#fernando torres one shot

[planetpedri]

hey diva… just give me anything with torres and lowkey… make it ansgty

Better than this — Fernando Torres.

Pairing: Fernando Torres x Fem!Reader

Summary: All he wanted was you, but you were certain he could find someone to treat him better than you ever could.

Word count: 740+

Disclaimer/s: angst , arguing , hopeful ending

A/N: I hope this made you happy beautiful, @ar4ujos ^_^ I luh you.

Knocking and knocking and knocking. “Baby open the door.” Fernando pleads, his head resting against the wooden frame. You’d locked yourself in your bedroom after he’d.. oh God. Even thinking about it made you nauseous.

He had, in simple terms, confessed his very real feelings for you. At first, when he’d started hanging out with you more, taking you out on ‘dates’—not that you’d let him call them that, it was fine. It wasn’t serious or anything, just the both of you having fun.

“Fer, go away.” You groan, head tipping back against the bed frame. You sat on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom, trying to collect your thoughts. He deserved better than you! Why wouldn’t he just go away?

“I’m not..” His voice grows quiet. “Listen, I know it scares you, I know you don’t like relationships, but please. I want—I need you.”

You wanted to believe that, you did. But your brain was practically screaming ‘danger! Danger! Danger!’ He didn’t deserve to be locked in a relationship with a girlfriend who would constantly overthink. You had too much baggage and the blonde did not deserve that.

“Baby, open the fucking door.” He says through gritted teeth. “Please, if you’re going to break it off, I need to you say it to my face.”

Reluctantly, and against everything your brain was telling you to do, you stand up and shuffle toward the door. You unlock it, opening it just enough to poke your head through. Then you see his face, that beautiful.. no.

Blinking slowly, you chew on your cheek. “Okay. I—“ You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t tell him to go.

“You…?”

“I, uhm.. Can you not look me in the eye when I say this?” You huff, eyes diverting to his shaggy blonde hair. Lord, his hair. Memories of your fingers threading through the blonde locks flooded your mind. You did not want to break anything off, but you had to.

“No.” He stays firm, shaking his head. “And, open the door all the way. If you really didn’t want this, you’d be able to say it to my face.”

“I am?” You scowl at his hair. “You make my life so difficult.”

Fernando nods. “I’m sure I do.”

“And you are insufferable, and very, very! Annoying. You also—“ Your brain short circuits. Why was he looking at your lips? “Stop that. Now. I’m trying to get you out of my life.”

“Are you really? You’re not trying very hard.”

Oh.

Your face flattens. “You’re proving all the points i’ve been making.” You point out, which unfortunately had a smug look forming on Fernando’s freckled face. “I want you to—“

You couldn’t speak. You almost said something wrong, something the complete opposite of what you’d been trying to say.

His eyebrows raise, beckoning for you to continue. When you don’t, his previous grin falters. He says your name quietly, concern etched into every syllable.

“Sorry, I, uhm,” you shake your head. Get a grip! You could give in, or slam the door in his face again, but you don’t. Instead, you scratch the side of your head. “Okay, clearly I don’t know what I’m trying to say. But, Fer, you don’t deserve this—me. You should be with someone who can provide for you exactly what you need.”

“But you are what I need.” He furrows his eyebrows, his head rolling to the side. “Why can’t you just give this—us.. a chance?”

You had never been so irritated and appalled by someone in your life. And you were thankful. Because his words only made you want to believe him, despite the part of you that couldn’t. The fact of the matter was, he was giving you hope, and hope is dangerous. But what is life if not decades of risks?

“One date. One real date. Then, I will think on it.” You finally give in, rolling your eyes at the way his face lit up.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make me regret this.” You point at his chest, your pointer finger digging into it. Fernando smiles, his hand wrapping around your wrist, pulling it away, but still keeping a hold on it.

Fernando beams at you, “I promise you won’t.” A short pause, “does this mean I have to leave?”

You think for a moment before taking a step back into your bedroom, dragging him with you. “I suppose not.”

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[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 - 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

(𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭)

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐲, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. (𝐨𝐫, … 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫)

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐢 … 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞.

You never forget your first love … ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Love is a double edged sword, and in her case, she'd gotten the sharpest edge -once, so in love and elated to be with him- promised a lifetime of elation and love, only to lose him in the span of months due to life and his ever growing passion of football, a promise to stay in touch had been broken five months into their mutual correspondents, folding their chapter behind them to move forward in life, not once believing that fate would bring them back, until ...

"Y/N? ... Y/N, yoohooo Y/N???"

She was in the midst of working on her latest commission when the sound of her best friend and gallery owner Elizabeth interrupted her thoughts, "Hey Liz, what's up?"

Elizabeth chuckles, "I was about to ask you the same thing!" she gestured to her. "You seemed lost in your own world up there!"

She chuckles as well, "Yeah ... yeah, I was, wasn't I?" she paused for a moment, 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟? ... she wonders, "I was just ..." she began.

"Thinking about him?" Elizabeth asks with a knowing look, "You seem to forget I was there when you two first met."

Y/N smiles sadly, recalling their first encounter -twenty years ago, she was an up and coming artist, tasked with the golden opportunity of painting a mural of the then newly crowned premier league champions, Liverpool- and through said opportunity, she met the club's golden boy, El Niño - Fernando Torres.

The pair bonded almost instantly over their love for football as well as music, and what started as a strictly platnoic friendship had resulted in a few dates here and there which eventually lead to a whirlwind romance that lasted for about seven years until his eventual departure to Italy, where the pair had agreed to become friends albeit that didn't last as they've lost touch with Fernando finding love elswhere, as she did as well.

"You know ..." Elizabeth began with a soft tone. "He was named as one of the legends set to play in the upcoming game!"

Y/N's eyes widened, "Oh?"

"Yeah ... and it gets better!" Elizabeth adds on.

"What?" she retorts with an arched brow.

"He called ... and asked about you." Elizabeth said.

Her heart leapt at the mere notion that nearly twenty years later, he still remembers her. "He- He did?" she wonders with a croaked voice.

"Uh huh ... and on top of that, he gifted us with two tickets." Elizabeth adds on.

"He ... wait a minute, you can't be serious?" she said, stunned by the revelation.

Elizabeth waves the two tickets and says, "Oh but I am ... next week, we will be seated in Anfield, cheering the love of your life ..." she states with a playful tone.

"ELIZABETH!" she groans.

Elizabeth laughs, "Don't you ELIZABETH! me, missy ... you and I both know that despite that shitty marriage you had with Manuel, your heart has been and always will be occupied by one Fernando José Torres Sanz."

"Ok, first off ... that was weird with the full name, and second ... he's probably doing this as a cordial attempt to be friendly and polite, surely he's not in love with me." Y/N waved off the notion in of it self, there was no way he was still in love with her. "Besides, isn't he still married?"

"Actually not, he is a proud single dad to a boy and girl." Elizabeth said, "Apparently he and his wifey called it quits three years ago."

Y/N shot her a deadpan look, "You stalked his social media, didn't you?"

"A little!" Elizabeth shrugs with a grin.

"Idiot!" she grumbles. "Fine ... I guess we're going to the legends game, but there is just no way, absolutely no way that he still remembers me."

Oh but he does, he does remember her.

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To say that he was elated by the offer would be an understatement, he hadn't stepped onto a pitch in over five years since his retirement, content with closing his chapter to focus on helping the younger generation of his boyhood club achieve similar heights, the propsect of playing again seemed far too foreign until the opportunity of partaking in a charity match had landed, and well ... who was he to say no? a return to the very club he remembers fondly was a given at this point, however that was only part of why he had accepted, the other part of the reason being her.

His first love, his first heartache and -the one that got away- that's not to say he didn't love Mariana, his wife as she'd given him Federico and Gabriella, his pride and joy, yet Y/N ...

The vibrant artist, the one that managed to effortlessly capture his heart without even trying, their seven year romance had been his most cherished memory, so much so that everytime she hosted a gallery, or even auctioned off an art piece to help with her local charities, he'd be the first to purchase and support albeit anonymously as he held a deep sense of regret for how they had lost touch.

Until ... the legends game.

Admittedly, he was afraid that Elizabeth -her closest friend- would not answer, hell if anything, he was afraid she'd hang up before he could even muster up a word, surprisingly she seemed receptive to the notion of attending the game, even more so, convincing Y/N to attend with her, but he had firmly believed that she would not attend the game, much less be open to speaking to him again after so long, however he was rather stunned when Elizabeth relayed the news of Y/N attending the game in a week from now.

The days felt like a lifetime, with each training session -his heart leapt with joy at the prospect of seeing her in the stands, hopefully cheering him on- so much so, that by the time the match was set in place and the team was warming up on the pitch, he couldn't help but glance around the masses of fans in hopes of catching a glimpse of her ...

Steven, his former teammate and close friend noted his antsy expression causing him to wonder, "Looking for someone?"

Fernando shakes his head, opting to deny it. "No."

"Really?" Steven retorts with an amused tone, "Cause I could've sworn that that's Y/N over there ..." he gestured to his left.

Fernando whipped his head so quick that Steven couldn't help but chuckle at him -indeed, to his left ... sat Elizabeth and Y/N at the fourth row, both of them dressed in Liverpool jerseys- Y/N was chatting to Elizabeth when all of a sudden their eyes locked and he could have sworn, he was transported back to 2007, his debut match where similar to now, she sat in the stands cheering the team on as loud as she could.

"Nando, ..." Steven chuckles, "You alright mate?"

"Yeah, yeah .." Fernando smiles.

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"Oh my god ...!" Elizabeth exclaims.

Y/N sighs, she was certain what Elizabeth was about to say as she had noticed his eyes lingering at her every now and then during his warmups, "He wasn't staring!!"

"Uh huh ..." Elizabeth smirks, "That man was so distracted that Steven had to remind him."

"Can you just stop please?" Y/N glares at her.

Elizabeth laughs, "No I won't ..." she paused before adding, "How much do you want to bet that he'll score a goal?"

"Elizabeth ...!" Y/N exclaims with a tight lipped smile, "Can we watch the match please?"

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The match was certainly a joy to watch for older fans whom have grown up with the legends playing, while the first half seemed off due to the reds conceding, it was the second half that seemed to turn things around, with a variety of talented individuals such as the likes Gregory Vignal, Djibril Cisse and Nabil El Zhar scoring goals to take the lead back from the Ajax legends, however it was the final goal that captured the attention of Anfield, including Y/N.

Fernando had swiftly managed to evade the Ajax legends defense to score an incredible fourth goal that sent the entirety of Anfield into a course of cheers, both Y/N and Elizabeth stood up and cheered with the fans as Fernando celebrated with his teammates, however what he did next had captured everyone's attention, he tilts his head towards Y/N and gives her a subtle nod.

Elizabeth noticed the gesture and said, "I told you ..." she squeals quietly, "I told you!!!" she giggles.

"Stop, he wasn't looking at me ..." Y/N retorts, albeit her blushing cheeks said otherwise.

This was their own special way of communicating, during the early stages of their relationship, whenever he scored, he'd look at her, nod and smile -not wanting to attract further attention towards her- as in her words, the notion of becoming a WAG at the time did not appeal to her, and he respected that.

After the match, Elizabeth had all but insisted that the pair wait next to her car instead of driving off which confused Y/N, "What are waiting for exactly?" she asks Elizabeth.

Elizabeth smiles softly, and gestures to her left, causing Y/N to turn to her left and there it was, Fernando was walking over to them, she turns to Elizabeth, "You sneaky bitch!"

"I got myself a ride so .... bye!" Elizabeth grins leaving the pair alone.

Y/N opened her mouth only to close it when Fernando finally stood in front of her, "Hi ..." she smiles.

"Hey!" he said breathlessly, a soft smile across his lips.

"You look ..." she trails off, with a shy smile.

"Sweaty ..." he laughs, "I know."

"I was going to say handsome but ..." she laughs.

The word falling ever so softly from her lips caused him to blush, and rub his neck gently. "Thank you." he paused for a moment before adding. "You look amazing ... very amazing actually."

"Oh please!" she giggles, waving off his compliment, "Hardly but thank you."

"You've always looked beautiful in my eyes ...." he said with a soft tone. "You looked beautiful back then, and you look even more beautiful now."

Her cheeks flush, and she looks away shyly for a brief moment before giggling, "Ok ... erm, do you ...?" she trails off, pausing as she wondered if he'd accept. "How long are you staying in Liverpool?"

Fernando pauses, for a bit before replying. "Two weeks before the pre season starts, why?"

"Maybe you'd like to get dinner sometimes, or just you know? ..." she smiles softly, "Spend time together, for old time's sake."

A soft yet shy smile appears on his lips before he replies, "Sure."

Her eyes light up, "Yeah?"

"Yeah?" he nods, "Is your number still the same?"

She nods quickly, "Uh huh ..."

"Then I'll call you ..." he smiles before gesturing to the bus, "I better head back, I'll see you later."

"Yes, ... you will." she waves, before entering her car, she took a brief moment to gather herself before grabbing her phone and texting Elizabeth.

I asked him out for dinner and he said yes.

A few minutes later, Elizabeth replies.

Ooooh get it girl!! I mean he's a walking DILF now so I wouldn't put it past you 😋😏💦

Y/N groans, then types back.

I hate you!! 🙂

Elizabeth types back,

Love you too xoxo 😘

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This wasn’t a date, just two friends catching up, was what she reminded herself as she zipped up the beautiful cherry colored dress that seemed to fit her like a glove –her hair was curled to perfection, coupled with a beautiful yet elegant makeup look that topped her appearance off rather well– for a brief moment, she stares at her reflection in the mirror, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

Gosh Y/N, you’re the one who asked him to have dinner with you and now you’re worried, she internally chastised herself, then checked her appearance before thinking, I’ll just be myself, yeah myself …

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound the doorbell, Oh my god he’s here … a wave of sheer panic washes over here as she double checks her appearance before walking over to her door to open it, and there on the other side, stood Fernando dressed in a white dress shirt coupled with washed jeans, shoes and the unmistakable scent of his cologne that she still remembers.

"Hi!" she whispers with a soft smile.

He smiles back, "Hi, um …" he gently pushes the lavender and white roses bouquet, "These are for you," he added shyly.

Her eyes widen and cheeks flush at the sight of the beautiful set of flowers, "Oh!" she exclaims, grasping the bouquet. "Thank you,"

"No need, I chose these because they mean a second chance …" he trails off with a soft tone.

"A second chance?" she repeats, mirroring his soft tone.

"Yes," he nods, "A second chance to …" he trails off, looking away shyly before looking back up. "Make things right!"

A brief wave of silence washes over them before she pipes up, "Shall we?"

"Yeah, yeah …" he nods, leading her out of the flat. "I got us a reservation at the Italian place we used to go to."

"It’s still open!" she giggles.

"Surprisingly, yes." he smiles. "It’ll be just like old times …"

"Yeah," she repeats, "Just like old times."

The drive to the restaurant was surprisingly silent for the most part with a few brief words exchanged in between, "Your art has been quite impressive!" he exclaims.

"Thank you, … it’s crazy to think that twenty years ago, I was just starting out." she remarked with a gentle smile.

"And here you are, a renowned talented artist." he smiles, "who's also beautiful ..." he added quietly unaware that she had heard him.

They arrive to the restaurant forty five minutes later, and just as she was about to open her door, Fernando all but bolts to her side of the car, opening the passenger door for her.

She giggled. "Nando, I can open my door."

"I know but humor me please, ... you always loved it when I opened the door for you." he reminds her with a soft tone.

Her lips curl up at the vivid memories of their date nights where indeed, she'd melt entirely from how gentlemanly he was towards her. "I did ..." she murmurs softly.

They walk up to the host, "We have a reservation under the name Torres!" Fernando exclaims with a polite smile.

"Ah yes ... right this way sir!"

The host leads them to a private booth, resulting in her remarking. "Nando, don't you think it's a bit too much?"

"No," he shrugs before adding. "It's fitting to the most beautiful woman I know."

"Damn you and your charming tone!" she laughs softly.

"Oh please!" he laughs as well, "You love it."

The pair sit across from one another, and a few minutes later -a waiter arrives with two menus, stating that he'd return to get their orders- he nods in thanks, before glancing back at her and stating, "What do you say? should we get our classic order."

"Fettucine Alfredo with a side of Eggplant Parmesan." she recalled their favorite dishes to order.

"With lemonade ..." he adds with a soft tone.

"Gosh!" she breaths out a soft laugh. "It's like we're back to where we were."

"Except we're older now," he replies.

The waiter comes back, they order their meals -just then, Fernando turns to her, unable to resist saying- "You know, ..." he began with a soft tone, "I regret how we lost touch back then."

Her eyes soften as she recalls how their initial promise to remain in contact following their split had dwindled due to life and other obligations, "Nando ..." she whispers.

He sighs, "When I'd see your missed calls, or messages ... I wanted to respond," he paused, choking back a sob. "I really did but ..." he looks at her, "I never had the courage to, I just figured you hated me and no longer wanted to contact me."

"Oh Fer ..." she sighs, "I ... I never hated you."

"You should have, ... I closed our chapter and just, moved on like you were never there." he murmurs with a dejected tone.

She laughs, "That's just life," she reached over and grasped his hand. "I never hated you, I was upset ... because the first and only man I ever loved, had slipped through my fingers, I don't blame you for no longer speaking to me, if anything I blame life but hey ..." she smiles, "There's an upside, you have two amazing kids who you should be very proud of."

He smiles, "I am ..."

"Good, and now look at us, two old souls reconnecting," she beams before jokingly adding, "Except I actually look old and you look just better than before."

"Stop it!" he chuckles, "You look gorgeous, I mean the blonde hair back then looked amazing now but now, the brunette hair just makes you look more angelic."

"Again, damn you and your charming tone ..." she giggles. "How is it that you aged like fine wine both inside and out?"

"I guess it's cause I never stopped loving you." he remarks.

Her eyes widen, "What?" she whispers.

"Yes, I never stopped loving you Y/N, twenty years only made my love stronger and it would actually ... make me happy if we could." he paused, looking away shyly before adding, "If we could try again?"

The prospect of diving back into a romantic relationship following her disastrous marriage was definitely tricky, that wasn't to say that she did not love Fernando, she actually never stopped loving him but the mere idea was definitely a murky one to dive into, "I ... I don't know what to say, but ... maybe we can um."

Noting her hesitation, he rushed to say. "I don't want to force you, or ask you to jump back in but ..." he gulped, "The fact of the matter is, that ... I never stopped loving you Y/N, Mariana even knew it, so much so that when we finalized the divorce, she advised me to seek you out, knowing that my happiness is with you."

Now that was a shift, usually -a wife, or an ex wife for that matter would be jealous of the notion that their partner/former partner would find love elsewhere- "She did?"

"Yeah, so I guess what I actually mean is ..." he said with a soft tone. "Let's take it slow, rediscover our friendship to go back to how things were."

"I don't know, I ... I'm scared of us not working out, especially because of the long distance, cause ..." she sighs, "My life is here in Liverpool, and your life is in Madrid."

He sighs, "I know but, I want to try ... I missed you gavilán, so much."

Her heart ached at his tone, coupled with the nickname he gave her at the early stages of their relationship. "I missed you too."

"Just think about it?" he asks her, "My number is still the same, I'll answer you through social media too, just ... I can't lose you again gavilán, please." he whispers the last part.

She remained silent for a brief moment before nodding, "Ok!" she exclaims.

His eyes light up, "Good, good!"

Following their date, he drives her back home, a wave of comfortable silence fell between the pair until he arrived to her building, and just before she left the car, she turns to him. "Nando?"

"Yeah?" he replies with a soft tone.

She leans over, pressing a gentle featherlight kiss to his lips which both stunned and had him melting like snow on the first day of spring, he placed his hand on her hip as the kiss lasted for about a minute before she pulled away, and whispered. "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" he smiled, watching her exit his car then disappear inside.

He wasn't certain how things would go in the coming days, but a part of him truly believed that she'd say yes, as ... you never forget your first love.

[footballffbarbiex]

Seeing as Fernando won not only the league but also the Copa de Campeones, may I request a lil blurb where he celebrates this massive achievement with her? 👉👈🥺 (could be fluffy going out for dinner/drinks or a smutty quicky at the training ground or maybe right before the team arrives for a celebratory BBQ? 👀)

look at how happy he looks 😭

this is good practice for the other Nando smuts I have to work through while wishing he was working his way through me.

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Fernando, you concluded, looked good in anything. Well, almost anything, you corrected yourself as you pushed the thought of him in a certain blue jersey from your mind. Red was his colour and always would be.

He'd beamed from ear to ear as he proudly watched his boys lifting the trophy, rejoicing as they not only reached the final but walked away champions. It was bittersweet in knowing that he'd be moving on from them next season but he was excited for the challenge and you knew he was more than cut out for it.

He finds you waiting patiently in his office above the training facilities, sitting on the desk as you absentmindedly browsed through some notes he'd made.

"Congratulations are in order I hear," you say feigning surprise despite being there in the stands watching the match itself. You wait as long as you can before turning to look at him, pretending to be so focused on something on the desk rather than your boyfriend, only to find an expression upon his face which said far more than his words ever could.

"I thought you'd want to wa-" You'd tried to say your piece but after only getting several words out, he was already closing the space between the two of you before forcing the words back into your mouth as his lips collided with yours. Instinctively, your legs wrap around his waist and your arms lock over his broad shoulders as he slots himself effortlessly between your thighs. Your head fills his large palm while his other hand sneaks its way to the small of your back in a bid to keep you as close as he permits.

"So impatient," You manage before he prises your lips apart and the tip of his tongue eagerly searches for yours as he attempts to deepen the kiss. The urgency of it all turns you on more than expected; Nando was usually calm, one to take his time rather than rush through something because of lust.

His cock stiffens to a delicious thickness against your clothed centre, and a small whimper is vibrated against his tongue before you could stop it.

"Here?" you ask, sucking in deep breathes as he finally breaks the kiss to pull away just enough to begin to work his bottoms, cock now bouncing free with the head of it twitching against his stomach while he attempts to uncover your lower half.

"Here. Now."

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user82 i too am also praying no more songs about max jones-verstappen's dick.

↳ user45 she has us all traumatized

isabellaperez what's the point in dropping music if i'm no longer around to terrorize jos?

↳ maejonesverstappen now whose choice was it to leave?

↳ isabellaperez THAT FACT IS IRRELEVANT!

alex_albon ma'am we are begging please stop singing about max's dick or your sex life.

user51 okay but she looks so hot? can max verstappen fight?

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 *max jones-verstappen does not condone hitting women but point me to the nearest track in your area and we'll settle this on the track like real men.

↳ user51 i'm a woman?

↳ maxjonesverstappen wasn't aware gender mattered on the track? but fine *we'll settle this on the track like real people.

danieljonesricciardo as long as it's not another nonsense or nonsense christmas we'll be fine guys. so fine.

↳ user30 this is the embodiment of the dog in a room on fire saying 'this is fine'

georgerussell63 no doubt she's getting ready to further traumatize us. twice just wasn't enough.

lewis hamilton my blood pressure has suddenly skyrocketed. anyone want to tell me why?

alex albon why do you always have to assume it's our fault? lewis hamilton it's always you people

isabella perez mae's dropping a new song.

lewis hamilton that explains so much. please tell me there's no references to max's dick.

mae jones-verstappen i can't promise that.

george russell WHEN WILL THE TORTURE END??

daniel jones-ricciardo probably when they have children to embarrass.

charles leclerc if max keeps winning everything, that'll probably be soon.

rhys jones woah! gross! child here!!

lando norris that's the circle of life baby jones! well, maybe not soon.

logan sargeant i think she enjoys torturing us with mentions of max's dick in songs.

max jones-verstappen can we stop talking about my dick please?

zoya torres TELL YOUR WIFE TO STOP WRITING SONGS ABOUT IT!

mae jones-verstappen 🤭🤭

daphne jones-ricciardo oh she is so proud of herself.

rowan todd of course she is. it's like pierre making a tripod joke.

fernando alonso sebastian i am begging you, please come back. put these animals under control.

sebastian vettel aren't you the one extending his contract to become the oldest driver in f1 histroy?

lewis hamilton hey, i'm still here!!

sebastian vettel he's older!

isabella perez i'm still going to torture jos. he's not get away from me simply because i no longer work for red bull.

rhys jones THE TORTURE JOS VERSTAPPEN CLUB HAS OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED A NEW MEETING!!

max jones-verstappen stop torturing my father!

dulce perez but you two make it so easy for them

daphne jones-ricciardo children. all of you.

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maejonesverstappen triple shot...espresso out now ☕️

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user63 how the fuck did max verstappen end up with her?

isabellaperez oh wow. ditch the husband and marry me please!

↳ maejonesverstappen we can run away, ditch the husband and the boyfriend!

↳ isabellaperez say less baby girl

↳ oscarpiastri no, please say more.

↳ maxjonesverstappen i agree say more.

user09 oh she's so hot. please marry me.

user56 good thing your daddy made you get a boating license when you were 15.

nataliaruiz woah, how did verstappen ever end up with you??

↳ maejonesverstappen his insane yapping rizz somehow woo'd me.

user79 you're so pretty. i love you.

rhysjones how did you release a summer bop but daph is releasing the world's most depressing album?

↳ maejonesverstappen it's called versatility baby brother. you play a war criminal, daphne is depressed, and i sing about things i shouldn't.

↳ isabellaperez like max's dick!

baileywinters you gorgeous, gorgeous girl.

↳ maejonesverstappen 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

user61 it will always surprise me that daphne and mae are related. it's no surprise that mae's related to rhys but witch daphne's it's a shock.

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maxjonesverstappen1 woah. marry me??

↳ maejonesverstappen maxie, we're already married.

↳ maxjonesverstappen i am one lucky man.

maxjonesverstappen1 that smile 🥰

maxjonesverstappen1 i love you

↳ user42 max jones-verstappen, certified simp for his wife.

↳ user28 he's never beating the trophy husband allegation. this is why he and daniel get along so well, they were made to be trophy husbands.

user56 good thing your daddy made you get a boating license when you were 15.

coreyfogelmanis how did that man end up with you??

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 stop bullying me!!

↳ coreyfogelmanis oh as her best friend it is my job to bully you

user10 i have never been more in love with women than i am now.

dulceperez that's one pretty girl. marry me?

↳ maejonesverstappen i would rather not be chased down by a rabid leclerc

↳ arthur_leclerc i am not rabid mae!

↳ louis_graham you chased me through the streets of monaco with a rolling pin because you thought i had a crush on dulce.

↳ arthur_leclerc that's not true!!

freya vettel me? you? beautiful blonde babies?

↳ maejonesverstappen i'm sure we could find a way

↳ maxjonesverstappen1 okay, mickschumacher come get your girlfriend before i block her.

↳ mickschumacher oh but this is so funny.

user06 SUMMER BOP RIGHT HERE!!

user17 oh mae jones-verstappen sure knows how to write a summer bop.

sebastian vettel why did you have to speak of honeybees that way?

mae jones-verstappen seb, please.

mick schumacher you might actually make him cry.

freya vettel he's definitely going to cry.

sebastian vettel i don't understand why we had to speak of honeybees that way?

rhys jones WHAT ABOUT THE NINTENDO? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN THAT FOR US TOO??

alex albon she ruined christmas now she's ruined honeybees and nintendos

mae jones-verstappen okay, now you two are being dramatic. i didn't ruin anything.

daphne jones-ricciardo how to you look sophie in the face? because it took me months to look grace in the face after i released dress.

penelope trevino it's a talent!

lando norris okay mayores, calm down

rowan todd and this is why i'm glad i never wrote a horny song about a french man.

bailey winters or me about a british man

pierre gasly wow imagine what it would be like if my girlfriend loved me.

rhys jones maybe she'd love you more if you stayed at red bull considering she's a red bull fan.

pierre gasly daniel, i swear to god, keep that kid away from me or i'll strangle him.

daniel jones-ricciardo okay, rhys, maybe we shouldn't attack the driver.

rhys jones he drives an alpine. i'll be safe.

logan sargeant lmao!

lance stroll who pissed off the pipsqueak?

arthur leclerc my guess is pierre.

pierre gasly all i said was percy jackson would get beat up by harry potter and now he's all pissy.

rhys jones BECAUSE YOU'RE LIKE YOU CROISSANT! PERCY GREW UP IN NEW YORK!! HARRY GREW UP IN FUCKING ENGLAND!

isabella perez yeah, i agree with rhys. there's no way harry beats percy.

charles leclerc but harry has a wand?

dulce perez and 9 times out of 10 he only uses expelliarmus.

logan sargeant have none of you read the percy jackson books? percy controls water, he 100% beats harry.

lewis hamilton this is just another way for you people to do the whole uk vs usa argument.

isabella perez WHAT'S A STICK GOING TO DO AGAINST A GLOCK?

fernando alonso i beg, please god give me strength to deal with these idiots

esteban ocon why are we having this argument?

rhys jones because i'm right and pierre is wrong. he just won't admit it.

mick schumacher i fear our brains need to be studied for science.

carlos sainz i think katniss beats them both.

rhys jones STOP CARLOS OR I WILL NOT HOLD BACK!!

daphne jones-ricciardo he's very passionate about this carlos. please don't make him attack you.

carlos sainz i retract my statement

rhys jones I'M RIGHT AND EVERYONE WHO DISAGREED WITH ME IS WRONG SO SHUT UP!

natalia ruiz never a dull moment with you people. never.

sebastian vettel i seriously question my life whenever someone sends a text that starts an argument in this group chat.

isabella perez YO NICO ROSBERG'S GOING TO BE IN CHINA!!

george russell BROCEDES REUNION INCOMING!!

rhys jones more like nico yapping about lewis

charles leclerc you can sit i my garage for the race weekend?

rhys jones LET'S GO!!!! A WIN IS A WIN BITCHES!!

max jones-verstappen traitor

daniel jones-ricciardo traitor

rhys jones I AM A TIFOSI FIRST AND BROTHER-IN-LAW SECOND!!

fernando alonso i don't have the strength to deal with this.

isabella perez remember to stream espresso!!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i'm not going to lie, i've been watching grey's anatomy for the first time and that's why i haven't been posting much. but today's the day guys!! i also don't know how or why this devolved into what it did towards the end.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Grand Splendid  Via Flickr: Our next stop on day 4 was a visit to BA's amazing bookstore, El Ateneo Grand Splendid. Here is 2 of 6 bookstore photos. Buenos Aires is among the cities with the highest number of bookstores per person in the world, with more than 700 brick-and-mortar establishments. This historic, palatial theater is now one of the world’s finest bookstores. In 2019, it was named the "world's most beautiful bookstore" by National Geographic. Situated on Santa Fe Avenue in Recoleta, the building was designed by architects Peró and Torres Armengol for impresario Max Glücksmann (1875-1946), and opened as a theatre called Teatro Gran Splendid in May 1919. In 1929, the theater underwent its first transformation to become a cinema, with the distinction of being the first in Buenos Aires to show sound film. February 2000 the ornate former theatre was leased by Grupo Ilhsa, renovated and converted into a book and music shop. Chairs are provided throughout the building, including the still-intact theatre loges, where customers can dip into books before purchase. There is a café in what was once the stage. The ceiling, the ornate carvings, the crimson stage curtains, the auditorium lighting and many architectural details remain. Despite the changes, the building still retains the feeling of the grand theatre it once was. With each incarnation since its inception in 1919—first as a performing arts theatre, then as a cinema, and now a bookstore—The Grand Splendid has proven itself befitting of its majestic title. Architect Fernando Manzone oversaw the building’s most recent conversion into the El Ateneo bookstore and music shop. . Permission to use Photo: . 21 December, 2021. . Hello Ted, I’m working on an article for a magazine and I wanted to inquire about using some of your photos of El Ateneo Grand Splendid I found on Flickr. The magazine is an arts journal and is a non-profit organization. All credit for the photos will be given to you. I’d like to use the close up of the balcony, the overall shot of the bookstore that is focused on the stage-turned-café, and the shot of the bookstore’s different levels that looks to be taken from the second level. Please let me know what you think as soon as possible. Thank you, Madison Arsenault House of Cadmus

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Morocco Advanced to Its First Quarterfinal; Portugal Served Switzerland A Breadstick

Morocco celebrates as it advanced to the World Cup quarterfinals for the first time (📸 Reuters)

Two contrasting matches closed the knock-out stage and the first two and a half weeks of football. Against all odds, Morocco advanced to their first World Cup quarterfinal, defeating Spain in an intense penalty shootout duel 3-0 (with a preceding 0-0 draw in regular time). On the other hand, Portugal partied hard, serving Switzerland the breadstick (6-1) (in tennis set terms, it is a breadstick) to secure itself a place in the quarterfinals against Morocco.

Morocco v. Spain

The last day of the knock-out stage started with the match-up between Morocco and Spain. On paper, it looked tough for Morocco to pass Spain, as Spain had a positive head-to-head record. However, Morocco's aggressive counter-attacking style proved to overwhelm Spain during both the regular and the extra times of the match, prompting the match outcome to be decided by a penalty shootout.

The pace was slower in the first half compared to the second. One notable chance from Spain came from Gavi, where the ball hit the bar instead, and Marco Asensio, who passed the ball to Dani Olmo on the left, which the ball went too wide afterward. That happened despite Morocco starting early with an on-target chance from Achraf Hakimi after a free kick, which was saved by Unai Simon. The first half of the regular time ended up goalless.

However, there was a noticeably increased intensity starting at the end of the second half of the regular time onwards to the extra times, only for neither side successfully score a goal. However, Spain scored their first chance on target when Asensio's free-kick was received by Dani Olmo from the left, which was saved by Yassine Bounou. The entrance of Nico Williams (replacing Ferran Torres) also proved the Spanish ability to raise their level, lacking penetration and direction while Morocco, albeit not having a shot in the second half, defended well with their tackles and interceptions.

The intensity increased in the two halves of the extra time, with several other notable chances from Alvaro Morata, for example, where not only was he not able to pass the ball to the nearby player (since there were no Spanish players who stood by) but also he executed the ball too far near the last minutes of the match around two times. Conversely, Morocco played more to the back throughout this extra time, which was lacking in regular time. One of their notable chances in the extra time came from Walid Cheddira, who fired the ball right to the penalty box, which was saved by Unai Simon. When the final whistle blew by the end of the extra time, it indeed boiled down to the penalty shootout.

The Spanish team during the penalty shootout (📸 Shutterstock via Daily Mirror)

The proceedings of the penalty shootout (📸 self-illustrated)

Bounou became the hero of the penalty shootout, adding his name to the goalkeepers that were able to save 3 penalties in the same match during the penalty shootout, right after Dominik Livakovic from Croatia (against Japan). He saved three Spanish penalties, which were taken by (in turns) Pablo Sarabia, Carlos Soler, and Sergio Busquets; while Morocco's Abdelhamid Sabiri, Hakim Ziyech, and Achraf Hakimi scored for Morocco's victory and their first World Cup quarterfinal. As hard as the Spanish side practiced their preparation, the accuracy was something else (including the goalkeeper).

In fact, they became the fourth African country (and the first from the North) to advance to the quarterfinals, besides Cameroon (1990), Senegal (2002), and Ghana (2010). They will face the winner of Portugal v. Switzerland, where summaries could be found below.

Portugal v. Switzerland

Gonçalo Ramos celebrated one of his goals against Switzerland (📸 Getty Images via Sporting News)

The last Round of 16 match saw Portugal take Switzerland, where Cristiano Ronaldo started from the bench for the first time. This decision was made by Fernando Santos for tactical reasons, added to how he also started Diego Dalot and Raphael Guerreiro, for example, likely knowing the Swiss' offensive capability from their previous matches. While initially looked questionable, this decision proved its worth from the way Portugal started this game, and they never looked back since.

Portugal started quickly with a possible early chance, despite Switzerland trying their best to defend. Freuler initially had his chance in 10' after going solo, but it went too wide. Portugal's Gonçalo Ramos started the goal party by responding to the throw brought to Joao Felix, who caught Yann Sommer off-guard with the way he picked his angle at 17'. He then managed to score two more goals, which were scored at 50' (in response to Dalot's corner) and a smooth chip after receiving the ball from Raphael Guerreiro on the right, who breached the Swiss defense at 54'.

The other 3 Portuguese goals came in this order: Pepe's accurate header at 33' (no one indeed saw that coming), which made him the second oldest goal scorer in the World Cup right after Roger Milla; Raphael Guerreiro at 55', where he scored right from G. Ramos' assistance; and Rafael Leao, where he scored right to the penalty box during the injury time (90+2') and once again caught Sommer off-guard. Unfortunately, an earlier goal from Cristiano Ronaldo was ruled offside from the way he entered right before the goal.

Switzerland had its chances, for example when Xherdan Shaqiri attacked close to the pitch but to no avail in the first half, but to no avail. They got back in the game for a while with Manuel Akanji's goal at 57', where he scored right after the corner. Although they slightly controlled the ball possession, they fell a long way to the Portuguese's freer offensive capabilities, where its precision enabled them to serve Switzerland a breadstick by the end of this match, which looked almost one-sided toward the end of the match.

General Knock-Out Stage Situation

The current bracket of the knock-out stage (📸 Eurosport)

Three confederations are represented in the quarterfinals that will start this Friday, which are UEFA (England, France, Netherlands, Croatia, and Portugal) for Europe, CONMEBOL (Argentina and Brazil) for South America, and CAF (Morocco) for Africa. On paper, one of the toughest-looking matches is the Total Football Battle between Netherlands v. Argentina and England v. France, where the defense-to-offense play will be tested.

However, equally intense with those two matches, came Brazil v. Croatia, a revenge-looking match considering their past match-ups. This is where peak Brazil looked favored to win, although Croatia might find themselves fighting to the end once again like in 2018. Another interesting match-up came in Morocco v. Portugal, with the former looking forward to advancing to its first World Cup semifinal, carrying the weight of the region and the continent. This stand-off will be slightly previewed below.

Morocco v. Portugal

Morocco v. Portugal broadcast illustration (📸 SBS On Demand)

While both sides proved to be more offensive during their matches, despite the different outcomes, Portugal would face an interesting question on their choice to start or not to start Cristiano Ronaldo. For tactical reasons, this question could prove evenly similar to yesterday's match: the Moroccan offensive capabilities (especially knowing their keys such as Hakim Ziyech, Sofyan Amrabat, and Sofiane Boufal, Achraf Hakimi, among others). Besides, Morocco has yet to concede a goal (apart from Nafuel Aguerd's own goal), making their defensive capabilities also to be tested.

Record-wise, besides the loss against South Korea in the third match of the group stage, they had been solid by defeating Ghana and Uruguay. Morocco, apart from not conceding a goal, had a slightly more confident record by defeating Belgium and Canada and tying Croatia in a goalless draw, even drawing Spain at 0-0 before winning the match in the penalty shootout. Considering both's capabilities, and outside of their defending capabilities, it all might really boil down to how these teams convert their chances (and possible chances), and take the advantage of the others' loopholes.

If this is not done in regular time, there could also be a possible drama, knowing Morocco. It is definitely worth seeing what is going to happen next.

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Weekend getaway

Player: Fernando Torres Words: 2104 Requested: No, but dedicated to @penguintransporter for sending me Nando filth. Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex A/N: you tell me. This just... happened. A "whoops my hand slipped" if you will.

A big thank you and 😘 for @theflyingfeeling for being my beta and cheerleader

Autumn masterlist

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They had been like ships in the night for the last couple of months. Between work, practice, and their children’s after school programmes, they had hardly seen each other, let alone spent time with just the two of them. Which is why Fernando came up with a plan to surprise his wife with a weekend getaway to a cabin in the woods just outside of Madrid. He had arranged for their three children to spend the weekend with his parents so they could leave as soon as she was done with work. 

“Nando? Wh-what are you doing here?” She looked up from her computer screen, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Hey sweetheart. Here,” Fernando replied, his eyes soft and a gentle smile on his face. He handed her one of the Starbucks cups he was holding. She accepted it, taking a careful sip and smiling when she could taste the cinnamon syrup added to her flat white. 

“Thank you.” She leant back in her chair, sighing as the muscles in her shoulders and neck relaxed. “Did you stop by just to give me coffee?” she asked.

Fernando chuckled. “No, I actually came to pick you up.” 

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. He hadn’t done that since before they got married, long before they had children. Her chest tightened with concern, every bad case scenario racing through her head. 

“Pick me up? Why? Is something wrong? Are the kids okay?” 

“That’ll have to stay a secret for now. Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to surprise my wife,” Fernando explained, seeing her visibly relax, “I hope you don’t mind, but I packed your bag. We’re only going for a few days. Ready?” He held out his hand. She took another sip and shut down her computer. 

“Am now. Where are we going?” Fernando just gave her a secretive smile as an answer. “Right. Secret. Alright, I’ll get my coat.”

She looked out of the French doors that lead onto the deck of the cabin, hands wrapped around a mug of tea. He had outdone himself, really. The cabin Fernando had booked gave them the privacy they needed while at the same time not being too far from home. They had both put their phones on ‘do not disturb’ with the exception of his parents and planned to spend the weekend focussing on each other. She leant against the open door frame, just watching her husband as she took small sips of her tea. Fernando was busy chopping some wood for the fire pit. He had pushed the sleeves of his henley up, showcasing his tattoos. The mossy green colour suited him and he looked right at home in the woods surrounding the cabin. She could see the muscles on his back and shoulders move underneath the fabric every time he lifted the axe. Even after being married for nearly 13 years, he was as attractive to her as he had been when they first met. Fernando straightened up, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the bottom of his shirt. “Enjoying the view?” he called, turning his head to look at her.

“Very much so. You aren’t bad to look at either,” she replied with a grin. Fernando laughed and carried some of the logs to the deck so he could take them inside later for the small woodburner in the living room of the cabin. Standing in front of her, he stole the mug from her hands before taking a drink of the tea. He had always towered over her, but ever since he started his own gym after retiring from football, Fernando had truly filled out. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t doing things to her. 

“You’re staring sweetheart,” Fernando murmured, breaking her train of thought as he gave the mug back. She could feel her cheeks heat up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to. It’s just been so long since I got to ogle at my husband without a child needing me for something.” 

“I know. This weekend is all about us and you can stare as long as you want. I love knowing I still have that effect on you even after all these years,” Fernando said. He smiled lovingly at her, the laughter lines around his lips mirrored in the way his eyes crinkled. It set off butterflies in her stomach. She reached up on her tiptoes, kissing him softly. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer while the other hand came to rest on her cheek. He tilted her face, changing the angle as he deepened the kiss. A low moan escaped her throat as Fernando licked against the seam of her lips, seeking entrance and she dropped the mug to the floor, the faint clank of the enamel on the deck barely registering. She could taste the tea on his tongue, his scent enveloping her –a mixture of the woods, sweat and the lingering scent of his aftershave. Her fingers grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt, trying to tether herself to him. A slow heat started to curl in the pit of her stomach, spreading lower. Fernando moved his arms to her hips, lifting her up without breaking the kiss.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist and let him carry her into the cabin. Fernando moved his lips to her jaw, down to her neck.

“I need you… I’d take you to bed, but I need you,” Fernando whispered, sucking on the skin behind her ear. He lowered himself onto the rug, laying her down gently. He reached above his head, behind him, and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion. Her heart hammered in her chest as she took in his naked torso, a throbbing between her legs as she admired how his muscles moved under his skin. He’d always been beautiful, but there was something about the juxtaposition of his gentle nature and intimidating form that had her aching for him. 

Fernando took the hem of her loose knit jumper in his hands, pulling it up. She raised her arms, allowing him to pull it over her head. Fernando let out a low groan at the sight of her lacy bra, tracing the scalloped edge with a finger. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall away. His eyes darkened as he cupped her breast, rolling his thumb over the nipple. She clenched her thighs shut, rubbing them together in an attempt to release the ache she felt. 

“Nando,” she moaned, arching her back. Fernando didn’t answer, instead he moved his hands to undo the button of her trousers before pulling them down her legs. A tiny voice in her lust-clouded brain was thankful she had decided to take off her shoes the moment they had entered the cabin. She reached up, popping the button of his jeans open and pulling the zipper down. Fernando took her wrists, pulling her away from his groin and pinning them down by her side. 

“This about you, sweetheart,” he murmured, as he settled between her legs. He pressed feather light kisses to her thighs, moving up higher. She gasped when he brushed a knuckle over her through her panties. 

“Please…” she whispered. She could feel him smile against her skin as he pulled her underwear to one side. Fernando ran his tongue over her folds, moaning against her when he tasted her arousal. 

“Fuck, Nando.. Please…” She ran her free hand over his shoulder, up and into his hair, tugging slightly. This elicited another moan out of him as he dipped his tongue into her. She gasped, throwing her head back and tilting her hips to grant him better access. Fernando hummed his approval, tongue slowly fucking her. He replaced his tongue with two of his fingers and licked over her clit.

“Fuck!” Her hips bucked against him. The fire that had started in the pit of her stomach was slowly spreading through her body. Her breathing came out in gasps and her eyes were squeezed shut as the pleasure washed over her.

“Yes.. Yes, fuck, Fer-.. Right there.. Yes…” 

Fernando curled his fingers inside of her and sucked on her clit. It had been so long since they’d been intimate like this. The stretch of his fingers and the slow assault of his tongue on her clit were enough to send her over the edge. 

She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, chest rising and falling fast, as he sat up. Fernando pushed his jeans and underwear down far enough to free his cock. She moaned at the sight of him, pussy throbbing in anticipation. Fernando moved over her, lifting her leg over his shoulder. He ran his cock through her folds, coating himself in her arousal before slowly entering her, making them both moan.

“Fuck.. Sweetheart, you feel so good around me..” Fernando groaned, pressing kisses to her neck and collarbones. 

“Need you to move Fer..” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. Fernando kissed the skin between shoulder and collarbone as he set a languid pace. She let her head fall back, giving him access to her throat, and moaned at the feeling of him filling her completely.

“Please…” Fernando pleaded, forehead resting against her temple. She answered him by nodding, giving him permission to speed up. She knew neither of them had the patience right now for long and slow. They were both aching for release. 

Fernando picked up the pace, slamming his hips into her. He wrapped her other leg around his hip, changing the angle even more which allowed him to enter even deeper. That familiar feeling started building again. She was dancing on the edge, that coil in the pit of her stomach tightening. She slid a hand down to where their bodies met and started rubbing her clit. 

“That’s it sweetheart… Feels so good…” Fernando moaned against her skin. 

“I’m gonna-..” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as her second orgasm wrecked through her. She clenched around him as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her, pulling Fernando under with her as he spilled deep inside her, moaning her name. Fernando collapsed on top of her, staying inside of her. She absentmindedly ran her fingers through his hair as she came down from her high. The weight of his body was comforting and grounding. 

“I don’t think this has happened since I was a teenager…” he chuckled as he lifted his head to look at her.

“All’s forgiven,” she said with a laugh, resting a hand against his cheek. Fernando smiled and rolled off of her, tucking himself back into his jeans. She reached for his discarded shirt, pulling it on before fixing her underwear. Fernando helped her up off the floor.

“Love seeing you in my shirts,” he said as he pulled her against his bare chest.

“Oh, I remember. Vividly. Especially if said shirt had your name on the back. Remember the Real Madrid game? Round of 16 I believe. I’m still not convinced no one walked in on us.” 

Fernando laughed and nodded. “We beat them 4-0, I remember it well. Don’t think anyone saw us, they did hear us though. The lads wouldn’t stop teasing me about it for a week. Daniel was the worst,” he said, his laugh still evident in his voice as his eyes twinkled. She chuckled and rested her head against his shoulder. 

They were quiet for a moment, just cuddling in the middle of the living room, the only sound the rustling of the wind through the leaves. A shiver ran through her as the wind swept into the cabin through the still open doors, the skin of her legs breaking out in goosebumps.

“Let’s get cleaned up, hm?” 

She nodded and let him guide her into the bathroom. 

“Let’s promise to make time for each other when we get back home. It shouldn’t have to take a weekend every six years to do so,” she said as she turned the shower on. Fernando hummed in agreement as he pulled his shirt off her, shedding his own clothes. Her panties quickly joined the pile before he moved them both under the spray of the shower. 

“I’m sure either of our parents would happily take them for an evening so we can go out,” he said, lifting her up again and leaning her against the wall. She gasped as she felt him already hard against her core.

“T-that would be-.. be great.. Fer-..” Her eyes fell closed as he entered her again, teeth scraping over the sensitive skin behind her ear. 

“Gotta make up for lost time sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin. 

[sheswanderlust-txt]

Football RPF fics masterlist

List, AO3 links and status of my fics in the football fandom.

Paint my spirit gold, Steven Gerrard/Fernando Torres, long fic, work in progress

Burning red, Sergio Ramos/Fernando Torres, one-shot

[tommydoesntpayforsuits]

Robert Lewandowski

Lionel Messi

Cristiano Ronaldo

Xavi

Harry Kane

Sergio Ramos

Frank Lampard

Iker Casillas

Xabi Alonso

Fernando Torres

David Beckham

Ben Chilwall

Luke Shaw

Mason Mount

Jack Grealish

I only really know Spanish and English football, and Lewandowski because one of my friends is Polish and adores him 😅

*rips shirt, reveals Real Madrid shirt underneath* MY TIME HAS COME!

Other teams exist, too, I guess.

5. Not my type at ALL. I've never seen Poland play, are they good?

2. He kinda looks like an off brand Alfie when he's got that beard. I'd drink a bit so as he'd look more like Alfie.

3. He's handsome. He's not really my type, but I'll fuck him

4. ADORABLE, but not my type.

6. Great player, but not my type HELL NOO

4. I think he's a looker, but the man never has a flattering hairstyle.

8. He looks like my French teacher. Not into him at all. He kinda looks like Sebastian Roche.

1. For nerves. FANTASTIC bone structure.

2. Cutie.

3. He's ok.

2. He's handsome.

Stone-cold sober.

6. Not my type.

4. Sorry to the Mount stans, but also not my type. He's very cute, but in like a buddy/brother sort of way. Not that I would sleep with my brother for 4 shots. That's not what I meant. Literally nothing I say will make what I said better, so let's move on.

12, with a few chasers. He grosses me out, don't come at me.

[chelseafav]

Don't you know who she is? This is Marina Granovskaia, she is Chelsea's director, the person who basically runs Chelsea with Roman Abramovich being away, and one of the most powerful women in football. It's her who we should thank for transfers like N'Golo Kante, Fernando Torres, Diego Costa, Hakim Zieych and all new members of the squad we signed in 2020. It's her who got us Nike £60m-a-year shirt sponsorship deal with Chelsea till 2032. "She is basically the power at Chelsea," a source quoted by the Evening Standard said of her. "Roman trusts her implicitly. She's not interested in being a celebrity but there is no doubt who's in charge and who calls the shots"

An executive at a rival club says:

“I’ve been involved in three or four deals with Marina and she’s always been good to her word. Every time I dealt with her, it was very straight forward, very business-like, very professional and she never went back on her word. I can’t say that about everybody else in this business.”

[penguintransporter]

When in Porto (Iker Casillas one-shot)

Hello everyone! It has been a while, and I feel like I owe an apology to everyone who waited for my anxious, antsy and awful ass to post something, whether requested or not. I was thinking on posting maybe something lengthy, regarding to why I disappeared and all that, but who really cares, no? Anyway, this is an Iker Casillas one-shot, inspired by watching a documentary on his career recently. I used to have a massive crush on him, back when I was younger, until Fernando Torres came along. Anyway, hope you enjoy it, tell me if you like it because support is what motivates me. P.S this is set in 2016 :)

****

A soft murmur of the language that was unknown yet similar to his own gently mixed with  muted jazz music and the sound of cutlery meeting plates. The sound vibrated throughout the fairly small, but with the sun bathed restaurant. It was close, yet hidden away from the Ribeira, and if he leaned slightly, he could see the gentle blue of Douro River through the chipped and scratched windows. The indoors were painted in various shades of petroleum blue, matching with the recognisable blue tiles on the floor, and chairs similar to Carl Hansen’s.

Not that Iker knew a lot about Carl Hansen’s chairs in the first place, but his ex used to buy Elle decor, and he had a habit of leafing through the magazine while he ate his breakfast before his morning training.

“Isso é tão bom,” his teammate Sérgio muttered - mouth full with bacalhau, and head shaking in delight. Sergio took another bite before he even finished the previous one. 

Iker couldn’t blame him - his own plate was almost empty despite the fact that the food had arrived barely fifteen minutes ago.

“Spanish please,” Hernâni grinned, leaning back in his Carl Hansen’s chair look alike as he took a sip of his water from a tall glass, “goalie cannot understand you.”

Iker stifled a laugh. “I can,” he responded - his chuckle turning into a soft smile, “but I’ll stick to speaking in Castilian. You’ve heard my Portuguese and it is not something to be proud of.” 

His teammates laughed, remembering the night from a few weeks ago when Iker decided to hold a speech in Portuguese at a charity event at his new club but ended up making a fool out of himself.

They settled in a comfortable silence and he looked down at his plate and the last piece of fish, resting in a small pool of creamy sauce. 

Hernâni straightened his back - his movement breaking train of Iker’s thoughts. 

“Shall we give our thanks to the chef?” he asked, nodding to himself and almost immediately raising his arm in the air in order to call over someone - not waiting for Iker nor Sergio to respond. “This used to be something else, no?” he added absentmindedly, trying to catch the attention of a tall and lanky kid who was clearing the tables. 

“A wine bar,” Sérgio replied quickly. “I went there once or twice with my girl.”

“Was that before or after the season?” Hernâni mocked, finally making eye contact with the kid who, upon realising at whom he was looking, widened his eyes and nervously twisted the kitchen towel in his hands before hurriedly walking towards their table in the corner of the room. 

Ten minutes later - their empty plates piled on top of another, they fell into comfortable silence. Almost everyone who was there for lunch had left and the soft chatter and cutlery sound got replaced by the murmur of young waitresses behind the bar, until the swinging doors of the kitchen opened and a figure stepped out. 

Iker was the first to meet her eye, and in the same moment as he felt Hernâni nudge his leg under the table, he also felt his heart skip a tiniest beat.

As a professional footballer, Iker had travelled a lot and had seen many beautiful women around the world. He had dated some of them, shared his life with only a few and once he left Spain he swore that he needed some time for himself, still feeling a certain vulnerability surrounding him. Yet, when she walked out and made her way towards them, Iker felt a shiver run down his spine like a trickle of sweat at the nape of his neck just before the penalty. 

She wasn’t a type that would most likely be a cover of the magazine, but he was far from someone who judged someone’s attractiveness based on that fact. Maybe it was her composed face and a slight worry hidden in her eyebrows or maybe it was her hair that was cut short - both for practicality and proof of courage, he assumed. Or maybe it was the fact that despite her lack of height, she still carried an aura of authority. 

As she stepped in front of them, she brushed her hands against her black apron. “Antonio told me you wanted to speak to me?” she spoke, seemingly confident, and Iker, as if jabbed with the finger in his side, twitched. He could recognise the accent and the melody of her Portuguese. “I hope everything is…” she stopped, glancing at their empty plates, “...or was fine with your food?”

Her Portuguese was better than his own, that was for sure.

“No, no, no,” Hernâni reassured hurriedly as Sérgio nodded in agreement. “We wanted to meet the person who is responsible for the best fish I had in awhile.” 

“Bread was lovely too,” Sergio quickly added. “Obviously not like mother’s food, but nevertheless amazing.”

“Thank you,” she responded - the Spanish melody coming out of her yet again. “And I agree, nothing beats mom’s food.”

Iker was quiet, observing; the curve of her nose, a small birthmark under her left cheek and the way corners of her mouth were slowly moving upwards as nodded at whatever Sergio told her. With each second, she seemed to be more relaxed - the autocratic demeanor she carried out of the warm and chaos-packed kitchen disappearing almost completely. 

And he liked it.

As if she noticed him looking at her, she looked back - a pleasant smile on her face. “And you? You didn’t like your food?” she asked in a Castilian Spanish and Iker smiled at her. She knew who they were; who he was.

“Of course,” he nodded, “cannot compare with Elkano, but close enough.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she responded, “even if I think I am miles away from being as good as Elkano.” Her eyes fell to her shoes before looking up again at his teammates.

“We are definitely going to recommend your place to everyone,” Sergio offered and Iker could notice a slight redness appear in her cheeks.

“Actually,” she blushed even more as she spoke, “I have a bunch of boys and girls doing their culinary training program in the kitchen right now. It would be enough if you could join me there and maybe talked to them for a bit,” she paused, looking back at the kitchen. “I know they are fans, and I’ll make sure you get some desert for free afterwards.”

**

Once all the pictures were taken and clatter of pots and pans, and calling for orders was replaced with laughter and excitement of talking to known athletes, Enea retreated to her working station to finish what she had started when Antonio came into the kitchen - flustered and stuttering, talking something about famous “footballers and the best goalie to grace this world” wanting to talk to her. 

And not any footballers, and definitely not any goalkeeper.

Before he even approached her, Enea anticipated it. Subconsciously or not, she couldn’t say it.

Who wouldn’t?

It was one thing to see him on the screen, dressed in his kit, but having him just a few steps away - it blew her away. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was? Yes, he was handsome, even more so than on the pitch, but Enea was more drawn to his quietness, the way he observed and listened to her every word and the simplicity of his voice. 

“So, how come a Spaniard ended up in Portugal?” he asked as soon as he approached. 

Enea, surprised by the smoothness of his question, refused to look up at him. Instead, she picked up some fruit from the woven basket in front of her. 

“I could ask you the same,” she smiled a little. Although she wasn’t shy by any means, having Iker towering in front of her working stations, made her throat tighten. “I am Enea,” she added quickly.

“Basque?” 

“My father was,” Enea paused, knowing what she was about to say, “my mother is from Móstoles, so is my grandfather. It is very close to Madrid.” She glanced up at him, watching him process her answer. After all, they were from the same pueblo.

Iker’s eyes went wide and his lips formed with surprise. “Have you ever lived there? Have we met before? I am from Móstoles as well.”

Enea found his rambling attractive, more so than his calm demeanor, but she quickly shook her head. “No. We moved to Estella when I was only one year old. Went back as a teenager, but I believe you were already in Madrid.”

“I see,” he replied, taking a step closer, leaning lightly on his elbows and getting comfortable and eye-level with her. Enea had a hard time not to stare at him, but yet again - who could blame her? “Football fan?”

Enea tried to hide her blush as Iker raised one of his eyebrows.

“Well, it is not like you played in the third division,” she quickly responded, meeting his eyes for a brief second before focusing again on the fruit. She grabbed a few oranges and picked up a cantaloupe, aware that her hands were getting sweaty and that Iker was still looking at her with an amused smile on his face. Suddenly, the back door opened, scaring Enea and making her drop the large fruit. She squinted, waiting for cantaloupe to hit the floor but Iker’s reflexes were faster, and before she could blink, he already had it in his large hand. 

“Here,” he murmured, unphased as Enea blinked. 

“Yep, definitely didn’t play in the third division,” she breathed out as she took the fruit, and as cliche as it was, felt something as their fingertips touched. 

Their eyes met yet again and she would probably have stared at him for a long time if it wasn’t for one of his teammates calling out for him. 

“Enea,” he started, straightening his back, “I am rarely this straightforward… call me traditional for all I care, but I would like to see you again. Outside your work.” Enea was quiet, clutching at the cantaloupe, afraid that she would drop it again. “We are playing Benfica this weekend, and I could put you on the list, if you’d like?”

“No,” Enea replied, slapping herself mentally when she realised how it came out. Iker’s whole face changed and she widened her eyes. “I mean, no for the list, but yes for a drink afterwards. Kids,” she pointed at her eyes towards her trainees, “bought me a seasonal ticket for the club.”

Iker laughed, rubbing at his chin in embarrassment. “Then, a drink after the match?”

“Yes, I’d like to,” Enea replied softly - finally putting the cantaloupe on the working station. “I anyway owe you a desert, no?”

Iker grinned, running a hand through his hair before replying. “I will be looking forward to that.”

Enea blushed, but he already turned around, walking away, not catching the red color spreading across her cheeks.

[planetpedri]

more fernando torres pls I beg, I'll take anything angst, fluff, it doesn't matter😞🙏

All I need — Fernando Torres.

Pairing: Fernando Torres x Fem!Reader

Summary: House hunting with your fiancée had somehow turned into him making fun of your height difference.

Word count: 460+

Disclaimer/s: Fluff , reader has curly hair , & teasing.

A/N: this is for @ar4ujos specifically, ily bae ^_^

The beachside house was, in simple terms, beautiful. As you walked around, Fernando trailing close behind you, your mouth had parted, a small gasp leaving it when you reached the kitchen.

“Fer, this is..” You couldn’t find the words to explain your awe. Standing on your tip toes, “what’s this?” You ask, reaching for the handle of a cabinet above the fridge. Your hand barely grazes the silver handle before you drop back to your feet, letting out a disappointed ‘humph.’

Fernando, leaning against the island counter, watches you with an amused smirk. “Do you need help?”

Spinning on your heels, you scowl up at the dirty blonde. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

Pushing off the counter, Fernando strides toward you, opening the cabinet easily. With your back against the cold fridge door, you roll your eyes. “It sucks being short, hm?” He teases, stepping back so you could turn and see inside the cabinet.

“I’m literally five foot six. I’m pretty sure thats average.” You counter, examining the wide space above the fridge. “We could put our fancy dishes up here? Or it’s just extra space, we’ll probably need that.”

“Average height, but still shorter than me.” Fernando wraps his arm around your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

Rolling your eyes dramatically, your arms slink around his waist. “I am most certainly, not short. You just happen to be a little taller than the average human.”

“That human, being you—right?” He quips, his hands coming up to ruffle your hair, messing your perfect curls up. He loved your curls, they were the first thing that had caught his eye when he saw you for the first time.

You swat his hand away with an annoyed look. “Mister Torres, your fiancée—me, is not short. In fact, she is a perfect height, and you’re just weirdly tall.” Your lip curls into a grin, “right?” You copy his last words, adding to the banter.

Fernando chuckles, shaking his dead at your defiant tone. “Still short though.” His right hand comes up to bop your nose with his index finger, causing your face to contort.

“Never do that again.” You step back and away from him, “now! How about we look upstairs?” You don’t wait for an answer, turning and rounding the counter towards the stairs.

“Lead the way, pee-wee.” The mocking nickname has a gasp leaving your mouth. Spinning on your heels with wide eyes. Fernando’s hands fly up in a defensive position, his face forming a toothy-smile as he laughs.

“You’re such an ass!” You giggle, grabbing at his hand. “Can you just be quiet and figure out if you like the damn house too?”

Fernando feigns hurt, but drops the act when you give him a look. “Fine! Fine. Upstairs?” Intertwining his hands with yours, he leads you to the staircase.

likes , comments , and reblog’s are all appreciated. lmk if you’d like to be tagged in any of my posts.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @ar4ujos @sakashq @hrts4havertz @joaoflms @spidybaby !

[findingnemosworld]

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 - 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐦𝐞 ( 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ( 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐟 𝐮𝐩.

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕

The pub was semi crowded with several people coming in to unwind after a long stressful day, amongst those people were twenty two year old Ainsley Kingston and twenty three year old Clara Santori, the two culinary arts students who had decided to step out in order to celebrate their most recent success as well celebrate Clara finally leaving her boyfriend of two years, Jadon Collins.

Ainsley was able to find an empty space, ordering two pints. " I'm so glad you woke up and left that bonehead! " she states.

Clara giggles, " Freedom does taste good! "

To say it has been difficult would be an understatement - she'd met and quickly fell in love with Jadon, an indie musician completely by chance - much to the dismay of Ainsley who advised her to let him go as the blonde was aware that he in fact, wasn't as good as he made himself out to be.

" Now, you can focus on achieving higher grades and think of the future you'll have as a top chef! " Ainsley said before giggling " Our restaurants or bakeries might end up competing, but all in good fun "

The pints were placed in front of them and Clara sighed, " I am not going to let any man distract me, no matter how talented and handsome he might be "

Ainsley lifts the pint up, " To new beginnings, better grades and most of all, no men "

Clara beams, gently clinking her glass with hers. " Cheers! "

They spend the rest of their time chatting over future holiday plans when Ainsley suddenly stopped talking, her eyes widening as though she'd seen a ghost, " Oh my lord! "

Clara frowns, " What? "

" Four Liverpool football players just walked in " Ainsley whispers.

Clara raised a brow, " I didn't know you liked football! " she exclaims.

Ainsley rolled her eyes, " My father does, I only watch it cause the players are cute " she laughs, " but seriously, look " she discreetly gestures to the booth.

Clara subtly turns around to check, the smile on her face falls and her eyes widen. " Fuck! " she blurts out.

" I know right, they're all hot! " Ainsley murmurs.

" No " Clara shakes her head before adding," Fuck as in one of them is my former high school boyfriend who dumped me for his football career "

Ainsley raised a brow, " Wait which one? "

Clara takes a big gulp of her drink before muttering, " The one with the blonde hair, who has a hair tie? he's sitting next to the ginger haired player "

Ainsley takes another look, " Wait ... is that? "

" Fernando Torres, yes? last time I checked, he was playing for Atlético Madrid " Clara groans. " I had no idea he's playing for Liverpool now "

" You should go talk to him " Ainsley shrugs before taking a gulp of her drink.

" And what do you expect me to say? 'Oh hi! remember me, the teenage girl that you said would hold you back' " Clara mimicked a cheerful tone before rolling her eyes, " There is no way I'm going there so let's finish our drinks and leave "

Ainsley shakes her head, " Whatever you say? "

She finished the last bit of her drink right after Ainsley and as they tried to slip out undetected, she stops upon hearing the all too familiar voice calling out her name. " Lara! "

Clara winces, silently cursing herself as Ainsley struggled to hide her smile; the brunette turns around to face her former lover from way back when, " Nando! Hola " she said a bit too cheerfully.

" Hola " Fernando smiles, " I thought I was dreaming when I saw you earlier, I mean ... wow, you look "

" Different, yes I am fully aware of that " Clara chuckles, " I can safely say the same to you, I mean last time I heard you were still in Atletico playing "

" Yes, but when the offer from Liverpool came, it was very difficult not to accept it! " Fernando shrugs, before turning to Ainsley. " It's nice to meet you, I'm Fernando "

" So I've heard " Ainsley smiles, " Ainsley " she turns to Clara, " I'll wait in the car ok "

Clara nods swiftly before turning to Fernando, " It was great seeing you but I have to go now " she gestures to the door.

Fernando nods, before he said. " Do you think we can meet over a cup of coffee or breakfast sometime? "

Clara halts in her steps, gnawing on her lip as she debated whether or not she should accept the offer; a few seconds had passed before she relents, nodding as she rummaged through her purse to pull out a piece of paper she had and a pen, she writes down her phone number and hands it to him. " Here, call me whenever you're free "

Fernando smiles, " I will, it was great seeing you Lara "

" You too Nando " Clara smiles back.

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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

The last thing Clara expected was to restart her life after a rather messy divorce, her former husband had been shamelessly having an affair for five years and as much as she tried her best to walk away as quietly as she can - he was more than hellbent on making things far arduous for her to the extent of forcing her to move back to Madrid and start her life once again with her adopted children, seventeen year old Atlas and eleven year old Sara.

Early on in her life, Clara had discovered her inability to have children which prompted her and her former husband to adopt, and while her husband was more than kind to both children, she couldn't fathom why he up and decided to betray her in such a foul manner yet she opts not to dwell on it, choosing to return to her roots and help her mother with the family bakery while both her children chased their dreams, mostly Atlas whom has been a part of the Atletico Youth Academy.

Clara had noticed early on just how passionate the young boy was in regards to football which fondly reminded her of Fernando, and thus, she helped him with try outs and was proud to see him flourish each time he played. Sara, on the other hand was as passionate as Clara was about bakery which thrilled the brunette as she used her passion as means for them to connect further.

On one evening, Atlas returned from training with a proud smile across his face. " I have big news! "

Clara and Sara, who were in the kitchen both smiled. " What? "

" The coaches were so impressed with me that they want me to feature in the next UEFA Youth League fixture against Bayern Munich " Atlas exclaimed.

Clara smiled widely, " I'm so proud of you " she embraced her son.

" You should have seen the looks on their faces Mamá, they said I possessed an advanced skillset that will shine in the match, I'm going to start practice tomorrow " Atlas said.

" Great job hermano " Sara said with a smile.

" Gracias hermanita " Atlas smiles.

" You are exceptional baby, so there's no doubt you'll fly even higher " Clara said, " you know what, with such big news, I say we order food tonight "

Sara cheers, " Yes! let's order from the new Italian place that opened up "

" Yeah, Ferran said they have great pizza! " Atlas nods.

Clara makes an order than asks Atlas, " When's the match going to be? "

" Next Monday, I was honestly hesitant on accepting but Mister Torres said I reminded him of when he used to play " Atlas said.

Clara's eyes widened at the mentioning of the familiar last name, she looks at her son. " Who? "

" Mister Torres, he was recently appointed as the coach to the youth side after he came back from Japan " Atlas said. " It was so cool playing in front of him "

Clara smiles, " I'm proud of you " she strokes Atlas's cheek; ignoring the way her heart fluttered at the thought of him, it had been twelve years since she last spoke to Fernando, their last encounter happening just mere weeks before he made the shocking move to Chelsea.

" Gracias Mamá, I wouldn't have made it without you and Sara supporting me! " Atlas said.

That night, Clara had lied awake in her bed; her mind clamored by the many thoughts interlaced with one another - she didn't keep up much with his career, but had only heard tidbits from her family that knew his family, so the chances of them ever meeting again seemed slim to none up until now, it would only be a matter of time before she saw him again, given his new status as her son's coach.

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𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟕

Finding time between studies as well as football seemed rather arduous for Fernando and Clara yet they were somehow able to make it work; she'd often come and attend his matches whenever she can and he became her personal taster before she was set to deliver her assignment, and while they both agreed that their bond was strictly that of two people reconnecting as friends, the soft undertones would peak every now and then to haunt her, causing her to wonder if there was perhaps a future for the two of them

On one evening, Fernando stopped by to spend time with her before Liverpool's upcoming bout against Manchester United, she'd given him an extra set of keys to facilitate his visits, he walked in and was immediately hit by the scent of freshly baked goods with a hint of spice, following the scent to the kitchen - he is met with a distressed Clara who was surprised by seeing him, " I thought you had practice "

" I finished early! " Fernando exclaims, before asking. " Lara, are you ok? "

Clara heaves out a soft breath, " If you count me baking for the third time because there's something missing in this stupid assignment then no I'm not fine "

Fernando sighs, for as long as he had known Clara, he was well aware of her tendencies to strive for perfection; often times leading her to become distressed and disassociated with reality. " Lara! " he walks over to her, " Why don't we go out? drive around the city? "

" Nando " Clara groans, " I can't ... "

" Yes you can, your assignment is not due until a week from now, and I'm very much craving something sweet so let's go out " Fernando said.

Clara shoots him a glare to which he responded with a chuckle as he leads her to her bedroom, " You'll thank me later, now go and change please "

She relents and changes into a shirt and a pair of jeans before joining him on a drive around the city, they barely spoke as the only sound heard was that of the radio playing music, Fernando stops in front of a small café, he leads Clara to the table near the window and orders two slices of chocolate cake for them, " Look at me! " he said.

Clara looks up, " Hm "

" You're beyond gifted when it comes to food, and I'm not just saying that cause I've known you for so long, it's the truth, it's why you got this far and you'll reach even higher " Fernando said, smiling when he noticed the faint smile adorning her lips. " Besides, when you open up the first restaurant, I'll be there proudly boasting about how I've known the amazing Clara Santori since childhood "

Clara's eyes softened, " You think so? "

" I know so " Fernando takes her hand to squeeze it. " I fully believe in you "

They spend the rest of the time eating their cake slices while she asked him about his upcoming matches, " I'm nervous " he admits with a chuckle. " But I'm trying to remain hopeful, especially since the coach believes in me, Stevie believes me as well as the team "

" And I believe in you, you're glowing whenever you play and that makes me happy " Clara smiles.

Fernando smiles back before saying, " I'm really sorry for the way I hurt you Lara! " he said.

" It's fine Nando, we were just two emotional kids " Clara shrugs, " It took us a while to understand, but at least we can be friends now "

Fernando chews on his lower lip before sayin with a tentative shaky tone, " What if I don't want that? "

" What? " Clara said with a confused expression.

" Lara, spending all this time with you made me realize that I don't think I can see a future without you in it " Fernando said, " I know I'm asking for a lot but, do you think we can ... I don't know " he chuckles nervously. " Start this on a different note, because you mean the world to me "

Clara would lie if she said she hadn't thought of the prospect of starting all over with Fernando, he was always her first love and you never forget your first, and reconnecting with him these past few months had shown her just how much she missed him.

" On one condition " Clara said.

" Anything! " Fernando said.

" If by any chance, this doesn't work, we will be very honest with one another and walk away on a good note " Clara said. " I want to try this again but you have to be patient with me "

" I promise " Fernando squeezes her hand. " I'll wait for you, forever "

They end their evening with a stroll in the park and just as the weather had gotten chilly, Fernando had removed the cardigan he was wearing to place it around her before wrapping his arm around her shoulder to tug her close, and for the first time, in a really long time - she felt seen, loved, and secure.

______________________________________________________________

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

" Mamá "

Clara blinks, drawn back into reality by the sound of her daughter's voice, she turns around and smiles, " Sí, hija "

" Are you ok? " Sara asks her, " You've been acting strange since Atlas mentioned the name of his coach "

Clara sighed, she was certain that her reactions were not noticeable yet her daughter was very much perceptive in certain moments, " I'm fine hija, don't worry "

" Are you sure? cause the second Atlas mentioned name, it was like you've seen a ghost or something " Sara said.

Clara shakes her head, she did in fact see a ghost; the ghost of the past she had worked hard to bury. " Sara, I'm ok. I was just drained from work and to be fair, surprised by your brother's words, that's all there is "

Sara nods, " Ok, but if you're not feeling well, you can tell me "

Clara smiled, Sara might have been ten yet she had such an old soul. It's one of the reasons why she had felt drawn to her the first time she met her during the adoption proceedings. " I know, but don't you worry ok "

Sara nods, reaching to pull her into an embrace. " I love you Mamá "

" I love you too hija " Clara smiled, pressing a kiss to her head.

_

The following morning,

" Fernando is coaching Atlas! " Clara blurts out while she and her mother were organizing the display table, " Did you know? "

Beatrice nods, " Sí, it's all over the news, you didn't know? "

Clara shakes her head, " You know me, I barely check the news! so I was surprised "

Beatrice raised a brow, " surprised or ... something else? "

" Mamá " Clara groans.

" I'm not trying to make you feel guilty but you were the one that refused to speak to him when he tried to reach out " Beatrice said with a shrug.

" I had a very good reason " Clara said, " But it's long gone, and besides it's not like I'm going to run into him, Xavier drives Atlas home from training so that saves me the embarrassment of seeing him again "

Beatrice sighs, " Clara, hija! I think you should talk to him "

" Why? I have nothing to say, the last time we saw each other he outright said that I was holding him back, again " Clara said. " And then no more than a week later, he was seen with someone else so why should I talk to him? for all I know he could be married, and has kids so I'm going to save myself the trouble and pretend he's still off somewhere else "

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" Who taught you how to play like this? " Fernando asks the young boy while he was helping him practice.

" My Tío, he gave me the basics and I spent the rest of the time watching old videos and trying to work my way into understanding the rest, then my mother helped me with driving me to and from several academies until I was accepted here " Atlas responds.

Fernando nods, " What about your father? "

Atlas chuckles, " He left us, me, my mother and my little sister! all because my sister and I are adopted, and in his words - he wanted actual children, my mother on the other hand gave up her dreams of becoming a restaurant owner to help me and my sister get a better life "

Fernando frowns, " Your mother was a restaurant owner? "

" She was going to be " Atlas said. " We lived in Paris for a while and when my father left, she decided that it was best for us to return here to Madrid "

No, it can't be. Fernando thinks, shaking his head before saying, " I'm glad she helped you get here, you've got a bright future Atlas "

" You think so? it's always been my dream to go professional " Atlas smiles.

" And you will, I believe in you " Fernando smiles, recalling how she used to tell him that each time he felt nervous.

" Gracias Mister, I promise I won't let you down " Atlas said.

" I know you won't " Fernando said. " Listen, why don't you invite your Mamá and sister to come and see you play in the match against Sevilla "

" Sure, I'll tell them " Atlas smiles.

______________________________________________________________

𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟏

" What am I supposed to do? " Fernando asked, feeling both confused and slightly afraid after she had convinced him to help her in the kitchen.

" Grab the piping bag " Clara giggles, before she grabbed the other one full of the icing mix.

" Ok " Fernando nods, grabbing the piping bag. " Now what? "

Clara carefully displayed the way in which he places the piping bag over the cupcake, " You slowly press and it creates a flower, see " she said.

Fernando observes her and smiles before nodding, " Ok, let's see " he tries to mimic her, " Like this? "

Clara places her piping bag and leaned closer, placing her hands over his to guide him through. " Try to go slow but not too slow " she said.

Fernando looks at her then looks back at the cupcake, smiling when it turned out quite well. " It's good "

" You're a quick learner " Clara beams.

Fernando blushed at the remark, " remember when we nearly burnt my house down because we tried to bake cookies "

Clara nods laughing, " I think your Mamá almost killed me "

" No, she loves you a lot! she was very angry when we broke up the first time " Fernando said. " And I don't blame her! "

Clara smiled, " At least we managed to find our way back to one another "

Fernando nods, placing the piping bag down on the counter, he cradled her face in his hands and pressed a long yet soft kiss to her lips, smiling against them when she let out a small moan. " Careful Lara, or else we're going to be distracted " he chuckles.

" Maybe I want to distract you " Clara giggles.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫,

Clara had walked into their shared home, a sense of dread washed over her. " Nando! " she received no response in return, which made her frown in confusion - she looks around, finally realizing that the home was semi empty as any remnants and traces of Fernando were gone, the only thing she noticed was a paper placed on top of the kitchen counter, nervously, she grabs the paper and unfolds it to find a handwritten letter.

___

Lara,

It was hard for me to write this latter, as I have rewritten this plenty of times but I think it's best if I do this instead of telling you because I wouldn't survive seeing you cry, I'll start this by saying that I love you and that I didn't mean for this to happen but - I can't do this, I can't let myself be held back and in turn hold you back.

Chelsea had offered me a good deal, and I couldn't refuse and knowing that you have so many dreams ahead, I can't possibly live with myself knowing that you might give them all up and move to London with me, so I think it's best if we go our separate ways.

I am grateful for all the love and support you've given me but you deserve someone that'll give you the stability and love you're searching for - and I hope that find that person in the end, I don't know about you, but what I do know is that I'll keep you in my mind forever, I love you so much.

Please, don't try to contact me, it's best if we don't talk.

Love, Nando.

___

Clara had taken a moment to compose herself before she rolled up the paper and threw it in the bin, she then grabs her cellphone and dials Ainsley's number. " Hey, ... " she said, " Can I come over? Ok, I'll be on my way "

______________________________________________________________

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

It's almost as if their hearts had told them, that after such a turbulent period of time; they'd find a way to see one another again, Clara was afraid and so was Fernando - throughout the match, he'd tried his best to be focused yet ever so often, his mind would draw back to the fact that within the crowd of people in attendance to see the match was the only woman he had truly loved, and it didn't truly settle until his side had won and the parents were congratulating their boys that Atlas nearly sprints towards Clara to embrace her.

Fernando watched from where he stood, a mixture of shock and a sense of longing settled; she hadn't changed much save for her brunette locks growing in length and the presence of more lines across the corners of her eyes, her ever bright smile remained the same and it wasn't until their eyes met that her smile fell, yet not for long as it instantly appeared when she looked at Atlas.

Atlas then leads her and whom he presumed to be his younger sister towards him, " Mister, this is my Mamá Clara, and this is my younger sister Sara "

Clara's eyes were screaming as she forced a smile then extends her hand, " It's nice to meet you "

Fernando understood why she would do that, his manner of departure had hurt her more than it hurt him, he shakes her hand with a forced smile. " Likewise "

Clara turns to Atlas, " Hijo, take Sara to the car with you. I want to speak to your coach for a bit "

Atlas nods, " sure, come on Sara " he leads his younger sister away.

Clara watched them then turned to Fernando, " I want to make one thing clear, I don't know you, you don't know me and what we had before, was just an illusion. I'm going to be as civil as I can throughout this time for the sake of my son, but other than that - I am not expecting any kind of explanation, much less an apology "

" Lara " Fernando whispers.

" No " Clara raises her hand, " It's Clara, only those closest to me call me Lara "

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Top 10 Soccer Players in 2010 FIFA World Cup

This years FIFA World Cup starts off on June 11. To have inside the soccer soul, we're checking down the absolute best 10 Players to take a gander at. From Lionel Messi to Wayne Rooney to Cristiano Ronaldo, advise us in the event that we've missed anybody you envision probably got it done!

No. 10:Essien (Ghana)

This Chelsea midfielder doesn't avoid assaulting. Among Africa's best soccer players, Michael Eissen drove Ghana's group to approach wonder in Germany in 2006. Being a double cross African Player of the period, Michael is viewed as the world's most significant cautious midfielder. He can cover a great deal of an area, has a ton of energy and has a solid long-range shot. His nation of origin is Ghana.

No. 9: Steven Gerrard (The unified realm)

However many individuals said he was too little at any point be portrayed as a genius soccer player, Steven Gerrard of Great Britain was raised being the second-best Liverpool player ever. He's an awesome assaulting midfielder who likewise works being a subsequent striker or even a winger. He can play for all intents and purposes anyplace on the space, and that is one thing which make him truly significant.

No. 8: Fernando Torres (Spain)

Fernando Torres came to be to score objectives. He began in objective yet was changed into a striker when he was 7 yrs. old. At the point when he was 10 he scored 55 objectives, grabbing the attention of Atletico Madrid - his favored Spanish group - which marked him at 17. Subsequent to having an exchange to Liverpool, this player from Spain has 132 serious group objectives added to his repertoire cristiano ronaldo net worth.

No. 7: Andres Iniesta (Spain)

There is an explanation Andre Iniesta's play name is "The Illusionist." As guaranteed, this Barcelona player can create a consistent progression of probabilities for whoever is lucky enough being playing confronting him. Additionally as guaranteed, he is by all accounts ready to play through essentially every injury. A little and complex playmaker utilizing a low focus of gravity and a lot of ball control, it's entirely sensible high of Spain makes reference to Andre in light of the fact that the best player on earth.

No. 6: Didier Drogba (Ivory Coast)

This Chelsea forward was paid an announced $37 mil to migrate from Africa to encounter for that British group in 2004. after 6 years, Didier Drogba's substantiated himself among the world's optimal strikers, and quite possibly the most athletic one. His super-human real force makes him for all intents and purposes hard to beat when he places his insight into it.

No. 5: Xavi (Spain)

Each group requires a Xavi! He's just about the magic that binds Barcelona's group nowadays. He's savvy and fast, and makes exact passes, by having a wonderful capacity to keep up with the ball.

No. 4: Kaka (Brazilian)

Kaka is an extraordinary Brazilian star soccer player who begins from an upper-working class foundation. Subsequent to winning practically any prize there's to win for Milan, they bought him to genuine Madrid for around $95 million. Anyway for the whole world Cup, Kaka's viewed as Brazil's ideal player.

[realmadridnews]

Real Madrid - FC Sevilla 2:2

The referees rob Real Madrid of another 2 points.

The match was pretty even, but although Sevilla was dominating the first minutes, Real scored the first goal, which was then called offside (good decision this time).

In the 20th minute Casemiro fouled one of Sevilla’s players and the referee awarded Sevilla a free kick which then ended with Fernando’s goal.

In the 2nd half Real Madrid was rather the more dominating side, but the goal came just in the 67th minute. Kroos passed a good ball into the box to Asensio, who came in a minute earlier for Modric, and the Spaniard scored the equaliser.

Few minutes later Benzema was one-on-one with Bono, who fouled him in the box. Real Madrid was ready to shoot the penalty, when VAR intervened and the referee awarded Sevilla a penalty for Militao’s handball instead, from a situation very similar from the matches against Atletico Madrid and Real Betis (both ended with draws and all of them was refereed by Gonzalez Gonzalez on VAR), where the explanation for not giving a penalty for Real was that a ricochet from the players body to his hand unintentional is and not a penalty. Rakitic scored.

In the 94th minute Real achieved to score the equaliser from Kroos’ shot from outside the box, which bounced of off Hazard and went in.

Real Madrid is still 2nd in the league losing 2 points to the first Atletico and equaling Barcelona’s points.

scorers: 0:1, Fernando 22′

1:1, Asensio 67′

1:2, Rakitic (p) 78′

2:2, Hazard 94′

Real Madrid: Courtois; Odriozola, Militao, Nacho, Marcelo (66′ Gutierrez); Modric (66′ Asensio), Casemiro, Kroos, Valverde; Benzema, Vinicius (79′ Hazard)

FC Sevilla: Bono; Navas, Kounde, Carlos, Acuna; Jordan (84′ Gudelj), Fernando, Rakitic (88′ Oliver Torres); Suso (83′ Oscar), Papu Gomez (56′ En-Nesyri), Ocampos (88′ De Jong)

yellow cards: Casemiro - Suso

Best Real Madrid players: Nacho, Kroos

Worst Real Madrid player: Vinicius