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THUNDER, PAU CUBARSÍ.

→ Summary: Your family and his family are friends, and then decide to go on a vacation together. But it starts to rain and you are afraid, and you have no one to turn to except Cubarsí.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff. Romance.

→ Author's note: First fic of the Pau Cubarsí marathon.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The Greek sky during the summer was usually clear, tinged with blue and gold, reflecting the waters that lapped the islands. But that night, as if the universe itself wanted to test one’s nerves, everything was covered in dark clouds. Lightning streaked across the sky in a zigzag pattern, and thunder made the ground vibrate subtly.

She lay in her bed, the white sheets pulled up to her chin, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. The clock on the nightstand read 1:43 a.m. The sound of the rain beating against the balcony windows was constant, and although for most it would be a relaxing sound, for her, it was enough to send chills down her spine. Ever since she was a child, storms had evoked an inexplicable fear in her—something between irrational and inevitable.

She tried to distract herself. She put on her headphones, tried to listen to a calming playlist. She read a few pages of the book she had in her suitcase. Nothing worked. And when a particularly loud thunderclap made the pictures in the room shake, she sat up in bed with her heart racing.

“Irene.” She whispered to herself. The room next door belonged to Pau Cubarsí's sister, her friend since childhood. Irene would certainly understand her, or at least offer her company until the rain stopped.

Wearing only cotton shorts and a loose T-shirt, she grabbed her room key and walked out into the hallway with silent steps. The yellow light from the wall lamps cast shadows on the closed doors. She knocked lightly on Irene's door. Once. Twice. Three times.

Nothing.

She turned the doorknob. It was locked. She tried to insist by knocking harder. “Irene… open it, please.” No answer. She sighed, frustrated and a little more scared. With each new bang, she felt her body shrink.

He thought about his parents. They were in the hotel restaurant with Pau’s parents. They had mentioned that they were having a special dinner and that they would probably be back late. It was time to enjoy it without their children, they said with a smile.

Without many options, she stood there in the hallway, her bare feet on the cold floor and her heart beating fast.

That's when he noticed the door next door.

No longer.

She hesitated. They weren’t exactly close, but they’d known each other forever. Their families were very close, and that made it all the more…inevitable. They’d spent many summers together when they were kids, and now, even as teenagers—almost adults—they still talked from time to time. They’d exchanged jokes by the pool earlier, laughed together on the boat ride. But sharing a room with him? Would that be weird?

In the silence of the hallway, she heard a muffled sound coming from inside his room. Low music. Voices—TikTok. He was awake.

He bit his lower lip, took a deep breath, and knocked gently.

Seconds later, the door opened a crack. One of Pau's eyes peered through the opening, sleepy, confused.

“Hola?” he said, his voice husky and low. (Hello?)

“Sorry… to wake you up,” she said quickly, feeling her face heat up. “I… I’m scared of the storm. I tried Irene, my parents, but no one answers or is in the room. I just… wanted to know if I could stay here with you. Just until the rain stops.”

Pau frowned for a second. But then he opened the door a little wider. He was wearing shorts, no shirt, his hair was messy and his cell phone was still in his hand, showing a paused live stream.

“Sure. Come in.”

She walked in hesitantly. The room had the same layout as hers—double bed, balcony, low lighting. The only difference was the light mess of clothes and headphones on the armchair and the woody scent that seemed to be his alone.

“Sorry again,” she mumbled, stopping next to the bed. “I know it’s weird.”

“It’s not weird.” He gave a small smile. “You’re just scared… And I get it. That thunder is creepy.”

She smiled slightly, relieved that she wouldn't be judged. Pau walked over to the bed and sat down, putting his phone aside.

“You can sit down if you want,” he said, pointing to the other side of the mattress.

She sat up carefully, her hands in her lap. The rain grew even heavier, and when another clap of thunder lit up the entire room, she let out a small sigh and pulled her knees to her chest. Pau looked at her for a moment, intently.

“You trembled,” he commented, almost in a whisper.

“It’s automatic. I hate that sound.”

Silence for a few seconds.

“Come here,” he said softly, opening his arm in a welcoming gesture. “Just until it stops, I promise.”

She stared at him. For a moment, she considered refusing. But the gesture didn’t feel intimate. It felt caring. Safe. And at that moment, she just wanted to feel protected.

Then she came closer and let herself be enveloped in his embrace. His bare chest was warm, firm, and the sound of his heartbeat gradually replaced the sound of the rain. He rested his chin on her head, slowly, and they remained silent.

“Have you always been this afraid?” he asked, in a tone that almost blended with the sound of the water outside.

“Since I was little. My grandmother said it was because I was born on a stormy night.”

“So you are a child of chaos?” he smiled against her strands of hair.

She laughed softly, the tension easing.

“Maybe just too sensitive.”

“Sensitive... is different from weak.”

His words hung in the air for a few seconds, weighing them down in a strange way. She pulled her face away slightly to look at him, her eyes meeting his in the soft light of the lamp.

"No longer…"

"Hey?"

“You are... kinder than you look.”

He smiled, embarrassed, and looked away for a second.

“You too. I always thought you avoided me, you know?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t avoid it. I just thought you were too serious for me.”

"And now?"

“Now... I think you're more than you seem too.”

The sound of rain still filled the room, but it no longer seemed so threatening. It was almost comforting, like a background soundtrack to what was happening there—something undefined, but delicate.

She settled more comfortably into his embrace, and Pau pulled her slightly closer.

“You can sleep here,” he murmured. “Stay until you feel safe. Or until morning, if you want.”

“Thank you, Pau…”

She closed her eyes, and he placed his lips lightly on the top of her head, in a gesture that not even he could explain. He just did it.

And they fell asleep there, she nestled in his arms, feeling protected. And he took the opportunity to smell the strawberry scent coming from her hair.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @nngkay @meganesanchez @htpssgavi @merinottt @luvvpedri @moonvr @joaosnovia @httpsdana @ilovebarcaaaa @p4uul0vr @pedricando @barcapix @owala6789

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Hi so for the new writer that asked I can help her so here’s the Guide 💕

Prompts: so prompts are basically ideas that can inspire in writing prompts can be

•quotes (what is meant for you will find you..)

•songs (you’re so Art Deco..)

•a dialogue part (“hey did you steal my hoodie”..)

•or just an idea (he and reader go to the aquarium…)

Headcanons: they are basically bullet points slash ideas about a certain topic so instead of writing a full fic with a whole scenario and situation you just throw in the ideas for that topic think of it like summarizing a fic

Drabbles: they are not quite a fic but almost there they are very short often related to one situation only (characters sitting in the kitchen) so like the situation doesn’t change and also often related to one event (eating..) they are usually around 100-300 words

Short fics: they are a little longer and unlike the drabbles include more than one situation (characters eating in the cafeteria and then going to class and then walking home tgth..) and more than one place and event they are usually around 300-1k word

Long fics: these are my personal fav it’s a long winded story usually tells a story from beginning to end (character has accident and her recovery journey her relationship changes her personal growth) in long fox’s you can see character développement new characters entering and some leaving they include different time lines between present past sometimes futur too and they usually reach even 25k words or more

Series: think of it like a multi chapter fic some use short chapters (1-2k words) some long (10-12k) it usually includes more than one character experience and usually people turn their long fics to series because of convenience like they want to release but it’s not finished also can’t leave out details so just turn into a series

A collection: a collection usually between more than one writer or just one which is like the writers writing for one similar topic and make it a collection like for example writing for reader and character having kids so you find them from different authors or the same one like a fic for birth one for pregnancy and so on but what makes it not a series cuz it can have different names and different details like one author has the kids names Maria and Elena the other max and Mia and one has daughters and the other twins and also the time reason they are not in one timeline

An event (fluffmas-flufftober-spookytober-valentine’s…): tese are pretty easy to understand a bunch of writers writing things on the same topic but unlike collections these only happen in certain seasons like winter for Christmas fall for Halloween and summer for summer stuff usually the host writer makes a list of prompts and the dates for the fics and the authors for each like for fluffmass you find prompts like cookie baking or decorating the tree..

More tips:

•make a masterlist

•choose a writing font (most likely a big one) that you’re comfortable with and ask refers for feedback

•don’t be scared post and even if you thin it’s stupid or not good enough

•learn and study your character (age/preference/behavior…)

•take inspiration from other writers and credit them

•make friends with writers and readers

•make a list of things you’re comfortable/uncomfortable with writing

•make rules

•make a list of the people/interest/sports you are willing to write for

Good luck on your writing journey darling 💙

why was this genuinely so perfectly written 😭

i hope you find this useful and can start writing love <33

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my dream as a fanfic writer is for one day, one of my fics to be someones comfort fic. like the fic that they reread when they don't feel good and want to be happy. i want my words to comfort someone one day

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okay, this is really crazy, but i just reached 2,740 notes! and actually, most of that (875 notes on him alone!) is made up by notes from my pau fics. obviously, this shows me that you like them, so, should I start writing more pau?

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#bringbackpedri'sbeard

Unrelated and irrelevant but I miss Pedri with facial hair.

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let’s all say thank you to aranxta for supplying us with cute baby ferran pics 😌😌

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god I love Eric 😔

the eric garcia puppy fic was so cute!! hehe can you do a part two where maybe after the pup gets older and bigger, they adopt a cat/kitten instead? it can be a rescue cat that maybe eric found near the training center after his sessions 😊

mi sol

pairing: eric garcia x reader

summary: in which you and eric rescue a small kitten

warnings: none

it had been nearly a year since luna came home with you and eric, and life had never been more full. she wasn’t the tiny ball of fluff she once was—now she was a long-legged, playful goofball with a love for belly rubs, socks, and chasing leaves through the park. she had grown into her paws, but somehow still thought she was lap-sized, always finding a way to curl up on either of you with a satisfied sigh.

eric had taken to dog dad life better than anyone could’ve guessed. he and luna were inseparable. morning jogs, weekend hikes, late-night cuddles on the couch—it was clear luna had stolen his heart completely.

which made it all the more surprising when eric came home one evening looking… hesitant.

“hola, mi amor,” he said, his voice soft as he stepped through the door. luna trotted up to him with her usual excitement, tail wagging like a flag, but eric only gave her a quick pat before turning to you.

you looked up from the kitchen, sensing something was off. “everything okay?”

he scratched the back of his neck. “so… something happened after training today.”

you tilted your head, curious. “what kind of something?”

eric stepped aside, revealing a small carrier behind him. and inside, curled into a tight little ball, was a kitten. orange and white, with a nicked ear and wide, wary eyes.

you blinked in surprise. “eric…”

“i know, i know,” he rushed to explain. “it’s just—i found her near the parking lot at the training center. she was stuck under a dumpster, soaked from the rain. i couldn’t just leave her there.”

you walked over, kneeling in front of the carrier. the kitten looked up at you cautiously, her tiny nose twitching. despite the fear in her eyes, there was something in her that reminded you of luna’s first day. that same cautious hope.

“she’s scared,” you said softly, reaching a hand toward her through the bars.

eric knelt beside you. “i stopped by the vet on the way. she’s healthy, just a little underweight. they said she’s probably around five months old.”

you looked at him, a smile tugging at your lips. “so… are you telling me we’re cat people now?”

he gave a sheepish grin. “maybe just this once?”

luna came over, curious, sniffing at the carrier. the kitten let out a low, uncertain hiss, and luna backed up a step, tilting her head.

“she’s got some sass,” you chuckled.

“of course she does,” eric said, grinning now. “she’s going to fit right in.”

over the next few days, the kitten—whom you eventually named sol, to balance luna’s moonlight with a little sunshine—began to warm up. slowly but surely, she learned to trust you both, especially after realizing luna was more interested in cuddles than conflict. they became an unlikely pair—luna trailing behind her like a gentle giant, and soleil keeping her in line with the occasional swat or stern meow.

one night, a few weeks after bringing sol home, you found eric on the couch, fast asleep. luna lay curled at his feet, and soleil had climbed up onto his chest, purring like a little motor. he had an arm resting protectively over both of them, the softest smile on his face even in sleep.

you stood there for a moment, your heart full.

from one little pup to a home filled with love, laughter, and now the soft pads of tiny cat paws, your family had grown again. and somehow, it felt more complete than ever.

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, @levidazai, lmk if you want to be added!

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frrrr

like man needs to stop straight up frying it 😭

lamine’s curly hair from his debut season will forever be missed 😔

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love begin again and barça boyz ❤️ plz i need a barça boyz asparents or coparenting plz plz plz 😭

Coparenting | Barca Boys

Summary: What is it like to coparent with them

A/N: I can't lie, I love this request 🥺❤️ also, thank you, Anon. I'm happy to know that you loved Begin Again.

Pedri

"Do you have your coloring book?" You ask, grabbing your son's backpack. He nods at your question. "What about your neon color pencils?"

"I have the draw I made for papi." He answers, showing you the drawing one more time.

You gran him, walking to the Gonzalez Lopez household. You text Rosy that you are outside, thar way you don't have to knock.

"Okay, mi amor." You put him down. "Listen to your dad, don't eat too much sugar and have fun."

He nods, giving you that smile that makes you think of Pedri. He was so much like Pedri. Even the way of talking, not only did he got the accent, but the expressions.

Rosy opens the door, greeting both of you. You share a quick hug with her. "Hola, guapo." She says, greeting the smiling boy.

"Mira abu," He says, showing her the drawing. "Para papi."

"It's so amazing! Your daddy is going to love it."

You kissed him one last time. "Have fun in Sevilla, amor." You say, sending him inside the house. "You guys are going to have fun this weekend." You smile at her.

Rosy hugs you. "We will." She says, taking the backpack from you. "Are you doing anything this weekend?"

You nod your head. "I'll go to the movies." You smile. "Oh, can you please give this to pedri? These are the tickets to the game our son has next month."

You considered yourself lucky, Pedri was coming out of the house with your kid on his arms.

"Mami!" You hear your baby yell. "Papi is getting me an ice cream."

"That so yummy, baby." You smile at him. "Hi, Pedri."

"Hola." He says, a very dry tone.

Rosy knows that if looks could kill, hers would kill her son. "Pedri, this is for you." She says, taking the envelope from your hands.

When Pedri found out about the baby, he was over the moon. You were his puppy love since school, first kiss, first time, first everything.

You also were his biggest fan, there was not one game day where you weren't ready to go support him.

To him, it was a big hit when you told him that it wasn't working anymore. You had a very hard postpartum time, as much as you tried to work on yourself, you couldn't.

You move out of his house, not wanting for him to be the one to leave, plus you don't need a five room house.

He offered to get you a house and to pay for everything you needed. He didn't wanted you to move back to Tenerife.

Once you got on your own feet, you told him to only take care of the baby. You didn't want to be a bother to him.

"What is this?" He asks, grabbing the envelope.

"The tickets for the game." You explain. "I texted you that I was going to bring them."

"Mhm" He humms, kissing his boy on the cheek. "Thanks. I'll be back, mom."

You move to the side, waving at your boy. You can't lie that it hurts you to see Pedri being so dry to you.

"I got tickets for both Fernandos and you, hope you can make it." You whisper, knowing your voice was going betray you. "Please, take care of him."

Rosy hugs you, she knows that you never wanted to hurt Pedri.

When Pedri came back home, his son was asleep on his arms. He was carrying two big bags that contained toys, as always he was the one spoiling him.

Rosy was waiting for him. Her husband and oldest son knew better than to be near when the bomb exploted on Pedri.

"We are back. Gosh, he's heavier by the day." Pedri laughs.

"Take him to his room and come back, we need to talk." His mother says, a very stern tone on her voice.

Pedri does as he's told, he doesn't want to mess with his mom. At least not when she's using that tone of voice.

He lays his boy down, turning the white noise machine that helps him sleep and closing the door with care.

"What are we having for dinner?" He asks.

Rosy knows she shouldn't, but she can't help to be involved in the middle.

"Pedro, you really need to start being a little more considerate with the way you talk to Y/n."

"Mom, not again." He scuffs. "Leave me and her to deal with this."

"I try, but I can't help it. You act as if you are bothered by her. Your son is young, and he doesn't notice this, but he will grow and see that you barely even acknowledge his mom. That's not okay."

"I try my best, okay?" He says, rolling his eyes. "Again, don't mind it, this is between us."

Rosy tries to answer back, but Pedri is already going upstairs to lay in bed with his kid.

You decide to play potato at home all weekend, turning on the match when the time hits. You might not be together, but you are still turning every single match he has.

The match was like a heart attack, a lot of emotions.

But the biggest emotion you had was when your phone began vibrating. It was Pedri requesting a FaceTime.

You don't think twice and press the green button. Your screening shows him and your son cheek to cheek, both with a big smile.

"Mami, we won."

You smile so hard your cheeks feel numb. "That so amazing!" You jump a little. "Tu papi es un campeón." You say. (Your daddy is a champion)

You don't notice it, but Pedri smile grows when you say that. "We are going to sleep as a celebration." Pedri says, laughing a little. "This one's curfew already passed like three hours ago."

"Today's allowed," you laugh, making him laugh.

You talk a little bit with your son and with Pedri as he bathes and changes your son to sleep. He tells you that the nanny of Lewas girls was the one who was going to be helping with your baby.

"Okay, time to sleep. I love you, amor. Please sleep." You say, pointing at your camera so your son could notice how serious you are.

"Adios, mami." He waves at you, sending you a kiss like you taught him.

"Thank you for calling me. I love you both."

"Love you too, mami." Pedri says, knowing it wasn't just because he had to answer back. "Very much."

Gavi

"Hey, drop it." You say to your daughter, who was taking her toys out of her already packed backpack. "You need to be ready to go to your dad's house."

"Papi let me play with my Barbie when he prepares my bag."

You roll your eyes, knowing that, of course, Gavi was letting her do whatever she wanted.

"Okay, I get it." You say, getting closer to her. "But mami really needs to go to class, so please don't do that right now." You begged.

She shrugs, taking the Barbie out and leaving the backpack alone. You roll your eyes, sometimes you do hate to be the strick one.

"Let's go." You say, grabbing her hand and backpack.

You were thankful that Pablo has training in the afternoon for the whole week. You sister was on finals week at school, so she needed to focus on her exams and couldn't help you with your daughter.

You didn't have much option but to ask Gavi to watch her while you go to class in the mornings. He was supposed to have her the late evenings and nights because of you taking that time to do homework and study.

"I love you very much." You say to her, giving her a kiss. "Please behave, doll."

"Te amo, mami." She smiles, hugging you.

You press Gavi's doorbell. Waiting for him to let you in.

"Mami, I'm hungry."

"I know, perdón I didn't give you breakfast." You pout. "Daddy told me he was making you something."

You hear the click of the door. Pablo opens it with a big smile on his face.

"Vente, muñeca." He says, making grabby hands to her. "I have your favorite cereal ready."

You want to ask, knowing that it was that same cereal you asked him not to buy. But you were a little too late for that.

"Thanks again, Pablo." You smile. "Doll, don't eat that much sugar." You warn her.

You ran to your class, leaving Gavi to be the responsable one.

"We have all day to ourselves." He says, giving his daughter a kiss on each cheek. "Want to watch a movie while we eat?"

She nodded, that was already their dinner tradition. Usually Pablo gets take out for her while he eats something plain like a salad or some nutritional stuff.

He enjoys spending time with his daughter, even when he doesn't even know what she's doing most of the time.

Part of him being the < Do whatever you want > type of dad, was that he finds himself busy with something else while his daughter entertains herself.

The other part is him just being a young dad. After all, he's 20.

Being a teen dad wasn't something he had in mind. His parents almost killed him, especially when they find out.

Even tho he is a very calm dad, who allows her to do a lot of things. You know that if you and him were together, you probably would be the same.

He grabs her hand, moving her to the play room he has for her. He sits down on the couch while she plays with her Barbie dolls.

He plays with her for a while, then watches a movie together. Feeling like the time went by perfectly.

"Papi, my friend likes barca too."

"Oh really?" He asks, smiling. "That girl has a very smart dad at home." He chuckles.

"Papi, my friend is a boy." She giggles.

Pablo raises an eyebrow. Sometimes he wonders if what she says is accurate, but lucky him, his daughter happens to be as well spoken as he was when he was a child.

That meant that when she said that she has a boy as a friend, she can't be mistaking the world.

"A boy? Tu no puedes tener amigos. Recuerda, los niños dan asco!" He frowns, not approving his baby girl having a boy around her. "Who is this boy?" (You can't have boy friends. Remember, boys are yucky)

"Mami has boy friends." She frowns too.

"Mami doesn't," He argues. "Plus, mommy is a grown-up. You are my baby, you can't have a boy as your friend."

"Auntie Aurora has." She argues back. She's definitely his daughter. "She kisses him. I want to kiss my boy friend too."

"No!" Pablo shouts. "That will make your teeth fall. You can't do that." He says, very strong tone.

It looks like all the stars aligned against him. His frown softens when he sees the tears on his daughter's eyes.

"Muñeca, no." He says, lifting her up. "I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to yell." He coos her in his arms.

Another sign for him to know that the luck wasn't on his side that morning was the doorbell.

He looks at his phone, time showing that it was, in fact, you the one ringing the doorbell. He can't help but feel like the one who's about to get yelled is him.

"Amor, mirame." He says, grabbing his daughter's face. "Papi didn't meant to yell, I'm sorry, doll." He kisses her face.

"No." She says, moving her face away from him. "I want mami."

His heart goes faster when he hears his phone, a text from you. Asking if he was home because you were outside.

"Amor, fine!" He says, desperately. "You can kiss all the boys you want, just stop crying."

But she won't reason, thanks to him she's scared to be even be near a boy. Fearing her teeth are going to be missing.

"The tooth fairy won't come if I kiss a boy." She cries even harder.

"Por la puta." Gavi whispers. "Muñeca, stop crying."

He can't keep hiding inside his home. You rang the doorbell again, making him frown. He leaves his girl on the coach, telling her to wait for him.

He rans downstairs, opening the door to you. "Hi, I thought you weren't here." You smile. "Where's our daughter?"

"That's the thing." He says out of breath. "I made her cry, and now she won't stop." He pouts. "Don't yell."

"Gavi!" You shout.

"Joder, don't yell." He shouts back. "I didn't mean to do it."

You shake your head, pushing him out of the way and walking inside the house. You already know she's in the play room.

"Amor, ven aqui." You say as soon as you see her. "What did you Daddy did to you?" You ask her, picking her up and hugging her.

"He says my tooth are falling." She cry into your neck.

You turn to the door, knowing Gavi is there.

"Teeth," He corrected, "And if it helps, she says that you have a lot of boy friends." He says, frowning. "Why?"

You open your mouth. "I don't." You fight back. "Did you make her cry about that?"

"No, she wanted to kiss a boy." He explains. "She can't do that until she's 40!"

"So you decide to yell and scare her?" You ask.

He looks at the floor, hearing his baby sob. "I didn't mean to." He whispers.

You soften your frown, you know that Gavi is young. He obviously is going to have this childish moments with her.

You have those moments with her. It's normal that you both do.

"Doll, you won't lose your teeth if you kiss a boy. What papi meant is that you are too young to do it, and you have to wait."

"Yes, wait till you are 40." Gavi whisper. "Amor, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to make you cry." He pouts. "Perdoname?"

Your now more calmed daughter looks at you, waiting for you to nod and to turn back to Gavi. "Go with papi." You smile, giving her a kiss.

"Te amo." He says, kissing her cheek. "But you can't kiss boys."

"Pablo!" You warn him.

Ferran

"Hi, Fer." You smile, opening the door.

"Why was our daughter outside?" He asks, mad expression on his face.

He has her on his arms, one hand grabbing the barca mini ball he gave her the day before.

"Oh, she was playing with Nelly." You explain. "Want some water?" You ask.

"Papi, down." Your daughter says.

He puts her down, giving her the ball. He closes the door and follows you to the kitchen. You hand him the glass of water.

"Gracias," He says. "You look beautiful." He smiles at you.

You smile back, knowing that he always says something like that. "I'm wearing a food stained shirt and joggers." You point at yourself. "I don't feel very beautiful."

"Well, you are." He smiles. "Now, care to answer my question?" He blinks a few times.

"I did. She was playing with Nelly, the neighbor's daughter."

"And I assume that Nelly's dad is the one who was playing with them." He says, a very deceptive tone. "Playing with her barca ball, that I got her, playing football with our daughter."

"Okay?" You say. "I feel like you are conflicted with that, care to explain?"

"Y/n, he's wearing a Madrid jersey." He says, the disgust in his tone was enough to make you roll your eyes. "And why is another dude playing football with my daughter? She's only allowed to play that with me!"

"Ferran, she was excited to show Mario her ball, and Nelly and her play every Wednesday."

"Who's Mario?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is he Nelly's dad?"

"Ferran, stop." You scuff. "Hey, Arantxa wants to get her into ballet, by the way." You say, walking over to your room.

"I need to shower. Please turn the oven off in fifteen minutes, and don't give her juice if she asks, I know you!"

Ferran took the opportunity to go to where his daughter is.

"Amor, come here." He says, opening his arms. "Is Mario your friend Nelly's dad?"

He knows it is crazy to ask his barely three year old daughter that question, but kids know a lot so he does.

She nods, smiling. "Nelly likes my ball."

"I'll get her one." He smiles. "What do you think about living closer to Auntie Arantxa?" He asks the little girl, getting closer to her and kissing her chubby cheek.

He lifts her, hugging her closer to him.

If he can say something about being a dad, is that he loves it. Having a girl is the best thing, he loves dressing up as a princess, with his tutu and his tiara.

He knows that he fucked up between you and him. Putting more effort into his work, spending less time at home, and the time he spent there was either on the gym or the sauna.

You got tired of begging him to just give you a day. Begging him for an hour of the day, to maybe help with his daughter, to be with you.

He got home tired, eating dinner and moving to the gym to tired himself even more. You try to ask him to be there for you, but he failed.

When you told him you were moving out, that you needed to put your child first. He felt betrayed.

He even fought you, calling you selfish for using your child as an excuse. Till this day, he regrets that.

You rented a two bedroom house. Perfect and small for you and your child. You work at the daycare your daughter goes to, so it's perfect. Your house is perfect for the two of you, and the location is even better for work.

Ferran tried to buy you a house, a big four bedroom home that was in the same neighborhood. You said no, angry at him and wanting to give him the space you thought he needed.

Now you notice that he spends more time at your house than anything. Barely even going back, just to check on his dogs and to play with them a little.

"Kiss." He says, making a duck lip to smooch his daughter. "Te amo." He smiles

"Te amo, papi."

You walk back into the kitchen after your very needed shower. Ferran was dancing to baby shark.

You smile at that, "I'm back." You announce. "Want to stay for dinner?"

"Obvio," He laughs. It was obvious you weren't getting him out of there until she was asleep. "Want some help?"

You shake your head, being able to prepare the plates while he dances with her.

"I'm getting her that cupra mini car that I saw on Instagram." He says to you, grabbing his plate and moving to the table. "We are going to match, amore."

"Can that stay at your house?" You ask. "Thanks to you, I don't have that much space anymore." You point at your very busy living room."

"About that," He whispers. "I got to tell you something." He says, scratching the back of his head.

"What did you do?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Pedri told me it was a good idea." He excuses himself. "And the location is perfect. There's a big patio. Almost next to my sister."

"Ferran!" You sigh, not wanting to fight in front of your kid. "Why?"

"Because I miss you, and this place is so small. Sorry to say it." He lift his hands. "I fucked up, okay? I did! And now I get to see my daughter only after work, I'm dying."

He gets up, walking outside for a moment. You give him a few minutes, smiling at your daughter who's looking at you with curiosity.

"Don't kiss and tell, but Papi is not the smartest of them all." You whisper, making her laugh. "I'll be back, eat your dinner, mi amor."

He's taking his time, not wanting to go back while being this disappointed at himself.

"Ferran," You call him. "Can we talk?"

"What do I need to do to fix this?" He asks, desperate for an answer. "I want you guys back."

"Let's start by not buying anything before informing the other." You joke, making him chuckle. "I know this is an ugly situation for us, but we can't play bingo with our daughter. I need to make sure you changed because I don't feel like leaving again at midnight."

"You won't ever need that."

"Let's try to finish today. After she's in bed, we can talk." You say, grabbing his hand and walking inside. "Deal?" You ask, standing at the door.

"Deal." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "Can I sleep over?" He asks, trying his luck.

"No." You say, pulling him inside.

Fermin

"Do you want the blue shirt or the white one?" Fermin asks his son. "I like this one more, because that way we can match!"

"Bu," His son says, trying to say the word blue. "Bu, papi."

Fermin smiles, pulling the shirt over his head. "Look at you," He says, lifting him and walking over to the mirror. "We match!"

He was spending the evening with his son. You needed to study for this very important test that was taking place during the evening. He took the time to spend the whole day with him.

"I'm sending a picture to your Gammy." He smile. "Say hi, grandma." He smiles, snapping a picture of the two of them.

"Mamá." Your son says after the picture is taken.

Something Fermin knows is that he's not used to being away from you that much. He might go with an hour more than usual, maybe two even, but the whole day without you? No way.

"Mami is studying, buddy." Fermin explains. "That's why you and I are going to go get ice cream!"

Fermin loves to spend time with his son, it was the highlight of his day. Of his life better say. He enjoys it too much.

He feels bad that he doesn't get to spend as much time as he would want, mostly because he didn't share a house with you and because his job has kept him bussy.

"Mami." Your son pouts.

He wants you too, but sadly for him, he fucked up. So now he doesn't have you as he wanted.

"We can call her." He says, taking his phone and dialing your number.

You answer to FaceTime. Smiling when you see your baby's face. "Hola, mi vida."

"Mami, bu!" He claps.

"Blue!" You repeat. "Love that you are matching."

"We are going for ice cream." Fermin says, informing you of the plans. "Sorry to interrupt you, but he's a mama's boy and he can't live without you."

You pout. "I love you, amorcito." You smile. "As soon as I'm done with this, I'll go pick you up and we will cuddle while watching coco."

Fermin feels jealous, he wants to cuddle and watch coco too. He wants to be able to be there and spend time with the two of you.

You can describe Fermin as a perfect dad. Even when people say that there's not such a thing. Well, there is. Fermin López is that thing.

He helps whenever you need him to help, he stepped up when you need him to, he cleans, he cooks, he knows how to change diapers, he knows how to deal with a cold or the flue, he knows how to deal with tantrums.

He's the perfect dad.

But he wasn't the perfect boyfriend. That's where he failed, and you don't blame him, you weren't the perfect girlfriend either.

Your relationship ended before the baby came. You try your best to hide from Fermin that you were pregnant.

You were afraid that his career was going to suffer. You try your best to hide it from your friend in common.

The thing you forgot was that he knew where you lived, so when he came back to Sevilla for vacations, he went straight to your house.

You opened the door without checking who it was, big mistake you thought at the moment.

He asked the obvious question. "Is it mine?"

After that, he tried to do everything he could to be there for you. Even encourage you to move to Barcelona.

He got you a place to live, mostly because you didn't want to go back together, feeling that he wanted to do all this because of the baby.

He helps you money wise with the baby, even when you mention that your parents can help you and that you will be fine.

"Thank you, Papi." You smile at Fermin as soon as he is on frame. "I really can't do this without you." You pout, feeling emotional.

"I love you, mami." He smiles. "Go get that test done, we love you."

You send them a kiss, hanging up the call.

"Okay, amorcito." He says to his baby. "Want to go get ice cream?"

He smiles when the boy in his arms starts to clap his hands. "Yeah, let's go!"

The evening was all fun and laughs. He loves spending time with his little one. He makes sure to cook something for you.

Just in time, the doorbell rang. He takes his son from the safe mini sofa he bought for him. He walks to the door with him, making him laugh by asking him if he is ready yo eat.

"Hola!" You say, smiling at them. "Amor, ven acá." You grab the baby from his arms. "Hola, Fer." You smile, hugging him. "Sorry, I forgot the keys."

Yes, he gave you a copy of his house keys.

"I made dinner." He smiles, kissing your forehead. "Come here." He grabs your hand, walking with you inside.

"Did you have fun?" You ask your son. "Did papi and you have fun today? Did you eat a lot of ice cream?"

"Papi." He smiles, looking over at Fermin.

"Send a kiss to papi!" You say, excited to show Fermin what your baby learned. "Kiss, muak muak."

He does this thing, where he places his hand on his mouth and makes a kiss sound as he puts his hand away.

"Amor!" Fermin smiles happy. "Do that again." He does. You love to see the happy face and the big smile on Fermin's face. "One more time." He says.

"Muak." Your baby says, throwing a kiss at Fermin.

Fer loves having you over, he would love to have you living with him. Maybe in the future, you said once.

He can't wait for that to happen.

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🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl

[obvithe-bestsoph]

ice bucket challenge

pairings: pedri x reader, pablo gavi x reader, ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you do the ice bucket challenge... with a twist!

warnings: none

୨ৎ pablo gavi

pablo stood beside you in the backyard, arms crossed with a smug grin. “you sure you want to do this? that water looks freezing.”

you looked up at him sweetly. “that’s the point, cariño. it’s for charity.”

he rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the way he softened around you. “fine, i’ll hold the bowl. but don’t say i didn’t warn you when you start screaming.”

the camera rolled. you gave your intro with a bright smile, thanking people who nominated you, hyping up the challenge—and then you turned around, facing away from the camera so pablo could lift the bowl.

“ready?” he asked, already chuckling.

“oh, so ready.”

just as he lifted the bucket above your head, you spun around lightning-fast and shoved it upwards—flipping the freezing water directly over him.

the gasp that ripped from pablo’s mouth was nothing short of cinematic.

“ay dios,” he shouted, water pouring down his face, hair drenched, shirt clinging to his chest. he just stood there, blinking in shock, while you doubled over laughing, barely keeping upright.

you were crying from laughter. “oh my god—your face! i wish you could see your face!”

“i trusted you,” he said dramatically, his accent thick with betrayal, even as he cracked a grin.

“you looked too dry,” you teased, poking his soaked shirt. “had to fix it.”

he lunged forward and scooped you into his cold, wet arms, making you shriek. “now you’re getting soaked too!”

you laughed and clung to him, the both of you shivering but grinning like idiots.

off-camera, the video was still rolling—capturing every second of the chaos, the laughter, and the way pablo looked at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him.

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୨ৎ pedri

pedri stood beside you in the backyard, hands stuffed deep into the sleeves of his hoodie, visibly tense like he was already bracing for winter. “¿estás segura?” he asked, eyeing the bucket with a look of sheer dread. “that water looks like it came straight from the glaciers.”

you grinned at him. “it’s for charity, amor. you want the internet to think we’re heartless?”

he squinted at you. “i want to not get pneumonia.”

you just laughed, stepping back toward the camera. “relax, you’re not the one getting wet.”

“i’m freezing just holding the bucket,” he muttered, dramatically cradling it like it was an actual block of ice.

you tried not to laugh. “amor, it’s like 20 degrees outside.”

“exactly. i need a blanket and hot chocolate just standing here.”

the camera was rolling. you turned to it with your usual charm, thanking the people who nominated you, hyping the challenge, giving it your all—and then you turned around, hair tied up, standing tall like a warrior about to face the storm. pedri sighed and stepped forward behind you, bucket in hand.

“ready?” he asked, sounding like someone about to commit a crime.

“oh, so ready.”

and just as he started to lift the bucket above your head, you spun like lightning and shoved it up hard—flipping the entire icy contents directly over him.

the sound that came out of his mouth was not human. “¡ay, por favor!” he gasped, stumbling back a step, arms out, face frozen in a look of betrayal so pure it could’ve won awards. “¡qué frío!”

you burst out laughing, nearly doubling over as he stood there, dripping and stunned, his hoodie clinging to him like a second, soggy skin. his curls were plastered to his forehead, and he looked—honestly—like a very sad, very cold kitten.

“i’m—oh my god—i’m dying,” you wheezed. “you look like you just got hit by a tsunami.”

“i can’t feel my hands,” pedri muttered, staring at his fingers. “is this how it ends? death by novia?”

“you’ll live,” you teased, poking his chest. “probably.”

he shivered violently and glared at you. “esto no se olvida. this betrayal? burned into my memory.”

then he stepped forward and wrapped you in a hug that was nothing short of vengeance. cold, soaked, and relentless. you shrieked, trying to escape, but he held tight, laughing now too.

“pedri! you’re freezing!”

“you started this,” he whispered smugly, nuzzling your cheek with his wet hair.

you squealed and clung to him anyway, both of you shivering, soaked, and completely useless from laughing. off-camera, the video kept rolling—capturing every second of the shrieks, the chaos, and the way pedri still looked at you like, cold or not, he’d let you do it all over again.

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୨ৎ ferran torres

ferran stood beside you, bouncing on his heels with a grin that was a little too excited. “are you sure about this? that water looks way too cold.”

you gave him a teasing look, eyebrows raised. “that’s the point, ferran. it’s for charity, remember?”

he rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face. “fine, fine. just don’t say i didn’t warn you when you’re regretting this.”

the camera was rolling. you gave your usual intro with a big, bright smile, thanking people for nominating you and hyping up the challenge—then you turned around, positioning yourself perfectly so ferran could lift the bucket behind you.

“ready?” he asked, practically bouncing in place, clearly enjoying this way more than he should be.

“oh, i’m so ready,” you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

as soon as he lifted the bucket above your head, you spun around quickly, smirking as you grabbed the bucket from his hands and lifted it high above his head instead—drenching him with the freezing cold water.

his eyes went wide, and the look of shock that crossed his face was almost comical. “¡madre mía!” he yelled, his voice cracking as the water poured over him. his hair was plastered to his forehead, his shirt soaked, and his body completely frozen in disbelief.

you were dying of laughter. “oh my god, ferran, you look like a drowned rat!”

“i trusted you,” he said, his voice muffled as he shook water out of his hair. “this is what i get for being nice.”

you stepped forward and poked his wet shirt. “you looked too happy, i had to fix it.”

he shot you a playful, dramatic glare before suddenly grabbing you by the waist and lifting you off your feet. “you’re getting soaked too now,” he threatened, laughing as you squirmed.

“no, no, ferran!” you shrieked, but it was too late—he spun you around in his arms, both of you slipping and laughing, the cold water making you both shiver uncontrollably.

the camera was still rolling, capturing the full chaos—the laughter, the soaked clothes, and the way ferran’s eyes lit up as he looked at you, like he was glad to be part of the madness. even with the freezing water and the ridiculousness of it all, he couldn’t stop grinning.

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

pau stood beside you, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other, his cheeks flushed from the chilly breeze. he was never one to back down from a challenge, but you could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled about getting soaked with freezing water.

“are you sure about this, princesa?” he asked, glancing at the bucket like it was a beast about to devour him. “it looks like… like antarctica in there.”

you giggled at how seriously he was taking it. “oh, come on, pau! it's for charity! plus, it'll be fun. i promise.”

he smiled at you, though there was still a hint of doubt in his eyes. “you always say that…”

“trust me,” you said with a playful wink. “i’m a professional at this.”

pau sighed dramatically, but the smile never left his face. he took the bucket in his hands and lifted it carefully, looking like he was getting ready for a big mission. you could practically hear him muttering under his breath, trying to psych himself up.

the camera rolled, and you gave your intro, thanking your followers, hyping up the challenge, and all the usual stuff. but as soon as you turned around, you felt pau take a step closer, and you could hear him let out a nervous laugh.

“ready?” he asked, voice trembling ever so slightly.

“so ready,” you replied, giving him a playful grin.

just as he lifted the bucket above your head, you spun around quickly, grabbed the bucket from his hands, and dumped all the freezing cold water over him.

pau's eyes widened in shock as the cold hit him, and he gasped, looking like he might freeze on the spot. “¡ay dios mío!” he exclaimed, water dripping down his face, hair sticking to his forehead. his shirt clung to his chest, and for a second, he just stood there blinking in disbelief.

you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. “pau! you should see your face! it’s priceless!”

“you promised me this wouldn’t happen,” he said, his voice dramatic, but you could see his lips twitching into a smile. “this is what i get for trusting you, princesa?”

“well…” you teased, poking his drenched shirt, “you looked too cute to leave dry. had to fix that.”

pau gave you a playful glare, though it was impossible to hide how much he was enjoying it. “this is definitely going to be remembered.”

before you could react, he pulled you into a tight hug, his cold, wet arms wrapping around you like he had all the intentions of getting you soaked too. “now you’re getting soaked, preciosa,” he whispered in your ear, and you squealed, trying to wiggle free, but it was no use. he was stronger, and you were laughing too hard to resist.

“pau, no!” you giggled, your voice muffled as you buried your face into his soaked hoodie. “we’re going to freeze!”

he held you tighter, his warmth still somehow managing to cut through the chill. “it’s worth it,” he murmured, and for a moment, everything felt just right. despite the freezing water and the chaos, you could feel the softness in his arms and the way he held you close, as if it was the safest place to be.

the video was still rolling, capturing every second of the laughter, the chaos, and the way pau looked at you with nothing but warmth in his eyes, as if you were the best thing that had ever happened to him—even if you’d just drenched him in ice water.

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୨ৎ hector fort

"are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of uncertainty, but the smile playing at the corners of his lips was enough to tell you he was more than willing to go along with whatever you had in mind.

you grinned, holding up the bucket of ice-cold water. "oh, i'm absolutely sure, precioso. it's for charity, and you'll love it."

he raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical, but then his eyes softened as he let out a little chuckle. "you always say that."

"trust me," you teased, giving him a wink. "i’m a professional at this."

"yeah, sure," he muttered under his breath, but you could see the excitement building behind his calm exterior. "i'll believe it when i'm drenched in ice water."

with the camera rolling, you gave your intro, thanking your followers, hyping up the challenge, and throwing in a little shout-out to the friends who had nominated you. all the while, héctor stood beside you, looking like he might just bolt at any second. but you could see the way he was trying to keep his cool, though his eyes were flicking toward the bucket nervously.

"ready?" you asked, turning to him with a mischievous grin.

he sighed dramatically, but there was no hiding the smile now. "oh, i'm ready, princessa. just don’t make me regret this."

the moment the bucket went over your head, you spun around faster than he could react. with a swift motion, you shoved the freezing cold water directly onto him.

his eyes went wide, and for a second, he looked like he might actually freeze on the spot, his entire body stiffening. “¡ay dios mío!” he exclaimed, his usually composed face completely drenched, his hair clinging to his forehead, and his shirt clinging to his chest.

you were doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down your face. "oh my god, you should see your face!" you gasped between laughs.

“you promised me this wouldn’t happen,” he said, still blinking in shock, but his lips were curling into a grin that betrayed his annoyance.

“well,” you teased, walking up to poke his soaked shirt, “you looked too perfect to stay dry.”

he gave you a dramatic, but playful look, then lunged forward, wrapping his cold, wet arms around you in a surprise hug. “now you’re getting soaked too, princesa,” he whispered, and before you could protest, he pulled you into him, the cold water now seeping into your clothes.

you squealed, laughing as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but it was impossible. “hector! i’m freezing!”

he laughed too, a deep, warm laugh that made you forget all about the chill. “maybe you should’ve thought about that before you drenched me, hermosa.”

you couldn’t help but smile, snuggling into his damp chest despite the cold. “this is a disaster,” you giggled, but there was no stopping the warmth that had suddenly spread between you two.

“best. challenge. ever,” he whispered, his voice soft, and in that moment, everything felt perfect—drenched in ice-cold water and laughing, but somehow, so warm.

the camera was still rolling, capturing every second of the chaos—the laughter, the playful shoves, and the way héctor looked at you like you were the best thing that had ever happened to him, even if you had just drenched him in freezing cold water.

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

“you sure about this?” he asked, his voice smooth as always, though you could catch that little hint of hesitation beneath his words. “it’s freezing, you know.”

you grinned, giving him a playful look as you readied the bucket. “oh, absolutely. it’s for charity, precioso. you’ll love it.”

“yeah, right,” he muttered, eyeing the bucket like it was a grenade. but even so, there was that lazy, teasing smile creeping onto his lips. “i’m going to regret this, i can feel it.”

you stepped in front of him, giving him a little wink. “it’s going to be epic, trust me.”

“sure it will,” alejandro said, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms, leaning back slightly. "you always say that, princesa."

you started filming, talking to the camera, thanking your followers and hyping up the challenge. meanwhile, alejandro stood beside you, acting like he wasn’t at all concerned about the freezing water you were holding. but there was that playful tension in the way he kept glancing at the bucket.

“ready?” you asked, turning to him with a wide grin, already knowing what was coming.

“always ready, princesa,” he replied, his tone smooth, as if he was about to do something heroic. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

before he could even finish his sentence, you spun around quickly and dumped the entire bucket of freezing water right onto him, grinning like a devil as it splashed everywhere.

he froze for a moment, his eyes going wide, then a dramatic gasp escaped him. “¡no, no, no, no!” he yelped, but it was too late—his hair was drenched, his shirt clinging to him in all the wrong places. he stood there, blinking, trying to process what just happened.

you were bent over laughing, unable to stop. "oh my god, alejandro—your face! i wish you could see it right now."

he wiped the water from his eyes, looking at you with a smirk, though there was no hiding the way his lips twitched. “you really just did that to me?” he asked in mock betrayal, but his tone was all teasing. “i trusted you, princesa. i thought we had a deal.”

“you looked too good to stay dry,” you teased back, walking over to poke his soaked shirt. “had to fix that.”

alejandro just shook his head slowly, still looking like he was trying to process the cold. “i knew i shouldn’t have agreed to this. but—” he said, that mischievous glint back in his eyes. “—since you’ve already ruined me, might as well make you pay for it.”

before you could react, he lunged toward you, wrapping his cold, wet arms around you in an almost too tight embrace. “now you’re getting soaked too, princesa,” he murmured, his voice low, playful, and way too dangerous.

you squealed, trying to squirm out of his grasp, but his hold on you was like iron. “alejandro, no! i’m freezing!”

“good,” he said, pulling you closer so you couldn’t escape. “now we’re both miserable together.”

“you’re insufferable!” you laughed, clinging to him despite the cold water that was soaking through your clothes.

“that’s the fun of it,” alejandro whispered in your ear, his tone softening as he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and sincere. “besides, you look pretty cute all wet.”

you rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips said it all. “you’re ridiculous.”

“best. challenge. ever,” alejandro said, his grin wide, and you couldn’t help but agree, even if you were both dripping wet and freezing. it was perfect.

the camera was still rolling, capturing every second of the chaos, the laughter, and the way alejandro looked at you with that perfect combination of warmth and mischief, even after you’d just drenched him with freezing water.

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

you were in the middle of setting up for the ice water bucket challenge when lamine walked into the frame, holding the heavy bowl of ice water with that playful glint in his eyes.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, his tone teasing, clearly enjoying the moment. he gave the bowl a little shake, making the ice cubes clink. “this is gonna be cold.”

you shot him a mischievous smile, stepping closer, feeling the excitement build up. “i’m sure. you’re going to pour it on me and make it quick, right?”

lamine smirked and nodded, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes. “yeah, quick. don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the cold shock of water. you couldn’t wait to get it over with, but lamine was making it hard not to laugh at how serious he was acting about it.

just as he was about to pour the water over your head, a little voice broke through the tension.

“look!”

you turned to see kenye, his little hands outstretched as he ran toward you, his face lighting up with excitement. you smiled and bent down to pick him up, lifting him into your arms.

lamine’s eyes followed his younger brother, and just as he turned to see what kenye was pointing at, you saw your opportunity.

kenye, not fully understanding what was happening but sensing the perfect moment, pointed to something on the other side of the room, his voice a soft, excited squeak. “look, look!”

lamine, trying to keep things together and focused on the challenge, glanced over his shoulder to see what kenye was pointing at, momentarily distracted.

you seized the moment.

with a grin, you reached up, quickly swiping the ice bucket out of lamine’s hands, and before he could even react, you poured the ice-cold water right over his head.

his shocked expression was priceless. “wait, what—?” he started, but his voice trailed off as the freezing water drenched him.

the camera kept rolling as your followers’ comments blew up, laughing along with you.

“you…!” lamine sputtered, wiping water from his face, his hair dripping as he stared at you with mock disbelief. “you really did that?”

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, holding the empty bowl triumphantly. “gotcha!” you teased, feeling proud of your quick thinking. “you were distracted, amor.”

kenye, clearly pleased with the outcome, giggled, clapping his hands in delight. his little eyes sparkled as he looked up at his big brother. “you got wet!” he laughed.

lamine shot you a look, still dripping wet, but there was a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i can’t believe you just did that,” he said, shaking his head. “and here i thought i was the one pranking you.”

you shrugged, keeping a cheeky grin on your face. “what can i say? i’m full of surprises.”

lamine took a step toward you, his wet hair falling into his eyes as he reached out, his hand gently brushing against your arm. “oh, you’re definitely getting payback for this,” he murmured playfully, his voice low and flirtatious.

you raised an eyebrow, your heart racing at the way his fingers lingered on your skin. “we’ll see about that,” you said with a wink, leaning in slightly. “but for now, i think i win this round.”

he gave you a look that made your heart skip a beat—half playful, half affectionate. “you’re lucky kenye distracted me. next time, i’m making sure you’re the one getting soaked.”

kenye, sensing the playful atmosphere, wrapped his little arms around both of your legs. “play! play!” he demanded, tugging at you both as he giggled.

you and lamine exchanged a smile, both of you kneeling down to scoop him into your arms. kenye’s infectious laugh filled the room, and you could feel the warmth between you and lamine, even with the freezing cold water still dripping from his hair.

the rest of the live stream was full of laughter and fun, your followers loving the prank, the playful dynamic, and the adorable chaos of it all.

lamine gave you a soft, knowing smile as he pulled you close, his wet hair brushing against your cheek. “you’re lucky i love you,” he whispered, the warmth of his words making your heart flutter. “but don’t think i’ll forget this.”

you leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, the cool water on his skin still making him shiver slightly. “next time, i’ll be ready,” you said with a soft smile, your voice full of affection.

lamine just grinned, clearly not bothered by the prank. “we’ll see who gets the last laugh.”

and just like that, the ice water bucket challenge became an unforgettable moment, full of laughter, warmth, and the sweetest little moments between the two of you.

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୨ৎ marc bernal

you were all set to do the ice water bucket challenge, ready to bring some fun to your followers, but there was one catch: your boyfriend, marc bernal, was nominated to pour the freezing cold water over your head.

"are you sure you're ready for this?" marc asked, holding the huge bowl of ice water, looking at you with a teasing smile. his voice was light, but you could tell he was enjoying the suspense.

you grinned, stepping toward him with confidence. "oh, i’m ready. just hurry up and do it already!"

he raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the teasing back and forth. "you sure? 'cause this is gonna be really cold."

you gave him a playful nudge. "bring it on. i can handle it."

with a chuckle, marc moved closer, holding the bucket above your head. "alright, don’t say i didn’t warn you."

just as he was about to pour the ice water over you, you heard marc’s phone buzz in his pocket. distracted for a moment, he glanced down to check it. that was your cue.

without a second thought, you reached up and grabbed the bucket from his hands, lifting it high. before he could even register what was happening, you poured the ice-cold water right over his head.

"wait, what—?" marc gasped as the freezing water hit him, his eyes widening in shock. he stood there, dripping wet, looking completely caught off guard.

you couldn’t help but laugh, holding the empty bucket in the air. "gotcha!" you teased, your voice light and playful.

marc blinked, wiping the water from his face, his hair dripping down. "seriously?" he said, his tone mixed with disbelief and laughter. "you really just did that?"

"oh, i totally did," you grinned, feeling a rush of victory. "you were distracted."

he stared at you, his eyes narrowing playfully. "you’re lucky i love you," he said, his smile giving away the fact that he was more amused than annoyed.

you took a step closer to him, your heart racing a little as you felt the warmth between you both, despite the cold water still dripping from his hair. "next time, maybe keep your attention on me, huh?"

marc reached out, a hand grabbing your waist and pulling you closer. "oh, i’m definitely paying you back for this," he whispered in a teasing tone, his breath warm against your skin.

you leaned in slightly, your lips just inches from his. "we’ll see about that," you replied, the playful tension between you both palpable.

he grinned, his hands still gently resting on your waist. "just wait. next time, it’s you who’s getting soaked."

you laughed softly, enjoying the banter and the easy closeness between you. "i’ll be ready," you said, smiling up at him. "but for now… i think i win."

marc pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, his damp hair brushing against your skin. "you’re lucky i love you," he repeated, a little softer this time, his eyes full of warmth and affection.

"yeah, yeah," you teased, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. "but that’s two points for me now."

marc pulled you close again, his smile warm and genuine. "i’ll catch up," he said with a wink, the playful edge in his voice never fading.

the rest of the live stream was filled with laughter and love, your followers enjoying the fun dynamic between you both. you could feel the happiness and comfort between you and marc, and as the video ended, you knew this ice water bucket challenge would be one you’d both always remember.

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[obvithe-bestsoph]

I found those pics of baby Ferràn Torres on pinterest and i'm in a pool of tears

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his eyes are so prettyyy

he is 5 seconds old

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not sure how many people have read "brother's best friend." and "yours, if you want me.", but those of you who have, should I turn it into a series? i'd make more content for that version of the characters and storyline, fics, headcanons, etc.

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cada día más culé, cada día más antimadridista

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okay

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requested by @mxryxmfooty!

yours, if you want me.

masterlist requests word count: 915

a/n: this is part two to brother's best friend. which i posted yesterday! genre: fluff. brother's best friend. lamine's sister. summary: pau comes over to talk - just the two of you. warnings: none.

You thought about it all night. 

Pau’s words spun in your head on an infinite loop: “I like you. I have for a long time.”

You barely slept, thinking about the afternoon you’d had, remembering every small glance, every laugh, every time he was a little closer to you than he needed to be. 

It had always been there. You just hadn’t let yourself really believe it until now.

The next morning, you woke up to an Instagram DM from him. 

PAU CUBARSÍ: bon dia ❤️ are you busy today?

Your heart raced, and you bit back a small smile.

Y/N L/N:not really, why?

PAU CUBARSÍ:can i come over? just you. i wanna talk.

You stomach flipped, not even bothering to try and play it cool.

Y/N L/N:sure, after lunch. 

PAU CUBARSÍ:just whenever suits you gracias y/n 😄🙏

You were pacing your bedroom when he knocked. You didn’t even wait for the ring of the doorbell to finish by the time you flung the door open, and there he was. 

Pau looked like he hadn’t slept either, his hair was a mess, and he was wearing a hoodie. You were 90% sure he used to be Lamine’s. 

He looked nervous. You assumed you probably did too. 

“Hola,” he said quielty. 

“Hey.”

You stepped back to let him in, and he hesitated for a second, despite having been here a million times. You led him to the living room, and sat down on the couch across from him. 

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t tense. Like standing outside right before it starts raining. 

Finally, Pau exhaled slowly and spoke. “I didn’t mean to make things weird yesterday.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured.

He smiled, almost sadly. “I did, though. I crossed a line.”

You shook your head firmly. “Pau, stop.”

He looked up at you, eyes big and uncertain. 

“You didn’t cross any lines that I didn’t want you to,” you said, voice steady. “You just… said what we were both scared to.”

He blinked.

You stood up and moved to sit next to him, acting confident, despite the thundering of your heart in your chest. 

He sat frozen, like he was scared to move. 

“You said you liked me,” you said softly. “I didn’t get a chance to say it back.” Pau’s mouth opened like whe was going to interrupt, but you shook your head, cutting him off. 

“I like you too,” you continued. “I think… I think I have for a while. I just didn’t let myself see it.”

Pau let out a sound, half laugh, half a breath of disbelief. 

“You’re serious?” he asked quietly.

You nodded. “I’m serious.”

He reached out, so carefully it made you flush, and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I was so scared,” he whispered.

“Me too,” you said, smiling nervously.

For a moment, you just looked into those amazing green eyes of his. Everything that had gone unsaid between the two of you sat there, burning in the air. 

And then Pau leaned forwards - slow, giving you a hundred chances to pull away, but you don’t - and presses his forehead to yours. 

“You have no idea how much I wanted this,” he murmured. 

You smiled, closing the small gap between you.

The kiss was soft. Just lips against lips at first. But then Pau made a small sound, and you grabbed the front of Lamine’s his hoodie, and pulled him closer. It deepened. It morphed into something dizzying, overwhelming, full of months, years even, of bottled up feelings

When you finally pulled apart, you were both breathing hard. Pau rested his forehead against yours again, smiling like he could hardly believe the situation. “I’m yours, if you want me,” he said. You laughed, almost in tears of relief and love. “Of course I want you, idiota.” 

He kissed you again, quick and a little messy, like he couldn’t help himself.

You melted into him. 

You spent the whole afternoon curled up together on the couch, tangled with each other, talking about everything and nothing.

He told you about the first time he realised he liked you - when you had bought the La Masia team orange slices at halftime during a game, barefoot in the grass, 14 years old and beaming like they’d won the World Cup. 

You told him about the moment you realised too - when he stayed up until 2 AM helping you study for a history exam you were sure you’d fail, when he was meant to be having a sleepover with Lamine. He had been patient and sweet, encouraging you like you were the most important thing in the world. 

“How are we going to tell him?” Pau asked eventually, of course, meaning your twin brother. 

You grimaced. “No idea.”

He chuckled, running his thumb over the back of your hand. “He’s gonna kill me.”

“He’ll get over it,” you said with a laugh. “Eventually.”

Pau smiled, eyes soft. “Worth it.” You squeezed his hand. “Worth it.”

And he kissed you again, slow and sure and smiling against your mouth, you realised it didn’t matter how complicated it might get. It’s been there for months, in the stolen glances, in the almosts, in every moment you hadn’t said how you really felt.

This wasn’t about avoiding it anymore. It was about choosing to make a mess. Choosing him.

Because all messes can be tidied, right?