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siempregavi30 · 2 years ago

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Maestra P.G. pt. 1

Warnings: None for now :)

Barcelona, one of Spains most popular cities, home to one of the most successful Football clubs known to mankind and with the prettiest beach, is also the home of the eighteen year-old perspective nursery teacher, Aerin Harding, who has yet to accommodate to her life in Spain, since she is only there for a one-year internship, before having to go back to Austria, where she was born and raised all her life.

In Barcelona she had to start from zero, all her friends had chosen Italy, Sweden, Ireland or America for their internships, but Aerins heart had always beaten for Spain. Yes, even in Austria the love for FC Barcelona is widely spread, and Aerins father was no exception. She grew up with football games, having a Messi-obsessed father meant watching games and re-caps almost ever two to three nights, and though she hated it at first (mostly because her father was obviously loving the Argentinian Player more than his own offspring) but over time, MSN had the little girl under their spell as well. Watching “Neymar JR skills and goals, 2015/2016” or “Lionel Messi best moments” had become a routine for the girl, there was not a single unwatched video. Not a single match she missed. Not a single time she didn´t sing “Cant del Barca” along whenever she heard it on TV. So when the time came to choose a city for an internship, the girl didn´t hesitate to choose Barcelona. And that´s exactly where she is now. “Emilia! You know we don´t climb on the fence, you could hurt yourself,” the brunette young adult educates the small, blonde five-year-old, who only responds with a shy nod, before taking off to join her friends on the swings.

Suddenly the Headteacher approaches Aerin, whose hands immediately start sweating, her anxiety running a hundred miles per hour, brain coming up with countless of possibilities and scenarios with situations that could equal the girl being in trouble, worse, maybe even kicked out from her nursery, even though she´s sure she hasn´t done anything wrong.

“Aerin, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course, Miss Evans!” She puts a bright smile on her face, allows her green eyes to sparkle with happiness, desperately trying to mask the cold shiver that runs down her spine.

“Tomorrow we´ll have a child join us, whose rather special. He´s very shy and doesn´t allow many people near him or see through him. He´s just moved here from Los Angeles and like you, doesn´t speak any Spanish, so you´ll have one thing in common,” the older woman cracks a joke, and Aerin almost sighs with relief, but plays it off with a small giggle.

Miss Evans quickly brushes the palms of her hands over her black pencil skirt, while clearing her throat, “What I´m trying to tell you is, don´t let that effect you. It´s possible that he will be cold to you, express his distaste, or maybe ignore every attempt of contact, but he will be like that to everyone. It´s just that this can be very frustrating for trainees, especially one as perfectionistic as you.”

The brunette girl takes in the information provided by the Headteacher, going through the explanation of possible behavior in her head once again. “Thank you for letting me know, Miss Evans,” she finally responds with a curt nod, and the Headteacher ushers back to her office, hoping she didn´t miss any important calls during her absence.

“Are you nervous now?”, the voice of a girl causes her to spin around. Strawberry blonde hair is pulled up into a neat ponytail, the tips of them curled, a white bow wrapped around it securely, while blue eyes stare curiously at her. “No, I don´t think so. Maybe a little intimidated,” Aerin answers her friend, Elise, a trainee from Dublin. Elise giggles, showing off her prominent dimples and pearly white teeth, “By a child?”

“A child with special behavior.”

“That´s Aerin to you,” a third person chimes in, and it´s none other than Eden, the only person in their little trio, who was actually born and raised in Spain, but not in Barcelona. Eden is from Cadiz, but just like Aerin, is a big fan of the local football club and wanted to live there, because it meant she could attend games more often. Eden had short, blonde hair with frizzy curls, brown hair and a face adorned with freckles. Aerin only shrugs at her friends, before lifting up her wrist to look at her watch. “I´m done for today,” she tells her friends, who still have four more hours to go, with an apologetic smile.

“Lucky you!”, Elise huffs, before turning her attention to the small boy who was tugging at her sweater to gain her attention. “Girls night at my place on Friday, are you still in?”, Eden asks, crossing her arms, and Aerin nods. “Of course. God knows I need it.” Her friends giggle at her statement, and Aerin quickly makes her way into the building to collect her stuff to leave.

Finally in the secluded and comforting confinement of her car, she leans her head back and sighs deeply. School has become stressful, and even though she is on an internship abroad, she still has homework to do and online exams to take, which was becoming more and more unbearable and unnecessarily hard over the past month. In addition, homesickness has been sneaking itself into her subconsciousness, FaceTimes with her eleven-year-old brother were keeping her from bursting into a fit of tears and sobs every night, and the comforting words of her mother kept giving her strength. Her fathers jokes would lift up her mood too, but not when she was in the middle of a rant and he joked about her struggles.

Even though he is fourty-five years old, he still has to learn when it is appropriate to joke around, or what a joke should include.

Spoiler Alert: It shouldn´t be your childs struggles, but Aerin doesn´t have the heart to tell him, because even though it´s annoying at times, it brings her some sort of calmness and relief, a sign to not take life as seriously and try to enjoy things from time to time.

At home, she swiftly moved into her kitchen after changing into her pajamas, because in the car on her way to her small one-bedroom Apartment, she decided that it is the perfect day for her comfort food, pasta, but the way her mother always cooks it, along with the special sauce. While rummaging through her cabinets, searching for all the necessary ingredients, her phone rings, and without sparing the screen a glance, she accepts the call, expecting it to be her mother or younger sibling, but is instead met with the voice of Talia, her childhood best friend.

“Girl, you have no idea what happened!” Aerin jumps at the exclamation, for a moment not knowing who is on the other end of the call, before she sighs. “I don´t so please, enlighten me.” “Remember the guy I was telling you about like, last week?”

“Justin?”

“What? No, the other one.”

“Sebastian.”

“Are you still stuck in the past? Why are you talking about guys from three months ago? Do you remember Lucas´ friend, the tall guy with juicy lips and a buzzcut?” Aerin scratches her head, thinking about the description, “You mean Andy?”

“No, that´s Destiny´s cousin, he´s so weird now. Big glow down after me, as expected. I´m talking about Ryan,” Talia exclaims from the other end of the phone, as if it is the most obvious thing in the world and Aerin can almost picture the smirk on her face. “Ah, I remember now.” Aerin has no idea who her friend is talking about, but Talia doesn´t need to know that.

“Yeah, anyways he asked me on a date,” the curly haired brunette snickers devilishly, and something in Aerins chest squeezes at the familiar sound, the homesickness is almost unbearable and the need to hug Talia is prominent. “That´s great, T! Did you say yes?” Talia bursts out into a fit of laughter, the sound of skin slapping, probably Talia smacking her thigh to emphasize the fact that she finds Aerins statement to be hilarious, can be heard and the green-eyed girl only huffs, while her eyes dart between two packs of pasta, unsure if she wants the ones that look like bows or spirals. “Hell no, he´s ugly. Are you saying I should date ugly guys, because I´m ugly?” Spirals it is then, and additional to the homesickness, she´s about to get a headache.

“Of course not Talia. I don´t even know that Ryan looks like, but if he´s ugly I´m glad you said no,” she sweettalks her way out of misery and hears her friend hum in approval. “So, what have you been up to lately? You haven´t been texting me as much,” Talia asks, and Aerin places the pot filled with water onto her stove. “The usual. School´s been stressing me out lately,” she admits to her friend, the only person she can really talk with when it comes to school.

Aerin fears that if she talks about this with her parents, they´ll just worry too much and worrying parents most of the times add more stress, rather than take it away.

“Exams and stuff?”

“Yup,” she answers, popping the P. Talia groans from the opposite side of the call, “Bro, you´re in Spain, shouldn´t you be partying hard every night? Salsa, fiesta, siesta or whatever, you know? Like, get some guy to teach you Bachata or something!” Aerin chuckles, the typical Talia-Type-Answer is exactly what she needs, she realizes. “I wish, but sadly that´s not possible. Also, the handful of friends I have here hates partying,” she explains her friend, while pulling her brown hair into a messy bun. “At this point you need me to move there so you can enjoy life. How come you didn´t already die of boredom?” Having Talia move to Barcelona would truly be a blessing to Aerin, because she has never been this far apart from her best friend, has never not seen her for months straight.

“I wish you could move here, T. I miss you,” Aerin mumbles into the air, her phone is placed on the counter. Talia sighs, “Trust me Rin. I miss you too. Austria is basically dead without you.” “You still pull dates, though.” Both girls share a moment of laughter, but the pain and desperation can be heard from both sides, the laughter is anything but sincere. The water in the pot begins to bubble, signaling that it´s finally ready for Aerin to cook her pasta. “Hey T, I´m a bit busy with cooking right now, how about we FaceTime later?” “Sure thing girl! Just call me, you know I´m never busy,” Aerin can see the wink Talia throws at the phone in her head, and giggles, before bidding her friend goodbye and ending the call.

After getting the pasta ready, she sits down at the table, that harbors four chairs in her living-room, while scrolling through social-media, liking some of the posts of her friends that share their favorite moments in random picture-dumps. One of Aerins closest friends, Ella, posted pictures of herself attending different fashion shows in Milano, and some random pictures of cats and Italys street-food. For a few seconds, her thumb hovers over the empty heart-button. Something in her just doesn´t want to like the dump. Something in her is upset at the fact that all of her classmates seem to be enjoying their time away from their families, out living their best lives while still managing school as if it´s nothing, able to attend fashion shows or eat out at lavish restaurants. Meanwhile Aerin is once again, at the verge of a big mental breakdown. Homesickness, fear of failing school and just the language barrier in Spain. Everything always adds up and up, until one day the bubble of anxiety pops.

Aerin pauses to take a deep breath, the familiar scent of the comfort-meal in front of her, though only for a short moment, gives her the feeling of being at home again, surrounded by her family in the small Austrian Town, where everyone knows each other. The girl shakes her head, coming back to reality and presses the empty heart, turning it a soft red, before she continued swiping up her screen, revealing other posts and reels.

The next day, Aerin is up early to choose the perfect outfit. Kids love colors, boys especially love bright, loud and energetic colors and she wants to make a good impression on the, allegedly, cold little boy, so she decides it´s the perfect opportunity to pull out an orange blazer to pair it with jeans and a white blouse. She hates that blazer, the whole outfit in general, because it makes her look like she has her life under control, even though she´s far away from it, but it´s not the time to mope and cry about the unfairness of her life and the way she´s living it. Aerin has her mind set on that little boy. She wants him to like her, she needs an achievement that can prove that she´s capable of this, capable for this job, capable for this city, capable to get a degree in two and a half years. Colorful bracelets are wrapped around her left wrist, she doesn´t like bracelets on the hand she writes with, and decent rings adorn her fingers, showcasing her milky-pink nails. With one last glance at the mirror on the wall of her small hallway, she exits the warm comfort of her house and enters the spring-air of Barcelona, which she can only enjoy for a few seconds before she climbs into her car. It´s a nice little VW Polo in white, a gift from her beloved Nana. Her head begins to throb at the intense scent of the little Scent-Tree and she immediately opens the windows of her car.

The kids in the English-Speaking nursery eye Aerin with bright eyes. It´s not like she arrives dressed in black every day, but usually her outfits include more neutral colors like cream, sage green, white, a light yellow etc. “Cute fit you got there Rin!”, Elise compliments immediately, clasping her hands together while smiling brightly. “Thank you!”, Aerin salutes her friend, greets all children, and slips into the confinement of her little playroom at the end of the hall. She immediately moves to her desk and organizes everything to make it look as perfect and as professional as it can get, incase the parents walk in to introduce themselves. She straightens her blouse, brushes out some curls with the tips of her fingers and looks through her plan for the day, since she had forgotten to do it the night before.

A sudden knock disturbs the silence of the empty playroom. The Headteacher, Miss Evans, opens the door and peeks inside, before she announces, “You have a guest, Miss Harding.” Aerins jaw tightens, her palms turn sweaty and she forgets every single word in English, her brain throws German words around like it´s a pillow-fight. A deep breath in. 1,2,3. She breathes out, unclenching her jaw and forcing her lips to form a smile, as she points at the two chairs in front of her desk, non-verbally asking the guests to come in. A young woman walks in, looking barely older than Aerin herself, her blonde hair is pulled into a low bun, her plump, red-painted lips display a smile and she´s wearing office-clothing, meaning a gray pencil skirt, a white blouse and a gray blazer with black kitten heeled-shoes. Aerins eyes move to the little boy, who´s holding on to his mothers hand, his hair the exact same blonde, a small button nose, pouty lips and big brown eyes. She quickly stands up from her chair and holds her hand out for the woman to take. “Aerin Harding, very nice to meet you Miss…?”, her voice trails off at the end, expecting the woman to talk.

“Páez! Sofia Páez, and this is Manuel Pablo Páez. It´s very nice to meet you too Miss Harding,” she introduces herself and her little son. Aerin smiles softly, for some weird reason the mother´s nervousness takes away some of her own. She crouches down to the height of the young boy and extends her hand, “Hello Manuel.” Instead of giving her his own little head, the boy hides behind his mothers legs, while still glancing at the trainee from time to time. Aerin licks her lips from frustration.

It´s okay. Kids are shy. This is normal. This means nothing.

“Okay, maybe next time,” she smiles at the mother of the boy, before motioning her to take a seat at one of the chairs, as she gets comfortable on her own chair. “Miss Páez, I´ve been told that little Manuel here will be staying in my playroom, which means I´ll be his main nursery teacher. Are there any allergies or other important things I need to look out for?”, the eighteen-year-old asks, while pulling out a notebook and a pen, proud at the fact that she didn´t stutter.

“He has a peanut allergy.”

Of course has.

“And he really loves carrots.”

Of course he loves carrots.

Aerin writes the information down into her notebook, unaware of the fact that she´s poking out her tongue through her lips, a sign of concentration. She hears the blonde woman giggle for a second and looks up with a curious glance. “My cousin, Pablo, does that as well,” she explains, and Aerin forces herself to smile, while cocking an eyebrow up. “I´m sorry, what exactly does he do as well?” “Stick his tongue out when he´s concentrated.” “Ah, I do that?”, Aerin softly chuckles, “I´ve never noticed.” Suddenly a new burst of curiosity sparks through Aerin, as she asks the woman in front of her, “Pablo, you named your son after your cousin. Are you guys close?” A soft blush coats the tips of Sofias ears, a fond, sincere smile spreads on her face, “Yes. I´ve basically raised him, along with his older sister Aurora. In our family he´s…kind of a star. I thought that maybe naming Manuel after him could give him some luck. Even an ounce of Pablos luck on Manuel would be enough.” Aerin nods, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers. “Well then, I hope I can contribute to a successful future!”, her tone signals the young mother that their conversation is coming to an end. “I have no doubt you will,” the woman expresses her thoughts, and a burst of pride courses through the young adults chest.

She accompanies Sofia to the door, allowing all the other children in her playroom to enter. “Miss Harding, can I just say something before I leave?” Aerins eyes dart to the four-year-old boy, who´s looking at the other kids, before she nods. Sofia sighs, “Manuel can be very difficult to get along with. In America, I took him to special teachers, but he would refuse to talk to any of them. He wouldn´t play, eat or say anything the entire time he was there. It would mean the world to me if you could look out for him. He´s…an easy target.” The brunette girl places a comforting hand on the shoulder of the blonde, “Don´t worry Miss Páez. Manuel is safe here.” A deep breath exits Sofias nose, as if she´s been holding onto it during her entire visit. She thanks Aerin and quickly presses kisses on Manuels cheeks before exiting the Nursery. Aerin closes the door to her playroom, pleased by the atmosphere inside. All kids are busy with playing, drawing or looking through books. All, except one.

Manuel.

Aerin sighs. “Manuel, don´t you want to play with the other kids?”, she asks, placing her hands on her lap while leaning down near his height. He looks like someone she knows, Aerin realizes, but she can´t pinpoint who. He has big brown eyes and frowns often. Manuel doesn´t respond to the trainees question, only stares at the ground. “Do you want me to show you around the playroom?” Comfort is key, especially for little kids. Only in an environment where they feel comfortable and safe, they will allow themselves to open up, like a flower blooming in spring. But to get comfortable in a new environment, you have to get to know it first. The blonde boy only fists the hem of his sweater, eyes still trained on the ground and for a moment Aerin fears she spoke German instead of English and confused the boy.

“Aerinnnnn!”, a young girl jumps towards the girl, holding a book in her direction to show her the cover. “Can you read this to me? Please?” Aerin adverts her eyes from Manuel, a wide smile spreading on her face, “Of course Clara. Go sit down on the couch, I´ll join you in a moment.” The girl giggles excitedly and jumps towards the book-corner of the playroom, that has a pink-blue child-sized couch perched against the wall. “Would you like to join us?”, she tries once again with the stubborn little boy, who once again, doesn´t respond. Aerin lets out a defeated sigh, before she takes off her blazer to place it on her chair to join Clara.

“It´s very nice of you to visit me, Pablo!”, Sofia smiles at her cousin, who is none other than FC Barcelonas golden boy, Gavi. Gavi places the Take-Out he bought for his cousin on her desk in her office, a small grin spreads on his face. “It´s good to have you back Sof. Expect me here more often.”

“It´s good to be back. You don´t know how much I´ve missed Spain,” the blonde woman sighs, taking the contents of the bag out to see what her precious cousin bought her. “Where´s Manuel? It´s been a while since I´ve last seen him,” the youngster lets himself fall on the expensive chair opposite of his cousin, crossing his ankles in the process. “Ah, he´s probably at home by now, with Diego. Today was his first day in nursery school,” she excitedly tells Pablo, who softly smiles. “His nursery teacher is very nice. Her name is Aerin, she´s a trainee from Austria, but she seems very professional. I think she´s your age,” Sofia continues, while staring at her Burrito with hearty eyes. “Sounds like a real gem,” Gavi answers, though he believes that he couldn´t care any less about his great-cousins teachers, or personal information about them.

“Oh Pablo, before I forget; next week on Friday I have a meeting with my boss and Diego is in Valencia for business. Could you please be so nice and pick Manuel up from school on that day? I have no one else at the moment,” Sofia pleads, frowning at her cousin. “At what time?” He really doesn´t want to. Sofia sighs from relief, “You have until five. I´d pick him up from your place at seven, if that´s okay?”

It´s not, but it´s only been about two weeks since Sofia returned back to Barcelona after living in Los Angeles for almost three years, so he couldn´t really say no to her. “It´s fine. Ana wanted to come over, she´s missed him al lot, so I´ll just let her handle it,” he explains his cousin, who excitedly claps her hands. “You´re the best Pablito!” Gavi can´t hear that sentence anymore. He lost count on how many times he´s heard it in the past week in total. He loves the attention and recognition he´s getting, especially the special treatment he´s been receiving the last few months have been nothing but pure bliss to his youthful ego, though sometimes he fears all the fame has gotten too much to his head. It ´s just that compliments have stopped affecting the eighteen-year-old, all he hears all day is praise.

“Bravo Gavi, you´re insane!”

“Gavi is ESPNs´ number five of the best youngsters!”

“Spains youngest world-cup goal scorer: Gavi!”

He doesn´t dare think about the edits on Instagram or TikTok, or the way he has started to purposefully lift his jerseys during games, sometimes even taking them off completely, while being painfully aware of the effect this has on most of his viewers. Who can blame him, though? He´s eighteen and has girls his age, some older, some younger, wrapped around his finger, while some of his friends struggle to come out of the talking-stage, most of their attempts even getting rejected. Gavi doesn´t even have to try to get someone to like him, they just do. His eyes land on the picture of Manuel, perched on Sofias desk and Gavi almost frowns at the facial expression of the little boy. He stares straight ahead, his big brown eyes seem so distant, and there´s a small smile displayed on his lips, though it doesn´t seem sincere. “Why does Manu look so sad in that picture?”

“That´s him being happy, Pablo.”

“Oh.”

The youngster meets a lot of children on a daily, especially young football fans, obviously, and never has he seen a child look as gloomy as Manuel did, while being “happy”.

He concludes that he now really dreads Friday, especially when he thinks about the fact that Ana Pelayo, a friend of his since childhood, would be coming over for…adult business… and now he would have to take care of a four-year-old gloomy little gremlin. Gavi regrets saying yes. He knows Sofia has basically no one here, except for him and her husband Diego, the rest of their family still lives in Sevilla and Sofia knows that Gavi has more than enough space in his house for little Manu. “Speaking of Ana,” Gavi dreads the conversation that is about to follow up with that question already, “how is she?”

“She´s good. Recently she got invited to an event,” he discreetly answers. “Yeah? There are rumors going around,” Sofia smirks while taking a bite of her Burrito. Pablos lips tighten into a straight line, even though he knew curious Sofia, who always reads about the latest tea online, would ask him about that. “She´s only been to one game of mine and people are going crazy. We´re just friends,” he answers as nonchalant as possible, but much to his dismay, Sofias smirk only widens. “That´s not what your mom and Aurora said.” Every vein in Gavis body basically freezes, a sense of betrayal and anger courses through his body, causing the hair on his body to rise uncomfortably. How could his mother possibly know about his affiliations with Anita? He only ever told his sister, Pedri and Ansu and Alejandro and Ferran know minor details. He wants to vanish into thin air with the clap of his hands, the conversation was taking an uncomfortable turn and he fears that soon he might start blushing, which would just confirm his cousins suspicions.

“What did they tell you?”, he quirks an eyebrow up, acting clueless about the accusations. Sofia was a huge part of his life, she took care of him, changed his diapers, bathed him, mothered him at some points, but she wasn´t there the past three years of his life. The last time he saw her in person, he was fourteen, at the verge of turning fifteen, and now his nineteenth birthday is mere months away, he had matured and changed, so Gavi knows it is almost impossible for her to read him like a book, an ability she had a few years back. “Well, your mother claims you´re crushing on her and Rora said you kissed at a party,” Sofia wiggles with her eyebrows and adverts her gaze to the screen of her Laptop. Gavis eye twitches, he can´t believe that his family would ever expose him like that. “No. The kiss; we were drunk. But the crush? Big no,” he shakes his head with furrowed brows. In that sense, he wasn´t lying. Gavi doesn´t have a crush on his gorgeous friend. He had been crushing on her in the past, but that vanished quick after people started shipping them or claiming that they are secretly dating, making edits of Ana, which unintentionally got to the brunettes head, causing her to be quite egotistical at times. She was basking in the lavish lifestyle of his fame, and at first Gavi wanted to cut ties, but with fame comes frustration in more ways than one. So, they agreed to be friends with benefits, both allowed to see, date or fuck other people, and Gavi used his pretty face and toned body to his advantage whenever he entered a club in Barcelona.

How could he not? He´s a teenage boy with a great life, no privacy, but he can fulfill his families´ wildest dreams, buy them designer items every once in a while, and lives in a spacy apartment with the best view to Barcelonas beach. Plus, you only live once, so why not make the best of it? Sofia nods at his statement and doesn´t pry any further, which Gavi couldn´t be any more grateful for, because the conversation about his love-life is usually one he avoids at all cost. He quickly pulls his phone out to text Pedri.

Me: Hey, quick question. Do you, by any chance, have a fake beard or something?

Pedri: Gavi what the fuck.

A whole week.

Aerin has been trying to get Manuel to respond for a whole week, but all she gets is a blank stare right into her eyes, which at this point never fail to make a shiver run down her spine. For some reason Eden thought it was a good idea to claim that maybe Manuel has been adopted, is faking his age and is actually a serial killer who presents himself like a child. The rest of their Friday-girls-night was spent with Aerin thinking back to that statement and seeing if Manuel really showed any signs of being a serial killer who is not four, but actually thirty-two.

Finally it´s Friday and Aerin can use the weekend to study for her geography test on Thursday, though she knows that the burnout that is eating her alive, won´t give her the necessary motivation to actually take her notes out and carefully read through them, even though she would love to do that. It´s always the same routine: she wants to study, reads books or listens to music instead of studying, gets anxious about the test, gets anxious about her anxiety, decides that Saturday is her self-care day which means no studying and an hour before the test she gets a mental breakdown where she curses herself for not using her time to study. Will she do it differently the next time? No.

She´s alone with Manuel again, somehow he´s always the last to get picked up, which is probably the biggest downside of having successful business-people as your parents. They are sitting at her desk. The chair on the right is his favorite spot, especially because he can see outside through the window and watch people live their lives instead of doing what people his age usually do: cry, eat, sleep, play, cry, eat, play and so on. Though he doesn´t respond or look at her, Aerin sometimes finds herself babbling to him about the most random things.

On Wednesday, where they were in the same position as they are right now, she told him about a crazy lady in the supermarket, who was desperately searching for Principe Cookies with Moratas face on them, because in her opinion searching for Gavi or Pedri cookies would be worth the frustration. “So I went to the arcade to get the plush animal I was telling you about on Monday, and found out someone else had already won it,” she complains to Manuel, who swings with his feet, an arm draped over the back of his chair, gaze fixed on the window. “You don´t know how disappointed I was, Manu. It was crazy. I could´ve cried my eyes out,” she huffs and crosses her list of daily tasks. She had started including her conversations with Manuel to her To-Do-List. “And then I went to the guy who works there and asked if they had another one of those pink cats with glitter tongues but he-“

A knock.

Aerin frowns at the disruption, before asking the person to enter her playroom. The door opens and reveals a guy, wearing a baseball cap, a mask covering the lower half of his face and dark sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Manuel and Aerin exchange glances for a second. “Uhh hi I´m Pablo. I think Sofia told you that I´d pick up the little grem- little gem today?”, he stutters while rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Aerin smiles, “Ah, so you must be the Pablo Manu is named after!” “You know about that?” “Sofia shares a lot of personal information. I´m Aerin by the way.”

Ah, so that´s her.

Gavi definitely agrees with her, his cousin is truly an over-sharer. “So, ehm, Manuel, are you coming?”, he awkwardly walks up to the boy and extends his hand, expecting him to quickly grip his and walk out with him, but Manuel only stares at his hand, before turning his head back to the window. Aerin bites her lip in order to not burst out with laughter and humiliate the unknown guy any further. Gavi watches her with a, to her invisible, frown. Who does she think she is? That she´s some kind of psychic just because she works with children on a daily and can control them any better than he can? Hell no, Gavi can do that too. “Manu? Vamos, I have surprise guest for you at home!” Manuel doesn´t even budge, only blinks. Gavi could feel the embarrassment and frustration grow in the pit of his stomach, and Aerin could sense the insecurity coming from his body. She quickly closes the cap of her pen, before standing up and kneeling in front of Manuel, disturbing his clear view outside. She tickles his stomach, “Listen big man, how about we go outside instead of just staring at it from inside? I heard there are some really pretty flowers at the parking-lot, and I want to take a few home with me, so come and help me pick out the prettiest ones!”, she softly holds the boys’ hand and urges him to stand up, which the boy does without a word of protest. Pablo can feel his eye twitch at the fact that she did that so easily and smoothly but follows them to the hallway so the boy can change. “Look at that! You have new boots, and they can even light up! I´m so jealous Manu,” she lets out an exasperate sigh, and for the first time, he smiles. Aerins eyes widen, she almost drops his boot out of her hands, but quickly regains her composure. A flash of pride crashes through her body and she can´t suppress the wide smirk growing on her face.

While Aerin is busy with Manuels boots, Gavi takes a look at the pictures hanging on the walls. Most of them are, as expected in a nursery, pictures of children, smiling at the camera, covered in cake-batter or in the garden, too busy with plucking flowers to notice the camera, taking pictures of them. His eyes land on a picture of Aerin and Eden, a Barcelona scarf is wrapped around Aerins neck, the FC Barcelona home-kit almost hidden beneath it, while smiling widely at the camera. Eden on the other hand, has her fists raised into the air, wearing the third kit proudly. “You´re a Culer?”, he asks, curiosity suddenly sparked. Aerin looks back to Gavi, “Yes.” “Who´s your favorite player?”, he leans his back against the wall, watching how the girl helps his little cousin with his shoes. “I have many,” Aerin answers, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “And those are?”, he pries further, mostly because his ego wants her to say his name, to praise him, tell him how much she loves Gavi and how big her unhealthy obsession with him is, unaware of the fact that she´s basically admitting it to his face. “If I had to choose just one, I´d say Ousmane Dembele, but my top five are Dembele, Pedri, Araujo, De Jong and Ter Stegen,” she lists and Gavi feels every bit of his self-esteem crumble for a split second as he doesn´t hear the four letters of his shortened last name exit her plump lips. He doesn´t ask further, though. Manuel stands up from his seat, dressed and ready to leave the school. “Bye Manu,” she waves at him with a bright smile, and Manu waves back with a monotone expression.

Gavi takes the little boy up into his arms, and looks at Aerin for a second, “Adios, Maestra.”

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #gavi imagine #pablo martín páez gavira #fc barcelona #slow burn #gavi x oc

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thatsdemko · 9 months ago

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the culer- j.bellingham

masterlist | pairing: Jude Bellingham x gavi!fem!reader. summary: with the pressure of the match at hand, Jude makes an error that’ll cost him. warnings: fluff + angst + the following events in this fic are completely fictional and are not based on real life events. a/n: I dislike Real Madrid but I love Jude because he played for Borussia Dortmund.. he’ll always have a place in my heart I fear

It’s not like the words “Pablo gavis sister” were plastered against your forehead, so how was he supposed to know? it wasn’t the worst thing to happen to him, but it certainly wasn’t best when he rounded the corner and hear your soft laugh ring his ears. it was even ten times worse when his breakfast threatened to come up seeing your brothers arm around your shoulders.

you’re squished in between culers, your brothers jersey clung tight against your chest that serves as a major distraction to him. yet, he can’t actually see you. glimpses of you from the tunnel replay in his mind, the ball against his feet should be in the back of the net right now, but he’s stalling.

if he scores, your brother and his team lose. why does it matter to him anyway? this should be an exciting moment here in Barcelona with the crowd booing his name and boosting his adrenaline, so why does he care so much about you?

you’d never had more than just sex. an occasional cuddle and maybe a late night movie cozied up in his bed, but that was it. so you’re unsure why he’s playing with the ball when he’s got a 90% chance of scoring.

“just shoot the damn ball, Jude.” you mutter to yourself. the quicker he gets this over, the sooner the dread and anxiety bubbling in your stomach will fizzle out, and the sooner this is over the better chances your brother or his teammate have in evening the score.

yet there he still stands, unable to decide to shoot or to pass and the crowd wasn’t having it. Jude was usually so quick with his mind, football came easy yet this shot was the hardest one. he knows if he shoots this into the back of the net all chances with you end tonight on this pitch. he knows if he passes, all chances of his team advancing into the next round, end here.

why did it have to be him to decide the fate?

as if on cue, pablo takes the stab. he pulls Jude from his mind games, and decides to end the misery for himself and the crowd. Jude didn’t have much of a reaction time, in fact, he didn’t even put up a fight as the ball was swept from his feet.

“what the fuck man?!” his teammates shout frustrated in his inability to play the damn game.

your nails dig into your palms, watching your brother and his teammate play keep away from the Real Madrid defenders before taking the shot on net and ending the tie once in for all.

Real Madrid lost and wouldn’t advance to the next round.

a smile couldn’t form to your lips. watching Jude’s head hang low, you feel guilty. knowing he’d been riding the highs of the past couple of wins, he should be proud of the fight the team put up today. but those three minutes of torture would haunt him for the rest of his career for every time he saw you.

you.

his head picks up, eyes scanning the mass of fans the sea of red and blue all mesh together. faces booing and others cheering become a blur, but he’s sure you’re out there celebrating. you always expressed how important family was to you, and he was sure your family couldn’t of been happier.

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you shouldn’t be here. not this late. the match ended hours ago and Jude most likely wasn’t even home yet, but it didn’t stop you from pounding your knuckles against the wood door in hopes he was there. you’re the last person he probably ever wants to chat with, but you needed to check on him. you needed to make sure he wasn’t beating himself up.

you hear the lock click, the door slowly creeps open revealing his dark brown eyes scanning your body. you’d changed into sweatpants in a sweatshirt, a more casual fit than what you were used to wearing to see Jude.

“what are you doing here this late?” his posh accent floods your eardrums, your heart can’t help but thump faster as you move closer to the small crack of the door to find any signs of concern across his face.

“I came to see you.”

“I don’t want to see you.” his bitter words make your heart come to a screeching halt. it’s just the game, you tell yourself, he doesn’t mean these words he’s clearly just upset.

“you played well, ba—Jude. please don’t beat yourself up.”

the door opens up more, like he couldn’t resist. seeing your concern for him mixed his feelings about you. at first, he was done with you. said it was for the best to move on, but seeing you here? with your doe-like brown eyes staring into his, he couldn’t resist.

“I’m the laughingstock of the team now. all because I couldn’t shoot the damn ball.”

“why didn’t you?” the words come rolling off your tongue before you can even process. you’d been asking yourself the question ever since the game ended. why didn’t he just shoot the damn ball? what was stopping him? you couldn’t press the questions in your mind any further when you knew what was stopping him: you. its silly and cliche but it’s the truest that’s been gnawing at him. you were the reason he couldn’t bare to see his own rivals lose.

“I don’t want to discuss this.” his shoulders slumped. he hardly notices you’d pushed the door further and allowed yourself in. he knew your care taking tendencies couldn’t bare to see him this down.

“come on,” you guide him into his bedroom, the curtains are drawn and a Spanish soap-opera plays quietly in the corner of his room. you crawl into his bed and allow him to rest against your body. your nails rake across his skin, careful not to put too much pressure on the black forming bruises.

“you really shouldn’t be here.” he mumbles feeling his shoulders and body sink further into the depths of touch. he hates himself for this, he knows he shouldn’t be falling at the hands of his rivals sister, but yet he can’t stop himself.

“I know,” you say peppering kisses to his throbbing temple, like you knew there was too much pressure there, “I’ll deal with that tomorrow, right now I’m here to deal with you.”

“you’re the better gavi, did you know that?” Jude lifts his gaze to meet yours, your lips briefly touch enough to ghost his.

“I did know that actually.”

he may have lost the game, but one things for sure, he didn’t lose you.

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valiwrites · 3 months ago

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MASTERLIST

taking requests for them:

chelsea:

Joao Felix

tiktok prank /!(fluff)

enemies in the night /!(fluff)

brutal prank /!(angst)

when the distance hurts /!(angst)

lazy mornings /!(fluff)

close enough to kiss /!(fluff)

bringing you flowers /!(fluff)

only for you (bithday special) /!(fluff)

twisted love /!(angst, horror)

the only one i want /!(fluff)

the one /!(fluff)

tiktok trouble /!(fluff)

Pedro Neto

nothing yet

Cole Palmer

nothing yet

Marc Guiu

nothing yet

barcelona:

Pedri Gonzalez

just us /!(fluff)

Pablo Gavi

nothing yet

Lamine Yamal

cooking chaos /!(fluff)

more than enough /!(slight angst)

can't help it /!(fluff)

Marc Bernal

quiet moments /!(fluff)

eyes only for you /!(fluff)

little gestures (+ pau cubarsi) /!(fluff)

head in the clouds /!(fluff)

rain confession /!(fluff)

meeting his family /!(fluff)

doctor in training /!(fluff)

Hector Fort

the reveal /!(fluff)

Pau Cubarsí

the ignoring prank /!(fluff)

little gestures (+ marc bernal) /!(fluff)

Ferrán Torres

nothing yet

Fermin Lopez

movie night /!(fluff)

Raphinha

nothing yet

real madrid:

Jude Bellingham

nothing yet

Mbappe

nothing yet

Vini Jr

nothing yet

Arda Güler

nothing yet

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ-

⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇ ⋇⊶⊰❣⊱⊷⋇

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mouircedes · 3 months ago

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GAVI && BELLINGHAM ,, 👮🏽🧑🏻‍🌾

#pablo gavi #jude bellingham #gay football #gay men #gay boys #romance #gay couple #bots #like #messy layouts #oc x oc #gay ships #unreality #fanfic #fantasy #fanart #video #jude x gavi

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epicstreathoard · 3 months ago

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Me turning myself into 5 different Holostar fansonas, I love these boys so much

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the-offside-rule · 7 months ago

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I'm gonna start doing some more headcanon posts from now on so requests are open for headcanons now (both footballers AND drivers)

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holyblonded · 1 month ago

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consequences of my actions | golden girl

pairings: paige bueckers x black!oc

summary: paige and kenza have to deal with the repercussions of the night before

warnings: none(?)

notes: italics are spanish or Catalan; sorry for the wait i needed a break after the results of the election (we are cooked!) 😍

THE FEELING ON THE SUN AND THE SOFT HUM OF WHATEVER JULIO IGLESIAS SONG WAS CURRENTLY PLAYING, WOKE PAIGE UP FROM HER PEACEFUL SLUMBER.

Paige could tell she was in Kenza's apartment as the distinct aroma of coco butter and lavender circulated the room. The blonde's feet touched the cold floor and she was greeted by the few month old Cane Corso puppy that she and Kenza rescued from a frat house. Paige picked up Draco and carried him to the living area where Kenza was making breakfast. Setting the dog down to eat, Paige snuck up and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl.

"You always wake up so early," Paige complained as she glimpsed at the clock that read 7:24am. "Even on your off days."

Kenza smiled and she transferred the seasoned scrambled eggs to the plate and moved on to cook the salmon. "You know I need my early morning run."

Paige did know that, as it was a habit the girl picked up from her Mami. Kenza and Diana wake up bright and early at 5am to go for a daily run. Whenever her Diana held basketball camps, the same ones Paige attended, the camp would go on the run and it's safe to say Paige is not a morning person. Paige also knew she kept these runs up in Barcelona when she would send her morning pictures of her running to a cafe to get a drink.

Shaking her head at the thought, Paige kissed Kenza's cheek before going to the record player and changing the vinyl to The Supremes. Kenza laughed when Paige danced her was back to island where Kenza set their food down.

Paige grabbed Kenza's hand and pulled the girl to her before anchoring her free hand on the brunette's waist. The pair danced to Someday We'll Be Together. As Paige looked down at Kenza laughing as they clumsily tripped over their feet many times

The two sat at Kenza's island eating area, the freshly cooked breakfast, and the sunlight that streamed through the blinds and onto their skin. Paige's eyes seemed to unintentionally pierce through Kenza's soul while admiring her.

"Paige, you're gonna piss me all the way off if you keep staring at me,” Kenza said in such a sweet tone, "Wack ass blue eyes."

Paige couldn't help but laugh at the out of pocket comment before standing up and taking their plates to the sink. "I hear you, Kenny but we gotta go to the vet remember."

IMESSAGE

real madrid haters 🦅

pro yapper (jaheem)

gavi lover (leo)

mind witch (erykah)

evil twin (gavi)

lioness

KENZ

DID YOU SEE TSR

evil twin

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SEND IT

pro yapper

aye kenza you gotta get your

lick back and punch that nigga

evil twin

i’m with jaheem

mind witch

NOT THE CURRENT

CONCERN

lioness

ONG

EVERYONE THINKS

YOU AND PAIGE ARE DATING

.... are you 👀

pro yapper

wait a cotton picking minute

they weren't dating all this time?

lioness

...why are you even the gc 🫥

KENZ RESPOND

pro yapper

y'all know she ain't gonna

respond

she's at the vet rn

check her lo

mind witch

WHY DIDNT YOU SAY

THAT EARLIER

pro yapper

alr y'all gonna piss me off

Kenza sighed as she was on the phone with her manager that was rapidly speaking Catalan. Kenza toyed with a magazine at the vet's office, waiting for Draco.

"Caterina, please calm down. You're in town at the office, right? I'll swing by after the vet appointment and we can get it all sorted out, mkay?" Kenza responded in Catalan and decided not to give the older woman a chance to respond. "Great! Bye, love you." Kenza hung up and threw her head back with a groan, running her hands across her face. She glanced at her phone, seeing the Barcelona group chat blow up, likely teasing the baby of the group about the situation. Kenza looked across the room where Paige stood, seemingly dealing with the same situation with her manager.

"Draco has officially gotten his five month shots," the vet announced to Paige and Kenza. With Paige still on the phone, Kenza got up to grab Draco who was seemingly excited as he got a new toy.

"Draco! Were you a good boy?" Kenza crouched down to pet the overly energetic dog as he basically tried to climb her.

"Just make sure to schedule his next appointment," the vet told Paige, who just got off the phone and was standing behind Kenza and Draco.

The pair thanked the vet and strolled to the Kenza's Porsche Cayenne in the parking garage. Paige opened the door for Kenza before putting Draco in her lap.

"My manager and your manager want to meet together," Paige told the girl as she started the car. Paige always drove when it was just her and Kenza. Mostly because Paige was afraid of the way Kenza drove, but also for safety purposes.

Kenza groaned for what felt like the millionth time that day, "Who even recorded that video? This is dumb."

"You come to America to further your education. Yet somehow, you get into more trouble here than Barcelona!" Caterina scolded Kenza like a toddler who drew on the walls. Caterina has been Kenza's manager since she started at La Masia and started to see Kenza as her first born after a while. That being said, whenever Kenza made poor decisions, she got a lecture not only from Alexia but Caterina too. "Nena, do you need another media training course? Because you might be asking for it at this point!"

Kenza stayed silent ask Paige and her manager walked in, making Caterina take a seat, "After this, you will call Alexia and explain to her."

Kenza's head shot up to look her manager in the eye for the first time since she got there. "Cat, no."

"Paige, Kenza, while the situation that occurred isn't a big deal when you look at it, the media has made it one. But, we have found a way to turn this into positive press." Caterina started, crossing her legs, "Both fanbases seem to like you together and we are going to profit on that. In order to outweigh the negativity of the situation, the two of you are going to fake date."

#golden girl series #barca femini x reader #paige bueckers x reader #woso x reader #alexia putellas x teen!reader #fc barcelona #barcelona femeni

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oliviablancmom · 8 months ago

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"Pedriiii - Part III"

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x singlemom!OC

Themes: Fluff, Angst.

N/A: So, it's finally here!!! I'm sorry for the delay, but it was hard to write this chapter, either because I piled up my work, or because the characters took a while to talk to me, now they can't stay quiet. I know I said this would be the last chapter, but I can't do math, so this is probably the penultimate one and the next one will be the last (or not, idk). Anyway, enough talking because you guys waited a long time for this. Enjoy!!!!

Pedri was a patient person, his profession demanded it. During the 90 minutes or more that he touched the ball on the field and created plays in anticipation of goals, he knew he needed patience to reach the right moment to achieve his objective. He knew patience because of his injuries and the recovery time he had to deal with, as well as the hurtful comments that cast doubt on his talent, effort, and dedication. Patience sometimes eluded him during a game when a referee made a wrong call or overlooked something on the field. Patience sometimes eluded him when the boys teased him during training.

But lately patience eluded him when it came to her... Isabella Harver was driving him crazy, and that, at the moment, was beyond his clear attraction to the woman since the first time he saw her. It had more to do with the fact that she had been ignoring him since the last night they spent together, where everything ended chaotically, with no explanation from her. And that was bothering him, not the lack of explanation itself. Pedri could deduce how complicated the situation was from what he witnessed, but not knowing how Axel was, how they both were, hurt him more than he expected. Pedri wanted to understand what was happening, wanted to help in some way, and wanted to understand how someone could leave a child like Axel in that way. The player himself didn't understand his obsession with the incident; he didn't have the right to explanations. But something inside him tightened every time he remembered the child's anguished cry and Isa's frightened look.

"You know, if it were me receiving the news that I could play again, I'd be more excited than this," Gavi pointed at Pedri. "Is Isa still keeping you in the dark?" Pedri looked annoyed at Gavi. " What? You're pretty obvious about your feelings towards her. Your luck is that you don't run into her much around here," Gavi shrugged, and Pedri threw a towel at his face. "Your reaction just proves my point..."

"There's no feelings, it's just..." Pedri couldn't finish his sentence as he was interrupted by Gavi bursting into laughter, causing Pedri to roll his eyes.

"Dude, you've been drooling over her since the first time you saw her. I'm your best friend, you can admit it to me," Gavi said after calming down.

"It's complicated," Pedri says after a few seconds of silence.

"I think you guys are making it more complicated than it is," Gavi concluded patting Pedri's shoulder and letting him alone with his thoughts. Pedri thought Gavi was right, but he also had a point. It was true, that the woman had a strange magnetism that attracted him, but there was everything else that made their relationship complicated that he couldn't simply ignore.

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Isa was sitting at her father's kitchen table, watching Axel bake a cake with Gianna, or rather, his "Gigi" as the little boy called the older woman, his grandfather's girlfriend, who despite loving the child, joked that she was too young to be called a grandmother, yet. Isa loved the affection she had for Axel, and was grateful for her presence in her father's life, and theirs too, after all, who else would teach Axel to cook considering Isa was a disaster in the kitchen?

"Can we add M&Ms? My friend Pedri loves them, so I can bring him some cake tomorrow," Axel suggested eagerly.

"Of course we can, it's your cake," the older woman said, kissing the child's head as he celebrated excitedly.

He didn't even seem like the scared child from two nights ago when she picked him up from his paternal grandparents' house. Just remembering the state he was in made Isa feel sick to her stomach. The situation had gone too far, and she wouldn't allow it to happen again.

"Axel talks a lot about Pedri," Isa looked at her father, who had approached quietly, and as she faced him, she just knew he wanted to ask something, but he would never do it directly.

"He befriended with some players." She shrugged backing her attention to her son.

"He also told me he was the one who brought you guys home that night," the man continued in his not-so-subtle attempt to extract something from his daughter.

"Yes, we were at a barça event, and I needed a ride, and he was the only sober one..." The man smiled gently at his daughter; he knew her better than anyone and knew her ways of avoiding a subject.

"When are you and Axel going back to your house?" He asked.

"Are you kicking us out? Don't you love us anymore?" Isa pouted dramatically, earning an eye roll from the older man.

"I adore having you around... Especially when it's by choice and not because you're running away from someone, even though, I don't know from who you are hiding," Isa turned to the man, confused.

"You can't let that man and his family continue to torment you and Axel, Isabella. You shouldn't even be trying to get close to those people."

"Those people, are Axel's family too."

"They don't care about him, and you know it. They only care about making your life a hell"

Isa didn't answer, not knowing exactly how she should respond even though she knew her father was right, she tried to have a good relationship with them because of Axel, but since that night some days ago, she was willing to give up on that, her child didn't deserve all that stress.

"He's going to invite him to his birthday," Isa looked confused at her father. "Pedri!" He exclaims. "I'm just informing you that I won't tolerate any trouble in my house, if this is going to cause trouble, it's better to tell Henry and his family not to come." Isa looked surprised at the man, as if she had been caught doing something, the older man's eyes indicated that he knew something, and that made the woman feel a strange feeling.

"There won't be an trouble, why would be?" She asked nervously as she got up.

"My beloved and favorite daughter..." The ironic smile on her father's face made Isa roll her eyes.

"It would be strange if I weren't, been your only one" she responded mimicking his tone.

"I know you think you're subtle, but you have the most emotive and transparent eyes there are," he said, kissing Isa's head, who didn't respond.

Her father's remark left a bitter taste and a strange sensation in her core. Isa was aware of her not-so-small attraction to the player, but it was just that, attraction. She couldn't develop feelings, let alone be expressive about them. She sighed in frustration as she drove to the training center, just hoping not to encounter the player.

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"Hey, guys," Ferran says as he enters the physiotherapy room. "Look, Pedri. Who I bumped into on my way here," Pedri lifted his eyes from his phone towards his friend. "Mini you."

"Pedriiii" Axel said, running into the physiotherapy room, but stopped and walked slowly to the bed where Pedri was lying.

"Hey buddy, I didn't see you these days," Pedri said to the little boy, who leaned against the bed, resting his head and attentively watching every move of the physiotherapist. "Are you okay?"

"Mom is looking for schools for me," he said rolling his little eyes, eliciting laughter from the players.

"I feel you, buddy," Ferran said, running his hand through Axel's hair. "Can I do it too?" Axel asked after a few minutes of silence while watching the physiotherapist tape the small electrical wrist electrodes onto Pedri's leg to start the treatment. The physiotherapist looked at Pedri as if asking for permission, and the player felt his chest warm at the thought of being responsible for the little boy.

"Won't it be too strong for him?" Pedri asked, concerned. The man smiled at him, shaking his head.

"I'll set it to a low frequency. It'll feel like tickles." Pedri then looked at Axel, who was looking at him expectantly, waiting for the player's response.

"Alright, let's do it, buddy," Pedri laughed as the little boy jumped excitedly. The doctor picked him up and placed him on the bed next to Pedri.

"If only all my players were this excited about physiotherapy sessions," the older man said with a sigh, making Pedri laugh.

"I'm quite cooperative."

"I won't comment, so as not to embarrass you in front of the child."

"I'm not worse than Gavi," Pedri said offended.

"You're impatient, and Gavi is... Well, Gavi," Pedri chuckled. "Come on, little buddy, I'm going to turn it on, let me know if it hurts."

Axel nodded, reaching out his hand for Pedri to hold, and the player promptly held. Axel closed one of his eyes in expectation, but as soon as it started he let out a laugh.

"Aw, it tickles," Axel laughed with wide eyes looking at the player.

"Oh, I wish mine was just a tickle..." Ferran sighed as he lay down on the examination table. Pedri nodded in agreement and then turned his attention to Axel, who seemed frustrated.

"Is everything okay, buddy?" The little boy looked at Pedri and made a face.

"This is boring, can I take it off?" Pedri chuckled at the child's impatience. In the short time he had known Axel, he knew Axel was too energetic and talkative for a physiotherapy session.

"Of course, let me help you." Pedri leaned over to remove the equipment from Axel's leg. Once he finished, the little boy jumped off the table excitedly and began walking around the room, examining every detail.

Pedri and Ferran laughed as they watched him carefully follow the physiotherapist, curious about the man's work. Then Axel grabbed a band and went over to Pedri, mimicking the therapist's movements.

"You've lost your job, Mattia," the older man chuckled as he watched the scene unfold.

After exploring everything in the room and asking about each piece of equipment, Axel grew tired and went to sit on the same examination table as Pedri, his little legs on the player's lap. He casually recounted to Pedri about the schools he had visited with his mother. The little boy didn't seem as scared as when Isa had found him that night, but he also wasn't the same boy the player had gotten used to, which intrigued and worried Pedri.

Before he could continue the conversation with the boy, the scent of the perfume that had been etched in his mind hit him, and immediately his eyes darted to the door. And there she was, three days since he last saw the woman, and she looked even more beautiful. Realizing where his thoughts were, he shook his head. He was angry at her; she had put him in various kinds of situations and simply disappeared, leaving him in the dark, confused, and distressed with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Axel... What did I say about you wandering around?" Axel jumped in surprise at the woman's voice. The reaction made Pedri laugh.

"Hi, Mommy... But it was just a little bit, just to get here, then I sat down, right Pedri?" Axel said in a sweet voice, clearly attempting to deceive his mother, and Pedri had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at the boy's excuse. "Right, Pedri?" He repeated, poking Pedri.

"Oh sure, he sat the whole time," Pedri said, looking at Isa, and noticed she was also holding back laughter.

"Oh, great. You found someone else to cover for you besides your grandpa. You can't be friends if you're going to be against me," she said, crossing her arms. Axel shrugged with a mischievous smile. "We need to go home, baby," she said, and Axel's smile faded. He stood up and moved behind the player, hugging his neck.

"No, I want to stay here," he said in a whiny voice. Pedri looked at Isa as if seeking answers. The woman sighed and sat on the examination table next to the player, her mere proximity already causing sensations in Pedri.

"Axel, sweetheart. You need to let Pedri get back to his physiotherapy; you don't want him to get back to playing?" She said softly.

"He can stay, I don't mind," Pedri said quietly to the woman, who simply nodded and leaned against the wall. Pedri and Isa's gazes didn't waver, both maintaining eye contact as if engaged in a silent conversation, seeking answers.

Isa looked away when the physiotherapist returned to the room, giving a brief smile to the woman.

"Five more minutes, and I'll let them go," he said to Isa, who just nodded, confused. "Your boys were very cooperative, one doing the exercises correctly, and the other helping me treat the other players." Upon hearing this, Pedri saw the woman's face turn red, her eyes widened, and then she began to cough. "Oh, dear. Are you alright? Would you like some water?" Mattia asked, approaching and patting the woman's back.

"It's the excitement of seeing her two boys," Ferran's voice, which Pedri thought had been sleeping until now, startled him, and the woman's coughing increased as she looked at him with a deadly glare.

"I'll wait outside," she said, leaving the room. Pedri looked at Ferran, who had a mocking smile on his face, and grabbed a bottle and threw it at him.

"What, I'm lightening the mood; the tension between you two is palpable. I was sleeping and could still feel it." Pedri decided to ignore his friend since Axel was looking at both with curiosity.

"Hey buddy, why don't you go see your mom? I'll be there in a bit." The little boy nodded and hopped off the examination table, running out of the room just as Mattia returned to release Pedri. The player then left the room, a bit apprehensive that they might have already left, but to his surprise, both were waiting in the hallway. Isa was crouched down at Axel's height, helping him search for something in his backpack.

"You can give him his later or ask Pedri to give it to him," Pedri heard Isa say to the boy.

"Hey," Pedri said, stopping beside them. "Is everything okay?" Isa just nodded.

"Here, is an invitation to my birthday party. You're coming, right?" Axel said, handing the envelope to Pedri, eagerly awaiting his response.

"Of course, buddy," Pedri said, tousling Axel's hair, who smiled excitedly and hugged Pedri's leg.

"I'll go deliver Ferran's," the boy said, turning to his mother, waiting for her approval, and as soon as she agreed, he ran back to the physiotherapy room. Pedri turned his attention to the woman who was staring intensely at him, feeling his heart race at the intensity of her gaze.

"Do you want to come with us to have some birthday cake?" She said, breaking the silence between them, and God, the softness of her voice... If she used that tone to ask the player anything, he would gladly accept.

"Is his birthday today?" Pedri asked, concerned. The boy had mentioned his birthday, but hadn't mentioned dates.

"Tomorrow. The party will be next week because of the game this weekend, but he has a cake to sing 'Happy Birthday' at midnight, it's tradition. He'll be happy if you're there;" she said, leaning against the wall. Pedri took a step towards her, coming face to face with the woman, their faces just inches apart, and he could feel her heavy breath.

"Just him?" Pedri asked, and he saw the woman furrow her eyebrows in confusion. "Will only he like it if I'm there?" he asked eagerly, Isa swallowed, her eyes scanning the player's face. "Oh... You're so beautiful" Pedri says taking a good look at her face, he lowers his face towards hers his lips brushing against hers. Pedri thought his attraction to the woman was just a result of a night out at a club. Even though he hadn't had a single drop of alcohol in his body, the atmosphere of such places always had something extra. But whether it was now, or when he caught a brief glimpse of Isa as he saw her through the training center, he knew it was something more.

"Mom, we'll need an invitation for Mattia too..." Axel's voice emerging again in the hallway causes Pedro and Isa to abruptly pull away, and Pedro is thankful because he is inches away from forgetting where they were and doing something with the woman right there.

"We'll bring it tomorrow," Isa says, her breath heavy. "Shall we go home now? We still need to stop by Pops to get your cake."

"YESSS," Axel says excitedly, then turns his attention back to Pedro. "Do you want to come to eat my cake?" Pedri smiles at the question, not at the question itself, but at the way he asked it, with the same intonation that his mother had used earlier. Isa smiled proudly at Pedri as if she understood what he was thinking.

"Of course, buddy. I'd love to."

"YAY," Axel exclaimed excitedly, jumping onto the player so that he could lift him. Pedri smiled at the little boy, planting a kiss on the top of his head, and as he walked down the hallway, with Axel in his arms and Isa by his side, his only thought was that he could and wanted to get used to this... definitively.

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The way to her father's house, it was silent, well, at least on Isa's part, considering that Axel and Pedri were engaged in an intense conversation about Axel starting at Barça's football school. Isa had even tried to join the conversation but soon stopped trying, feeling like she was intruding on something of theirs. And if she didn't know how much her son loved her, she would start feeling jealous of what he had with the player. Speaking of him, Isa was feeling nervous about his presence, and she began to wonder where her head was when she invited him to eat Axel's birthday cake, but before she knew it, the words were already coming out of her mouth, so now she has to deal with his presence, and that makes her nervous.

When she stopped in front of her father's house, she was immensely grateful that his reaction was just that of a Barcelona fan, not that of a curious father, or it would add even more to her nervousness.

The player and her father spent about 10 minutes talking about soccer, Pedri's injury, and his return to the field. Of course, the conversation between the two eventually led to Axel casually asking his grandfather, "But pops, I thought Gavi was your favorite." The question made the man choke in embarrassment, and Pedri laughed at the situation. But Isa knew her son, and for him to be "against" his grandfather, considering how close they were, the only reason was that her child was jealous of the player.

As soon as they arrived at the apartment, Axel insisted on showing the player his room, who wasn't at all surprised to see that it was all decorated in Barcelona colors. Isa listened to their interaction from the kitchen until the player's surprised tone caught her attention, and she sneakily walked to the boy's room.

"Axel, what's this?" Pedri was facing the wall, looking at Axel's photo mural, and Isa knew exactly what had caught his attention. "Is Gavi your favorite too?" he asked indignantly.

"Nooo," the boy said laughing, and Pedri turned to him with narrowed eyes.

"You're not being convincing laughing like that," the player concluded, taking a photo with his phone, probably to send to his friend.

"Show him your shirts, honey," Isa said, appearing in the doorway, catching the attention of both. Axel ran to the closet, pulling the player with him, and Isa saw the player's surprised face; Axel had several Barcelona shirts, all with the number 8 and the player's name.

"Okay, I can forgive you now, buddy," Pedri laughs, tousling Axel's hair, as he bends down to pick something from the drawer. "Of course, there's one to ruin the fun." He shows Isa the shirt with Gavi's number, making her burst into laughter.

"It's a gift from pops, I told you Gavi is his favorite," Axel says, finding the situation amusing as well.

"Axel, sweetheart, go take a shower so we can cut your cake," Isa says to her son, who eagerly runs to the bathroom. Isa was thankful every day that he hadn't yet reached the phase where children dislike bathing.

Her attention returned to the player, who was looking at her expectantly once again. Isa wasn't sure what to do; she had never brought anyone to her apartment before, and the player made her nervous.

"Let's go to the kitchen," she said in a lower tone, and Pedri nodded, following her out of the room. Along the way, he examined the various photos scattered around the place, stopping in front of another photo wall in the living room, and analyzing each one.

And Isa took the opportunity to observe him. God, he was so handsome, she thought. Everything about him, the hair, the beard. Isa had seen many comments from the player's fans asking him to get rid of the beard, but she would protest against that.

"Earth to Isabella," Isa snapped out of her thoughts when she saw the player standing right in front of her. "What were you thinking that made you blush like that?" Pedri had a playful grin on his face, that made Isa distance herself abruptly from him.

"What were you talking about?" She asked breathlessly.

"You have a photo with Gavi too," he showed the Polaroid to Isa. "Does he spend a lot of time with you guys? I'm starting to think your whole family has a not-so-subtle crush on Gavira," Pedri tried to say nonchalantly, but his clenched jaw gave away a flash of jealousy, making Isa laugh, and then she approached the player.

"Are you jealous of Gavi?" Isa felt the player's hand on her waist pulling her closer, once again her face just inches away from his, Isa could feel her heart beating so fast she was sure the player could hear it, and that was very new for her. "I took the photo to make my dad jealous. Axel and I don't joke when we say he's his favorite. Also, he spends a few days in the office after his physiotherapy and recovery sessions. He's too impatient to just watch you guys training," Isa also suspected that this wasn't the only reason he visited her in the administrative part of the training center, but she wouldn't talk about it now.

Pedri nodded and leaned in towards the woman, Isa held her breath, and before she could feel the player's lips, her phone rang. She stepped back, and Pedri muttered a curse word. As soon as she saw who it was, all the ecstasy and calmness of the moment vanished. She hung up the call, and it didn't take long for the device to beep, indicating the arrival of messages.

"Answer the damn phone!!!"

"What are you thinking!!!! Are you out of your mind? First, you invade my parents' house and take my son, and now you're hanging out with teenagers?"

Isa felt her body go cold when Henry sent numerous photos taken by fans showing her leaving the training center with Pedri and Axel in the player's arms.

"I'm coming right now, that damn player better not be with you, or I'll do something stupid. We're still married, and the judge will know that"

Isa felt her whole life being sucked out of her; she knew Henry didn't care about Axel, it wasn't about him but about her, and the mere possibility of her being with someone else.

"Pedri, you better go," Isa said, turning to the player who was looking at her attentively.

"What happened?" He asked, concerned. He tried to approach, but Isa stepped back, feeling tears rolling down her face.

"Isa... You're just like that night, you need to tell me what's going on." He tried to get closer again, and once again Isa backed away, she saw the hurt expression on the player's face, and it hurt her own heart a little.

"This can't keep happening, you leaving me in the dark like this... Seeing you like this, seeing how Axel was that night, it's tormenting me," Pedri said impatiently.

"This is none of your business," Isa said firmly, wiping the tears from her face. Pedri opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, he ran his hand through his beard in an irritated gesture. Isa saw her phone vibrating again, and another message from Henry appeared

"Is this why you're asking for a divorce? Oh baby, if you think I'm going to let that boy near you..."

"Go away, Pedri," Isa repeated. Pedri didn't respond, he just turned and left the apartment.

"Pedriiii" Axel's voice calling the player from the room was all it took for Isa to collapse into uncontrollable tears.

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Pedri was relieved to be back on the team's list for a match after his injury recovery time. The medical department was still cautious about clearing him, and with the Champions League quarterfinal games coming up, he would have to endure one more match before being on the field. But just being able to be on the bench with his teammates already felt like a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. However, he couldn't ignore a certain heaviness weighing on his chest, and it was ruining his mood, with the person responsible just a few meters away from him in the tunnel leading to the field, too focused on her phone to notice anything around her.

"Dude, she's gonna melt if you keep staring at her like that," Ferran said, approaching his friend. "I thought HR was clear with you guys, and you're not being subtle at all."

Pedri rolled his eyes at the memory of what happened. After leaving the woman's apartment, his phone received a flood of notifications with tags on his photo with Isa and Axel, leading them both to explain to HR. Well, Isabella explained, claiming they were just colleagues, and that her son was a big fan and happened to run into the player in the parking lot, and that was their only interaction. Pedri was shocked at how easily the woman lied, or rather, omitted information, as she left out that a large part of their interaction occurred when they both were naked.

Pedri could feel the same irritation he felt on the day of the meeting returning at that moment, especially when he saw a man in Atlético's coaching staff approaching the woman. Pedri saw the woman's entire body language change suddenly, assuming a more defensive posture, and this intrigued him.

Pedri could hear Ferran talking beside him, but he wasn't paying attention to what he was saying exactly, his focus completely on the woman. And when the man grabbed Isa's arm forcefully, pulling her towards him with his finger in her face, Pedri saw red, his legs moving before he could think to do so. He heard Ferran calling him, but his voice was already distant, Pedri pushed the man hard, getting him off Isa.

"Look, one of your kids is here," the man said in an ironic tone, and that was enough for Pedri to punch him in the face, and soon they were grappling with each other. And that was enough for a general commotion to start in the tunnel, players pushing players, coaching staff from both teams trying to break up the fight. Pedri felt a hand on his arm, squeezing it tightly, pulling him away from the crowd.

"You can't do this!" The woman's voice brought him back from his trance suddenly, he was alert to everything around him again, notice that he was in another room, he looked at Isa, who had a furious look on her face.

"Are you okay?" Pedri asked, approaching the woman, holding her face between his hands, Isa looked at him confused.

"If I'm okay?" She asked incredulously, Pedri lowered his eyes to the woman's arm, which bore the marks of the man's grip, and again he felt anger consuming him. "Do you have any idea what you've done? The trouble you've caused me, that you've caused both of us?" She asked, getting agitated.

"I was defending you!" Pedri shouted back.

"I didn't ask for that, I didn't ask for your help!" Pedri raised his arms mockingly.

"Can you stop with this nonsense? You can't sleep with me, tell me 'it's not like that,' use your sweet tone of voice with me, claim my skin and thoughts, and then say it's none of my business." Isa opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, the door swung open abruptly, instinctively Pedri pulled Isa behind him.

"What the hell was that? Have you gone crazy?" Pedri relaxed when he saw it was just Xavi, a very angry Xavi, and he knew he had messed up. The coach looked at Pedri's hand holding Isa's wrist. "Don't tell me you got into a fight over a woman, Pedri. Over a woman you and her swore was nothing when HR asked." He said in a calmer tone of voice.

"I was just defending min..."

"I told you not to tell me!" Xavi exclaimed annoyed. "Do you know the mess you've caused? This could cost us a lot. You're not gonna be on the bench, you're suspended, go home, Pedri." Pedri tried to say something but was soon stopped by Xavi, who was furious again. The door swung open again, and a member of the communication team entered the room.

"Isabella, we need you here, the match referee wants explanations, but the Atlético communication team wants to talk to you first," the girl called for Isa, who untangled herself from Pedri, before leaving the room she gave one last look at the player, and then left for good. Pedri turned around angrily, kicking the chair that was there.

"I guess your brother won't be able to deny this rumor on social media, right?" Xavi said breaking the silence, Pedri looked up to see his coach and could tell the older man had a slight smirk on his face. "Did you at least hit him properly?" Pedri just nodded, and Xavi gave a proud smile, patting the player's shoulder. "Go home, kid," said the older man leaving the room.

Pedro was soon escorted out of the stadium by a member of the coaching staff. Pedri didn't see Isa anymore, and that annoyed him, his phone soon beeped indicating a message from HR, for a new meeting, he rolled his eyes and before he could block the phone, a message from an unknown number arrived.

"I appreciate what you did, but this can't happen, things like this can ruin my, and especially your career. This was a mistake from the beginning, and whatever is happening or has happened between you and me, it's over here. Everything between us will be strictly professional. Please respect my decision, and I hope this doesn't ruin your friendship with Axel!!"

Pedri felt his heart tighten, and his breath caught in his throat, he always reassured his friends and himself, that everything between him and the woman was just a physical attraction, but at that moment, with that message, he was sure there was something more, and as much as she denied it, Pedri knew there was something more from her side too, but if she wanted to run away from it, and wanted everything to be professional, then, so be it.

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N/A: Again, I apologize for the delay. I hope you liked it. I've revised this chapter many times, BUT as I promised to post it today, something must have slipped, I promise to review it during the week. Thank you for all the comments, likes, reblogs, and asks, I LOVE seeing your reaction and opinion, it warms my heart!!

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri #pedriiii #gavi imagine #ferran torres #fc barcelona #pedri gonzalez imagine

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smicksstuff · 9 months ago

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Could you write more SMAU’s for Marc Guiu and Héctor Fort?

Secrets

hectorfort! x reader!, marcguiu!xreader!, siblings!xreader!

summary: join elizabeth as she makes her comeback into the football scene. rumours arise about her new bae but are the rumours true ? make shocking discoveries as ellie sets the record straight.

oc: Elizabeth (Ellie) Sainz

elliesainz

Barcelona

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elliesainz i’m back babyyyy !!

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pedri looking stunning as ever !! 😍😍😍

elliesainz 🫶🏽

pablogavi mi favourito is back

elliesainz ❤️❤️

hectorforrt_ my partner in crime is back ❤️

elliesainz shits about to go downnnn

pablogavi no no not more pranks

elliesainz 🤨🤫🤐😈

hectorforrt also why does gavi get a pic and not me

elliesainz you refused to take one

pablogavi she just likes me more 🤫

hectorforrt geez the things i do for this girl and this is what i get 🙄

user1 “this girl” bros jealous his friend is getting more attention than him

user7 omg is she the one that people have been spotting with hector ?

marcguiu9 god i missed youu 🥹❤️ (comment deleted)

marcguiu9 besties back 😍

elliesainz never ever leaving again 😙

user1 geeez who is this girl ???

user2 she got all the boys whipped

user3 ngl she’s got me whipped tooo

user4 this is elliesainz she is a local restaurant owner. she has a little cafe bar in Barcelona called Offside. They have one of the best paellas and drinks. she is quite famous in the barca community !

user2 she aint nobody 😳

user6 she is one hot chef

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user6 no way marcguiu9 just liked my comment

user7 bestiee is there smth going on ??

user8 ngl they would make a cute couple

user3 nahhh my bets are still on her and hector, they have known each other since forever.

hectorforrt_

Barcelona

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hectorforrt_ we are getting the gang back together

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elliesainz i love you guysss 🥹🩷

marcguiu9 what will i do without you guys

hectorforrt_ absolutely nothing

elliegonzales i second that ✊🏽

marcguiu9 geez thanks guys 😑

user3 shipping hector and ellie so bad now

user7 same bestie, samee

elliesainz posted on her story

hector and chef - trending on X

text messages between hector and ellie

elliesainz & hectorforrt_

Barcelona

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elliesainz thank you papa for my big brother who plays professional football. hectorforrt_ i love you but i love your friends a little more 😗❤️

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hectorforrt_ can’t believe im being used for my friends

elliesainz but i said i love you 🥹

hectorforrt_ 🙄

elliegonzales 😞

user3 BROTHER ???? HERMANO ???

user3 hold UPP !! OMG ive been shipping them together for so long

user1 i need 1-3 years to get over this 🤡

user2 ngl i see the resemblance now

emilygonzales I CALLED THIS ON X

pablogavi FINALLY one less secret to keep

elliesainz i had to save you

marcguiu9 i love my sibling besties 🩷

hectorforrt_ yeah but you love me more

marcguiu9 depends

hectorforrt_ on what ?

marcguiu9 well she can cook. you cant do it to save your life

elliesainz awww you love me moree ✊🏼🩷

marcguiu9 🤐🤐🤐

user7 wait how are they related ??

user4 if im not wrong her dad remarried after her mom passed on.

user7 oh, im so sorry for her.

user4 i think its been a secret because her dad didnt want her to be in the media too much. he didn’t want her to be picked on given her past.

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p1astories · 4 months ago

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# 𝐏𝟏𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 — navigation.

free palestine. — bookworm history nerd / swimmer | bisexual | asian-british | she / her | 🧺🌺🪿🪭

— #ALT ACCOUNTS !

# @f1-and-shiz

— formula one blog | #🍒🪩🍾

— #WORKS !

#OCs

nothing here yet !

#READER INSERT

# PG8 —

IMAGINES :

nothing here yet !

BLURBS :

# — 6:15 AM. work in progress ! will be out soon.

— #GUIDELINES !

# absolutely no — smut ( not yet ) , racism , homophobia , transphobia , disrespect or anything of the sort — you will be immediately blocked and reported.

# i write — x gender neutral ! reader and x female ! reader , smau , imagine , blurb , series.

# i write for — ( # — FOOTBALL :: pedri , gavi , ferran torres , joao felix , marc guiu , lamine yamal , hector fort , jamal musiala , florian wirtz , kai havertz , joshua kimmich , ruben dias , pau cubarsi , cole palmer , robin le normand , pablo torre , lena oberdorf , alexia putellas , manuel neuer , alessia russo , julian alvarez , fermin lopez , marc bernal , martin odegaard , jule brand , federico chiesa , scott mctominay , kenan yildiz , son heung - min , jude bellingham , riccardo calafiori , leah williamson , lucas bergvall , rasmus hojlund , pablo torre , thomas muller , mason mount , alejandro garnacho , bukayo saka , arda guler , ona batlle , aitana bonmati

( # — FORMULA ONE :: franco colapinto , oscar piastri , paul aron , jack doohan , max verstappen , arthur leclerc , kimi antonelli , ollie bearman , rbr ! sebastian vettel , jenson button

( # — OLYMPICS :: keegan palmer , leon marchand ,

( # — FICTIONAL :: conrad oxford , eggsy unwin , percy jackson , jason grace ,

( # — ACTORS / SINGERS :: nicholas alexander chavez ,

( # — KEEP AN EYE ON THIS LIST ( above ) :: this list may be added onto a lot , as i very quickly find new people to obsess over ( lol ) or i just might not feel like writing for them anymore. also, keep in mind that this list only contains who i feel the most comfortable abt writing, but i like to be pushed out of my comfortzone once in a while :) — you may suggest someone that isn’t on this list in my ask box , and i’ll decide if i want to write them :).

# warning — probs inconsistent posting , swearing , slightly mature themes , possible violence or anything trauma inducing — i will be adding a trigger warning.

# taglist — ( if you want to be tagged when i post a fic , write ‘ # ’ under this post <3 )

c. #P1ASTORIES — 2024.

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swmzq · 5 months ago

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MASTERLIST

(requests are open)

footballers

-joão félix

-paulo dybala Juno

-pablo gavi

-ferran torres please, please, please

-pedri gonzález

-fermín lopez

-sergio ramos

-jude bellingham

-ruben dias

-neymar jr

-kylian mbappe

-others

celebrities

-taylor swift Good luck,babe!

-chappell roan

-zendaya

-glen powell

-drew starkey

-lana del rey

-austin butler

-cillian murphy

-jacob elordi

-timothée chalamet

-80s roger taylor

-80s brian may

-others

characters

-borhap!roger taylor

-tyler owens

-borhap!john deacon

-eric(a quiet place: day one)

-neil lewis

-felix catton

-oliver quick

-others

what I’ll write

-smut

-fluff

-angst

-fem x fem

-fem x male

-gn!reader x oc

-headcanons

-fics

-drabbles

-love triangles

what I don’t write

-oc x oc

-homophobia

-threesome (I have nothing against it but I’m just not good at writing smut like this)

-incest

-racism

-rape

-piss kink

-etc

that’s it bye for now!

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footoballrps · 1 year ago

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ayo ! new to the glorious game of football, seriker caught my eye and here i am now, obsessed and learning !

this is a discord rp plot call for football rpf and football oc x oc rps !

* currently only writing m x m ships.

20+ long-term writing partners only ! open to plotting, texts, headcanons, nsfw. mutual respect and communication of limits and triggers important.

some of the ships i am currently familiar with and looking to write are — seriker (sergio ramos · iker casillas), modramos / ramodric (sergio ramos · luka modric), modkroos (luka modric · toni kroos) · · · and bellingavi (jude bellingham · pablo gavi), pedrigavi (pedri gonzalez · pablo gavi), pedribell (pedri gonzalez · jude bellingham) · · · and jamieroy / kentartt ( roy kent · jamie tartt), tedependent (ted lasso · trent crimm) and more of the football ships you'll introduce me to !

like this post or message me and we can get this going ! it's already so rare to find such rps, so i am looking forward to this quite the bit. hope to hear from y'all soon !

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xandraspalace · 2 years ago

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Where the Heart Settles

----- Where the Heart Settles || Banzoin Hakka [HOLOSTARS EN]x GN! Reader - Birthday Fiction

Summary : Hakka used to think that a garden was nothing more than just a place filled with various flowers. However, on his birthday, you proved him wrong. Hakka found himself settling his heart in a safest haven, the garden you made only for him.

WC : 2421 words.

Warning : Grammar errors, fluff with a hint of angst, hint of TEMPUS lore, Ikemen Sengoku references, MLQC references, etc.

Featured Characters : An unnamed friend (OC), Gavis Bettel (mentioned), Josuiji Shinri (mentioned), and Magni Dezmond (mentioned).

Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : IT’S MY FAVORITE BIRD’S BIRTHDAY AND FOR ONCE I MANAGED TO POST THE BIRTHDAY FICTION ON TIME YEYYYY:D

Other Platforms : [MEDIUM] [TWITTER]

INDEED. From the outside, your tea shop might look like just a normal shop. That's not wrong at all. You actually run a tea house in your homeland, Xenokuni. However, everything changed when the Jester came to you. Your shop is no longer an ordinary tea house. It now also serves as an information base specifically for Adventurer's Guild TEMPUS.

You don't remember why you agreed to that. But one thing you know that once the war was over, you had to part ways with your significant other because the Jester took him to the TEMPUS Guild headquarters. And it had been quite a while since the last time you saw him.

"I'll be fine, I promise."

To be honest, those worries never went away, not only because he left you, but also because of the eroding effects of the Records Corruption on his body after he was attacked during the war.

No one knows when they will attack again. You always get scared and anxious every time you think about it. There has been no peace since the people of Xenokuni questioned the validity of Utopia that the elites of Elysium had idealized.

“Today is his birthday,” you glanced at the digital clock in the room and sighed, feeling a little disappointed. You wanted to celebrate his birthday with him too.

You don't know, but perhaps the divine forces heard your complaint and answered your wish. The sound of—specifically—okobo sandals hitting the floor can be heard clearly by your ears. However, you ignored whoever it was, considering that your close friend who also works at your tea shop was up front to greet customers.

But not long after, your friend split the curtain door open to see you. They stood there with a wide smile, it made you confused. “[Y/N],” they called, excitement could be heard in their calm voice.

"What, are they our customers who want tea or clients who need information?" you asked.

“You have a guest.”

With hesitation, you asked again, "I have a guest?"

However, your question was answered when your friend stepped back, making way for someone. From behind the curtain, you saw a figure that you would never have thought of. Your eyes widen in disbelief.

You missed this person so much. It would be a lie if you didn't expect a little bit about his sudden arrival, but you also can't hope too much because of his busy life now as a member of the Guild TEMPUS. But one thing you were sure of was that the divine forces did heard your complains about just a moment ago.

“Hakka…?” you called his name, approaching him slowly. “Is that really you?” That was a stupid question, you admit to yourself.

The purple-haired man smiled gently at you. "Of course it’s me. Is there any coolest and cutest exorcist that is better than me here? Tell me who it is!”

It was him.

You could confirm it from his antics. Your hand reached for his face, making sure that he wouldn’t disappear when you touch him. You looked down to see one last thing that could prove it was really him.

You lifted one of the Hakka's hands gently, his eroded one. When you saw the traces of the corruption on his right hand, you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. “Oh, right. It is you,” you laughed shakily, probably because of the tears you were trying to hold back.

Hakka also raised his right hand to hold yours that was cupping his cheek. "I'm home," he whispered softly.

You finally pulled him into a hug. Hakka also rested his chin on your crown. He embraced you with such tenderness while whispering sweet nothings.

Being in his arms again made you realize ... he is your home, no matter how far you two were apart.

Since Hakka left for Guild TEMPUS, you have prepared something for him when he comes back. His arrival on a birthday was perfect, so you could show the things you prepared for him as a gift.

You told Hakka there was a place you wanted to show him. You also warned him that this place would be dangerous to visit. The reason why is because this place you were going to visit has the most and strongest concentration of Records Corruption residue. You even call it the Xenokuni’s residue center of Records Corruption.

But because you told Hakka it would be a birthday gift for him, he agreed to go there with you. He paid no heed to the actual danger he was about to approach. You'd think there would be at least a bit of trauma reactions from him because of what happened to him during the war. But it seemed that he really was the coolest exorcist because he was not afraid of any dangers and obstacles before him.

"You guys will have a date?" your friend, who was serving some customers, asked.

"Not really a date, but we will take a little stroll," you answered. “You wouldn’t mind looking after the shop by yourself for a bit, right?”

Your friend laughed lightly and shook their head. "Of course I don't mind. And Hakka,” they turned to the Tengu. “I wish you a happy birthday. I thought you came here because you or someone from the guild needed information. Turns out you actually came here to meet your darling.”

Hakka touched his chest, acting dramatic. "Ouch, that's hurting me, you know?" Hakka and your friends laughed, making you smile with them.

Right after that, Hakka took something out from inside of his white kimono cloth that covered his black shirt. “Here.” Hakka took out an envelope and handed it to your friend.

"What is this?" they asked.

“Letter from Dad,” he loud-whispered to them you could hear him. "He really misses you."

You looked at your friend with teasing gazes and chuckled. “Looks like you guys miss each other. It's not a one-sided feeling."

Your friend received the letter from the Tengu. Shades of pink blushed their cheeks.

Hakka grabbed your hand to quickly step out of the tea house. “Bye, Mom! We're off."

"I'm not your mother!" they protested, but did not seem to hate it.

Before actually leaving, once again Hakka shouted, “Shinri's my dad, so you're my mom. See you!”

“Don't tease them too much,” you laughed while walking out of the tea house with him.

"It's okay. They need to know that Shinri is missing them as well." He took your hand in his. "Let's go. Should we jump down to the spot you mentioned or walk to enjoy the view instead?”

You giggled. "Let's take a walk. I want to enjoy, not only the view, but also spending time with you too.”

"That's a great idea."

With that, hand in hand, you went to the place where your gift for him was.

After a while of walking, you and Hakka finally arrived at your destination. You stared into the misty abyss in front of you. The concentration of Record Corruptions residue at the bottom of the abyss made your stomach sick. Your legs felt weak, as if you were tired. You're not sure how you came to this place for the past few months.

“Careful there.” Hakka wrapped once of his arms around your waist, making sure you didn't fall. The Tengu looked at you with a worried look.

Hakka felt the same way as how you feel. But thanks to his Karasutengu Data, Hakka could still stand and make sure he didn’t fall because of the corruption residue concentrations

“Hakka, let's go there,” your muttered weakly, pointing a dark, narrow alley. You tried to stand still. "There's a nice place at the end of the alley. I think that place has not been touched by the residue of Records Corruption," you explained.

Hakka gave you a curious look. While helping you, the two of you entered the alley way.

When you and Hakka reached there, the exorcist dropped his jaw in surprise, his periwinkle eyes was perfectly rounded. “What is… this…?” Hakka was speechless with what he saw before him. He felt like he was in a different world.

A bed of flowers stretched out in front of him. It wasn't that wide, but what was before him can spoil his eyes and it could rest his mind which was previously spinning abysmally because of the corruption residue concentration outside.

"It's a small garden," you answered his previous question. You looked at the garden fondly. “I found this place a while after you and Shinri left to join the headquarters members. Before you left, the Jester had asked me to take a few samples of the corruption residue, and the alley way caught my attention, then I found this place,” you once again explained.

Hakka listened to you carefully and you continued, “I noticed that the soil in this place is more fertile than most of the land in Xenokuni after the battle. I sent a sample of the residue that the Jester requested along with a letter containing a report about this place. Sir Dezmond replied to the report and said it seems that this place was indeed left untouched during the battle. The influence of the Records Corruption didn’t reach this place.”

What you said earlier was true. The place seemed untouched by the influence of Records Corruption at all. That place was so fresh and calming, as if it was a world apart from Elysium which is always filled with an unobtrusive aura, despite its beautiful scenery. The exorcist took a deep breath, feeling the fresh air.

A thin, soft smile touched Hakka's lips. "It's beautiful," he uttered, lightly chuckling.

A few moments after gazing at the garden, Hakka noticed how neat the garden was. The corner of the garden had been fenced in with wooden pickets. Flowers of all shapes and colors grew out of its well-tended soil. He wasn't sure everything could be this neat without someone’s hands.

"I grew all of these flowers and tended it ever since Sir Dezmond said I could plant this place with flowers and trees." As if you were reading his mind, your statement succeeded in answering Hakka’s curiosity. You smiled sweetly. “I thought I'll take care of this garden and show you someday. Apart from being located near the Records Corruption residue center, this place has become my safest haven when I need a place to clear my mind.”

Hakka looked at you in surprise. But if you look at his smile and eyes, curiosity, excitement, and pride was mixed together. “You did all this?!”

Seeing his expression, you laughed lightly. “Yup! You came here at the right time—it's your birthday, so can you consider this as your birthday present?”

"You mean... you tended these flowers for me?"

You nodded, “Do you like it—woah!”

“I love it!” Hakka interrupted your question with an instant answer as he jumped on you, hugging you tightly. You and Hakka bursted out laughing. "Are you going to continue to take care of this garden until later?" he asked.

“You bet!” You looked at him with a prideful smile. “When Xenokuni is more stable, when Elysium is fine again, I want people to see this garden too. I want to prove to them that even in the midst of despair, there is still hope blooming for us to hold on to.”

Before the war erupted, Xenokuni was a very beautiful place. The spring usually beautifies every corner of the land. The garden was like a mini version of Xenokuni's condition before the battle.

Hakka could practically see the love and devotion that had been poured into each and every flower. The sight was overwhelming yet feeling so good.

“Happy birthday, Hakka.” As he stood there in amazement, you reached out and took his hand, smiling somewhat bashfully. "Years from now, I hope we'll still be together and come out to see these flowers again."

In the hands of the elites of Elysium, Hakka never knows what will happen in the future. However, seeing you who were so committed and confident about the future, he couldn’t bear to destroy your hopes. The sights you mentioned—a stable Xenokuni without war, and a beautiful Elysium without dictatorship of the elites—Hakka really wanted to see those sights. He wanted to see the end result of his and the rest of Guild TEMPUS’ hard works.

Hakka hold your hands tight in his. “What are you talking about? Of course we will always be together. Where are you going? You're stuck with me for a really, really long time."

It might sound like a joke, but Hakka wasn’t joking at all. He was very serious about what he said. His bluish violet eyes painted dedication and compassion.

The spring breeze blew, not carrying the gray vibes of Xenokuni, but the scent of the flowers you tended to so beautifully. In your heart, you felt so proud of your gift for him, seeing how calm Hakka was when he's with you.

You noticed your hands he was holding. Hakka looked back at you with a beautiful smile on his face. He pulled you into a hug, embracing you so gently, protecting you from the outside world.

To the exorcist, this was what it’s like if pure, unadultred joy took form. “[Y/N],” he called your name softly.

“Yes, Hakka?” You shot him a questioning look as he smiled and looped his arms around you, drawing you closer.

“Thank you... Thank you so much... Thank you for being with me...”

Hakka used to think that a garden was nothing more than a place filled with various flowers. It was indeed beautiful, and colorful, and sweet. But it was just what it was. However, in that moment, you proved him wrong. Hakka found himself settling his heart in that very place. He found himself a safe haven, only for you and him. And it was a prove that love could still bloom in the midst of despair and hopeless darkness. A place that shines so brightly in the midst of chaos, it almost felt like you two were hidden away from the rest of the world.

Since the war that destroyed Xenokuni happened, Hakka no longer believes in the concept of Utopia. But maybe, with you, he can feel what they call “perfect world.”

To him, meeting you was a blessing. You turned his world upside down, yet you do it beautifully and effortlessly.

With you, his heart settled.

Forever. -----[FIN].

Where the Heart Settles Fiction by Author Xandra April, 2023

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