sighed as he played with the strings on your hoodie. "I know. Yet, sometimes I picture us going out on a typical date night. No concerns about your father catching us. You know maybe if he got used to our relationship, he could come along."
Playfully poking Marc with your shoulder, you mocked, "Are you using me to date my father?"
Marc gave you a gentle giggle and an amused look as his eyes met yours. "Maybe I am," he answered. "But in all honesty, I just want to go out with you—no sneaking around, just a regular 'I'll have her home by nine, sir' type date."
"Wow, real cute, Marc." Just as you were about to lean in for a kiss, you heard the front door open. Your heart stopped, as you and Marc exchanged panicked and confused looks.
"Oh fuck. He's not supposed to be back yet," you whispered urgently, scrambling off the bed. "You have to hide. Like now."
Marc quickly got up, looking around the room for a hiding spot. "WHAT?! Where should I go?!"
"Jesus Christ, Marc. I don't know just.. just get under the bed or something!" you whispered, trying to keep your voice down.
Just as your father yelled something from the living room, Marc dove under the bed. "Y/n? You home?"
You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before opening your bedroom door. "Yeah, What's up?"
He walked down the hallway, a frown on his face. "I thought I left my other keys here. Have you seen them?"
You shook your head, trying to look casual. "Nah, I haven't seen them. Maybe you left them in the locker room after training?"
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe. I'll call someone to check if someone found them. Are you okay? You seem... off."
"I'm good, Dad," you said quickly, hoping he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice. "Just tired, I guess.."
He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright. Well, I'm going to head back out then. Let me know if you find the keys."
As he turned to leave, you heard a muffled cough from under the bed. Your eyes widened in horror as your father stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowing.
"What was that?" he asked, turning back to you.
"What do you mean" you said quickly, desperately trying to think of an excuse. "I didn't hear anything. Is your hearing alright?"
"Hey, I'm still only 35 years young. Anyways, I'll just head out, I guess. See you later, honey." He said as he walked out the front door.
As you walked down the hallway to reach your room, you exclaimed, "Marc, what the fuck was that? The one time you NEED to be quiet, you actually cough. How on earth is that possible?"
"Hey, I didn't put all that dust under your bed," he playfully said while hugging you. "Calm down, babe. He didn't even see me."
"Yeah, but he heard your silly ass. Anyways you should just go. He might come back soon."
At least three hours had passed before your dad returned, which was kind of annoying because you had the chance to finish the movie and still had two hours left to hang out without interruptions.
"Hey honey, I'm back home," your dad said as he walked into the house. You were sitting on the couch, watching Suits (a goated show btw).
Your dad's voice startled you, making you jump slightly. You quickly paused the show and turned to face him. "Hey Dad," you replied.
He looked around the living room with a curious expression. His eyes fell upon the hoodie that Marc gave to you. The hoodie that exclusively Barcelona players got. His brow furrowed slightly as he picked it up, examining it with a puzzled look.
"Whose hoodie is this?" he asked.
You swallowed nervously, trying to come up with a plausible explanation. "Oh, uh, that's Marc's," you said, mentally cursing yourself for not changing beforehand. "He gave it to me last week."
Robert's gaze shifted from the hoodie to you, his expression unreadable. "Marc's?"
"Yeah," you nodded, trying to keep your voice steady. "We… we've been hanging out a lot. Last week i was cold so he gave it to me."
He studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to gauge your sincerity. "Hanging out," he echoed, more a statement than a question.
You nodded again, feeling the weight of his scrutiny. "Okay, yeah. So, Dad, we've been dating for.. a while now."
His eyes widened in surprise, shocked expression on his face. But he didn't look angry. Instead, he let out a slow breath and nodded.
As he stared at you for what felt like an eternity, processing the information, he finally spoke out, his voice calm yet tinged with disbelief, "You and Marc... have been dating?"
"I… I didn't know how you'd react," you admitted, feeling a pinch of guilt for keeping it from him. "And I didn't want you to worry."
Robert leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "I see," he said. "And how long has this 'while' been?"
Marc cleared his throat, speaking up, "About seven months, Mr. Lewandowski."
Your dad looked at Marc with a mix of surprise and curiosity. "Marc? What are you doing here?" he asked, seeing him in the living room unexpectedly.
"I'm sorry, sir. Y/n messaged me to come over, so I did," Marc spoke out, trying to explain his sudden arrival.
"Sorry for not telling you sooner, Mr. Lewandowski," he said earnestly. "We didn't mean to keep it from you."
Robert eased his expression and laughed. "I understand," he softly said in response. "While I can't say I'm not surprised, I appreciate your honesty. Also, Marc, we've known each other for some time now. Just call me as usual." Your father joked with his teammate, your boyfriend.
You felt a wave of relief when you realized he wasn't upset. To be honest, he looked more interested than angry. "So, what do you think, Dad?" You questioned him.
Robert leaned forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well, if Marc here has managed to win your heart for seven months without my knowledge, he must be doing something right," he said, his tone teasing yet approving.
Marc and you exchanged a relieved smile as you felt the tension ease. Despite his reputation for being serious, Your dad has surprised you today by showing you compassion and comprehension.
You said, "Thank you, Dad," appreciating his understanding.
He chuckled loudly and replied. "Please just promise me that you will keep me updated. I'm happy for you both."
It was impossible not to feel an overwhelming feeling of relief. The secret was finally out.
#fc barcelona x reader#fcb x reader#marc guiu fluff#marc guiu imagine#marc x reader#marc guiu x reader#Marc guiu paz x reader#marc guiu#pablo gavi x reader#pedri x reader#joao felix x reader#marc guiu fanfic#marc guiu oneshot#marc guiu fic#fc barcelona#barca#fc barca#football imagine#football fanfic#barça#fc barça#barcelona fc#footballer imagine#pedri#pablo gavi#gavi#hector fort#lamine yamal#pau cubarsi#joao felix
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Gavi getting mad really is this club's favourite source of entertainment 😭😭
#him calling peña bad then losing right after is so Gavi of him 😭😭#it reminds of that clip of him and Fermín#he's so full of shit 😭😭#also not all of them Zendaya laughing they love him 😭😭#pablo gavi#baby waby#pau cubarsi#alejandro balde#fermin lopez#iñaki peña#lamine yamal#hector fort#marc guiu#fc barcelona#la masia babies 💕💕💕💕#my favourite part is fermin looking helplessly at him and laughing#he's used to it
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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.
#football imagines#imagine#football one shot#fc barcelona#pablo gavi#pedri#pedri x you#pedri imagine#fermin lopez#fermin lopez x you#ferran torres one shot#ferran torres x you#ferran torres imagine#ferran torres#alejandro balde#alejandro balde imagine#alejandro balde x you#alejandro balde x reader#hector fort one shot#hector fort x you#hector fort imagine#hector fort x reader#hector fort#lamine yamal one shot#lamine yamal x you#lamine yamal imagine#lamine yamal x reader#lamine yamal#pau cubarsi x reader#pau cubarsi
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they saved football for us
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When I said Spain were violating child Labour regulations I didn’t think they actually were 😭
#lamine yamal#sure someone’s already shared this but help 💀#just rest him for the game man let him do his homework 😭#euro 2024#spain nt#I’ve actually looked more into this and it is a real law albeit unlikely to be enforced and €30k is a pittance in international football#just funny that if he plays it IS technically against German child Labour laws#but then again so was his debut for Barcelona’s 1st team when he was 15 so ! carries.#<- not to be misconstrued as being a hater I’m being tongue in cheek#wish all the best to him he’s a great young talent etc etc but yeah. Barcelona and Spain’s track record wirh teenage players does irk me#a little. hope we see some global restriction on professional minutes for minors but that’ll never happen 🤷♀️#it all feels great doing stuff young for your age when you’re 16 but then you turn around a few years down the line and realised it was#fucked up and you missed up on so much social development#praga
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Gavi and Lamine being cuddle bugs before the EURO 2024 final. (x)
#lamine yamal#pablo gavi#fc barcelona#spain nt#euro 2024#mine*#lamine yamal*#gavi*#MY CUTE BOYS#i adore them so much#the way they cling and lean into each other and gavis lil neck kiss BYE#crycrycry#ok last post before im hopping off to watch the final now#spain nt*
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LAMINE YAMAL Spain - France | Euro 2024 (July 9th, 2024)
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and FUCK rabiot!
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When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA
✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player
✮- warnings: none i don’t think
Requests are open
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João Félix
“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.
You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”
He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)
You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”
“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.
You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”
João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”
“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.
“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”
Pablo Gavi
“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.
You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”
He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”
You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”
Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)
You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”
He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”
You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”
Pedri González
“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.
You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”
He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”
You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”
Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)
You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”
A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”
“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.
Fermín López
“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.
You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”
He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)
You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”
Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”
You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”
He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”
You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”
Héctor Fort
“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.
You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”
He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”
You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”
Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””
You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”
He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”
Lamine Yamal
"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."
He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."
You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."
Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")
You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."
He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"
Marc Guiu
"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.
You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."
He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")
You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."
Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."
You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."
"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.
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would you write one of hector fort and reader being in an argument and reader crying because of the accumulated stress and hector comforting reader afterwards pls
PLUS ONE (hector garcía fort x reader)
summary : in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge
face claim : no-one
notes : first time writing angst lol sorry if its soft but im a noobie
pairings : hector fort x reader , angst
HECTOR and I have been dating for about a year. Our relationship has been very low-key, with only our families knowing about it. We both agreed it was better this way—he has his fangirls, and I would assume they would go ballistic if they found out Hector had a girlfriend. Not even the Barca players knew; some, slowly caught on, but apart from a few REALLY soft, soft launches, it was basically non-existent to the public eye.
It was a typical Saturday evening when Hector came over to my apartment after a training, a bit more excited than usual. “Guess what?”
“What’s up, babe?” I asked, looking up from my phone.
“I got invited to the FIFA Football Awards event next month. It’s a big deal; all the top players will be there,” he said, sitting down beside me.
“Wow, that’s amazing, Hector! I’m so proud of you,” I replied, genuinely happy for him.
“And they said I could bring a plus one,” he added, his voice trailing off as he looked at me expectantly.
I paused, my excitement fading slightly. “Oh, that’s.. nice.”
Hector noticed the change in my tone and his brows furrowed. “I want you to come with me,” he said firmly.
“Hector, you know we agreed to keep this low-key. An event like that, with all the media and attention… it’s not exactly low-key,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but it’s just one event. We don’t have to hide forever. Besides, I want to share this moment with you.”
I shook my head. “It’s not that simple. Once we go public, things will change. People will start prying into the life of my family and I. I don’t want that kind of stress.”
“But I want to be able to be with you openly. It’s been over year. I’m tired of hiding” he argued, his frustration evident.
He got up and walked around the room.
"So, why can't we do just one thing together? "I just want one, public, night together."
"It never lasts a night. Today it's the awards; tomorrow it'll be something different."
"Where does it end?" I exclaimed, my voice rising as my anger increased.
"I don't see why you're so against this. It's not like I'm asking you to do something really crazy."
"I just want my girlfriend to be there for me, to support me." he said, his voice filled with distress.
"And I support you, Hector. Every. Single. Day, I offer you my whole support. However, this is not like usually. It isn't just about us. It's all about the media, fans, and attention.
"It's genuienly too much."
Hector paused while walking, his eyes softening. "I had no idea that was giving you so much anxiety. I just thought... Maybe it was time to announce our relationship, I don't know."
With a shaky voice, I took a deep breath. "Hector, it's not that I don't want to be with you honestly. It’s just that I’m scared. Scared of what will happen when everyone knows. Scared of the pressure, the judgment."
"I apologize for pressuring you. Im sorry. I just... I want you to know that no award or event is equivalent to how much you mean to me. I just wanted everyone to see the girl i adore and love so very much."
"You don’t get it, Hector. You're used to the constant focus on you and your loved ones. I'm not famous in any way, nor do I desire to be."
Hector's face fell, guilt and regret obvious and clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry; I should've taken your feelings into consideration. I just assumed that-"
“You assumed what? That I would suddenly be fine with our private life being exposed to the world?” I interrupted, slowly feeling the anger rise in me.
“I thought we could handle it together,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“But I’m not as strong as you think I am, Hector,” I said, my voice breaking. “I never cry, I never let things get to me. But this… it’s just too much. I can’t do it. What if they try to break us apart? It's so overwhelming. What if the media digs into our personal lives and spreads lies? What if your fans start hating me, or I say something wrong, and it affects you? The anxiety is eating me alive."
Feeling the weight of everything squeezing me, I shook my head. "Hector, I'm not as strong as you expect me to be. I can’t handle the thought of people judging us, criticizing us. With all this pressure, the idea of losing you is too much for me to handle."
"Hector, you just don't get it. You're used to being the focus of attention. However, I'm not. I'm more than scared, I'm basically petrified."
I looked aside, trying to cover my face as the tears I had been keeping back suddenly burst out. Hector stood there for a brief momentwatching me with a distressed expression. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. We don’t have to go public if you’re not ready. We can take our time,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing.
I leaned into his embrace, my sobs shaking my body. “Thank you. I just need time.”
He squeezed me even tighter and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Take as much time as you need. I'm always here to support you. I love you."
The tension began to ease as we stood there, holding another closely. I knew that between us, we would get through this. That was the only thing that mattered for now.
first time ever writing angst hope its what you imagined while requesting 𖹭
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Self Care Night
H. Fort x reader
category: fluff
warnings: none, lower case intended, i apologize for any bad grammar since english is not my first language
summary: helping héctor de-stress
a/n: sorry this was so rushed 😭
you heard the front door slam as you ran down the stairs to greet your boyfriend who had just come back from training.
when you looked at him tho, all of your excitement was thrown out the window.
“what happened, love?” you asked looking at his eyes red from holding back tears. you hugged him as strong as you possibly could, wanting to protect him from all the bad in the world.
as soon as he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder you could hear quiet and soft sobs.
“i was absolute shit at today’s training, and i was hoping xavi would play me on the starting team this weekend” he explained.
you held his face, brushing away any curls that had fallen in front of his eyes and any tear stains that were left, he immediately leaned into your touch.
“well mi amor, everyone has bad days, xavi is very experienced and he’s been a player himself so i’m sure he knows you’ve just had a bad day. how about we have a relaxing afternoon for you to disconnect a bit from all this stress?” you answered.
“yeah i guess it could help.”
you went up to your room to start a bath, you put a fancy bath bomb and lit up some lavender candles to help relax.
héctor got in the bath while you headed downstairs to grab his favorite drink.
walking back into the bathroom you saw him laying on the bathtub with his head leaned back.
you sat beside him, filling up the cup and setting it by his side while stroking his hair.
“you’re too good for me” he whispered.
“i’m here to give you what you deserve” you answered, kissing the top of his head.
he kissed you softly, “don’t you wanna get in as well, that would definitely help me relax” he said.
“héctor!” you scolded him hitting his arm as he chuckled at your shock.
“kidding!” he said back, “i mean…”
“stop! well i think someone’s better…” you said getting up from your spot by the tub. “get out while i grab us some snacks, i’ll let you choose the movie today.”
you made your way downstairs to the pantry to grab all his favorite snacks, water, etc.
when you went back up the stairs you saw héctor with his pj pants on walking towards your shared bed.
“oh my favorite!” he said when spotting his favorite chips.
you giggled, getting comfortable in bed with him, one of his hands on the remote for the TV and the other resting on your lap.
when he finally picked his movie of choice, héctor laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist.
you were going to make a comment about the movie half way through but you noticed his heavy lids shut and his breathing slowed.
you kissed his forehead feeling his arms tighten around you, leaning into him and drifting into sleep as well.
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Of course Gavi let 17 no driving licence Lamine drive 😭😭
#the way everyone is panicking while he's living his best life#he embraces danger fr#pablo gavi#baby waby#lamine yamal#fc barcelona
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