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Training | 31.05.25

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3rd Voice: 108th Scene: Whatever we have

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Me estoy enamorando de estos dos🥹

[lilacprincess7]

Could you do a smut for Gavi where he’s really into the readers boobs and just focused on them the whole time and forgets about everything else and makes her finish just from it? Maybe a celebration now they’re on offseason

"Show me..."

summary: what the req said

a/n: I thought I was incompetent in writing smut but y'all like it so...

warnings: smut obvi, semi-public sex (not really), breeding kink, dom!Gavi, calling him master, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), unprotected sex, dirty talk

It was a slow afternoon for you and your boyfriend. You hadn't planned anything, the season barely over. You were sitting on the swinging armchair you had there reading your book and drinking an ice tea. You were wearing some linen shorts and a hoodie that was originally your lover's, originally because he hadn't worn it for more than 4 months. In te case he actually did, it was so it the material would obtain his smell.

Currently, said person was upstairs taking a shower. Your home was peaceful. In the suburbs of the Catalan city, with nothing but fields, grass and flowers for a radius of a couple of kilometers. You had bought this house with Pablo and made a home out of it. He had popped the question of marrying you in this very balcony just two weeks after you bought the house. Both of you were elevated.

You heard footsteps echoing through your home and a moment later he was in front of you.

"Amor why are you sitting?" he asked

"What do you want me to do? Stand and walk while reading?" you questioned back teasingly.

"I've told you time and time again that when I'm available your rightful seat is on my lap, hermosa. And right now you are not following that rule..." he continued, a smirk tagging at his pink lips.

You stood up and showed him the armchair, in a manner that said something along the words of 'sit so I can sit too'. His smirk widened as he sat, patting his lap for you to sit down. You opened your legs and sat on top of him.

"Now that's better isn't it? My queen..." he gave your neck a couple of kisses while getting the book from your hand and letting it on the table by the chair.

"Si hmm" you hummed as his hands touched your whole body.

With a tag, the hoodie was of off you. You weren't wearing a bra underneath and Pablo was more than pleased with that desision. He continued kissing you. He bit down close to your collarbone and started leaving marks all over your neck. He would make sure that every skin available would bare his mark, his claim on you.

"Pabs someone might see..." you trailed off, barely sane with what he was doing to you.

"Love, nobody will. We are literally in the middle of nowhere.. And even if they do, let them they'll just learn you're mine" he said possesively, his voice getting deeper as desire clawed at his chest.

If Pablo had only one obsession -unrealistic since he had quite a list- it would be your boobs. He never could get enough of them. Touching them, squeezing them, kissing them, sucking them, licking them. Anything just to get his hands on them.

"Guapo... don't tease" you begged as he started licking tour tits, getting closer to your nipples slowly and painfully.

"Who said anything about teasing?" he said looking up at you, his doe hazel-colored eyes hit by the sun making you feel butterflies.

"Hmm get on with it then pleasee.."

"That's what I'm doing.. You're going to cum just from this. No stimulation for that tight little pussy of yours. If you cum just from this then I'll consider it. And if I catch you grinding against me for some release I won't let you leave the bedroom for a week..." his voice hoarse and sexy in that way that had you wet all over again.

"Actually, scratch that, you won't leave the bed for the week anyway.. I'll find some actual punishement however if you don't obey, okay baby girl?"

"Si.."

"Si what amor?"

"Si master"

"Good girl" he replied and started kissing you again.

He took one of your nipples in his mouth, ran his tongue around it, biting it. He had one hand around your waist to keep you in your place and the other grasping your other breast.

After doing that for a while he changed tactic. Pressing them to one another, he trapped his face between your breasts and started licking you again.

Meanwhile, you had one hand on his hair. Never letting his mouth move away from your body. It made him lightheaded and he loved it. He was so preoccupied with your breasts that a bomb could be dropped right next to you and he wouldn't notice.

You moaned so loud every time he took one of your nipples inside his mouth that it was closer to a scream or a shout rather than a moan. You came like that. Sitting on his lap with his face between your boobs. Your juices dripped through your shorts and on him.

All this time you could feel his erection. He was so ironic, not giving your pussy any pleasure while denying the same pleasure to himself.

"Now, amor" he whispered in the shell of your ear biting it lightly "how would you feel if I buried my big fat dick inside you and you ended up pregnant hm??"

"Pleasee..." you begged quietly, your body shaking with the idea

"Please what? Come on baby girl, we both now you can beg me better. I'm giving you not only my cock but my sperm as well. Show me just how grateful you are that I'm even considering it and then you might have me inside you..." he responded with a deep voice that sent shivers down your spine.

"Master I'm begging you, please give me your cum, your huge dick, pleaseee I can't take your absence between my legs anymore... Let me carry your kids, please..."

"You are going to be so full when I'm done with you. You're going to be filled up for the next nine months baby girl, you won't be able to walk properly for weeks, you'll keep feeling me inside you with every little move..."

He was so good at dirty talk. You knew though that everything he said during it was going to happen. That's how he brought you to a second orgasm just from talking. You came with a gasp all over him and he more than enjoyed it.

"Oh look at that, you came just from me talking dirty muneca? You need my cum and dick so much?"

"Yes master" you replied with a moan

He tore off every piece of clothing from both of you. He had you sit immediately on his dick. No prep, nothing. You were flexible but not quite used to his dick. It was so big that you had never managed to take him whole inside of you. That was until today. With his hands around your thighs, he pounded inside you, not even giving you a minute to adjust.

He rolled his hips with ease and had you orgasming for a third time in record time. He kept grinding his hips against yours, fucking you through your orgasm and getting you ready for the fourth while chasing his first for the night. He bounced you on his lap, making you literally sit on his cock time and time again. He came inside you but didn't stop. He fucked his cum back inside you, never letting a drop leak out of your pussy.

"That's it baby. You take it so well."

He didn't stop being hard even after he came. He found your g-spot and used it to steal even more moans from your lips. He set a brutal pace, not even giving you time between fourth and fifth orgasm. He didn't take a break. He continued fucking into you hard, again an again. Never letting you catch a breath. With every thrust of his the air was knocked out of your lungs.

It took three of his own orgasms and his cock for you do be bloated. You seemed actually pregnant.

He took your hand and pressed it against your belly. You felt him move inside you, twiching from the extra pressure.

"How does that feel, baby girl?" he smirked with his face buried in your neck

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you started meeting his thrusts again. This was going to be your sixth orgasm for the night and you were sure many would follow.

He carried you to your bedroom, dick still buried inside you. He didn't seperate from you at all. He placed you down on the bed and resumed rutting inside you. Pressure was building up again inside you, a knot forming in your lower stomach.

"Please, amor, pleasee I'm so close"

"That is not my name baby girl" he replied and stopped thrusting as punishment.

"Beg for your release muneca, Beg For It"

"Please, master pleasee. I need it master, I need you and your cock, I'm begging you" you said between gasps.

"We are going for the highscore amor, I'm gonna have you coming so many times. What's your safe word baby girl?"

"Red.."

"Good girl, now you get what you asked for" he said and resumed pushing his dick inside you hard.

You realized now why he wanted you to say your safe word and said you are going for the highscore. It wasn't news to you that your fiance had an extreme sex drive. There had been a weekend where he made you come a dozen times, literally. If he was going to break the highscore, you would end up fucked out and unable to walk for more than a week. That plus the promise he made you about not letting ou leave the bed had you on the edge once again. Six orgasms you counted. And the night was as young as the two of you.

a/n: this has to be the dirtiest smut I've written so far..

[ikram1909]

Gavi and Nico ❤️❤️

[paucubarsisimp]

a man

pairings: pablo gavi x reader,, pedri 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 try the "a man" trend with your boyfriend

warnings: none!

୨ৎ pablo gavi

you had the phone set up, the camera pointed at both of you, ready to attempt the latest trend. you bounced excitedly on your feet. “okay, guapo, i'm gonna lift you onto my shoulder. it’ll be fine.”

pablo raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. “you’re gonna lift me? are you sure about that?”

“yes,” you said confidently. “i’ve got this. no big deal.”

you squatted down in front of him, placing your hands on his waist. you tried to position yourself like you’d seen in the videos. you gave it a go, lifting him slightly, but he barely budged, and you had to put him down quickly before your arms gave out.

“uh, yeah, this isn’t working,” you laughed awkwardly.

pablo leaned back, crossing his arms, and smirked. “i told you, cariño, it’s not as easy as it looks.”

you shot him a playful glare. “oh, shut up, i'm gonna get you on my shoulder, i swear.”

“you’ve got about as much chance as i do with cooking dinner,” he teased.

you narrowed your eyes, determined to prove him wrong. “you’re gonna eat those words.”

this time, you braced yourself and tried again, crouching down, gripping his legs. you heaved, but nope—nothing. you couldn’t even get him to budge an inch.

“seriously?” you groaned. “you're not that heavy!”

pablo snickered, taking a step toward you and gently pushing your hands off of him. “let me show you how it’s done.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, so now you think you’re the expert?”

“watch and learn,” he said, smirking, and before you could even protest, he wrapped one arm around your back and the other around your legs. with zero effort, he lifted you up onto his shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all.

you were in complete shock, legs draped comfortably over his chest, looking down at him wide-eyed. “wait, what? you just—”

“told you,” he said smugly, his grip on you steady. “easy.”

you laughed, both hands gripping his shoulder to steady yourself. “okay, fine. you win. i can’t lift you.”

“i’m not surprised,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “you’re way too cute to be lifting people.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. “you’re impossible.”

“and you,” he grinned, “are staying up here until you admit i’m always right.”

you couldn’t help but laugh again, swinging your legs slightly. “alright, alright. you’re always right.”

“i know,” he said, now walking slowly in a circle with you on his shoulder, his voice a little softer. “you’re lucky i’m strong.”

“i’m lucky to have you,” you murmured, leaning down and brushing your hand through his hair.

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୨ৎ pedri

you were lying sideways on the couch, editing a tiktok draft, when pedri leaned over the back of it and poked your cheek with a tortilla chip.

“you’ve been staring at that for ten minutes.”

“i’m planning a video,” you said around a laugh. “it’s a trend. couples are doing it.”

he raised an eyebrow. “is it another one where i have to wear a stupid filter or something?”

“no,” you smirked. “this time, you have to lift me onto your shoulder.”

his face scrunched. “like… throw you?”

“no! not like pablo and his rugby tackles,” you teased. “like gently sit me up there. like i’m a parrot. or a trophy.”

he blinked. “a trophy?”

you shrugged. “you love showing me off, don’t lie.”

he tried to fight the smile creeping onto his face. “yeah, but usually not on my shoulder.”

you grinned, already pulling him up by the wrist. “c’mon. camera’s ready. just try it.”

he sighed dramatically, but followed you to the middle of the living room, brushing chip crumbs off his shirt.

“okay,” he said, standing in front of you, eyes wide like this was some high-stakes mission. “don’t kick me in the head.”

“i make no promises.”

you both burst into giggles, and then he crouched slightly, arms around your waist. “okay. ready… uno… dos…”

“tres!” you laughed as he straightened up and somehow, surprisingly smoothly, got you balanced on his shoulder.

“whoa—wait—i did it?” he blinked up at you, both hands gripping your thighs.

“you did it!” you said, arms out like you were flying.

“yo, i’m actually so strong,” he muttered, doing a slow little spin. “look at this. gym who?”

“don’t drop me, superstar.”

he laughed. “nah. you’re staying up here forever now. like a weird little shoulder bag.”

“you’re my weird little shoulder bag,” you corrected.

he smirked, then looked at the camera, still recording.

“look at her,” he said to no one. “sitting on me like she pays rent.”

“i do pay rent.”

he fake-gasped. “with what? vibes?”

you both lost it after that, laughing so hard he had to set you down gently before he collapsed on the couch, dragging you with him.

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୨ৎ ferran torres

it was one of those lazy post-training afternoons where you and ferran were sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through tiktok together. you’d stumbled across the latest viral challenge—the shoulder lift challenge—and of course, ferran was immediately intrigued.

he glanced at you with that cocky smile, the one that usually made you roll your eyes because you knew he was about to say something bold.

“watch this. i could lift you no problem. easy,” he said, chuckling as he watched a couple on screen wobble and almost fall.

you raised an eyebrow, not convinced. “you think you can pull this off? you’ll probably break me in half with how strong you are.”

ferran let out a short laugh, his muscles rippling under his t-shirt as he stretched. “trust me, cariño, i’ve got it covered. i’m built for this kind of thing.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his confidence. “okay, mr. strongman. show me then.”

he stood up, rolling his shoulders back as if he were preparing to carry a boulder. the sight of him, all muscle and determination, made you wonder if you’d be able to keep your balance once you were on his shoulders.

you stepped up to him, crossing your arms. “alright, but if i fall, i swear i’ll make you buy me dinner for a week.”

“i’m not worried,” he smirked. “you can trust me.”

before you could back out, ferran crouched down, placing his hands on your thighs, then effortlessly lifted you onto his shoulders. the ease with which he did it was unreal. you were now sitting on top of him like a throne, and for a second, you actually felt like a queen.

“see? easy,” he said, his voice full of playful arrogance. “like i said, i was made for this.”

you adjusted your position, trying to find your balance. the view from up here was ridiculous, you could practically see the entire apartment. “okay, okay, i admit it. you’re impressively strong,” you said, though you were secretly feeling a bit wobbly.

“of course,” ferran grinned, clearly basking in his success. “i’ve got muscles for a reason.”

he then, for reasons unknown to you, decided to take it up a notch and started spinning you around in slow circles. you squealed in surprise, clutching onto him as the room around you blurred.

“ferran! what are you—”

but before you could finish, he wobbled a little—just a little—and suddenly you were both falling backward onto the couch with a dramatic thud.

ferran let out a surprised grunt, but he couldn’t help but laugh once you both landed in a tangled mess, your legs awkwardly draped over him.

“well, that was… not how i imagined it,” ferran said, still grinning ear to ear, his breath coming out in little chuckles. “but you can’t deny that i’ve got the muscles to pull this off.”

you shook your head, laughing. “you almost killed me, ferran. i’m never trusting you with a lift again. not even for a photo op.”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close. “next time, i’ll nail it. promise. but for now… how about that dinner you wanted?”

you rolled your eyes, still smiling. “fine, but i get to choose the food.”

“deal,” he said, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. “but just so you know, i’ll be ready for round two of the lift challenge when you are.”

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

it was one of those rare, lazy days when pau had a break from his training schedule, and you were both lounging around his apartment, catching up on random videos on tiktok. as you were scrolling, a familiar viral trend popped up—the shoulder lift challenge.

pau, of course, was immediately intrigued. his eyes sparkled with that mischievous glint you’d grown to love. “you know... i could totally do this. look at those couples struggling; i bet i’d nail it,” he said, his voice full of playful confidence.

you raised an eyebrow, amused by his over-the-top bravado. “oh really? you think you can lift me like that?”

pau shrugged, flexing his muscles dramatically. “of course! i’ve got the strength of a lion, the balance of a ballerina, and the grace of… well, me.”

you giggled. “okay, ‘mr. graceful,’ let’s see what you’ve got then.”

with a grin, pau stood up, his broad shoulders rolling in a confident stretch. he held out his hands to you. “climb aboard. i’ve got this.”

you stepped toward him, your heart doing a little flip as you placed your hands in his strong grasp. you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy—pau’s strength was something else. you climbed onto his shoulders, and before you knew it, you were sitting comfortably up high, your legs wrapped gently around his neck.

“see? easy,” pau said, looking up at you with that proud, charming smile of his. his muscles flexed under you as he stood tall, completely steady.

you grinned, balancing yourself. “okay, okay, i admit it. you’re strong. very strong.”

pau winked at you. “told you. nothing to it. i’ve got this lift thing mastered.”

with an exaggerated flourish, pau started spinning you slowly, his grip steady. you squealed, holding on tight as the world around you spun. he laughed at your giggles, clearly enjoying the moment.

“alright, alright, i think you’ve earned the title of ‘best lifter,’” you said, laughing, dizzy from the spin.

pau smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “i’ll take that crown. now, let’s see if i can do one thing better…”

you blinked, puzzled. “what’s that?”

without warning, pau carefully lowered you back down to the couch, a twinkle in his eyes. he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. “kisses. you owe me a lot of kisses for that performance.”

you raised an eyebrow, grinning. “oh really? i didn’t know i was paying in kisses now.”

pau nodded seriously, though the playful grin on his face told you otherwise. “yep. it’s the price for lifting you like that. a lot of kisses.”

without waiting for you to respond, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours softly. “that’s one.”

you smiled, a little laugh escaping your lips. “alright, i’ll pay up.”

you leaned in, planting soft, sweet kisses all over his face—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, even his chin—until pau was smiling so wide he could hardly contain it.

“you’re gonna run out of places to kiss me at this rate,” pau teased, though the happiness in his eyes was undeniable.

you gave him one last, lingering kiss on the lips. “maybe… but i’m happy to keep trying.”

he pulled you in for a warm hug, squeezing you tight. “best lift of my life. and the best reward,” he said, his voice full of affection.

you laughed, snuggling closer to him. “you were pretty amazing up there, but don’t get too cocky now.”

“never,” pau grinned, kissing the top of your head. “i’ll just take my kisses and be happy with it.”

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୨ৎ hector fort

you and héctor had been relaxing all afternoon after his training session. the tv was on, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. you were scrolling through your phone when you came across a video of the shoulder lift challenge, a fun little trend you knew héctor would enjoy.

"hey," you said, tapping his shoulder, "check this out."

héctor looked over at your phone and saw the couples trying out the challenge. "oh, this looks fun. think you can handle it?" he asked, his cocky grin already in place.

you laughed, "me? you’re the one who’s built for this, not me."

he stood up and stretched, clearly excited to show off. "easy. piece of cake. get on my shoulders."

"you sure about that?" you raised an eyebrow, skeptical but also amused.

"trust me," he replied with a wink. "i’ve got this."

you stepped closer, allowing him to gently wrap his hands around your waist. with a smooth motion, he lifted you up and placed you comfortably on his shoulders. you immediately felt how strong and steady he was. it was like he was made for this.

"comfortable?" he asked, looking up at you with that smirk of his.

"yeah, this feels pretty solid," you said, laughing a little at how easy he made it look.

"see? i told you," he said, standing tall and steady. "no problem."

he spun around once, showing off how effortlessly he could handle you. you held on to his head for balance, laughing as he did it.

"not even breaking a sweat," you teased.

"i told you," he grinned, spinning you around a second time. "this is what i do."

he slowed down and stopped, looking up at you with that playful smirk. "so, what’s my reward for being so good at this?"

you pretended to think it over. "i guess… you’ve earned something."

"something? is that all i get?" he asked, feigning disappointment, though his smirk remained.

you giggled and leaned down, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "that’s one," you said.

he closed his eyes, savoring the kiss. "i think i deserve more than that for being such a good lifter."

you chuckled, "maybe, but only if you keep being this charming."

with that, héctor carefully lowered you back down to your feet, then pulled you into a quick hug. "oh, i’ll always be charming," he said. "and i’ll keep lifting you whenever you want."

you rolled your eyes with a smile, feeling his arms around you. "you’re impossible," you said, shaking your head.

"impossible to resist," héctor replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his grin still intact.

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

you and alejandro were having a quiet day in, just relaxing after his training session. the tv was on in the background, but you weren’t really paying attention to it. you were scrolling through your phone when you came across a video of the shoulder lift challenge.

“hey, princesa,” you called out to him, showing him your phone, “think you could do this?”

alejandro looked at the video, a playful smile spreading across his face. “me? i can definitely do this,” he said, standing up and stretching his arms. “easy.”

you raised an eyebrow. “oh really? you sure you’re up for it?”

he winked at you. “i’m always up for a challenge, princesa. just trust me.”

with that, alejandro moved toward you, his hands gently resting on your waist as he lifted you up onto his shoulders. you were surprised at how effortlessly he did it, like you weighed nothing at all.

"comfortable up there?" he asked with a grin, looking up at you. his voice was soft, but full of confidence.

"yeah," you said, holding on to his head for balance, "you’re way stronger than you look."

he chuckled, clearly enjoying the compliment. "i told you, princesa. i’ve got strength and charm. i can handle you up here no problem."

you laughed, feeling safe and secure as he stood tall. he began walking around the room casually, showing off how easily he was carrying you. “this is impressive,” you teased, “you look like you’re barely trying.”

“of course i’m not trying hard,” alejandro said, his smile never faltering, “i’m built for this.”

he spun around a little, just to make the moment more fun. you couldn’t help but laugh as he did, the world around you twirling for a second. “okay, okay, i get it. you’re strong.”

“told you, princesa,” he grinned, “i’m always strong for you.”

after a few more spins and laughs, alejandro stopped and stood still, looking up at you with a sweet smile. “now, for my reward.”

you rolled your eyes, pretending to think it over. “reward? for what?”

he tilted his head, acting all innocent. “for lifting you like this, of course.”

you smiled, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “there you go, my strong prince.”

alejandro closed his eyes for a moment, clearly enjoying the kiss. “that’s one,” he said, his voice full of satisfaction. “you’re gonna have to give me more for this amazing lift.”

you giggled and kissed him on the cheek again, then his nose, "that’s two.”

alejandro carefully lowered you back to the ground, but didn’t let you go right away. instead, he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug, pulling you close. “now i feel like i deserve one more kiss, don’t you think?”

you shook your head, smiling at how sweet and playful he was. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

you and lamine were enjoying a quiet afternoon at his place. the tv was on, but neither of you were really paying attention. instead, you were scrolling through your phone when you found a funny video of the shoulder lift challenge. you couldn't help but laugh, and the idea sparked.

"hey, lamine," you said, showing him your phone. "think you could do this?"

lamine leaned over to look at the video and immediately grinned. "of course, princesa," he said, his confidence lighting up the room. "i’m strong enough to do this with my eyes closed."

you laughed. "we’ll see about that," you teased. "you sure about this?"

"trust me," he said, standing up and stretching a little, already getting into position. "this is going to be easy."

you climbed onto his shoulders, holding on to his head for balance. for a moment, everything felt steady, and you couldn’t help but smile at how strong he was. "wow, you're stronger than you look," you teased.

lamine’s grin grew even bigger. "told you," he said, taking a few confident steps forward. "i’ve got this. i’m basically a pro."

he took a step back, then another, but as he tried to turn around, his foot caught on the carpet. "whoa—" he gasped, losing his balance, and before you knew it, you both were tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs, laughing uncontrollably.

you landed softly on top of him with a loud thud, both of you sprawled out in a mess of laughter. "ow!" you giggled, but couldn’t stop laughing at how ridiculous it all was.

"i swear," lamine said, still laughing, "i didn’t mean for that to happen!"

you propped yourself up on his chest, looking down at him with a teasing grin. "i think you owe me another try after this."

just then, the sound of little feet running across the floor interrupted you. kenye, lamine’s two-year-old brother, rushed into the room with a look of genuine concern on his face.

"lamine!" kenye yelled, his little voice high-pitched with worry as he skidded to a stop, looking between the two of you. "what happened? you okay?"

you and lamine both burst out laughing at his worried expression. "it’s okay, kenye!" lamine said, holding his stomach from laughing too hard. "we're fine, just… uh, a little slip-up."

kenye, still looking concerned, walked over and patted both of you. "no hurt?" he asked, squinting at the two of you.

"no hurt," you said, still giggling. "we’re just fine, little man."

"good," kenye nodded, then, with his tiny hands on his hips, added, "you be careful, hermano!"

"yes, yes," lamine said between laughs, giving kenye a thumbs up. "i’ll be careful, i promise."

you couldn’t help but laugh even more at how serious kenye was about it. lamine, still laughing, looked up at you and grinned. "well, i guess i need more practice. but hey, at least you’re safe."

you grinned back at him, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "you’re lucky i like you, you know."

kenye, clearly satisfied with your reassurances, started tugging at lamine’s arm. "hermano play with me now!" he demanded, already forgetting all about the little "accident."

"okay, okay, let’s go, little man," lamine said, finally sitting up, pulling you with him as he got to his feet. "you win, kenye. let’s go play."

as they both walked off to the other room, you stayed behind for a second, watching them with a smile. lamine may have dropped you on the floor, but there was no denying how sweet he was, especially with how much he adored his little brother.

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୨ৎ marc bernal

you were hanging out at marc’s place on a quiet afternoon. The two of you had just finished watching a game, and now you were both sprawled on the couch, chatting and scrolling through your phones. As you were browsing, you found a video of a couple trying the shoulder lift challenge and couldn’t resist showing it to him.

“hey, marc,” you said, holding up your phone. “think you could pull this off?”

marc glanced at the video, then looked back at you with a teasing grin. “me? no doubt,” he said confidently, giving a small flex of his arm for emphasis.

you raised an eyebrow. “oh, really? you sure you can lift me without dropping me?”

“i’m strong, trust me,” he said with a smirk. “and i’m way better than whoever’s in this video.”

you laughed, playfully rolling your eyes. “okay, mr. confident, show me what you’ve got.”

marc stood up with a dramatic stretch, then turned to you with that mischievous look in his eyes. “come on, hop on. i’ll make it look easy.”

you climbed onto his shoulders, holding onto his head for balance. You were surprised at how stable and easy it felt, like he had this down to an art. He smiled up at you, clearly enjoying the moment.

“how’s it feel up there?” he asked, his voice calm, almost too casual as if he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

“not bad at all,” you said, grinning. “you really are stronger than you look.”

“told you,” he replied with a wink. “i got muscles for a reason.”

you laughed, leaning down slightly to give him a kiss on the cheek. “i think you’ve earned that.”

marc tilted his head, feigning a pout. “just one kiss? after all this strength?” he teased.

“one kiss for now,” you said, still holding onto his head as he casually walked around the room, making it look like lifting you was no big deal.

“well, i guess i can’t argue with that,” marc said, his tone playful as he kept walking with ease. “but i’ll need more rewards for all my effort.”

you chuckled. “we’ll see if you keep earning them,” you said, giving him a little squeeze.

marc paused for a second, raising an eyebrow. “oh, i will earn them,” he said, his voice full of confidence. He gave you another quick look, smiling as he spun around a little, just to show off his strength.

“okay, show-off,” you said, laughing, holding on tightly as he made a few more spins. “i didn’t realize i was dating a superhero.”

“that’s me,” marc grinned, “always the hero in my own story.”

as the spinning slowed down, marc looked up at you with a soft smile. “you’re not getting dizzy, right?” he asked with a little concern in his voice.

“nope, i’m good,” you said, smiling down at him. “but you’re making me want to give you a reward for being such a good ‘hero.’”

he raised an eyebrow playfully. “oh? and what kind of reward are we talking about here?”

you leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “that kind,” you said with a smile.

marc’s smile widened. “well, now that was worth it.”

finally, after a few more moments of walking around with you on his shoulders, he gently lowered you back down to the ground, making sure you were steady. “all done, princesa. feel safe?”

“yep,” you said, nodding with a smile. “but i might just need another lift to make sure you’re still as strong as you say.”

marc laughed, shaking his head. “you’re never going to let me forget this, are you?”

“not a chance,” you said, sticking your tongue out at him playfully.

taglist: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, @levidazai, @hollyf1,@mxryxmfooty, @halfwayhearted lmk if you want to be added!

[placeholdetitle1]

day 1 of posting with #death to veneers till im done grieving the loss of fermin's smile

mourning the loss of my queen (fermin)

thought we needed a Barca smile appreciation post bc i'm praying this doesnt happen to anyone else

not everyones in this bc of the photo limit on tumblr so a few didnt make it in

[gavisuntiedboot]

Centimeters

Gavi x physiotherapist! Reader

A/N: no one asked for this but lord have mercy the photos from today had me heavy breathing

“Gavi, remember to behave yourself.”

“But I haven’t even-“

Ansu put a finger to his lips, eradicating whatever the end of that sentence was going to be.

“We’re about to go in for medical exams and the doctor is your girlfriend. Now I know you’re still pumped full of all your raging teenage hormones-“

“Ansu!”

“-but please, hermano. There cameras literally everywhere. So I’m begging you: behave.”

Gavi crossed his arms over his bare chest, pouting slightly at being scolded in front of the other boys. It was no secret that he was madly in love with his physiotherapist/girlfriend, but it never deterred the boys from teasing him incessantly. His injury over the last year had made things tough. She was at training more than he was, coming home with stories about practice drills and player banter that made his chest pang. He shook the thoughts from his head as he was called in to have his measurements taken.

Gavi shuffled into the room, white socks gliding against the floor. He fiddled with the bandage on his arm from the blood draw. He wished for a second that he could be childish, pull he is girl away from all her responsibilities and have a hand to hold while someone stabbed him with a needle. But he knew that now, close to graduating from her program and becoming lead physio, his girl was running the entire operation. So he was happy to just stand there, wide eyed and slack jawed watching his perfect girlfriend concentrate on something flashed across a computer screen.

Eventually, she felt a searing gaze burn holes into the dip of her back, and turned around to see her shirtless boyfriend biting his lip and smiling like an idiot. She suppressed her own grin, grabbing his file and her clipboard.

“Mr. Gavira - ready to be examined?”

There was a playfulness in her voice that, when mixed with her raised eyebrow and overwhelming stare, made Pablo blush.

“Of course, doctora. And please, take your time. Absolutely no need to rush.”

There was a light giggle bouncing around the room before she sat Pablo down, blood pressure cuff tight on his arm. Her fingers grazed his bicep, lingering longer than would be appropriate for any other player.

“Those scrubs look great on you, doctora.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t pick them out for me this morning, Pablo. Uncross your feet so that I can get a proper reading of your blood pressure.”

He spread his legs in the chair, shorts riding up his muscular thighs. He sat back in the chair, getting lost in watching his favorite person in the world fiddle with a blood pressure cuff.

“Any other players give you complements on the scrubs?”

“No Pablo - there is no one on this team suicidal enough to flirt with me or pay me a compliment while you’re here. Poor Lamine was scared to take off his shirt. He kept looking around expecting you to walk in.”

You tapped him on the arm, instructing him to stand for his height and weight measurement. He stood on the mark, and as she adjusted the piece above his head, he couldn’t help himself from wrapping an arm around her waist. He pulled her into himself, planting a quick kiss to her temple before she should pull away.

“Gavi!”

“What?”

“We’re at work!”

“Come on - no one is going to scold me. I’m poor Gavi with the bad knee.” He finished his sentence with a pout, big puppy dog eyes making him look younger than his already mere 19 years.

“Yes yes, poor little Gavi and his busted knee. I, however, am not an asset to club or country. Hansi will scold me in three languages if we get caught making out in here.

“Wait,” he turned his head swiftly, arms back around her waist. “Making out is an option?? Why didn’t you tell me.” His laughter disguised the sound of her lightly smacking his chest. She grabbed her clipboard again, and placed the metal piece gently on his head.

“173 cm. Tsk tsk Pablo - still as small as last year.”

He smiled at his girl, amusement painting his every feature.

“I don’t remember size ever being an issue for you, doctora. I’m still taller than you.”

“By like 10 cm. That’s not a lot.”

She took down his weight, and then grabbed the tape measure to start assessing specific areas of his body.

“Of course you would say 10 cm is not a lot. Since you’re used to 15 cm daily.” He earned another smack to the chest.

“Pablo!”

“Or maybe it’s 20? Maybe we should find out since you already have the measuring tape ready.” He suggested while his fingers played with the waistband of his shorts. She grabbed his wrist in fear, terrified of what Gavi was willing to do in a close room.

He laughed loudly, bringing both hands to cup his girl’s face. He felt the warmth of her cheeks on his palms, and her flustered state gave him a squeezing feeling in his chest. He brought his forehead to hers, waiting until she met his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to whip it out here in the medical room. No matter how much you may want it.”

She laughed gladly, fears subsiding and chest feeling lighter after Gavi’s light touch. She grabbed the measuring tape and began. She started with his neck, saying her measurements out loud before jotting them down on the form.

“Chest is 94 cm. Bigger than last year.”

Her fingers traced downwards, leaving heat on Gavi’s skin as they got to his hips.

“Hips are 81.5. Same as last year.”

Next, she traced across his collar bone and down his arm, tapping to silently tell him to flex his bicep.

“Biceps are- holy.”

“That’s not a number, preciosa.”

“Biceps are 43 cm. Ehem, bigger than last year. By a lot.”

The doctor tried to stabilize her slight tremble as she wrote down the measurements. She tried to calm herself, but something about Gavi’s new, fuller physique was making professionalism almost impossible. Gavi, the little shit, flexed his biceps again, pleased with the reaction he could evoke.

“Lift up your shorts, Gavi.”

“Don’t you mean pull down?”

“Are you okay, Pablo? You’re hornier than usual today. Do I need to get a spray bottle?”

“Surgeon called me today and cleared me for more vigorous activities. Want to help me follow the doctor’s orders?”

She got on her knees, wrapping the tape measure around his thigh.

“Thighs are 61 cm. Smaller than last year. You’ll need to work on that.”

“I had my ACL repaired.”

“Pshh excuses excuses.”

She finished her measurements, taking other important vitals and making sure to ask him all the medical clearance questions.

“What time are you finished today, Pablo?”

“2 pm. They don’t want us out for too long in the heat. How many guys are left?”

“About 6. I’ll probably be done before you, so I can go home and make lunch.”

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into him.

“No no, wait for me. We’ll leave together and go get food. You’ve had a hard day, let me treat you.”

“Every day is a hard day at work.”

He kept one arm around your shoulders as you walked him to the door.

“Then I’ll treat you every day. See you later, princesa.”

He hugged you into his side, and scampered off to the practice field. Neither Gavi nor his lady noticed the social media intern in the hall, who was quick to snap a picture of your embrace. The image of Gavi hugging his physiotherapist into his side and smiling from ear to ear set the internet into a flurry of comments.

New post from fcbarcelona: strong bonds between our players and medical staff 🫶

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Hey do you think this is a cute dynamic? Wish you could read more about gavi x physiotherapist? Well you’re in luck! I have a ten part series of their love story in my master list!

Guys I love him so much. Anyways, like, comment, reblog, and check out the fundraiser in my pinned!! Love yall <3

[lucy90712]

Headcanon for all the boys you want to write this for :

He overhears reader talking to a family member/ friend about how *the boys* are the one for her and just talks about a longtime future with them

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Gavi: 

- you have a free day for once so Gavi begs you to come to his training session with him but he didn't need to do much to convince you as you haven't been to training with him in a while as you've been busy with school and work plus you haven't seen the rest of the guys in ages 

- as Gavi is still recovering from his injury his training sessions look a little different so he started his exercises after the rest of the team but kept training after everyone else finished so you watch him for a minute until the rest of the guys call you over 

- It's been a while since you last saw most of the guys so you catch up on what you've been up to which for you isn't a very interesting as you have the same routine almost every day with school during the week and work on the weekends 

- the conversation turned to your relationship pretty quickly and how things have been as Gavi has been able to do more and have more of his normal life back then the boys start talking about how sappy Gavi is and how he never shuts up about you 

- you tell them that you are the same way and you couldn't care less as you can't imagine being sappy with anyone other than Gavi as he is your past present and future 

- they tease you for saying that but you didn't care as it's the truth you love Gavi with every fibre of your being and you don't want to be with anyone else for the rest of your life he is the one for you 

- Gavi overhears you saying all of that which puts a big smile on his face for the rest of his training session and for the rest of the day it makes him so happy to hear as he feels the exact same way about you but he didn't want to just say it 

- he never tells you that he heard what you said but he thinks about it all the time whenever he has a bad day and he gets home and sees you it reminds him instantly of what you said and lifts his mood immediately 

- all it takes is for him to realise that as long as he has you all of the little meaningless things don't matter as in 5 days or 5 years you will still be by his side supporting him and those little thing won't even still be in his memory 

- that conversation you had without you knowing he could hear you will forever be his little pick me up and he never plans to tell you as he doesn't see the need to embarrass you by telling you what he heard 

Pedri:

- every summer Pedri takes you with him back to Tenerife with him to spend time with his family and to just relax but you didn't mind one bit as you love it there and you love his family 

- ever since Pedri introduced you to his family you have been really close with his mum she was glad to have female presence around and you were happy to spend time with her and create a bond with Pedri's family 

- seeing as you don't get to see each other too much Pedri's mum asks if you want to have a girls day when you are in Tenerife with Pedri and who would you be to say no to a girls day 

- the two of you go and get lunch and get your nails done together before going back to Pedri's house to sit outside by the pool in the sun with cocktails seeing as Pedri wasn't there when you got there 

- while you are sat outside you get to talking about your future and because you feel comfortable around his mum you tell her that you don't see yourself doing anything without Pedri by your side and how you never want to have to love your life with anyone else 

- as you are saying these things Pedri arrives home and starts to listen while standing at the back doors of the house he hears every word you say which just warms his heart as he knew you two were in love but to hear you put it that way really makes him happy 

- at some point you see a figure standing behind you out of the corner of your eye and you freak out until you realise it's Pedri but then you freak out even more thinking about what he heard as you didn't know if what you said would be too much for him 

- he quickly makes his way over to you and kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear that he wouldn't want to experience anything in life without you which makes you feel just as warm and fuzzy inside as Pedri did when he heard you say it 

- his mum hears what he said to you and it makes her smile knowing that her son has found someone special who he loves and who loves him back equally as much 

Jude: 

- being back in England for the summer means seeing family and this year as the summer break was shorter due to the euros and after spending the whole time in Germany with Jude when you fly back you go straight home to spend time with your family while Jude goes to see his 

- you spend a few weeks apart before you travel up to spend the last part of your time in England with Jude and his family as before you know it you will be back in Madrid and you want to make sure you see everyone before life takes over again 

- Jude is glad to have you back as he's missed you and Jobe is excited to see you too as you get on well with him and it's been a while since you've seen him 

- they had a sibling day planned for the day you arrived back as you came a bit early but they were quick to change their plans and invite you along and they both say that it will be more fun with you there anyway 

- you all spend the day together walking around town and going in all sorts of little stores on the high street most of which you only go in to get away from big groups of fans who want pictures with Jude and Jobe

- to end the day all three of you go for dinner and at some point Jude goes to the bathroom leaving you to talk with Jobe so he starts asking about how Madrid has been for you and you talk about how it was difficult to adjust at first but Jude helped you feel at home 

- that leads you on to saying how you could do anything if Jude was by your side as he just gets you and always knows how to help you through things or what you need at any moment which you don't think that anyone else could do 

- Jobe then asks if you think you'll be with Jude for the rest of your life and you say that you have no doubt that Jude is the one for you and you don't want to spend the rest of your life with anyone else 

- Jude heard all this as he walked back over and he can't help but smile knowing that you are so happy with him as all he really wants is for the both of you to be happy together and he tells you that as he sits back down which makes you blush as you know that he heard you

Ruben: 

- You and Ruben spent a few days away just the two of you after the euros but after that his friends invited him to join them for a few days on a boat so he asked you and you agreed so that's where you went 

- Ruben introduced you to his friends a long time ago but you don't get to see them very often so you hadn't met their girlfriends before but they were quick to introduce themselves and they all seemed really sweet

- you spend most of the few days on the boat talking to the girls and getting to know them so by the time the last day rolls all of you are so comfortable talking to each other about anything which is when they start to gush over your relationship with Ruben and how loving he is towards you 

- they keep insisting that you have the perfect relationship but you tell them that you are nowhere near perfect but because you know that you want this relationship to last forever you have learnt how to make compromises and nit fight about the little things that mean nothing 

- Ruben overhears you saying that which only solidifies in his mind that you are the one for him and it encourages him to take the initiative and take your relationship to the next step

- the day after your last day on the boat Ruben plans a whole day where it's just the two of you doing lots of fun little activities which ends with a trip to the beach for a picnic for dinner as the sun sets 

- just as the sun has gone down and the sky is all sorts of beautiful colours Ruben brings you closer to the waters edge where he suddenly gets down on one knee and asks you to marry him 

- he has a whole speech to tell you how much he loves you and why which he ends with mentioning what you said on the boat the day before which you had no idea he heard but it makes you happy that he resonated with what you said 

- if the girls didn't think your relationship was perfect before they definitely do after they hear the story of your engagement at a dinner Ruben organised to celebrate it 

[pedripics]

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[larojauniverse]

Training | 03.06.25

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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

[rdng1230]

Listen that billboard pissed me off so I'm gonna put my Unicef pin on my fandom hat for a second and take a page from @911actually 's book (their fundraisers for fallen and disabled firefighters/their families can be found here).

Our beloved fire dad died from Crimean Congo Hemorrhagic Fever, which currently has no approved vaccine. It's part of a list of illnesses as long as my arm from which hundreds of thousands of people die every year without so much as a headline in the Western world.

I think it would be a missed opportunity to not call attention (and funds) to finding cures and improving the delivery of treatments/therapies/vaccines for these illnesses. So with that in mind here's some fundraising links:

The End Fund: These guys fill in the atrocious gaps in funding for delivering Neglected Tropical Disease treatments. While USAID is under consistent attack, its more important than ever to help these organizations keep the lights on and save lives.

Gavi : Full disclosure, I wrote my masters thesis on this organization and I'm here to tell you, our global vaccine delivery system is *terrifyingly* dependent on billionaires. Bill Gates is just shy of 70 and currently his foundation accounts for over a third of the investments in these types of global health initiatives. We need large grassroots funding and we need to start building these practices right the fuck now. We cannot count on the benevolent billionaire (which is an oxymoron but I digress) to sustain the most important global health infrastructure we have.

WHO: They've developed the action plan for CCHF which you can read here if you're interested. They don't have any CCHF specific fundraisers that I can find at the moment, however, one thing you learn is building the research and delivery infrastructure for combatting one disease has positive spillover effects for fighting other ones too <3.

Feel free to reblog with more links if you find them!!

[spidybaby]

Hi can you please can you make a second part for the coparenting plz . If you can't do it that's okay . I really loved your writing .

Coparenting 2 | Barca Boys

Summary: What is it like to coparent with them

Part one

A/N: took more time than I was counting on, but here it is ❤️ also @unreapp yelloooow, you deserve your credits baeeeeee 😭❤️

Pedri

"Don't let me take the ball from you." Pedri says, trying to take show him how to keep the ball. "Vale no, don't push me because if you push someone on the game, they are taking you out."

"Why?"

"Bua, imagine someone comes and pushes you to get the ball. Yo te pongo una roja, chaval."

You shake your head at them, fighting over an imaginary red card. You finish fixing the food while looking at the window to see them playing.

Rosy once told you that Pedri was the same with his father. They were outside all the time playing with a ball.

"Okay, time out. You two need to eat." You call them.

Pedri and you got into a better foot. He was more talkative now. You both sat down to talk, and you decided that you need to be adults for the sake of your son.

He was now more responsive with the texts, with calls, he was better in every way. You feel like now you can actually say that he was with you in everything.

That can also is noticeable on your son, he looks more happy, more confident in different activities. It was all for the better, and you are happy with it.

"Croquetas?" Pedri asks, entering the kitchen. "My diet is really suffering, eh."

"You can eat the salad." You tease him, placing the bowl in front of him.

"Con lo ricas que te quedan a ti las Croquetas, I prefer to break the diet." He says, grabbing a good amount of food. (With how good you make the croquetas)

You smile at him. "But your mom's are better."

"I like yours, mami." Your son says, hugging your legs.

You kneel down, giving him a kiss. "Thank you, amorcito." You smile, kissing his cheek. "Now eat your lunch, you need all the energy you can get for the game."

Pedri loves seeing you parenting your son, it was so cute to see. How your voice goes from normal to this very sweet voice.

You are also so delicate with him. Always knowing what he wants or what he says, even when he doesn't understand him, you do.

He looks for you, even at his house. If he doesn't see you, he's always mentioning his Mami. That was something that Pedri always admired about you, your dedication to your son.

Pedri helps you load the dishwasher while you organize the toys on the floor. You like this Pedri, who was talkative, who was helping you and not just answering with an emoji or leaving you on read.

"Need help with something else?" He asks you, leaving the kitchen.

"Can you put him to bed?" You ask. "I just need to prepare his school bag for tomorrow real quick."

He nods, picking your son from the couch and taking him to his room. "Papi, stay."

Pedri doesn't know what to say, he can't just invite himself. "Buaf, guapo, maybe next time."

"No, today."

He can't help but feel bad, his son is used to having only you or him. He blames himself for that, letting his ego get in the way of him.

"We need to ask mam-"

He can't even finish his sentence when his son outer the loudest scream he ever heard. "Mami!"

"Ey, chaval." Pedri tries to cover his mouth. "Para, the neighbors might hear you."

You walk upstairs after the third call you son's make you. Making you wonder what is going on.

"Si?" You ask, entering the room. "Is everything okay?"

"Si, tod-"

"Let papi stay." He smiles, hugging Pedri by the neck. "Pwease."

You sometimes struggle to understand your son, he's little and still learning to pronounce the words.

But this was too perfect for you to think he's saying something else.

"I-" You begin. Clearing your throat. "I mean, it's up to you, I don't mind." You say, trying to sound normal.

He lifts his eyebrows, silently asking you if it was really okay for him to crash over for the night. You nod, letting him know that it was really okay.

"Now, let's get you a warm bath." You smile, taking your son in your arms. "Tomorrow you have school, and Papi and I need to work."

You both do the bath routine. You can't help but wonder if this is what it would've felt if you and him worked better instead of parting ways as soon as the first problem hits.

"You can stay here, or I can prepare the guest room."

"Whatever is fine." He smiles, grabbing a book to read. "Gracias, for letting me stay."

Both of you thought that it was going to be a one-time thing, maybe he won't ask again, maybe she did it to let our son have his way.

But the reality was that Pedri decided to use those weeks that there was left until the game as an excuse on why he needed to be there.

Are you going to argue?

No, you love it.

"Lunch is ready," You announce. They were out in the patio playing with the ball. "Time out, no more playing. You two need to eat."

They sound of their laughs, the extra place on the table. It all makes you feel like you got what you wanted.

"I want ice cream."

"No, mami made us some yummy food." Pedri says, making your son stop arguing. "I want to ask you something." He says, helping you with the plates.

"Aja?" You ask, concentrated on the food.

"Do you wan-"

"Do you want rice or not?" You ask, asking before serving food. "Sorry, I cut you off."

"It's okay, and no, I eat at the club." He answers. "Do you wan-"

"Mami, can I have mac and cheese?"

"Mijo, there's chicken and rice." You say, placing the plate in front of him. "We can have that for dinner."

You sat down, remembering that Pedri hadn't had a chance to tell you what he wanted to tell you.

"Pepi, tell me what you wanted to tell me."

"Oh, si." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "I was thinking that maybe we can go out to eat tonight. The three of us, maybe somewhere where he can play."

"That sounds amazing." You smile, "He has a play date, but after that, we are free."

"Vale, I'm picking you two after that." He smiles, kissing your son's head. "See you then."

You stay happy the rest of the day. You like the idea of going out, it feels like you are a real family.

You change into something comfortable, but not to the point you look like you are home. You still manage to look casual and stylish.

The play date ended quickly. After a coffee and a good chisme from the other mom, you two parted ways into the mall.

When you get home, you have time to brush your teeth and spray some more perfume. You brush your kid's teeth, making sure he is comfortable.

Pedri picked you up only a few moments later. You open the back door, placing you kid in his chair. When you open the passenger seat door, you are welcome with a bouquet of flowers.

"Estoy esperando no haberla cagado, eh!" He says, giving you a kiss on the cheek. "Are these still your favorite?"

"They are, gracias." You blush a little. "Where are we going?"

"Remember that place near the beach we liked when we first came to Barcelona?"

"The one with those milkshakes?" You ask, already craving one. Pedri nods, smiling at your reaction. "I haven't been there in so long."

"But nothing with milk for him." He says, whispering so your kid won't hear him. "Tomorrow's the game, and I don't want him to get sick."

You can't lie that watching Pedri share moments with your kid is something else. He was something else.

You focus on enjoying the time you have with them, hearing him talk about his day, hearing him talking like he used to when you were together.

You wished the day was longer to enjoy more time together, but sadly as the day got to an end. You know you have to go back home and prepare for the important day of your son.

You thought that this was going to be a calm day. You were going to enjoy your son and his friends.

But you feel nervous, you can't help but want his team to win and pulverize the other team. Even if you are talking about kids and not adult footballers.

"Diviértete, and please don't push anybody." Pedri says, walking to the field with your kid in his arms. "Te amo."

"What if I don't win?"

"Then we pay the referee to make you win." He jokes.

"Pedri!" You hit him in the arm. "No, amor. What really matters is for you to have fun, papi is just joking. We are not paying the referee."

"Vale, ve ahí y chuta." He says, putting him down and pushing him to go with his friends. (Go and score)

You find his parents and brother on the corner of the field. You sit with them, talking about what the expectations were for this game.

You really don't care if he wins or not, even tho a win would be amazing. You can say that he might have a very competitive gene on him. After all, Pedri can't help but want to win everything.

The game was slow, the first half was fun, but it wasn't really much to say about it. Pedri takes mental notes to help the team, calling your son over.

"Vale, do you see those kids?" He asks, turning your kid and pointing. "They are the guys that are supposed to defend, but they run with the rest. I want you to take the ball from that other kid and run as fast as you can to the goal and score."

"But if I fai-"

"If you do, then you do it again. Don't be negative about it. You have some of me in you, so I know you can do it."

He sends his kid back to his group. He knows that even if he loses, he's going to be the proudest father.

"Some of me in you." You chuckle at his statement. "He's all you, your smile, your eyes, your accent even."

"Aren't we both from the same place?" He asks, smiling. "But he has a lot of you. Your stubbornness, your crazy eye and that weird mark on your-"

"I hate you." You frown at him. "Not me saying cute things, and you saying I have a crazy eye." You say, pretending to be mad.

"Ah vale vale, we were supposed to say nice things." He lifts his hands. "Bua, I'm bad at lying." He teases you.

"That's it, you are in time out." You point at him. "Your punishment is to get me a snack over there."

Rosy is watching the two of you. She's happy that you two are finally taking over the role of parents instead of coparents.

She knows that she was out of line when she scolded Pedri about how he was, but she now sees that it was all worth it.

"Mira que si chuta y no le pega ya tendremos pa calentarlo." Fer says at you. "Maybe he's like you and Pedri when he loses, and he kicks mom's favorite flowerpot."

You remember the flowerpot. Pedri got subbed after what he called a bad performance. He was frustrated, and when you took him home, he kicked the flowerpot so hard it crashed over other plants.

Pedri arrives with your snack, passing his arm around you. "Can you believe he's old enough that we are at his football games and not the other way?"

"It's crazy," you say, feeling nostalgique. "Time does flies."

The second half starts, the game continues 0 - 0 to the dislike of everyone. You spend the rest of the game hoping for a change.

It was also about to end, only a minute or less on the clock that was placed on the grass.Pedri calls the name of your son, making signals to do what he was told. He nods, running to get the ball from the first kid.

You can't help the emotion, neither could the other parents. Yelling at your boy to run and to score.

"Chuta, joder!" Fer yells, making someone's mother correct his language.

The whole side of your team yells in happiness when the goals go in. You jump happy, hugging Rosy.

When you turn to where Pedri is, you feel two hands grabbing your cheeks. It was Pedri smashing his lips against yours.

You wrap your arms around him, too happy to care about the reactions of his parents and too into it to care that the game was over.

You two separate, smiling like crazy at each other. You go back for a peck, already missing his lips.

When your son runs to where you two are, Pedri let go of you, picking your son. He's telling him how proud he is and how happy he should be that he scored the winning goal.

You hug the two of them, giving your son a kiss on the cheek, telling him that he was amazing and that he was a champion just like his dad.

You look to Pedri, the look on his faces is not compared to anything. You haven't seen this, not even when he won everything that season.

"I love you so much." You say to your son. "I love you both so much." You smile at Pedri, getting closer to him, joining your lips in a kiss.

Gavi

"Vale, mira." He says, pointing at the goal. "You need to kick the ball there."

He places the ball in front of her, checking that it was aligned to the small goal he has at home.

"Papi, I'm tired." She argues, tired of playing football.

"We will, but first kick the ball."

He picks her up from the grass. Placing her in front of the ball. His daughter looks back at him, turning and going back to the house.

"Ey ven acá. " He says, going after her. "Let's go, one more time, and we are over."

"I'm tired, papi." She repeats.

Pablo hears the doorbell, walking outside to open the door.

"Sorry I'm late, this took more time than it should." You say.

"Come in." He says, moving to the side. "Can you believe she can't score one single goal?" He asks, frowning. "She got your feet."

"Okay, that's rude." You say, giving him a hit on the head. "I told you she doesn't like football, Pablo."

He scuffs, walking inside. "Mami's here."

She runs to you, giving you a hug. "You are so red." You say, noticing her flushed face. "Papi is making you kick the ball?"

She nods, pouting at you. "I want to go swimming with Sebas." She says, making Pablo turn his head to where you are.

He wants to ask, especially since < Sebas > is not a girl name.

"Oh, Pablo. I have the papers you asked me to bring. Let me get them." You smile, walking back to your car.

Pablo took his chance, he walked up to his daughter. "Doll, who's sebas?"

"Mami's friend, he has a big pool." She smiles.

Pablo frowns, turning back to his backyard. "I have a pool." He points at the pool.

"Si, but he has a big unicorn on the pool." She smiles.

He frowns. "I can get you one, two if you want." He kneels in front of her. "You just have to promise me not to go swimming with him anymore, because if you do, the unicorns on papi's pool are going to be sad."

She nodded, excited about the flooties he promised.

"That's my girl." He smiles, walking outside with her. "Now, let's try kicking the ball one more time, yes?"

You watch them both play outside, leaving the papers on the counter. You take your phone to answer some texts.

You didn't have anything else planned for the evening, so you were fine with watching Gavi and your daughter play.

You walk outside, seating at one of the pool chairs he has. You can't help but laugh at how funny he looks frowning when your daughter missed the goal for the third time.

"You know what, let's get you some ice cream." He says, frustrated.

He walks with her in his arm. Telling her that maybe they can try practicing another day. He knows he's maybe a little bit too hard on her about the football thing.

He wants to have something more in common with her. She has a lot of things in common with you, and football might be the only thing he can share with her.

He knows that this past weeks his schedule was too busy, not allowing him to visit her or to do more than just FaceTime.

For him, it's important that when she is visiting. She's having fun and that she enjoys being there.

"Eat your ice cream, I have to talk to mami." He says, pressing play on the movie. He walks over to where you are, seating next to you. "Did you have fun today?"

You turn to him. "I mean, would you consider doing essay research fun?"

"Ni de coña." He frowns. "I want to ask you something."

You nod, leaving your phone and paying attention to him.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

You blink a few times, trying to process the question. "No?" You say, sounding more than a question. "Does it matter?"

"I just, she's saying that she loves going to this friend of yours because he has a pool, and I just." He pauses, not sure how to organize his words. "I don't want other dudes in her life. I don't want another dude teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I'm her dad."

"Well, Sebastian is my sister's boyfriend." You say, making him feel dumb. "And he is not teaching her how to swim or helping her with homework. I don't have anyone because I'm focusing on college and on her, but I'm not saying that if the opportunity comes I'll deny it just because you fear she might get help with her homework."

"It's not about the homework." He says. "I just don't want any other dude near my daughter."

"So I have to be alone just because you don't want her to have any male contact appart from you?"

"You don't need to have anybody, joder. I'm here for the two of you. If you want to be with someone, be with me."

You don't expect Gavi to be the one to say that. You and him haven't been together romantically since before the baby was even born.

Your sister always told you that it was pretty much dumb to have hopes to go back to a relationship with Gavi.

He was a footballer who had girls throwing themselves at him. He was one of the biggest footballers in Spain at the moment.

"Papi"

You feel like your daughter could read the desperation of your thoughts and how you can't figure out how to answer.

You follow Gavi with your eyes as he goes inside the house with your daughter. You take a few more minutes before going back inside.

"Pizza or burgers?" Gavi asks her.

"Me?" She asks, making him nod. "Pizza."

"You still like the half veggie half full meat with extra cheese?" He asks.

You smile. "I actually haven't had that in so long. The last time I had it was with you, actually."

You can't help but feel excitement, he wanted you to choose him. To be together and raise your daughter like a family.

You wish you could make your sister know what happened, like a broadcast thing where she's able to hear and see that Pablo was the one finally giving that step.

< "You think that Pablo and you can be a what?"

"Can you not laugh?"

"Y/n, why would you ever think a 17 year old boy would want to get serious with the girl he got pregnant?"

"I not saying that it has to be right now, but mayb-"

"Maybe in 10 years? When you notice you gave a big part of your youth to a boy who's never going to be more than just the father of your child?"

"I think that maybe someday we can be a family." >

Maybe this is your someday.

"Next week I'm going to be in Milan, but after that I was thinking maybe you can let me have her all day this sunday?"

"Sure, I can drop her." You smile, eating a slice of pizza. "Maybe 9?"

"That works. Escuchas princesa? Pasaremos todo el domingo juntos." (You hear that, princess? We are going to spend all Sunday together)

You can't help but feel butterflies on your stomach with him now saying that he can be the one for you.

Your mind works at a million percent the whole week, you can't help but feel like everything he does or says is a signal.

Your daughter insisted on speaking to him because she refused to go to bed without saying I love you to him.

"Vale, now you need to sleep." He says, turning the light on the nightstand off. "Look, even I'm going to sleep."

Gavi was in Milan, the team was coming back in the morning because they wanted to give the team the day in Milan before coming back.

You grab the phone from her hands, walking to the balcony so you won't bother her. "She's off, thank you."

You and Gavi have been talking at night for a couple of nights in a row. It was becoming something you were looking for at the end of the day.

"My mom was at my house the other day, and she almost killed me when she found out she still sleeps with me in my room."

"If you are giving her a room, please don't paint it with the barca colors."

"Que va, I wanted to ask you to help me decorate it. Maybe a bigger bed than those kids ones, so you can crash for the night."

You can feel your smile grow. "We can talk about it when you are back."

You say goodbye, hanging up the call. You can't seem to drop the smile you have. Nothing was going to make you doubt that this was going to the way you wanted.

You know that you should wait and test the waters, but you have waited three years. You'll be fine trusting.

When Sunday finally hit, you woke up earlier than normal. Got your child ready, letting her watch a movie while you got ready.

Since Pablo was going to spend the day with her, you thought it would be an amazing idea to join them.

You have this plan in your head that with you joining Pablo will notice that you are compromised with the idea of him being back in your life.

You got yourself ready, putting on some nice clothes, doing some makeup to enhance your features, and doing a little bit more than just brushing your hair.

"Vamos, amor." You call her, turning the tv off. "Papi is waiting."

The whole drive feels quick, you have the best mood. You sing with her in the car to some of her favorite songs, making it the best of it.

"Okay, don't forget your doll." You say, fixing her hair before walking to Gavi's house.

You let her knock on the door, she was also happy that she was going to swim with him. You waited for a few minutes, knocking again because maybe he didn't hear it the first time.

You were on the third time knocking when the door opened. You would have preferred to see a sleepy Gavi or maybe for him not to open the door.

You have to wait a few minutes before answering to her. The shirt she had on was the same one you picked for his past birthday, the same one your daughter gifted him.

"Where's Pablo?" You finally ask.

"Oh, he's inside." She smiles.

You fake a smile, knowing she's not the one at fault here. "Can you call him over? Please."

"Sure, wait here."

You nod, watching him get inside the house. "Hey, bubs." You say to your daughter. "Why don't you go to the car? Mami forgot that papi wanted me to take you for breakfast before coming here."

She nods, you open the car door for her. Telling her that you were only going to take a moment and you'll be back to her.

You turn, finding Gavi looking at you. "Seriously, Pablo?"

"Joder, perdona. I got caught up last, and she was supposed to leave before you dropped her." He explains, making things worse for himself. "She's leaving, I promise."

You roll your eyes, wanting to smack his head to bring some sense into him. It's crazy how he can be so childish in the worst moments.

"I'm not doing this." You say to him.

You should know better than to be disappointed. You should know better than to feel like this was your fault.

"I'm taking her for breakfast, I'll text you when we are done so you can pick her up at the restaurant. Please take a shower and change the sheets."

"Why can't you leave her?"

You scuffed, shaking your head at how stupid he sounds. You walk over to your car, not feeling like explaining the obvious to a boy.

"Pablo." You call him before entering your car. "I don't want you to ever mention that you are < here for me >, okay? You are her dad, and I love you for that, but whatever game you are playing, it's over."

Ferran

"Why do teachers hold meetings so early?" He groans, reading the note his daughter gave him. "Why do I need to be at a 7:30 meeting with her kindergarten teacher?"

"Sucks to be you, huh?" You smirk. "It's not a meeting, you need to pick her report card."

He doesn't argue anymore. Knowing that no matter what he says, he's not winning.

"Oye, venga, why does Mister Puffy get more tea than me?"

"You ate Mister Puffy's cake."

"Pero hombre, he offered it to me."

You shake your head at them, enjoying how Ferran argues with the bear about eating the imaginary cake.

You grab your wallet and Ferran car keys. Walking to where they are, he looks comical.

The chair he's using looks like it's about to lose the fight. The tiara on his head matches the tutu on his hips.

"Do you want anything from the store?" You ask him, fixing the tiara.

"Maybe some carrots and some celery, please." He says, hand on his pockets to get his card. "Amore, do you want anything?"

"Juice." She smiles. "Pwease."

You nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back with dinner, love."

You fix her tiara, moving some of the hairs away from her face. If you love something about being a mom, it's being a girl mom.

"Can I get a kiss?" Ferran asks, trying his luck.

You turn to him, getting closer and grabbing his chin, knowing that if you let him, he'll get advantage of the situation.

You place a kiss on his cheek. You can't lie that you want more, but for now, it's all he gets.

"I'll be back. Don't burn the house." You smile, getting up. "No cookies or snacks while I'm gone. It's about to be dinner time." You warn him.

While you are gone, Ferran keeps playing to the tea party. He even got Mister Puffy to be unnivited after he drank all the tea.

He can't lie that he feels happy. You agreed to move to the house he bought you, being much closer to where he is, even agreeing to let him stay.

He got a three bedroom house, thinking that you would agree to let him stay on the spare bedroom you got.

But no, the couch he picked himself was his own torture. You purposely left the spare room not ready, wanting him to suffer a little bit more.

He wasn't going to complain. The fact that you even let him stay after bedtime was enough for him. The physio can help with the back pain later.

"Papi, I'm hungry."

"Well, me too." He chuckles, making the little girl frown at him. "You look a lot like your mami when you do that."

Thankfully for them, you walk back carrying a supermarket bag and a bag from the Chinese Restaurant you know Ferran loves.

He gets up to help you with the bags, using the opportunity to steal a kiss from you.

"That's rude." You say, moving away tying to hide the blush. "Let's go wash our hands, princesa."

You like having Ferran around more than he used to. Thanks to the small distance, he can spend more time with you two.

After dinner, he took care of getting your daughter ready for bed while you organized the pantry and clean the kitchen.

When you are done, you walk upstairs, finding Ferran reading some princess story. You knock on the door, catching his attention.

"Your blanket and pillow are ready downstairs. Also, if you need towels, they are in her bathroom if you want to take a shower."

He rolls his eyes, "You hate me, that couch is killing me."

"Try to sleep early, we need to be on time tomorrow." You smile, moving to your room.

After making sure your daughter was asleep, he went to the bathroom to take the glitter off. He changes into his clean pijama you place in the bathroom for him to change.

As much as he tries, he can't sleep on that couch. The size was a problem, the roughness of it, the cushion was to stiff.

The other problem was that if he wanted to join his daughter. The small bed wasn't much of a better option, yes it was more comfortable but not big enough for two people.

He grabs his pillow and blanket, moving upstairs to your room. He opens the door carefully, trying not to be loud.

He moves you a little to wake you up. "Five more minutes." You mumble, turning to the other side. He tries one more time, tapping on your shoulder. "What?" You ask, opening only one eye.

He can't help but laugh. "Can I sleep here?" He says with the biggest puppy eyes. "The couch is killing me."

You are too sleepy to care. Nodding and moving to the side to let him into the bed.

He knows he might get kicked out, but it's worth the try. Joining you in bed and wrapping his arms around your body.

You don't argue, feeling the warmth of his body comforting, or maybe it's his lips kissing your shoulder what's relaxing.

"Can we skip tomorrow?" He whispers in your ear.

"No." You whisper back, hearing him curse under his breath. You smile at that, enjoying the warmth you need from him.

You can't lie that he wasn't exaggerating when he used to mention that you were the reason he didn't felt like leaving the bed.

All those times he told you to give him more minutes before training is now turned to you. When you begged him to give you five more minutes, grabbing onto him to make him stay in place.

Now you are suffering from the consequences by being a few minutes later than you should.

"You are here!" You boss and friend say. "I thought you called sick. We had three people doing it."

"Oh no, I was-"

"I don't care, it's you, and I forgive you." She smiles. "Can you take care of the three year olds? I know that's where your daughter is, but I swear I can't stand the blonde mom that's there."

"Will do. Do you want me to just do it in general or one by one."

"Whatever is fine, did Mister ball came?"

You pointer towards the lined up parents. Ferran was holding your daughter while checking his phone.

She gives you a look, making you laugh as you walk into the class. You decide to call one by one.

It wasn't that long, all you have to say was, < Oh, your kid is such angel. Here's a golden star for them >

Ferran was the last one, you know that he was doing that to tease you. When he gets there with that big smirk on his face you can't help but smile.

"Señor Torres," you say, grabbing the report card. "Nice to see you here."

"Oh, my pleasure."

"Well, she's been doing her work in class, she's attentive, she's a hard worker. Wonder who she got that from."

You expect him to pull this praise speech on how she's so like him. "She's like her mom. She's the smartest, nicest, most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. If I can say something about her is that I'm proud our daughter is like her."

You know that it might not be the place, but you don't care. You grab his face, giving him a kiss.

"Let me take this to the principal, and we can go." You smile at him.

You grab the few report cards that were there. Giving it to your friend and telling her that there was nothing else for you.

She was okay with you leaving, as soon as there were no more parents in the area where you should be, there's no need for you to stay.

"Okay, I'm free." You say, joining them in the entrance. "What if we go for some breakfast and maybe later we can go to the store, I need some boxes."

Ferran grabs your hand, confused frown on his face. "Boxes?" He asks.

You nod. "Yes, I need them to pack the toys and everything." You explain, opening the car door for him to place your daughter on the car seat.

"Why do you want to pack them?" He asks, buckling the girl. "Where are you putting them?"

You smile at him, sometimes you wonder how he's that mindful on the field. "That way I can bring them home to you."

Fermin

"Papa."

Fermin looked up from his seat, he was entertaining his son with painting. "Wow, that's beautiful."

You had this very important project that needed your full attention. Having no other option but to ask Fermin to help you while you finish it.

It was the last project you had of the semester. After this, it was going to be easier for you to concentrate on your child.

It's been two weeks, and you are finally about to finish it. After all the stressful nights and stressful times you put Fermin through.

He was happy to help, even offering to move to his house while you worked on the project. It was easier for him to return from training and pay full attention to his son.

"Want to see mine?" He asks his son. "Mine has a son on the corner." He points to the smiling sun.

He knows he's not the best at entertaining babies. That's why when he's out of ideas, he calls his mom.

His mother makes a plan for them to do, a walk on the beach of Barcelona, a nice evening at the park, swimming in the pool.

You don't worry about what they are doing, you know that your son is secure. You trusted Fermin with any activity.

"Why don't we get you cleaned." He smiles, picking him up. "Then we can take a nap, cause honestly I need one."

"Mama"

"No, amor. Mami is busy right now, and the soonest we leave her alone is the soonest it takes to finish her work."

You hear how Fermin says this to your son. You decided to take a break, a much needed break.

"Hola, guapos." You say, hugging Fermin's back. "I missed you."

"We missed you too, mami."

"I heard you talking about a nap," you smile, pinching your son's cheek. "Can I join?"

Fermin turns, giving your head a kiss. "That sounds like a plan."

You love how Fermin gets to take care of everything. Even when the plans changed in the last minute.

He never argued about it, he just supported you.

You all moved upstairs, ready to take a well-deserved nap you all were craving. Fermin, and you don't share a room, he wanted to give you your space.

But for special occasions like this one, you all share a bed to be more comfortable. That also felt right to you.

You can't lie that these past weeks you felt the luckiest person. Not only was he helping you to an extent not every father feels like doing.

But he's also the type of guy to take you food to the room where you are studying, he takes you coffee, tea, a snack, dinner.

You worked better when he was home because he would make his mission to entertain his son to the point you have enough time to work and to even take a quick break before taking over.

When you get to present your project, you feel nervous because what if it was wrong? You don't want to disappoint everybody.

Fermin texted you a picture of your son and him, wishing you all the best. "We trust you, mami. No matter what, you are our star."

You feel the confidence taki g over you again. You know that no matter what, like his texts read, he was going to be there for you.

You walk home, bag on your arm. You can't wait to take the heels off and to put something more comfortable.

"Hey!" He calls from the kitchen. "We are eating our snack, want some?"

"I was thinking that maybe we can go out later." You say, walking to where he is.

"You okay?" He asks, worried about your blank expression.

You shake your head, trying so hard to hide your smile. "More than okay, I'm fantastic. The professor loved my project so much."

Fermin smiles, getting closer to you. "I'm so proud of you. We both are." He says, giving your cheek a kiss. "You hear that, buddy? Mami got her project approved."

"So, do you want to go out to celebrate?"

"Joder, I more than anything want to."

You both finish with the snack, moving to your rooms to change into something more appropriate for the evening.

You kept it casual formal, nothing too fancy but nothing too casual. It was the perfect middle.

Fermin got a call from his mother, trying to check on him and the baby. She knows sometimes he oversleep, so she's making sure they're awake.

When she hears the news about your project, she gets happy. She likes you a lot and she's always happy about your achievements.

"Okay, talk to you later, kiddos." She says, waving at the camera. "Love you, have fun."

You wave her back, moving one arm of your kid to say goodbye too. You love the small laughs that come out of him.

You order some food, talking about his day. What's next for him in the season, what's next for the next season, everything basically.

"I was wondering something." He says, leaving the fork and knife. "I know that this project is over and that maybe you want to go back to having your own place."

You nod, not because you agree but to show him that you were paying attention. You can't lie that being together was fun.

"I want you to move permanently to my house." He drops the bomb.

"Are you sure?" You ask, scared that maybe he's just used to having you and not because he really thought about it.

"More than sure, I know that I want to have you both with me at all times." He smiles, grabbing your hand. "I also want to ask you something."

"Tell me, you know you can tell me anything." You smile, thumb caressing his hand.

"I want us to try being together. I love you and our son. We are young, yes, but I know that if we both want to, we can do this."

You smile, moving your hand from his. You close the distance between you two, giving him a kiss as an answer.

"I want that, Fer." You smile. "I love you."

"And I love you, guys."

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[ikram1909]

Gavi on having many haters

[paucubarsisimp]

say it back

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 prank your boyfriend by not saying “i love you” back

warnings: suggestive stuff!

a/n: for my bae, @hollyf1 <33 i hope you like it gorgeous x

୨ৎ pablo gavi

it was late afternoon in barcelona, golden light slipping through the windows, warming up the little apartment you and pablo shared. he was stretched out on the couch, head resting on your thighs, one hand tracing lazy circles on your knee, the other scrolling through his phone.

out of nowhere, with no warning, he looked up at you and said it. quiet, but sure.

“te quiero.”

you heard it. of course you did. but today? you felt like causing just a little chaos.

so you didn’t say it back.

you just kept playing with his hair, eyes on the tv, like he hadn’t said anything at all.

he blinked. “¿qué?”

you hummed. “hmm?”

“i just told you i love you,” he said, already sitting up a little. “you always say it back.”

you gave him a tiny smile. “mhm.”

he stared at you like you’d just ended your entire relationship. “mhm? are you messing with me?”

you shrugged, biting the inside of your cheek.

“nah, no. don’t do this to me right now.” he sat up fully now, dramatic as ever. “you’re mad at me. i knew it. is it the thing i said this morning? because i didn’t mean it like that—”

“pablo—”

“no, wait. be honest. what did i do? i’ll fix it.”

you burst into laughter, finally cracking. “oh my god, i’m joking.”

he froze. “what?”

“i was messing with you.”

he looked at you, dead serious. “you nearly gave me a heart attack. my soul left my body.”

you were still laughing as he flopped back onto the couch, groaning like the world had ended. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m passionate,” he muttered, pulling you down with him. “and you’re evil. beautiful, but evil.”

you kissed his cheek. “i love you.”

he huffed. “too late. damage is done.”

“pablito.”

“nope.”

you rolled your eyes, then leaned in, whispering, “te amo, mi vida.”

he peeked up at you, already melting a little. “okay fine. i forgive you.”

“wow. how generous.”

he smirked. “but i am getting revenge. just so you know.”

you raised an eyebrow. “should i be scared?”

he nodded. “terrified.”

but he kissed you right after, so you figured you could survive whatever chaos he was planning.

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୨ৎ pedri

pedri was lying next to you, half-asleep, hoodie sleeves pushed up, arm slung around your waist like he had no plans to let go anytime soon. his face was buried in the pillow, voice muffled and lazy when he said it.

“te quiero.”

you heard it, and yeah… it made your heart do that little thing it always did when he said that. but today? today you felt like messing with him.

so you didn’t say it back.

you just hummed softly and kept scrolling on your phone.

he lifted his head slightly. “¿lo escuchaste?”

you smiled without looking at him. “mmhm.”

a pause.

“…and?”

“and what?”

he blinked slowly, sitting up just a little, eyebrows knitting together in the way they always did when he was confused but trying not to overthink. “i just said i love you.”

you glanced at him. “oh. gracias.”

he stared at you. silent. blinked again. “gracias?”

you bit the inside of your cheek, staying calm. “yeah.”

he didn’t move. just looked at you for a long second like he was trying to figure out if this was a prank or if his heart had actually just been broken in real time.

“wait, are you mad at me?” he asked, voice lower now, more serious. “did i say something wrong?”

you couldn’t hold the laughter in anymore — you turned to him, grinning. “pedri. baby. i’m kidding.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, lips pressed together like he was trying not to smile. “that’s not funny.”

“it was a little funny.”

“my chest actually hurt,” he said, laying back down dramatically. “i thought we were over.”

you laughed, pulling him closer again. “you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m in love, not dramatic.”

you kissed his cheek. “i love you.”

he pretended to ignore you.

“pedri…”

nothing.

you kissed his jaw. “mi amor…”

he sighed like he was giving in. “now you say it?”

“i was always gonna say it.”

“still hurt,” he mumbled, burying his face in your neck. “wounded forever.”

“you’ll live.”

“barely.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his curls. “te quiero, pedri.”

“yeah, yeah,” he said, voice sleepy again. “we’ll see if you’re laughing when i get you back.”

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୨ৎ ferran torres

you and ferran were lounging on the couch, a movie playing quietly in the background, though neither of you were really paying much attention to it. his arm was casually draped over the back of the couch, fingers brushing against your shoulder as you scrolled through your phone.

out of nowhere, ferran turned his head toward you with that familiar, teasing smirk.

“te quiero,” he said, as if it was just a casual comment, but the way he said it made it feel a little more like a challenge.

you didn’t answer right away. you kept scrolling, pretending not to notice his expectant gaze.

he raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. “¿me escuchaste?”

you looked at him briefly and shrugged, still not making it easy. “mhm.”

ferran tilted his head, clearly not impressed. “just ‘mhm’? that’s all i get?”

you smirked and finally put your phone down, turning to face him. “yeah, why?”

his grin widened, a little mischievous now. “you’re not gonna say it back?”

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms casually. “what if i don’t?”

he leaned in closer, as if he was going to take you seriously, but the playful glint in his eyes said otherwise. “you really wanna do that, princesa?”

you couldn’t help but smile at his teasing tone. “maybe i do.”

ferran leaned back, clearly enjoying this little game. “well, i’m not letting you get away with that.”

he slid his hand over to gently tap your leg, like a reminder that he was still there, still waiting for that response.

“come on,” he said, voice light but with that confident edge. “i say i love you, and you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”

you chuckled and shrugged. “maybe i like leaving you hanging.”

he laughed, a deep, amused sound, then leaned in just a little closer, making sure you felt his presence. “i’m patient, princesa. but not that patient.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at his persistence. “you think i’m gonna say it just because you’re being dramatic?”

he grinned, giving you that cocky look. “oh, i know you will. it’s just a matter of when.”

with that, you finally gave in, shaking your head with a smile. “te quiero.”

ferran’s smile softened, but there was still that playful spark in his eyes. “took you long enough,” he said, leaning back comfortably, still keeping his arm around you.

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too. “you’re lucky i said it at all.”

“just wait till i get you back.”

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

you and pau were sitting on the couch at his apartment, a movie playing in the background, though neither of you were really paying attention to it. pau was lying on his back, his head resting on your lap, scrolling through his phone while you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his hair.

the atmosphere was calm, comfortable. you had been dating for a while now, and things felt easy with pau — natural. but, of course, you couldn’t resist having a little fun.

after a few moments of silence, pau looked up at you, his eyes soft. "te quiero," he said quietly, his voice warm.

you felt a small smile tug at your lips as you met his gaze, but instead of immediately replying, you gave him a mischievous look.

he waited for a moment, clearly expecting you to say it back. you could tell he was being patient, that little glint of expectation in his eyes, but you decided to tease him a bit.

you simply nodded, a soft "mhm" escaping your lips.

pau blinked a couple of times, as if he wasn’t sure if he had heard you correctly. he straightened up slightly, looking at you with confusion. "what?"

you kept your gaze cool and nonchalant, pretending you hadn’t noticed his reaction. "i said 'mhm'," you replied casually.

he let out a small laugh, though you could see the playful frustration creeping into his expression. "no, no, no. i said te quiero, and you're supposed to say it back."

you shrugged, still pretending you were clueless. "i did say it back."

"uh-uh," he said, shaking his head with a grin. "that’s not how it works, princesa. you have to say it properly."

you leaned back into the couch, making sure to keep a neutral face. "why? i already said it… kinda."

pau’s eyebrows furrowed, and you could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter, but his patience was starting to wear thin. "come on, stop playing with me."

you let the silence drag on for a bit longer, enjoying how much it was getting to him. he shifted closer, putting his hand on your leg, eyes narrowing playfully.

"you know you want to say it back," he said with a smirk.

you met his eyes and raised an eyebrow. "oh, do i?"

he nodded, clearly confident in his charm. "i know you do."

you smiled sweetly but didn’t say a word. instead, you let your fingers gently tap his arm, pretending you hadn’t noticed how close he was getting.

pau exhaled dramatically, letting out a small, exaggerated groan. "this is torture, you know that?"

you finally couldn’t hold it anymore. your smile broke out into a grin, and you leaned in closer to him, your face softening as you whispered, "te quiero," just as he was about to say something else.

he paused, his whole demeanor shifting. a smile slowly spread across his face, and he shook his head, chuckling.

"te quiero, huh?" pau said with a playful grin. "took you long enough."

you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you. "you were starting to get dramatic," you teased, gently poking his side.

pau grinned wider, his hand resting on your waist as he pulled you closer. "i knew you’d say it eventually. but next time, don’t make me wait so long."

you laughed again, wrapping your arms around him. "i’ll make sure not to."

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୨ৎ hector fort

you and héctor were on the couch, the day winding down as you both relaxed after a long, busy week. he was lounging beside you, his arm casually draped over your shoulders while you fiddled with your phone, scrolling through random stuff. it was quiet, but not in an awkward way — just in the easy, comfortable silence you shared.

out of nowhere, héctor’s voice broke the stillness, calm but with a little something playful in his tone. "te quiero."

you didn’t immediately respond. instead, you kept your eyes glued to your phone, pretending like you didn’t even hear him.

he waited for a moment, clearly expecting a reply. when you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "¿no vas a decir nada?" he asked, sounding a bit more teasing now.

you shrugged without looking up. "what do you mean? i heard you."

"uh-huh," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "you heard me, but didn’t feel like saying it back, huh?"

you kept scrolling, acting like it was no big deal, but the mischievous glint in his eyes told you he was having fun with this. "maybe i just didn’t feel like it," you said casually, as though it was no big deal.

"oh, so that’s how it is?" he leaned in slightly, his tone playful but with a hint of challenge. "you’re really gonna make me wait?"

you shot him a quick glance, trying to keep your face neutral, but his smile was contagious. "maybe."

he leaned back into the couch, pretending to think for a moment, but you could see the smirk tugging at his lips. "you know, i’ve been pretty patient with you," he said, his voice low and teasing. "but if you’re gonna leave me hanging, i might just have to do something about it."

you raised an eyebrow, still pretending to be uninterested. "like what?"

"oh, i don’t know," he shrugged dramatically, "maybe i’ll just have to keep repeating it until you can’t stand it anymore. or maybe i’ll just—"

"te quiero," you cut him off, finally giving in with a teasing smile, "happy now?"

his eyes lit up, a triumphant grin crossing his face. "finally! i was starting to wonder if i was gonna have to resort to more drastic measures," he teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your cheek. "but now i know you really do love me."

you couldn’t help but laugh, rolling your eyes. "you’re ridiculous."

"you know you love me," he said confidently, his hand gently resting on your waist. "next time, don’t make me wait so long."

you smiled, enjoying how easily he could shift from teasing to serious in an instant. "fine, fine. i’ll be quicker next time."

"that’s all i ask," he replied, pulling you closer, his voice warm and content. "but if you think you can get away with not saying it back again, we’ll see how long you can hold out next time."

you chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. "i’ll keep that in mind."

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

you and alejandro were lounging on the couch in his apartment, both of you winding down after a long day. the tv was on, but neither of you were really paying attention to it. he was lying next to you, his arm casually draped around your shoulders, his head resting against yours.

out of nowhere, he turned to you, his voice light and a little teasing. "te quiero."

you looked up from your phone, raising an eyebrow at him. you didn’t say anything right away, though. instead, you just smiled to yourself and kept scrolling.

alejandro’s grin faltered for a second, clearly expecting a quicker response. "¿qué pasa? no me vas a decir nada?" he asked, his tone already playfully accusing.

you shrugged, acting casual. "i did hear you."

"mhm, but you didn’t say it back," he said, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. you could see the challenge in his eyes. "what’s going on? you’re making me wait?"

you could feel the playful tension rising as he waited for your reply. you looked at him with a teasing smile. "maybe i’m just thinking about it."

alejandro leaned in a little, his lips pulling into a smirk. "thinking about it, huh?" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. "i see how it is. you just wanna leave me hanging?"

you let the silence stretch on for a moment longer, not replying immediately, letting him get more curious.

he shifted, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you, his eyes narrowing just a bit. "you’re not gonna say it back, are you?" he asked, sounding more amused than frustrated.

"maybe not," you said with a shrug, still not giving him the satisfaction of a full reply.

alejandro let out a dramatic sigh, pretending to be wounded. "ouch, that hurts," he said, though there was no mistaking the teasing tone in his voice. "but i’ll give you one more chance."

you chuckled at how much he was playing it up, finally putting your phone down and meeting his gaze. "why should i say it back?" you asked with a sly smile.

he leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a more playful, almost smug tone. "because you know you love me," he said, the smirk on his lips growing wider. "and i’m pretty sure you don’t want to make me beg."

you rolled your eyes, but you could already feel yourself breaking. "fine," you said, barely holding back your laughter. "te quiero."

alejandro immediately flashed a grin, his posture relaxing as he pulled you close. "finally," he said, his voice full of satisfaction. "was that so hard?"

"you’re ridiculous," you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder.

he laughed too, wrapping his arm around you. "hey, it’s your fault for making me wait. i’m just making sure you know how much i like hearing it."

you smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. "next time, i won’t make you wait."

"i’m counting on it," he said with a grin, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "but don’t think you can get away with not saying it next time."

you chuckled, enjoying how playful he was. "we’ll see."

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

the apartment smelled like garlic and something good simmering. music played low from the speaker — something chill, maybe feid or bad bunny, one of lam’s go-tos. you were at the stove, focused on stirring the pasta sauce, and behind you, lamine leaned against the counter with that lazy little smirk of his.

he was watching you like he always did when he was in that soft mood — hoodie on, curls a bit messy, probably still thinking about training but pretending like he wasn’t.

“i love you,” he said, like it was just another thing to throw into the air. casual. natural.

you smiled a little to yourself, but didn’t say it back.

there was a pause.

“wait… did you hear me?”

“hmm?” you asked, pretending to be super focused on the sauce.

“i said i love you.”

you glanced over your shoulder, gave him a soft smile, and just said, “oh yeah. i heard you.”

he blinked. “so say it back.”

you shrugged, turning off the stove. “no need. i already know.”

he stared at you, eyes wide like you’d just told him you hated football. “nah… no, no, no. don’t play like that.”

you walked past him, brushing his arm, trying to hold in your laugh. “i’m not playing.”

he followed you into the living room immediately, hands in the air. “so that’s it? you’re not gonna say it back? after everything we’ve been through?”

you flopped onto the couch, cool as ever. “you’ll survive, superstar.”

“this is emotional damage,” he muttered, sitting down next to you like his whole world just ended. “i scored two goals last week. i deserve better.”

“you want a trophy or something?”

“no. i want my te amo back.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. he was pouting now, head thrown back on the cushion, being 100% dramatic.

“fine,” you whispered, leaning close. “i love you.”

he peeked at you with one eye. “you’re only saying it ‘cause you felt bad.”

“maybe.”

“hm. fake.”

you kissed his cheek. “you still smiled, though.”

he rolled his eyes, pulling you onto his lap like he couldn’t stay mad if he tried. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

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୨ৎ marc bernal

the apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the washing machine and the occasional clink of your spoon against the bowl. you were both sitting on the floor — something you did often. no couch, no noise. just the two of you, sharing cereal and quiet.

marc had a blanket thrown over his shoulders like some kind of sleepy king. curls a little messy, eyes still heavy from his nap. he was always like this after long days — quiet, but not tired of you. never tired of you.

he looked up at you suddenly, like something just came to mind.

“t’estimo,” he said softly, voice low.

you glanced over and smiled, but didn’t say it back. just kept eating, like you didn’t notice.

he blinked. “hey.”

“hm?” you didn’t meet his eyes.

“did you hear what i said?”

“yeah,” you said, cool as ever.

he tilted his head, trying to read your face. “and?”

you wiped a bit of milk from your lip with your sleeve. “and nothing.”

“nothing?” he repeated, a small laugh slipping out. “you’re really not gonna say it back?”

you shrugged. “maybe you’ve heard it enough.”

he didn’t say anything for a second. just looked at you with those warm, steady eyes. the ones that didn’t rush anything. he picked at the edge of the blanket.

“you always say it back.”

you looked over at him, pretending to be serious. “maybe i’m starting a new trend.”

he smiled, slow and crooked. “you’re not serious.”

you didn’t answer — just leaned your head against the wall and looked away dramatically, like some indie film character.

he scooted closer, bowl in hand, now clearly onto you. “you’re messing with me.”

“maybe.”

he laughed again, but there was something soft behind it. “i was starting to think i did something wrong.”

you finally turned toward him, kissed his shoulder lightly, and whispered, “i love you, bernal.”

he gave you a look. one of those quiet little grins that made your chest feel stupidly warm. “you forgot something.”

“what?”

“saying it when i say it. not five minutes later.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “you’ll live.”

he leaned in, forehead resting against yours. “barely.”

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