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Everything happens for a reason part 5 - Alexia Putellas x pregnant!reader
Summary: the world cup final holds some bumps and bruises.
Warnings: angst, blood, injury (all resolved don’t worry!!)
Notes: We pretend alexia played the full 90 of the final… and assisted the winner🤫and no R*biales situation. ALSO deepest apologies for how inactive i’ve been, i have been busy but… i’ve also been lazy i’ll try and be better from now on im sorry!! ❤️
⭐️My requests are open!
Other parts here!!
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Things had been a lot calmer since yours and Alexia’s phone call. The morning sickness and overall fatigue was ever present but the mind numbing arguing had subsided. Alexia still wasn’t overly impressed that you were still playing, as you were nearing the end of your first trimester. The management staff now knew about your pregnancy but after a medical checkup and lots of reassuring, they cleared you to complete the tournament.
The World Cup final was soon and you’d just finished the match that saw you get through. As the final whistle blew, relief flooded your system at the win.
“YES WE’RE THROUGH Y/N!” Screamed Mary, picking you up and hoisting you onto her back.
“I know I can’t believe it!!” You shouted back
The rest of the girls were celebrating as you remained on the goalkeeper’s back, her carrying you around like a carriage.
“Oi careful Mearps don’t want to damage the little princesa!” Bellowed Lucy, upon seeing you on her back.
You were pretty sure Alexia had threatened Lucy in some way in order for her to look out for you whilst Alexia couldn’t. You couldn’t go a day without the older brunette either piling extra food onto your plate, shouting at someone for touching you lightly or simply calling the baby “La princesa”.
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Later that evening, you were splayed across Lucy’s bed, Alessia beside you as the two of you had decided to bombard the older girl until she agreed to let you come in. A Disney movie was playing in the background as you rested your head in Alessia’s lap, your hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on your small bump.
“Ughh why are my tits so sore!” You groaned
“I don’t think your wife would be too happy about me partaking in a conversation about your tits” joked Lucy sarcastically.
“oh shut up! Everything just hurts all the time now, my whole body just kills, especially after the matches” you whined.
“Old age feels the same” laughed Lucy.
“Well both of you are complaining an awful lot considering we only have the final to go, surely that’s exciting no?” added Alessia
“I mean sure it’s exciting but i’m not really looking forward to playing against my wife and half of our team”
“Yeah me neither honestly” agreed Lucy
“Ugh you’re both so miserable, we’ve made it to our first world cup final!” Alessia insisted
“I can’t wait to go home honestly” you began. “I mean obviously I’d love for us to win and this tournament has been incredible, but I just miss my wife and my dog” you explained, eyes filling with tears.
“Oh honey are you crying?” Alessia asked, pulling you into her embrace
“shut up i’m not crying” you huffed in disgust, causing alessia to squeeze you harder. “it’s the baby it’s not me” you sobbed
“look at that la reina is controlling you through her spawn even when she’s not here” bellowed lucy
“Piss off bronze” you sulked
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Training leading up to the final was exhausting to say the least, and it really wasn’t helped by the helicopter parenting you got from half of the team, regarding the baby. The running joke of you “carrying the heir to the throne” caught on quick, even Sarina had played into it, which really didn’t help the teasing you were already receiving from the girls.
Alexia had managed to call you every day recently, inquiring after the health of her “princesas” and somehow managing to hover more than anyone, despite not even being there in person. That is how you found yourself, the day before the final on the phone to your wife, despite you both swearing not to speak to each other before the match.
“Yes Alexia i have been eating well” you huffed
“Are you sure mi amor? How is the sickness?” she replied
“Still exists but it’s definitely better now, it’s only in the morning so it’s not draining me quite as much.”
“That’s good bebita, how are you feeling about tomorrow?” Your wife questioned with a frown.
“Hey i thought we agreed, no football talk” you asked, raising your eyebrows.
“sí but i couldn’t resist mi amor, it won’t leave my mind”
“i know Ale but just think, after tomorrow we’ll be together again, regardless of the result” you smiled
“i miss you so much” she sighed
“i miss you too baby” you agreed
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Dinner that evening was tense, it was evident that despite the excitement in the air at the prospect of a world cup final, the anxiety levels were also high. Even Georgia who was infamous for her inability to keep quiet, was relatively subdued. A strange sense of dread overcame your body as you realised your little bubble would burst as soon as the World Cup was over. Which was not to say that that you didn’t miss your wife because you most definitely did but you knew that this would almost certainly be your last game of competitive football before the baby arrived which was bittersweet when you really thought about it.
“How you feeling darling?” Questions Mary, lightly bumping your hip as she passed her plate onto the chef to be loaded.
“Nervous but excited i think” you half laughed.
“You’ll be amazing, you’ve saved us multiple times in this tournament. I know how hard it’ll be to be up against her but you deserve it y/n! Celebrate that regardless of the result tomorrow”
“You always know what to say Mary” you smiled, bringing the older woman into a hug.
You hadn’t slept so well since the tournament has started, sometimes all that was needed was a friend.
The journey to the match saw you receiving a good luck text from many people, one of which being your mother in law. Although you knew she’d be supporting Spain, as would Alba, you knew that the pair would be proud of both you and Alexia regardless of the result.
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The bus arrived at the ground after a short 30 minute drive, something you were thankful for as that pregnancy travel sickness was no joke. You were seated next to Alessia much to your delight, the younger girl had been nothing but supportive of you the entire tournament. Ella and Mary were sat opposite you two on the table, playing a rather competitive game of uno.
“You ready?” Alessia sighed as she stood up.
“As ready as i’ll ever be” you said, mirroring her sigh.
“LETS GO GIRLS!” Bellowed Ella, the brunette forever having no filter.
You stepped off the bus, only to be greeted by masses of fans behind the gates, waiting to cheer you in. Many of those fans were adorned in Spanish shirts, likely hoping to get a video of you, Lucy and Keira as you noticed a couple of them with Barça scarves around their necks.
You smiled as you high-fived the row of mascot children to your right, carrying a bottle of water in your other hand.
As you found your way to the changing room, the atmosphere started to sink in as you realised you were actually at a world cup final, something that 5 year-old you had dreamed of since the day your idols Ronaldinho and Rivaldo had stepped onto that same stage 21 years ago.
Pitch inspection was up next as you wandered beside your captain with her reminding you of formation and reassuring you of your importance to the team throughout the tournament. You looked across the pitch and saw the Spanish team doing the same thing, wondering whether or not it would be appropriate to go and greet them.
Lucy being Lucy, beat you to that thought as she bounded over in the direction of Ona and your recognisably pink-haired girlfriend. Alexia was adorned in a navy blue tracksuit that proudly (or rather not so) displayed the RFEF emblem on her heart.
You wandered over, slightly more carefully than your counterpart, locking eyes with your wife as she looked up from her phone. Her gaze softened as it met yours, the both of you knowing that a conversation would result in tears, no matter the nature of it. Instead, you chose a simple hug, a hug that said more than words ever could. One of her arms was settled on your back, the other reached gently over your hoodie to caress the small bump that formed there.
“I love you” she whispered softly in your ear.
“Te amo” you responded, before breaking the hug and wandering back over to join the rest of your teammates, knowing you both needed the focus before the match and any further interaction would have to wait for the sake of concentration.
Upon reaching the dressing room, you began to change into your warmup kit, placing your hands where your wife’s have been just moments ago and smiling.
“Starting to show are we?” Questioned Leah with a smirk
“Hmm yes a little” you smiled
“How do you feel seeing her?” She inquired after Alexia
“Honestly relieved to be with her again” you sighed
“Well that’s good darling, we’ve got a game to win now come on!” She cheered as she dragged you by the arm, onto the pitch.
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You readied yourself into position, you spared a simple glance at your wife, knowing that regardless of the result today you would end up in her arms and that thought alone was enough to calm some of the nerves currently enveloping your body. You glanced into the stadium briefly, scanning the crowd where your gaze met your mother and sister in law, cheering frantically. You noticed that Alba was in fact wearing an England scarf on top of her Spain jersey, a detail that made you grin slightly at her love.
The game kicked off relatively fast paced with Spain holding much of possession but luckily the majority of that possession was through their defence and midfield and far from your backline. The actual tempo of the game was relatively calm with the majority of Spain’s attacking opportunities being closed down through the talented midfield and sharp defence that England possessed.
However this all but changed in the 29th minute as Lucy made a risky run out into the middle and you were torn between covering her and staying on Jenni as she’d positioned herself perfectly onside, ready to receive any loose ball that came her way and likely put it in the net, knowing the talented feet of the 33 year old. Ultimately you stood your ground with Jenni, calling on Georgia to come back and cover. Before Georgia could grasp what you were saying over the volume of the crowd, Spain had regained possession via Alexia as she slotted a pass of pin point accuracy across to Olga Carmona who running at full speed down the wing, the wing in which Lucy should reside. Damn Lucy Bronze and her spontaneous spurts of energy. Your legs moved faster than your mind as you raced across the pitch, attempting to thwart Spain’s promising attack but before you could get there, Carmona struck the ball with a perfection that many could only dream of. You watched as the ball soared across the goal, straight at the right post and hit the back of the net as Mary stretched out fully.
The save never came.
Everything went silent.
Spain had scored and there was nothing you could do about it.
Your ears tuned back into reality as you watched Olga lift her shirt to reveal a message in celebration, you watched as her teammates, including your wife, rushed to pile her into a group hug. You watched as your own teammates sauntered back to the half way line in despair, knowing that your decision to stick back could’ve been the decider that cost a goal in potentially the most important game of your career.
Despite all this, you couldn’t help but feel a warmth inside you as you saw Alexia, the look of pure passion and happiness on her face, a look you missed seeing when she played. Your wife had assisted the goal to put her team ahead in a World Cup final and despite it being against your beloved England, you couldn’t help but feel a small sense of joy for the woman you loved.
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Half time couldn’t have come any sooner as you wiped your brow and plodded off the field, exhausted from both the physical and emotional battles that the first half had brought.
The dressing room was tense, Sarina was in the centre of it offering a motivating team talk, a team talk you payed little attention to as all you could think about was how you selfishly hoped she’d pull you off at half time. You’d never ask to come off but if she did decide to take you off in that moment, you couldn’t help but feel you’d be happy for the rest as the pregnancy was seriously impacting your energy levels.
To your disappointment, your prayers were not answered and you were forced to likely endure another 45 minutes of football, despite the ache that persisted throughout your body. You gathered into the huddle of your teammates, just as the second half was about to commence.
“You alright y/n?” Asked Lucy, concern etched in her face
“Mhm just a little exhausted” you assured the older woman
“Well vamos chica let’s kick some Spanish ass!” Cheered Lucy, as the huddle broke up and everyone returned to their positions.
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The second half started slowly with near enough no excitement, England has their chances throughout but none of them connected, hitting the crossbar or going just wide every time.
That didn’t stop Spain from fighting for a second all throughout, a second they might be coming close to.
Aitana dribbled through the English midfield as if they were cones in her training drill, leaving each one for dead and proceeding to boot in your direction. You met her run, using your body to shield your goal as she curved to the left, in an attempt to foil you but you stood your ground. Hands behind your back, body perfectly positioned as you blocked her powerful cross that would’ve found Jenni, unmarked in the box had it not been for your body. The ball went out for a corner as you let out a small sigh of relief which didn’t last long as you moved to mark none other than your wife on the edge of the box.
“Hola bebita” alexia grinned, in an attempt to distract you
“Shut up Putellas” you countered, causing her to roll her eyes and laugh from behind you, where her body was flush against your back, albeit a little softer than usual. Likely due to the precious cargo you carried.
Mariona aligned herself at an angle with the corner flag, holding one arm in the air to signal the corner routine.
A split second later she struck her foot to release the ball, a ball heading in your direction. You jumped and full power, in an attempt to beat a most definitely taller Alexia to the ball. Alexia jumper almost in sync, mind set on nothing but ensuring the ball reached the back of the net. However, neither of you made it to the ball and Alexia’s head collided sharply with the back of your head, causing a wave of pain to wash over you and your whole body to crumple forwards due to the shock, Alexia landing half on top of you.
You screamed out in pain as everything went black.
“Y/N!” Screamed Mary as she watched blood drip from your head.
“MEDIC NOW!” Yelled Lucy as the medical staff came rushing over to your unconscious form.
Alexia rubbed her head in pain as she sprung up at the commotion, met with the sight of her wife bleeding on the floor. Her pregnant wife, hurt, because if her. Reality kicked in at that moment.
“No no no no mi amor.” She pleaded “Lo siento, lo siento” she beckoned as she crouched down, eyes wide in horror at the sight in front of her.
She felt an arm grip her shoulder and pull her back and was met with the faces of Chloe Kelly and Lauren James as they shoved her away, screaming abuse in her face.
You’d regained consciousness as this point as the medics shone a light in your face and began assessing the wound.
“She’s pregnant” Mary announced to the medics, as they nodded with a look of pure worry that elicited a sinking feeling in the stomachs of those present.
Your teammates huddled close by, with concern present on all of their faces. Alexia fought her way back through pleading to you.
“Go away Alexia” was all you could manage before you slipped back out of consciousness.
Alexia’s heart broke at the sight, you blamed her, you thought she’d done it on purpose, shock set into her body as she watched in horror as the medical team loaded you onto a stretcher and stretched you off to medical.
“¡Quiero ir con ella!” Alexia demanded towards Vilda who shook his head and began lecturing her in Spanish. She protested consistently but eventually agreed to play the final 10 minutes, out of fear of punishment, not to herself by the younger players, should she argue any further.
The final whistle felt like an eternity later. Alexia having done nothing but fight the urge to run off the pitch in the final 10 minutes. Spain had won the World Cup but Alexia had no desire to celebrate with her team, all she wanted was to run to her wife and ensure you and the baby were okay. She was stopped by a firm grip on her hands as Vilda shoved her in the direction of the team. She shoved him right back, a moment she knew would be plastered all over social media later. A problem that could wait for the future.
As she was stopped again, Alexia spotted her mother in the crowd and signalled for her to find you and her mother did so, barging past security and into the tunnel.
Alexia slipped past everyone, ignoring the beckoning of the Spanish staff and bolted into the tunnel, knowing that the media would tear her apart later, calling her “cocky” “overrated” and “ungrateful” for her obvious disinterest in the trophy and general celebration but she did not care. The only thing on her mind in that moment was her family. No medal, trophy or football game was more important that you or her child.
After a frantic search she located you, accompanied by your medical staff and her mother and sister.
“Mi Estella, lo siento mucho” she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes
“I know Ale you didn’t mean it” you mumbled weakly
“No of course not amor! Are you okay? El bebé? Is the baby okay?” She rambled, ignoring the look of pure shock on her mother and sister’s face.
“We’re running tests now, just prepping an ultra sound machine” informed one of the doctors, as he squirted a blue gel across the gentle curve of your stomach.
“I’m so sorry querida” tears were streaming now “I hurt you! I hurt our bebita” she spluttered cupping your face as you felt the doctor begin to move the probe over your stomach.
“Ale no it’s okay, i’m okay look” you gestured towards the ultrasound machine
A steady heart beat filled the room.
A grainy image of your baby filled the screen.
The baby was okay.
“Oh, gracias a Dios” her mother exclaimed, relieved at the health of her grandchild that she’d only learnt existed moments ago.
“YOU’RE PREGNANT?!” Yelled Alba
“Sí lo siento for not telling you both, I found out during the tournament, we’ve been trying for months” you smiled, tears in your eyes.
The ultrasound technician wiped the gel with a tissue before printing out several copies of the image.
Your wife was unbelievably silent, staring, mouth wide at the ultrasound.
“Alexia” you called
“Te quiero más que a nada” she breathed. “I’m so sorry mi amor, I’ve missed you so much” she placed a gentle kiss to your lips, squeezing your hands firmly with her sweaty ones, before she placed a second kiss to your bump.
“I’m so glad we’re together again mi vida” you replied with a smile, touching your foreheads together.
“I so hope it’s a girl so she can be alba junior!” Raved the younger Putellas sister
“ALBA!” Alexia and Eli retorted simultaneously.
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FC Barcelona - Rayo Vallecano | LaLiga (May 19th, 2024)
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Enemies Forever
soo this is something i’ve had in mind since the el clasico and hope you enjoyyy💖 and please comment on it that really helps me a lot xx
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pairing: Jude Bellingham x Y/N
genre: angst
summary: you are a famous actress in Spain and a die hard barca fan. You unfortunately were also in a situationship with the Real superstar Jude Bellingham but try your best to not let it get serious
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It was an intense match, to say the least. You were at the stands watching with so much anticipation you didn’t even realize the crowd filming you. It wasn’t the easiest being recognized everywhere you went but most importantly you didn’t want to steal the spotlight from what mattered the most, FC Barcelona.
You were raised as a fan religiously by your dad all your childhood, every match day was a chaos while all your close family friends and relatives came to your house and there was always a big feast before or after but never during the game. He even wanted to name you after the squad of Barca but luckily your mother intervened and named you something cuter so it was not a surprise to anyone that you were a big supporter. You were filming a series in Madrid as a young and successful actress so the game being held in Madrid was in your advantage for once. You always talked on interviews about your love for the club and went as far as being one of their models for a campaign last year which was a lifelong dream for you. And now, here you were anxiously watching the game against Real Madrid at Bernabeu VIP section with your Lewa shirt on. You decided wearing a youngsters shirt would cause so much more trouble even though you basically had all of them.
The game was head to head and it seemed like there would be room for another goal and it really happened, just not the way you wanted it to be. Bellingham scored right after the 90 minutes mark and everyone started screaming whilst you were devastated. With Fermin’s goal you really had hope for a win and since the season wasn’t going that well everyone needed it but it all came crashing down with a stupid goal from a stupid Madrid player.
Jude Bellingham.
You hated the way he celebrated rallying the fans further, you hated that he provoked everyone and anyone and most of all you hated him for scoring against your team. You and Jude had a complicated relationship, it was actually a few days after the first clasico at a prestigious night club in Madrid that you bumped into each other. You were seething with anger because a few days ago he crushed your hopes, again but he didn’t seem too concerned about your anger. In fact he looked like he enjoyed watching you try to shoot daggers at him and even had the audacity to come up to you late at night while you were completely wasted.
You sometimes wished that the story ended there, he came up to you and tried to flirt but you told him no way and walked away. But it didn’t. In fact, you and Jude had been meeting up pretty frequently over the last months and playing football definitely wasn’t his only talent. At first you told yourself it was all out of hatred, you did it because you were angry at him. In the morning you quickly dressed up and told him your team would be in contact to sign the non disclosure agreement and left in a hurry not even speaking to him properly. It was a shameful act but it was just a one night stand, right? Then came the second time you met, it was at your costar’s house party where only a few people were invited and he had to be one of them. Jude came up to you talking loudly about how your show helps him get better at Spanish and all this bullshit to throw any eavesdroppers off.
“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked him with furrowed brows “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Oh, I’m sorry didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to leave the house unless I had your approval. I also didn’t know we were getting that serious.” he winked and smiled but all you could feel was panic and frustration.
“No, it’s not what I- We’re nothing. No in fact we aren’t nothing, we’re rivals and we despise each other.” you stated pointing your finger at him but he just watched your poor attempt of scolding him with a boyish grin on his face.
That’s how you ended up sleeping with him the second time and the next morning tried your best to escape without him waking up but he beat you to it.
“Where are you going?” he mumbled in a deep voice as you were walking out on him.
“I have a scene to shoot this afternoon.” you lied without looking at his face.
“It’s only 7” he answered back as he reached for his phone on the nightstand.
“I know.” you said still refusing to turn back but soon heard shuffling and felt his arms reach around you and pull you in a hug. You stiffened in his touch, not sure what to expect.
“Why are you trying so hard to hate me?” he leaned his head on your shoulder trying to get a look at you but you turned your head slightly.
You were caught off guard by his question.
“I’m not trying.” you confidently answered using your acting skills. “I just do”
He sighed loudly and freed you.
“So let me get this straight, this, this whole thing we did last night, it’s all out of hate? I hope all the Barca fans who hate me won’t request the same treatment.” he joked you and you felt your anger return immediately at the mention of your team.
“Yes, I hate you. I hate you and your club. This, us sleeping together a couple of times changes nothing in my eyes. It was just a drunken mistake.” you tried defending yourself but knew your excuse was weak since you didn’t even drink much last night in hopes that would prevent you from getting in his bed, which was proven not to be the case.
“Oh, c’mon Y/N you know this isn’t just being drunk and wanting to fuck anything that moves.”
“But it is.”
“But it’s not and you know it. Yes, that would explain the first time but the second one, that’s on you. Look I seriously can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t believe it when you say you don’t want anything with me.”
“You practically begged me.” you raised your voice being in disbelief about how he was trying to pin this on you and also deliberately ignoring his last statement but unfortunately, your heart rate was pretty damn affected by it.
“Yeah, I did because I’m not a coward who’s afraid of what people might think of me and there’s obviously something between us Last night you had every right to stop me but you didn’t. So stop with this bullshit.” he said also in a raised voice. You were too stunned to make a comeback so gathered all your belongings and left his place. He was an annoying guy, sure but what got to you the most was the fact that he was right. You had every chance to tell him to stop or leave you alone but there was something linking you to him. You felt it too but was pretty embarrassed by it. Jude tried calling out to you but you didn’t stop afraid of what might happen and walked to your car leaving his place.
After that it was calm for a while but with Jude, this is never a good sign.
Your inner voice was right and there he was, standing at your door at 2 am. He looked out of it, his eyes were hooded, his phone screen was cracked and he smelled like a luxurious liquor store.
“Jude, how did you-
“I asked Ines.” he explained before you finished your question which was a good sign, his brain still half worked.
“Why would she give you my home address this is so irresponsible, what if you were planning on killing me?” you panicked at your friend’s poor judgment but Jude found it amusing. He bit his lip in order to stop himself from giggling.
“What are you laughing at? Are you here to kill me?” you raised a brow being more annoyed at him now.
“I’m here to talk.” he immediately looked more serious but it only made you sweat.
“Talk about…” you trailed off hoping he’d finish the sentence for you.
“The global warming and its effects on the society.” he looked at you like you were dumb for even asking. “I’m here to talk about us.” he said when you flipped him off.
“Jude, there’s no us and you know it.”
“But I don’t know it Y/N, I really don’t because you try so hard to act like you don’t feel anything but I see it every time we’re together. The you hating me and being disgusted by me is all part of the act and I know it because whenever we touch it’s electricity.” he tried pleading with you but you were adamant about this being nothing important. You were just mortal enemies having hate sex.
“Jude, I think you’re just reading too much into it.” you finally said and saw his shoulders drop immediately. You knew you were lying, you felt it as much as he did, you couldn’t stop thinking about him either.
“S okay, I’m sorry to bother you.” he turned on his heels and started making his way down the stairs of your house but all you felt was panic. You tried your best to stay strong and not let these weird feelings get in the way of your brain but they did and you called out to him. He turned back when you asked if he wanted some water but both of you knew this had nothing to do with any beverage.
He came in that night and you started to talk, for the first time without you taking jabs at him for anything he said or him making stupid jokes. You expected the talk to be awkward and have stretched out silences but to your absolute surprise it happened so effortlessly.
You talked about your upbringings and families, jobs (yes you still gave him a hard time about being a Real Madrid player) and anything and everything. It felt so good to open up to someone about some of the things you found hard and he did the same. In fact, the night went so good that you asked him to join you in bed after a while and he held you while you slept. Needless to say it was probably the best sleep you’ve had in your adult life.
The next morning you woke up to see Jude cuddling to you like a koala and couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You wanted to make some breakfast so tried slowly getting out of his grasp but it only became stronger.
“I’m not letting you escape.” he murmured still half asleep.
“Jude, this is my house.” you laughed but he still didn’t budge.
“I want to make something to eat.” you whined hoping this would make him drop you but he just opened one eye and looked at you skeptically.
“Don’t you have a chef?”
“Oh, I’m sorry not all of us has that kind of money.” you retaliated and his face immediately turned pink as he thought you were offended.
“I- I didn’t mean it like-
“Relax, I’m messing with you. I do but she’s on a vacation.” you laughed but he stayed pouting so you figured a kiss would do the trick and it worked wonders.
This is how your past months were, secretly meeting up at one of your places, having dinner and basically doing most things couples do but without going out or having a title. He tried to have ‘the talk’ but you shut him down because it terrified you, you had strong feelings about him but decided it’d be better to sweep them under the rug and Jude, begrudgingly respected your decision.
But today was different, it was the el clasico and you couldn’t stand Jude at the moment. You were pretty convinced people could see the smoke coming out of your ears but didn’t care and hastily exited the stadium to go home. On the ride back you missed several texts and calls from Jude about where you were and when you finally checked them you didn’t bother to answer. He should know how mad you were right now and give you some space.
Unfortunately, that’s not the kind of man Jude Bellingham is. You were sure of it when you saw him standing at the door with a smug face and some chinese.
“I’m seriously not in the mood” you tried to shut the door because just seeing him made your blood boil.
“Aren’t you gonna congratulate me?” he laughed and you suddenly had an urge to strangle him but while you were staring at him in shock he made his way in.
“Jude, I said I’m not in the mood.” you reiterated but he was busy making himself comfortable on your couch. You stood in front of him while he looked up at you.
“Oh, come on, you can’t seriously be mad. This is my job Y/N.”
“And that was my team you scored against at the last minute.”
“What should have I done? Miss on purpose?” he looked at you like he was stating the obvious.
“I didn’t ask you to do anything on purpose, I’m just not in the mood for your teasing or gloating.” you motioned to the real madrid shirt he had on.
“How is this gloating? I literally came straight from the game? I didn’t have anything else clean.”
“Well yeah, it’s pissing me off.” you yelled.
“Y/N you need to understand I’m a professional footballer and I was just doing my job. It wasn’t anything personal.” he stated more calmly so you sat down next to him.
“And you need to understand it’s nothing personal too. I just can’t or won’t deal with a Madrid player right now… Or for a while.” you added with your hands in your hair and he raised an eyebrow.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what it means.” you avoided his gaze.
“So you want to end this because I scored a goal.” he asked trying to remain calm but you could see his demeanor shift.
“Look, it was never going to work out anyway. We don’t have to make it a big deal.”
Now it was Jude’s turn to stand up angrily. He started shouting but you couldn’t even focus on the things he was saying, all you could think about was to wish you’ve never said all that. You didn’t even mean it but were just angry at the moment, maybe you wanted to hurt him just like he hurt you but you quickly realized breaking things off had effects on both of you. Jude stormed out after about two minutes of yelling, he looked so mad and defeated and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for hurting him.
This was for the best, you told yourself repeatedly. Maybe if you said it enough times it’d become the truth.
You woke up the next morning with a headache, not surprisingly. For a moment you reached over at Jude’s side to get some affection but was quickly reminded of last night’s events by the coldness of his side. Your heart ached and you felt so bad after seeing his state but couldn’t bring yourself to beg for his forgiveness. Maybe you should’ve done that, told him about all your fears and ask for a proper chance but couldn’t.
After taking a quick shower, you decided to check your phone. You wanted to do it the moment you woke up but was afraid there wouldn’t be any notifications from Jude. Not that you cared but still. And to nobody shock, there weren’t. You knew this would eventually happen. One day you’d push him too far and he’d leave you alone just like you told him multiple times but the thing you didn’t anticipate was him being the talk of the town. Well, you figured he’d be because of the game last night but it was actually for other reasons.
‘Jude Bellingham spotted leaving the club with an unknown woman after a magnificent goal’
#football imagine#football#football oneshot#football x reader#football x y/n#football x you#football blurb#football one shot#football angst#fc barcelona#real madrid imagine#real madrid#jude bellingham angst#jude bellingham x yn#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham oneshot#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham
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Gavi and his unlimited love for cameras 😭
#his expressions are so funny 😭😭#his face leaves nothing to the imagination#it's all written on it#I fucking hate the clip from the car tho#those kids are so annoying 😒#pablo gavi#baby waby#fc barcelona
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Hey, hope you’re good. For the Barcelona football player povs, could you maybe do one about the moment he realised he was in love with you, thanks :)
FALLING IN LOVE
—FC BARCELONA.
summary: How would boys react when they realize they are in love?
words: +1.5k
warnings: none. cute, soft.
song recommendation:
Pedri González.
You were probably one of his first loves. Maybe he once loved someone but not like he does you. He really wanted to take things slowly but after not being able to hide his feelings, he would accept that he is completely in love with you.
Although he still doesn't know whether to tell you, he trusts you and knows that you would never hurt him, but he will wait for you to tell him so as not to influence your decision.
But he is very in love and you will see how he begins to have different attitudes towards you, his hands look for yours all the time, his eyes do not stop looking at you, his voice changes when he talks to you.
Ferran Torres.
You just got out of a relationship and didn't think you could fall in love again so quickly. But Ferran will not hesitate to tell you that her feelings have changed and now he sees you differently.
He really loves you, like you are the right person for him, he likes you with all your strengths and weaknesses. The way you laugh, when you seek his warmth, when he embarrasses you at his compliments.
He really admires and is proud to be able to say that he loves you. Because for him you are an honest, loving and kind person. So how not to fall in love with you?
Joao Felix.
Like Ferran, Joao also just broke up from a somewhat complicated relationship and although he thought he would not fall in love again for a long time, you arrived to ruin his plans (in a good way).
It was inevitable for him to think that you were a great woman, with clear values, principles and objectives. A woman who knows she wants him and loves that.
Compared to his previous relationships, this time Joao feels that it is real. That you understand and complement each other, that you don't need to tell the world about yourself but that you love and support each other.
Pablo Gavi.
For Gavi, loving you is something new in his life. Maybe she has had the odd romance but none like yours. He is completely lost in you.
Like a youthful romance and one of those that will last a lifetime. Gavi admires you, supports you and loves you no matter what. Willing to learn from you and everything that loving you entails.
He's a gentleman, he likes to be affectionate with you, tell you cheesy things, take you to cute places. He will show you to the world, because he loves you and he wants everyone to know it.
Fermín Lopez.
You have known each other since you were little and how could you not fall in love with such a man? He is everything to you.
Fermín is the person that everyone wants by their side, affectionate, kind, careful and respectful. And he loves you unconditionally. He has loved you forever, since you used to play in the gardens of his house.
I always accepted his feelings for you and he was always direct because he knows what he wants and that's you. So he's an old romantic and will treat you like the queen you are.
Marc Guiu.
Maybe at first he tries to hide his feelings, we all know that he likes to seem like a tough man but deep down he is not.
He is completely in love with you and he won't be able to hide it for long. Because he loves it when you laugh, when you get close to him, when You are free and fun.
He likes it when you care about him and take care of him, it makes him want to love you more than he should. So he will confess and he won't let you go, he is determined to have you in his life and he knows that you want it too.
Héctor Fort.
You are the first girl he has liked since he can remember and it will be a little shy and embarrassing for Hector. He doesn't know how to tell you, act, or approach you.
He will probably feel a little insecure at first but he will gain confidence when you are the one who approaches him and shows him that you are also interested.
Everything will be like the first time with him, loving each other, understanding each other, taking care of each other, but it will be so magical because Héctor is simply in love with you in every way.
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Sunsets and footballers (Part 78)
Alexia Putellas x Character (34)
Masterlist (other parts here)
((**Lil one - 1.4k**))
ALEXIA POV
Alexia went still, her whole body frozen. Ridley was there. On her knees. Staring up at Alexia. Those dark eyes troubled, her hair its usual messy and perfect look, and her smell. Fuck. Her lips. Fuck. That scar. Fuck. Ridley.
How did she-? It was an airline. Of course she knew. And she was probably also responsible for their upgrade to first class.
Ridley reached up slowly and pulled Alexia’s noise cancelling headphones down and around her neck with a gentleness that seemed to be only for her.
“La Reina..”
“Ridley..” She breathed. Who was she kidding? She was never going to get over her.
They were silent for a few moments, just taking each other in. Alexia unclipped her belt to lean forward, closer to her. The need to touch her and be touched by her was almost too much to bear.
“You left,” she whispered, hurt.
“I did.”
“You fucking left, Ridley.”
Ridley nodded, leaning closer to her also. “I’m sorry, Lee.” Her finger tips brushed Alexia’s hair from her cheek and just that small touch send shivers down her spine.
“I need to say something, if you’d let me.”
Did she deserve that? “Go ahead.”
“I ran… I ran, and I’m sorry. You deserve better.” Ridley was being vulnerable with her which made Alexia just want to touch her, anywhere, in support. To feel her skin on her own and make sure it was real. That she was real. “Lex… you can’t understand how torn I am… how conflicted. Half of me wants you to leave and find happiness elsewhere, away from me, so I don’t taint your beautiful soul with my darkened one. The other half begs for you, yearns for you, dreams about you and selfishly wants you close to me, always.”
“You always said that you weren’t good for me, but I never believed you. I still don’t.”
Ridley sighed, looking down. “I feel like I’m not good for anybody, and I didn’t want to put that burden on you for simply loving me. I went away and couldn’t stop my thoughts. I was conflicted. But amongst my confliction, I missed one very important thing. I didn’t give you a choice.”
She looked up at her, her heart on her sleeve.
“My soul is tainted, Lex. I’ve done horrible things that I’ll regret for the rest of my life. But I also know that I’ve never felt about anyone, the way I feel about you. You’ll always be safe with me, whether it’s physically, mentally, financially… I’m still working on the emotionally part. You bring far too much out of me in that regard.”
Alexia’s lips trembled at the pure, unfiltered emotion in her voice. She was being so brave and speaking so beautifully. So vulnerably.
A flight attendant tapped Ridley’s shoulder to say boarding was almost finished and she nodded, telling her she’d only be a few minutes.
“Lex, meeting you broke a spell I’ve been under for a long time. Meeting you made me realise that maybe I was worthy of love after all. You took up space in my heart before I even knew it, and now, it seems you’re there to stay. I feel sorry for the Ridley before you because she didn’t realise how much love and happiness she was missing without you. You’ve changed me forever, and I’ll happily spend the rest of my life trying to thank you.” She cupped her cheek and stroked it with her thumb. “Regardless of if you want to stay or go…”
Ridley was giving her a choice. And even though she’d never meant to, it was the one and only choice she’d ever denied her.
Alexia’s heart broke. She leant down, her hands needing to touch her, and her cheek pressed against her own. She just needed to be close to her.
“I’m damaged..” she whispered, her breath soft against Alexia’s cheek.
“You’re human…” Alexia replied softly against hers, nudging it a little as if to wake her from her stupor.
“I’m broken.”
Alexia’s hand travelled down until it rested over her heart, feeling that strong beat. “You feel whole to me.”
Ridley’s hands found Alexia’s wrists and gripped on, as if to keep her there. Wanting her close.
Alexia’s lips brushed their way up to her forehead where she gave a singular kiss with more love and passion than she had ever expressed before. So much so, that it even surprised her. “I’m right here.”
Her hands were either side of her jaw now, Alexia’s cheek resting against her eyebrow. They stayed like that for a time, until the reality of where they were set in. Ridley pulled back and the expression she had on her face affected Alexia so much, that she could feel all of Ridley’s emotions.
That’s the moment Alexia knew she’d completely and desperately fallen in love with her.
“I’m sorry I ran,” she whispered again, her face betraying her pain. Ridley was letting herself be emotional with her, and it caught Alexia completely by surprise in the best kind of way. She knew what it meant. She was letting her in.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not. Not at all. Now the choice is yours, Lex.”
Alexia thought on it for a minute or so until she spoke. “I want you, Lee. In every single way. But relationships are a two-way street, and they start with us as individuals. I want you. I lov-“ She stopped herself and sucked in a breath. Fuck, she really loved her. “I… but right now you need to find that part of you that doesn’t believe you deserve to be loved, and you need to learn to love yourself. To know in your heart that you deserve to love and be loved.. because you do. You fucking do. You deserve the world.”
Ridley’s face broke, and then hardened slightly. It was an honest truth that she needed, but of course it hurt.
“You’re… right.”
Alexia leant forward again, her lips on her forehead and kissed her there. “I know,” she whispered. “And I truly hope you can find that, because you deserve to have the love of your life.”
She pulled back and Ridley was holding herself strong, surprisingly. “Is there any hope for us?”
Alexia’s pride and independence crept up. She knew what she needed. “If you can learn to love yourself, and promise me that you’ll stay. That you won’t run away again. That you’re ready to move forwards, together.” Ridley was paying attention closely like she always did. She was always a good listener. “I need you to be here for me, like I am for you. I need security.”
“How will you know that I’m ready?”
Alexia smiled. “You’ll fight for me. For us.”
Ridley almost smiled. She liked that idea, it seemed. “Until then… can we be friends?”
“Friends who love each other, yes. Yes, please. I’d like that.” She needed Ridley to prove that she was there to stay.
“Hm.” She liked that answer. Ridley looked over her shoulder and gestured to the flight attendant who came by. “No change to the manifest. Please stand the ground crew down. Leave the baggage and pet on board.”
She nodded with a smile at Ridley that had Alexia’s jealousy spike and left.
“You’re leaving Chiquito with me?”
“I can’t take him away from you..”
“He’s yours.”
“I think you’ll find that he’s ours now.”
Typical Ridley sass. She loved it.
“We can share him…”
Ridley smiled her agreement and the Spaniard didn’t realise how much she’d missed seeing that. Seeing her lips curve upwards and her scar move on her cheek. She reached out and touched it.
“Deal.” She said as she rocked back on her heels and stood. “Good bye, Alexia.”
Alexia caught her arm as she went to turn, and pulled her back down, their faces so close she could kiss her without a thought. Though it most definitely was a thought. Their first kiss. “Ridley?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t leave again. Fight for me. Fight for us.”
Ridley clipped her belt up, pulling it tight across her hips. Fuck.
And then her thumb traced her lips ever so gently. Ever the cheeky Ridley. “I will. Do you know why?”
Her thumb was still on her lower lip, and Alexia couldn’t form words at that point. She shook her head.
“Because you’re fucking mine, Alexia.”
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her smile 🥹
#alexia putellas#fcb femení#fcb femeni#fc barcelona#futfem#woso#football#barcelona femeni#barça#lgbtq#españa#woso community
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| Big Brother |
Description: Fermin does not like to share you with anyone.
Pairing: Dark Step-Brother!Fermin | Naive Step-Sister!You.
Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Fermin Lopez in any way. It also contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.
Warning(s): Dubcon/Noncon, Fermin is mean, dark!Fermin, infantilization, unprotected p-in-v, spanking, degradation, dacryphilia, dumbification, possessive!Fermin, obsessive behaviors, ddlg vibes.
Note: The Pedri one is gonna be much bigger as it has my favorite trope and Spanish man so it'll have to wait, unfortunately. Until then…
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Fermin does not like to share you with anyone. He doesn't know when exactly his contempt for his step-father's daughter turned into this but he doesn't care. Nor does he try to rationalize it anymore.
You are his, as he is yours.
It's quite simple, really. You're family and no one can or should come between you. No one will ever be as sincere with you like your family– he is and being the naive little thing you are, you should know that big brother always knows best.
It doesn't matter even if he's younger than you.
Fermin says it's all about what's in the head.
And yours is as empty as a wooden doll's.
So you say nothing and simply whimper as your head lowers when he roughly drags you inside the house by your arm before taking you to his room. You want to speak up; tell him about the forgotten kid in the park that you're supposed to be babysitting.
But you know better than to speak when big brother is angry.
What he says goes.
And so you're bent over his study table within the next new minutes with your skirt pushed all the way up to your waist while you sob uncontrollably and take your punishment.
“I- I am sorry, big brother– ah!” Your back twists upwards when yet another ruthless rap resounds against your tender skin that is flush with a deep shade of red. “I- I swear! I was only helping Lucia swing– ouch!” A rough hiccup rips out of your throat when your brother refuses to show you any mercy. “Please!” Fermin is not in the mood to listen.
But he can never be wrong. Because he is big brother. So the fault is definitely yours. How many times has he told you not to speak to other boys? But you are one disobedient little sister! Big brother only wants what is best for you and to protect you because all boys except for him are pigs who only want to take advantage of you!
“I knew this job was a bad idea” your form stills and your blood runs cold. Slap. But no scream comes out of you this time. Oh no. “You're too little to be out by yourself let alone handle another kid” his voice is low; the deadly calm of his tone causing your knees to tremble. “I fucking knew it–”
“NO! NO BIG BROTHER, PLEASE!” You are absolutely powerless against him so if he pulls the plug on your job, no one will be able to let you keep it. “I swear! That boy came to me first! I swear! I have no idea who he was!”
Fermin grimaces as he clenches his already tense jaw so hard that it ticks. He lands another harsh spank on your quivering ass. Of course. You didn't even notice how that boy has been circling you and Lucia in the park for a few days now, having finally mustered the courage to speak to you only today as you are known as Fermin's sister.
“I am s- sorry…” You draw your words out as you feel him snatch the tatter of your panties away. “I promise I'll b- be better n- now, big bro-ther, p- please just- OH!” Your eyes squeeze shut as you break into another fit of sobs from the powerful slap that lands on your bare folds now.
“Tsk, how many times do I have to teach you the difference between punishment time and play time, huh little sis?” A loud squelching noise sounds in the air as he spreads your drenched pussy lips. “Shamelessly making a mess all over big brother's desk during her punishment like a silly little slut, tsk” the blood under your already flush cheeks bubbles as you whimper.
“S- Sorry, big brother…” Your toes curl as he goes about feeling up your mound. “C- Can't help…” Your teeth pull your bottom lip between them when one of his fingers start to toy with the sensitive band of your entrance. “P- Please… help…” Fermin has taught you to come to him whenever you feel funny between your legs because you have a serious condition that must be kept a secret if you don't want the scary hospital people to take you away from your home and big brother forever. Thankfully, he knows how to fix it so all you have to do is to go to him whenever it happens. Your big brother is the best, really. Because he doesn't help you like meanie doctors with bitter medicine but instead plays with you in an admittingly odd but fun way that is stranger than anything you've ever done but it is also what you can only describe as very nice at the same time.
“Tsk, are we in a position to make demands?” You wince at the way he scolds you before landing one last powerful smack to your pussy, making you cry aloud as you crash into the desk you are bent over from the force. “Disobeying big brother and putting yourself at risk and then whining about help, I spoil you too much, don't I little sis?” You bite your lip as you hear his fly go undone.
Oh God.
He takes you unprepared sometimes when he is angry or unhappy.
Today is going to be one of those days.
If only his junior -as he likes to refer to it- wasn't so big, you wouldn't be so scared.
Because his girth has nearly ripped you many a time.
“Whining for weeks because all your little friends were getting babysitting jobs and so you wanted to get one too…” Your fingers tightly curl around the edges of the desk as you feel his thick tip press against your entrance, his warm big hands clasping around your sides firmly. “Misbehaving with big brother and throwing all kinds of tantrums…” Well, yeah. You did give him the cold shoulder until he agreed. “Assuring him you would be fine only to do this–” his last words nearly melt into a hiss as he jerks his hips against yours with a powerful thrust and in comes plunging his hard shaft.
“BIG BROTHER!” A most vile moan escapes you as the upper half of your body goes limp over the smooth surface of the desk.
“Just imagine if I wasn't out front fixing my bike?” He is beginning to get breathless, huge cock moving between your channel of flesh and out of you slow yet rough. “And if I didn't save you in time?” A spank delivers onto your bruised ass but it is much lighter than all the other ones you have been subject to this evening. “Do you have any idea how badly that could have ended for you?” But his reproaches are no more than background buzz for you now. Your eyelids have gotten droopy and your senses are melting.
Big brother's dick is inside you and his thick veins angrily pulsate against your bare, sensitive flesh in the best way and that's all that matters.
“Hnnng” your lips feel dry as you bite down on them, your back arching and pussy squelching out a whine when he pulls out nearly all the way. “Big brother– AH!” His hands restrain you from moving along the force of his cock this time around so all of him can be buried deep within your cunt instead of your body slamming into the desk.
“Or maybe… big brother isn't enough for you now, huh? Is that it?” Your eyebrows furrow at his words as your eyes struggle to open because his movement is beginning to get frequent… and not in a nice way. “Is that why you're going around town like a stupid little slut with her silly little pussy in need of fixing?” Your body can't help but rock a little despite his hold on your hips as the stiff skin of his cock grazes against your sensitive flesh faster and faster with each thrust. When you continue to mewl and clench around him instead of answering, Fermin clicks his tongue before he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks, his fingers coiling around your hair. “Well?!”
“N- No!” Your features twist in discomfort when you feel the band of your entrance forcefully expand around the base of his cock in order to accommodate his balls since your pussy is so wet and your walls so greedy that they want to devour all the dick he has to offer. “B- Big brother w- will always be e-nough for me!” Your neck cranes backwards as you feel him tug at your strands while his bottom half claps against yours loudly.
“That's fucking right” your mouth falls open when his tip works its way up your cunt and finds the spot where your nerves are sensitive today, the harsh thrust causing your head to spin. “And you better remember that the next time a silly little boy approaches you” neon stars began to appear in your vision as he moves you down and onto the table before his hands roughly move to your thighs, his hips violently snapping against yours all the while. The sound of the other side of the desk colliding with the wall next to it fills your hot ears as you feel Fermin spread your legs as far as they can go, his ballsack sinking into your sore yet much gratified entrance with each thrust now.
“Tell me you're mine” you feel him bend one of your legs before placing your knee on the table to access you even deeper. “Tell me you're all mine!”
“BIG BROTHER!” You are panting desperately like a bitch in heat, your tight insides on the verge of your first of many orgasms of the day. “I– AH! I AM– OH!” His fingers slip between your cunt and the smooth wooden top of the desk.
Fermin's back drapes over your back as you feel his lips hover over your ear, his coarse digits gliding across your slippery folds. “Say it and big brother will give you the cummies” he kisses the tear stains on your flushed face. “You like the cummies right?” He speaks to you like one does a child while obliterating you like you are his very own personal whore (you are). You vehemently nod, grunting and whining as you focus on holding yourself back because cumming without big brother's permission is prohibited and you are in enough trouble already.
“I AM Y- YOURS, BIG BROTHER! A- ALL YOURS! O- ONLY YOURS!” You scream out in agony, feeling yourself overcrowded, overstuffed and overstimulated all at once. “P- PLEA–”
Fermin loves your sobs of pure wanton. “Cum for big brother” as if a switch goes off, your orgasm barrages through you like a dam coming undone. Temporary vertigo fills your ears as your pussy tightly clenches around his hard shaft that is still pounding your seeping cunt just as hard. Your vision falters and your body gives up as the upper half of your body that you were barely keeping upright drops against the table with a soft thump.
Your body spasms as your toes curl from the overstimulation but you know better than to complain. Big brother does so much for your protection and pleasure, it is only fair that you returned the favor by being nice to him back. Yes, he is difficult to satiate and one cummie is never enough for him.
But taking care of each other is what family is all about.
… Right?
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I appreciate feedback >.< Also I can't believe I neglected exam prep for this lmfaooo <3
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Hiiiii!!😁 Could you write something with Pedri? Where his girlfriend (reader) has a little baby sister (1/2 years old), who adores Pedri very much from the first day. Thank uu ☺
Cherished Moments - Pedri
Authors note: i'm still alive i promise, just incredibly busy with my exams🥲
Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me
WC: 600 ish
Summary: You wake up with Pedri, excited for the family gathering ahead. Your sister adores him, and as you watch them play, you realize his importance.
You wake up to the soft rays of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The faint chirping of birds outside signals the beginning of another day. Rolling over, you find yourself nestled in the comforting embrace of your cozy bed, the familiar scent of your room enveloping you.
Your gaze drifts to the bedside table, where a framed photograph stands proudly. In it, you and Pedri are captured in a moment of pure happiness, your smiles mirroring each other's as you hold each other close. It's a reminder of the love that binds you together, a love that grows stronger with each passing day.
You rise from bed, anticipation coursing through your veins. Today is a special day, a family gathering filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of togetherness.
Downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, mingling with the sweet scent of pastries. You make your way to the kitchen, where Pedri is already busy preparing breakfast. His smile lights up the room as you enter, a silent promise of the love and happiness that awaits you today.
"Morning, mi amor," he says, reaching out to pull you into a tender embrace. You lean into his touch, reveling in the warmth of his arms around you.
"Morning, Pepi," you reply, returning his smile. "Breakfast smells amazing."
Breakfast is a simple affair, together, you and Pedri set the table, the clinking of dishes a cheerful accompaniment to the sounds of morning.
The doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of your family. Excitement bubbles in your chest as you rush to greet them, Pedri following close behind.
Your baby sister is the first to burst through the door, her eyes lighting up with delight as she sees Pedri. She rushes into his arms, her laughter filling the room like music.
"Pedri!" she exclaims, throwing her arms around his neck. He laughs, lifting her up and twirling her around in a joyful dance.
The rest of your family gathers around, hugs and kisses exchanged as you welcome them into your home. It's a scene filled with love and laughter, a snapshot of the happiness that fills your life.
Later in the day, as the adults gather for conversation, you steal a moment to observe Pedri and your sister. They're sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, surrounded by a colorful array of dolls,
Pedri is fully immersed in the game, his voice taking on different tones and accents as he brings the dolls to life. Your sister watches him with rapt attention, her laughter filling the room as she joins in the imaginary world he's created.
It's a simple moment, but it fills your heart with warmth. Watching Pedri play with your sister, his face alight with joy, you feel a surge of love and gratitude. In that moment, you know with certainty that he's the one.
As the day draws to a close and your family bids their farewells, you find yourself lost in thought. In Pedri's presence, everything feels brighter, more beautiful. He has a way of bringing out the magic in even the simplest moments.
As you curl up in bed later that night, Pedri's arms wrapped around you, you drift off to sleep with a smile on your lips and a heart full of love.
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PEDRI x SWM
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pg6 x woc!singer.
pablo admires you while he attends your concert, but when you bring out the artist who is featured in your latest single, he does not like it one bit.
warnings; strong language, jealousy, pinch of possessiveness.
“te va ir espectacular, mi vida.” you and your boyfriend pablo share another long lasting kiss backstage, right before going up to those thousands of fans screaming for you. “if you need anything, just let me know, i’ll be there before you can blink, alright?” you nod and give him a hug. “when i break this hug, i’m going to go on stage and i’m not gonna look back because then i’m gonna wanna stay with you until every one leaves.” pablo chuckles. “as much as i want that… people paid good money to see you, they’re not gonna be leaving anytime soon.” you close your eyes and take a deep breath. you break the hug and find yourself walking to the stage.
when the spotlight hit you, you swore that the screams got louder. “BUENAS NOCHES, CHILE!” you greet your chilean fans who continued to shout and chant your name. “bueno, pues yo espero que estén bien, yo estoy muy bien… nerviosa, pero contenta de poder tener esta oportunidad de darles un concierto.” [ well, i hope you guys are good, i’m very good… nervous, but happy that i have this opportunity to give you guys a concert. ] you smile widely.
pedri, who was also attending the concert toon a picture of your boyfriend, who was taking a picture of you, you looked happy, nervous, and pablo kept falling in love all over again.
“¿vamos?” you question, your fans kept screaming yes and yes, you laughed. “VAMOS!” you raise your arms up and one of your songs begin to play. your backup dancers make their way on stage.
pablo was a few feet away from you, but, God. he knew how bad he wanted to be on that stage with you. those dances and movements you were doing were making him wish you’d turn around and stay with him backstage. pedri found him adjusting himself and swallowing his own saliva quiet often.
that way you ran your hands up and down your body made him think those were his own. your his hands tangled up in your hair. your backup dancers picking you up, no, that was him.
the way you were out of breath and sweaty after two or three songs got him acting worse than he was before the concert even started.
your smile and your angelic voice got him weak, your curls and your glowy, sunkissed skin were his favorite features of yours, along with your lips and eyes.
you both met at a young age, and pablo was a dickhead. he never bullied you or anything, he was just annoyed by you, but he never called you any names, or made fun of any of your features. the only thing he didn’t like, or what made him find you annoying was your singing. you were constantly singing, and for him, the worst part was that you didn’t even sing bad. you sung gracefully, but he just wasn’t having it.
but, he had to deal with it. because everytime his family went over to your family’s house, his parents told you to play something in the piano or violin, or to sing something. little did he know that the one thing he hated the most, turned out to be his favorite thing about you.
a little over an hour to your concert, you stopped all music to announce something. “ustedes deberían saber que yo no me iba ir de aquí sin cantar la canción #1 de aquí… y claro, que no lo iba hacer sola…” [ you guys should’ve known that i was not leaving here without singing the #1 song here… and of course, i was not going to do it alone. ] as soon as you finish the last sentence, your latest single started playing, and behind you approached the featured singer in that song.
the two of you begun singing the song, exchanging glances and looks that if you were in a public relationship with pablo, people would suspect the nastiest things about the both of you. he leaned to touch you, but since there is only one man that could touch you the way he suggested, you backed away a bit.
although you weren’t letting him feed off you, he wanted more, and pablo was not fond of that in the slightest. the expression on his face went from love and admiration to hate, not to you, of course, he would never, and he knew you would never allow yourself to downgrade that bad, but for him. his heartbeat quickened, and this time it wasn’t because of how madly obsessed he was with you, it had to deal with mad obsession, just not from his part.
that man was eating you up completely—no, not pablo, your guest. he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a plan, you know, just in case.
pedri looked over at his friend, and he noticed something was wrong when pablo’s face changed completely. “¿oye? ¿y esa cara?” [ hey, why the face? ] “¿no lo ves? esperando a que ella se le pegue, no disimula el hecho que la quiere follar.” [ can’t you see? he’s waiting for her to get closer, he can’t hide the fact he wants to fuck her. ] pedri hides his urge to laugh. “do you think so little of yourself that you actually think that she’s going to leave you for him?” pablo laughs. “no. she knows i’m all hers, and that she’s mine.” pedri smiles and cocks an eyebrow, pretending not to laugh after he came up with something that’s gonna trigger the ticking time bomb that pablo is.
“if they’re acting like this now… just imagine how it was those days they were recording… all by themselves.” pablo’s nose flares and his chest rises up and down repeatedly, pedri notices this and smirks at himself. mission succesful. “fuck you.” pedri and pablo keep a cold gaze on each other, not blinking, but pedri gives in by looking back on stage. pedri’s “joke” did not amuse pablo, what he managed to do was to make pablo stand from his seat and leave.
he was walking up and down the whole building, to blow off a little steam, but he still had his eyes on you on stage until the song you and your guest had ended, which after what felt like 7 hours, finally concluded. as if performing a song together wasn’t enough for your little guest, as you turned your back on him, he wrapped your arms around your waist and hugged you. you semi-returned the hug back by grabbing onto his arms and smiling, but broke it when he kissed your neck. you shook it off because you were in front of thousands of fanatics, and you didn’t want them to know how uncomfortable you felt.
boom.
if pedri wasn’t enough, that hug really did it for pablo.
“gracias a mi buen amigo por colaborar conmigo en esta canción tan exitosa. te quiero a ti, y te quiero chile!! muchas gracias por tenerme aquí esta noche muy bonita, espero verlos muy pronto, buenas noches!” [ thank you to my good friend for collaborating with me in such a wonderful song. i love you, and i love you chile!! thank you so much for having me here in this beautiful night, i hope to see you very soon, good night! ]
after saying goodbye to your fans and to your guest, you head backstage, you received hugs from people you work with and friends, but you dismissed them early since you wanted to change, shower and go to sleep.
you were still backstage, removing your earrings when pablo entered. your face lit up and you smiled widely. “pablo!” you exclaim and stand from your seat to give him a hug. you shower with him kisses until you break apart. “how did i do? oh my gosh, bebé, i want to cry! i want to scream! i was so nervous, i didn’t—“ pablo kisses you to shut you up, you feel your face beat up. “you did more amazing, mi amor, don’t worry.” your face softens and you tilt your head. your foreheads come in contact. “thank you.” you cup his cheeks and see his expression fade. “pablo… what’s wrong?” he sits down on the sofa behind him, you sit in the chair in front of your vanity.
“mi reina, sabes que yo te amo mucho. i don’t ever want to lose you, i hope you know that.” you raise an eyebrow and remove the last of your earrings. “oh, meu deus.” you mumble in your native tongue. you stand and make your way to pablo. you stand between his legs, and his hands lay on your hips, while yours are in his hair. “bebé, you mean everything to me. no sé que mas quieres que diga… nothing will ever make me change the way i see or feel about you. what’s wrong?” you sit down on his laps, now his hands are laying on your thighs, and your arms are wrapped around his neck.
“nothing. nothing’s wrong, it’s just… i got—jealous? i guess, seeing him up there with you, and watching him eat you completely with just his eyes, and his move—“ your lips were on his now. you couldn’t bare to hear another second of his nonsense. he obviously kissed back, deepened it, too. you break the kiss and though the two were already out of breath, you manage to let out a “soy tuya, y eres mío. lo juramos.” [ i’m yours. you’re mine. we swore. ] pablo hums. he doesn’t take his eyes off your lips, desperately needing more of you. he fears that if he looks in your eyes, this would all lead somewhere that it shouldn’t lead to, given the location.
he softly lays you down on the couch and begins to kiss your neck, leading to your collarbone, then between your breasts, you hold his head, and mutter a soft “stop.” he hears this and looks up. “let’s go home, yeah?” he nods and you both sit up. “but wow, you look amazing, and on that stage, better.” you raise your eyebrows and smile at the kind words your boyfriend was saying. “just ask pedri— apart from me acting all you know… about the guy, not everything was bad.” you chuckle.
you pick up the last things you need to bring home and pablo helps you. “ahora vamos para casa para que pueda hacer toda las cosas que deseaba hacer mientras estabas allá arriba.” [ let’s go home so i can do all the things i wanted to while you were up there. ] you smiled at what he said, but your stomach flipped in so many ways that the only thing you could do was chuckle. you grab onto his hand and leave the building.
— cuando yo la miro me voy en un viaje, baby, me matan tus ojos y tus tatuajes. ৻ꪆ
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