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spidybaby · 1 year

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Begin Again | Part Three

Summary: Back to the start to fix the broken pieces just to find that you can get what you always dreamed.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Hello! I want to apologize for the waiting. Most of that was because I got sick (I still am), but here it is. Hope you like it. Love you all 💛✨️

Part one | Part two

April 2027

The moving went smoothly, Elena and Paulo helped you with everything. Your parents didn't like the idea, but you shut them down.

You weren't supposed to start till the end of April, giving you enough time to mind a plan to fix everything.

You saw online that Pedro was on Manchester. Apparently, Manchester City wanted to buy him.

"No sobre pienses tanto lo que haces, estas haciendo lo mejor para ti." (Don't overthink your decision. You're doing what's best for you)

Elena was the voice of reason in this situation.

"No sé ni donde empezar." (I don't even know where to start)

"Escuchame, eres una de las personas más inteligentes que conozco, venga tía, tu puedes con esto, es normal no saber ni donde empezar, pero estoy aquí para ti, para ayudarte en todo." (Listen to me, you're one of the smartest people I've ever known, c'mon dude, you can do it, it's okay not knowing where to start, but I'm here for you to help you with everything)

You hug her, crying a little, she makes you feel less alone.

Your mother stopped talking to you once she found out about the moving, telling you how much of a mistake you were making.

Your dad was siding with her, even when he didn't say you were making a mistake, he did tell you it was a bad decision.

But you didn't care, you pack your stuff and moved back to Barcelona. You even unblock his family from social media and didn't follow them, but unblock them was a start.

"Vamos por un helado." Elena says, drying your tears, "polito, amor mio, vamos!" (Let's go get some ice cream, Polito, my love, let's go)

She was carrying the diaper bag and your son, to say he even had a matching outfit with her.

"Oye, vamos a la playa, quiero una foto con mi bebé. Polito, te pondré tu chamarra de osito." (Let's go to the beach, I want a photo with my baby, Polito, let me put you your bear sweater)

"Tu bebé?" You laugh helping her with the sweater. "Amorcito, tienes nueva mami." (Your baby? Baby, you have a new mommy)

She laughed and made her way to the front door, grabbing your purse on the way out and your phone. You followed her.

"Crees que Pedro haría algo para quedarse con Polo?" You ask once you got to the beach. Your mom words did have an impact, even if you knew he wouldn't. "Yo sé que no, pero me da miedo." (Do you think Pedro would do anything to take Polo away? I know he wouldn't, but I'm scared)

"Y/n, claro que no, por favor saca esas ideas de tu mente, Pedro y tu tuvieron algo tan especial, él jamás haría nada para lastimarte." (Y/n, of course not, please take that idea out of your mind. Pedro and you had something so special, I know he won't do anything to hurt you)

You only nodded, not wanting to overthink those words.

"Mis padres me odian." (My parents hate me)

"No creo, solo están preocupados." (I don't think so, they're just worried)

But worried about what?

"Venga, Dame a mi hijo, vamos a tomarnos fotos." Elena says, throwing the empty ice cream cup in the trash can near you. (Give me my son, let's take some pictures)

"Lo bueno es que tu lo pariste, vieja tonta." (The good thing us that you birth him, dumbass)

Elena dances a little with him, singing a Quevedo song. The song makes you remember Pedro, he loves Quevedo music.

You take the pictures of Polo and Elena and she then takes some of you and him.

"Ay déjame subir esta." (Oh let me post this one)

You see the picture, it was cute.

"Dale."

"La verdad la oferta esta muy buena, para mi que la tomes." Mario, who is Pedro's manager says, "O es que aún piensas en quedarte en el barça?" (I think the offer is really good, I think you should take it. Or are you still thinking about staying?)

Pedro was lost in his thoughts, Manchester was offering him 150 million euros, with full on benefits and even to keep the number 8.

But on the other side, Barça was the club of his life. He couldn't imagine playing for other club.

He played for another season, but due to a mistake in his contract, he could leave for free this summer.

"Creo que debo pensarlo, hablarlo bien con mis padres." (I have to think about it, talk with my parents)

His manager agreed and changed the subject. He was invited to a club, but he rejected it. Fer was not I the mood, and without him, he was not going.

"Vamos de regreso al hotel." (Let's go back to the hotel)

After the arrival, he and his manager went to their rooms. He was sharing one with Fernando.

"Cómo te fue chaval?" (How was it?)

"Mmm. Estuvo bien, es un puto dolor de cabeza pensar en esto, no sé ni que hacer." (It was good, but it's a fucking headache thinking about all of this, I don't even know what to do)

"Venga, vamos al bar del hotel, tomamos algo y hablamos, no te estreses Pedro" (Let's go to the bar of the hotel, let's have some drinks and a talk. Don't stress)

They both made their way to the bar, Fernando was telling him about a gift he bought for his girlfriend.

"Mira que linda foto," Fer says, showing him the picture Elena posts about a baby with a bear sweater. "Quiero un sobrino para vestirlo así." (Look at this beautiful picture, I want a nephew to dress him like that)

Fernando looks at him with funny eyes, Pedro only laughs, "eres un gilipollas, tu deberías darme un sobrino" (you're an asshole, you're supposed to give me a nephew.)

They laughed and forgot about the picture. Asking for drinks and some food to begin the night.

"Alguna vez has pensado en cómo serias cómo padre?" (Have you ever thought about you as a father?) Fernando asks.

That puts him in deep thoughts. He did think about it, even dream with it.

The little baby in your arms with the barça shirt, his number on the back of both yours and the baby's shirt.

"La verdad?" (You want the truth?)

"Macho, no como crees? Dime mentiras." Fer says as he hits him on the back of the head. "Pues claro tonto, por algo pregunté." (Man, not at all, tell me lies. Well, obviously, I want the truth, I asked for a reason.)

"Venga ya que la colleja no era necesaria." He laughs. "Siempre lo imaginé, usualmente era algo que hablamos y/n y yo, ella quería un niño, y hombre no te miento, yo también quería uno, pero luego miraba a nuestro primo con su hija y pensaba en una niña." He says, remembering all the late night talks you two had. (The hit on the head was not necessary, I've always pictured it. It was something y/n and I always talked about. She wants a boy and man, I do want a son too, but after seeing our cousins with his girl, I thought about having a girl)

Fernando looks at the way he talks about it, the shine of his eyes, he haven't seen that shine in months.

"Puedo preguntarte algo, pero no te enojas?" (Can I ask you something without you getting mad?)

"Mhm?"

"Por qué la dejaste ir?" (Why did you let her go?)

Pedro takes his eyes away from his brother. That question was one he asked himself every night since that December night.

"Recuerdas el anillo?" He asks, Fernando nods. "Yo sabía que ella quería que su padre estuviera de acuerdo con el matrimonio, la bendición, así que fui a pedirla, yo quería casarme con ella." (Remember the ring? I knew she wanted his father to be okay with the marriage, the blessing. So I went to ask for it, I wanted yo marry her)

"Pero?" (But?)

"Pero su padre me dijo que no podía darmela, que yo era un chaval con una vida muy distinta a la que el soñaba para el esposo de su hija. Me dijo que pensaba que ella algún día iba a darse cuenta y dejarme, como no lo hizo, solo esperó. Me pidió dejarla, diciendo que ella no quería irse de Barcelona por mi, porque no quería dejarme, diciéndome que sus sueños iban a ser siempre interrumpidos por mi, por mi carrera y me pidió dejarla ir, dejarla emprender su propio camino, brillar por si sola." He says angrily, remembering the words of your father. (But her father couldn't give it to me, I was a kid with a totally different life from the one he pictured his son in law would have. He told me he hoped for her to realize that and left me, but she never did, so he waited. He asked me to leave her, but she didn't want to leave Barcelona because of me, telling me her dreams were going to be interrupted by me because of my career. So he asked me to let her go, for her to shine on her own, to begin her own path in life)

Fernando was in shock. He always thought it was about a fight, maybe even a bad patch on the relationship. Even his parents told him he was making a mistake, but know it makes sense.

"Pedro. Por qué no me habías contado?" (Pedro, why didn't you tell me?)

He shrugs, not facing him. Drinking way too quickly.

"Pedro, por favor mirame."

He did, after a few minutes.

"Lo siento, por haberte criticado, haberte culpado y juzgado mal. No sabía lo que había pasado, ojalá me hubieras contado, para así apoyarte. Lo siento hermanito." He hugs him, the hug was tight, and Pedro needed that. (I'm sorry. For judging you and for blaming you. I didn't know, and I wish you had told me I would have supported you. I'm sorry, hermanito.

Pedro felt relief. The secret he kept to himself was now free from him.

"Has pensado en hablar con ella?" (Have you thought about reaching her?)

He shake his head no.

"La verdad siento que me odia, la hice mierda, la deje y luego ignore sus llamadas, sus mensajes. Me dolió el alma, Fernando. Pero era lo que yo en ese momento creía correcto. (To be honest, I feel that she hates me, I fuck her up, after I dumped her I ignored her calls and texts, that broke my heart, Fernando. But I thought I was doing the right thing)

"Escuchame, tu hiciste lo que en ese momento creíste correcto, no te culpes más, pero creo que es obvio que no la has superado, aún piensas en ella." Fer says, patting his back. "Venga, déjame ayudarte a recuperarla y si no se puede pues ayudarte a superarlo, juntos en todo, como cuando niños." (Listen to me, you did what you thought was the right thing, don't blame yourself anymore. I think it is pretty obvious that you love her. You still think of her. So, let me help you get her back, and if that's not possible, let me help you move on, but together, like when we were kids)

"Te amo, eres el mejor." (I love you, you're the best)

"Yo te amo más, venga que tenemos que pensar en algo." (I love you more, c'mon, we have to plan how you're getting her back)

Pedro smiled, high five his brother, and begins with the plan for that to happen. Like fer said, together.

You were at the supermarket, you needed food for your fridge. Elena stayed with Polo. He was fussy, so you let him stay.

You got almost everything on the list. I'm picking a few fruits. Since Polo is now six months old, the doctor told you to start with some fruit based foods.

You grabbed some sweet potato, some bananas, and some avocados. Also some vegetables like broccoli, carrot, and some more.

You were so focused on picking some apples that when someone touched you to grab your attention you kind of jump.

"Ay Dios," you say, putting your hand on your heart, "Pablo?" You ask seeing him smile, trying not to laugh.

"Sigues siendo la misma tía que se asusta de todo al parecer." (You're still the same scary girl I see).

You laugh, hugging him. It's been a long time without seeing him.

"Cuando volviste?" (When did you came back?)

"Hace poco, a finales de marzo." (Not that long ago, end of March.)

"Y estas aquí para quedarte? O solo de visita?" (Are you staying or only for a visit?)

You smile, "Vine para quedarme" (I'm here to stay)

You talked for a while, and you both continued the shopping.

"Y dime, como vas de amores?" (And tell me, how's the love?)

You shrug, not knowing how to answer.

"Pues, sigo soltera. Los Italianos son muy intensos, te juro. Y tu que tal de amores?" (Well, I'm still single, Italian guys are way too much. What about you?)

"Recuerdas a Carolina?" (Do you remember Carolina?)

"La nena del agua?" (The water girl?)

He nodded, excited. "Hace casi un año estamos saliendo, ya no es la del agua, ahora es entrenadora de los niños en el club" (almost a year ago we been dating, and she's not the water girl anymore, she's a coach for the first starters in the club.)

"Eso está increíble, Pablito." (That's amazing, Pablito)

"Haz vuelto a hablar con Pedro?" (Have you talked to Pedro?)

If Pablo was known for something, it was two things, his anger on the pitch and not having a filter when he speaks.

"No, hace mucho que no hablo con él." (No, it's been a long time without talking to him.)

He nodded, understanding.

"Pero, de hecho he querido hablar con él desde que regresé. No sé si quiera hablarme." (But, I've been looking to talk to him since I came back, but I don't know if he would talk to me)

"Pero vamos, claro que quiere" (c'mon, he obviously wants to)

You smile at his words.

"Deja darte el número, tuvo que cambiarlo porque en un entreno le hicimos mierda el movil" (let me give you his number, he had to change it since once during training we fucked his phone)

"No me sorprende, siempre se hacian mierda las cosas ustedes" (I'm not surprised, you guys always fucked your things)

He grabbed your phone, saving Pedro's number.

"Te he guardando el mio igual, por si alguna vez necesitas algo, acá estoy." (I saved mine too. If you ever need anything, I'm here)

You hugged goodbye as you both went different ways.

You hurry to the line, wanting to get home so you can tell Elena the news.

"Sabes que me encanta de Manchester, el ambiente es diferente a España, no sé cómo describirlo pero es diferente" Fernando says, looking around. (You know what I love about Manchester? The atmosphere is different. I don't know how to explain it, but it's different)

Pedro laughed, agreeing with him. Mario only nodded smiling.

"Bien, entonces dame unos días y te daré la respuesta, si?" (Okay, give me a few days, and I'll have the answer) Pedro says referring to the contract.

"Tomate una semana, meditalo y si tienes dudas podemos hablar, poner un pro y con sobre la mesa." (Take a week, meditate it, and if you have any doubts, call me up, and we can put all the pros and cons at the table to make up your mind)

After that, they changed the topic, talking about a game they were invited to, Fer and Mario were talking about one specific player and how he got a yellow card for something that was a clearly a red.

Pedro's mind was far away from that, seeing the text he got from Pablo.

She was back, and she wanted to talk with him.

He was out of breath, wanted to tell Fernando right away, but he knew better and wait for the night to be over.

As they entered the room, he grabbed his brother's shoulders, shaking him while screaming in happiness.

"Me vas a descalabrar capullo." (You're going to hurt me, idiot)

"Mira," he shows the text message.

Fernando is now screaming with him, happy for the news.

"A ver, calma ya" (okay, let's calm down), Fernando says, taking a few breaths. "Si te quiere ver y Pablo le dio tu número, ella te va a escribir, es obvio." (If she wants to see you and Pablo gave her your number, she'll text you, it's obvious)

And as Fer finished saying that, Pedro's phone lights up with a text from an unknown number.

Pedro checks it and screams, showing it to his brother, who screams with him.

(Hi,

I hope you're doing great. I'm sending you this message to let you know I'm in Barcelona and I'll like to meet up with you to talk.

-Y/n)

"Qué contesto?" Pedro says, full of nerves. (What can I text back?)

"Trae pa ca', tonto," he says, taking the phone from his brothers hand. (Give me that, morron)

(Hi

I like to see you, we can meet wherever, maybe somewhere more calm to avoid paparazzi)

Back in Barcelona, you and Elena are sitting in your couch, face to face.

"Ya contestó," you say excited. (He answered)

"A ver," Elena says, taking the phone from you. "Contesta" (let me see, answer him).

"No sé que poner," you say nervios. (I don't know how to answer)

"Ay, dame aquí, tonta" (give me that, idiot)

("Do you still living I'm the same place." "Yes, do you remember the address, or do you need the location?")

"Crees que recuerde?" Pedro asks, seeing the answer his brother sends. (Do you think she remembers?)

"Callate, déjame ver que responde," Fer says, seeing the three dots. (Shut up, let me answer)

("No, I do remember, what about tomorrow morning?" "I'll be back from Manchester tomorrow at noon. Let's meet at night, if that's okay with you.")

"Cierto que vi que estaba en Manchester," you say as you read the text, "Dile que si" (it's true, he's in Manchester, say yes)

"Calmate," Elena says. (Calm down)

("I'll see you tomorrow at night" "7 pm?" "Yes, " "I'll see you tomorrow. " "Goodbye, Pedro.")

Pedro and Fernando were looking at the last text.

"Niño" Fernando says, screaming and hugging his brother.

Pedro is excited. He was getting you back. No matter how hard, how much he has to fight or work, he's getting you back. He's putting that ring on your finger. He's getting that dream family.

What he didn't know is that on Barcelona, Elena, and you are jumping and screaming on the couch.

"Dios, estoy tan nerviosa." You say as you calm down. "Necesito que me lleves, por favor." (Gosh, I'm so excited. Please, I need you to take me)

"Obvio, tonta." (Obviously, dummy)

You both look and start screaming again, until a cry make you stop.

"Oops," Elena says.

You laugh and go to collect your baby. He was crying due to your screaming, mad because his dreams were interrupted.

"Ya, ya mi amor, ven acá." You say picking him up, calming him. "No sabes, tu papi y yo nos vamos a ver." You say as he calms down. "Y estoy nerviosa, espero mañana puedas conocerlo." (It's okay, love, come here. You have no idea. Daddy and I are meeting up, I'm nervous, and I hope you both can meet up tomorrow)

You kiss him. Taking him with you back to the living room.

"Vente." You say to Elena, "ayúdame a escoger el outfit." (Come, help me pick my outfit)

You feel like a teenager getting ready for her first date.

The butterflies, the nervousness in your system, and the excitement.

Tomorrow, you're getting that family you both dreamed about.

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tinta-y-cometas · 3 months

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Dame un momento, necesito parar, tomar un descanso, quedarme en la cama todo el día, llorar por recordar, quitarme esta mascara que solo finge felicidad, no me digas que estaré mejor, deja que todo se venga abajo, que me olvide de quien soy, déjame ser cobarde, déjame quedarme así.

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#nosequee #frases #citas #poemas #letras #escritos #notas #tinta y cometas #versos #poesía #amor #marzo 2024

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hedgehog-moss · 7 months

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Traté de hacer pan de muerto casero por primera vez y resultó un fracaso total 😭 espero que mi difunta abuela no venga de visita pa ver los delitos culinarios que cometo con sus recetas. Bueno el pan sabe bastante rico pero mi primer pensamiento al sacarlo del horno fue que parecía preocupantemente pesado por su tamaño 😶 se veía bien por unos minutos y entonces se dejó morir poco a poco hasta parecerse a un caracol atropellado por un coche. No sé qué ocurrió, salvo que la levadura fresca siempre me traiciona. Terminé googleando imágenes de pasteles feos y mal hechos para hacerme sentir mejor

Aun así, que pasen un buen día de muertos y que los que tienen una panadería aprovechen su privilegio :) 💜🧡

#el año pasado mi prima hizo unos panecitos de muerto negros con ceniza de totomoxtle y le salieron perfectos... me hizo creer que era fácil #(ni siquiera era para comérselos sólo le gustaba el aesthetic)#anyway me voy a consolar con una taza de chocolate caliente con canela

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didishawn · 1 year

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Sex therapy is what works the best (Pedri x Reader x Ferran)

Warnings: Ferran is not dating Sira, Pedri thinks a good fuck is what his friend needs to get back to his top level, smut, Pedri watches his best friend fuck his girlfriend, sorry not sorry Ferran is hot, mentions of the internet asking for Ferran's head because of his recent performance on the club, lots of Spanish

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Ferran is disappointed in himself, another bad match and half of the Internet beating him down, asking for his departure from the team. His psychologist says its all in his head, that once he gets mentally better everything else will do too. He can't help but doubt it, he thinks he is bad, he won't get out of this one, and like the memes say, he will do better to start learning, Chinese or Japanese because he most likely will end up playing there.

He is a shell of himself seating in one of the corners of the changing room as his teammates celebrate the victory when he feels to taps on his shoulder, Pedri sits next to him, watching him with sorrow, the midfielder feels sorry for his friend.

"Venga, que no pasa nada, ya lo harás mejor en el próximo partido" he tries to cheer him up, but the other shakes his head. (come on, it's nothing, you will do better on the next match)

"Dudo que Xavi me vuelva a sacar tras el desastre de hoy" (I doubt Xavi will have me on the field again after today's disaster)

"Que va, ya verás que si, chacho. Todo está en tu cabeza, una vez te olvides de lo que dicen los gilipollas de Twitter, todo irá mejor" (no way, you will see, man. Everything is in your head, once you forget what those assholes in Twitter say, everything will be better)

Ferran has his face buried on his hands, hiding his dreadful expression from his friend "¿Y que pasa si no está todo dentro de mi cabeza? Capaz es que simplemente doy asco. Llevo ya meses en el psicólogo, hago un partido bueno, y luego todo vuelve a lo de siempre" (and what if it's not all inside my head? Maybe I simply suck. I have been at the psychologist for months, I do a good match, then everything goes back to the same as alway)

His friend is quiet for a second, before saying "Creo tengo una idea para sacarte de la mala racha" (I think I have an idea to get you out from the losing streak)

"Tú estás mal de la cabeza" Ferran tells him once they are on his friend's car after dropping off Gavi, the other shakes his head. (you are sick in the head)

"Que va, tú hazme caso. Lo que te falta a ti es una buena follada para liberar estrés" (no way, you pay attention to what I say. What you need is a good fuck to release stress)

"¿Una buena follada con tu novia?" he asks, unbelieving, Ferran is sure Pedri is on weed or something. (a good fuck with your girlfriend?)

"¿Por qué no?" (why not?)

"¿Y que pasa si ella no quiere?" (and what if she doesn't want to?)

"Lo hará. Si escucharas las cosas que dice sobre ti no tendrías dudas. Que si estás cachondisimo que si no se que" (she will. If you heard the stuff she says about you, you would have no doubts. That you are so hot, and more that I can't remember)

The two boys arrive to the house you share with Pedri and Fer, though the midfielder knows his brother to be out with some chick. They hear your low humming and feel the delicious smell of whatever you are cooking. You are distracted when they see you, dressed in Barça's shirt after having to miss the match to study, it's big on you and hides the shorts that Ferran guesses you are wearing. You dance around the kitchen to the sound of Quevedo and Pedri has a giant smile on his face as he watches while Ferran struggles to keep his eyes from your ass. You were indeed only wearing panties under the blue and red shirt.

"¿Te la pasas bien?" (having fun?)

You spin around on record time and are on your boyfriend's arm as soon as you recognise his voice, lips meeting his as you congratulate him on their win, you get off him and also embrace Ferran in a not-so-tight hug and give him your congratulations too.

"¿Tienes hambre, Ferran? Hice suficiente comida para todos" (are you hungry, Ferran? I made enough food for everyone)

"Tiene hambre, pero no de tu comida" (he is hungry, but not for your food)

Ferran hits his friend to shut him up as he laughs, you give them a confused look but choose to ignore your boyfriend's idiotic comments.

It is not until you three are sat eating dinner, when Pedri's plan reaches your ears and you understand everything.

That is how you end up like this, on all fours as Ferran pounds into you from the back, Pedri is sat on a corner watching everything while pumping his dick.

It's impossible for you to contain your moans, your boyfriend's best friends dick reaching incredibly deep inside you, almost kissing your cervix as he brings you in closer by the strong grip on your waist.

"¿Qué tal te vas sintiendo, Ferran? Ella parece que bien" your boyfriend comments, watchful gaze on your forms, how your head is buried by Ferran's hand into the pillow, but not even that can quiet the angelic noises coming from you. (how are you doing, Ferran? She seems to be having fun)

"No entiendo como la dejas sola ni un momento, con lo puto apretada que está, parece que estoy en el cielo" (I don't understand how you even leave her alone for a second, with how fucking tight she is, it feels like I am in heaven)

"Una buena folladita por la mañana y por la tarde y vas tirando. Después de los partidos fuera, hay que recuperar" (a good fuck on the morning and afternoon. After away matches you make up for it)

Pedri's grip on his own dick tightens too, but his hand doesn't compare to the real thing as he watches Ferran abandone your insides, spin you around, your eyes on each other and mouths meeting, your leg on the boy's shoulder, making you let out a scream when he again slams into you. From Pedri's position, he can see your eyes filling up with pleasure tears, your nails bury into his friend's back, surely leaving marks that won't go away on the next few days. Ferran's lips meet you neck, sucking on it, he too wants to leave a mark, Pedri doesn't mind, one hickey doesn't even compare to what he always leaves on you.

You watch Ferran through your teary eyes, you are in a haze, can't really manage to think straight at all. You look down, watching as his cock slams repeatedly into you, how his abs clench, as do his thick thighs that you have always drooled about -all with Pedri's permission. He reaches down again to make out with you, his chain moving as violently as his hips do, the cool metal buries into your chest as he lets go of your leg, his big hands on your ass picking you up and seating you on those thighs you love so much, still pounding into you as hard in that position while also helping you ride him, moving you as if you were a ragdoll as your moans get louder and hold into his strong shoulders.

You eyes meet Pedri's, he winks at you and you clench when you see his cum all over his strong stomach and thighs, still pumping his dick in a slower matter, Ferran groans at your tighter self, the sound getting you closer to the edge until you finally let yourself go, making everything wetter than it already is.

You can feel Ferran's balls clenching under you as he trembles, he too is close, you reach down and massage them, that makes it for him. He gives you the last few thrusts, stronger than any before and cums deep inside you, you are glad you are in birth control. He trembles as you hop off his dick, your hands massaging his chest up and down to help him come down from the extasis of his orgasm, he was ashamed to confess it had been a while since the last time he had one from another person and not his hand.

"Ayúdala a limpiarse, ¿no?" Ferran nods with gone eyes, his thighs still tremble, yet not as hard as yours, he struggles to stand up, Pedri stops him "Con la lengua Ferran, así es mejor" (help her clean herself, no? With your tongue Ferran, it's better that way)

The boy nods, strong hands gripping into your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue licks from you hole to your clit, lips wrapping and sucking on it as you can't help but move around. One arm wraps around your waist, the other leads his fingers into your hole, pushing in whatever cum has come out, pumping once or twice, you are so sensitive that you cum again in no time. Ferran separates as you push his head away from your clit, he places a kiss on your cheek and falls down next to you.

Pedri stands up, and walks towards you two "Descansen qué ahora me toca a mi follar y tú por la boca" (rest that's it's now my turn to fuck and yours in her mouth)

That night is a long one, your bed is a bit small for the three of you, but you make it work. The next morning there are promises to repeat the experience, no bad performance from Ferran needed as an excuse, but now know that if the bad performance continues, Ferran will for surely attend this therapy asides from the one with his psychologist.

Needless to say, maybe Pedri was right about the whole thing, as the next match Ferran starts in, he leaves the field with a goal and an assistance on his back, the whole Internet praising him as the hypocrites they all are.

That night, the three of you celebrate, the therapy will for sure continue.

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i-am-not-a-super-hero · 1 month

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And here's what I've got for episode 2!!! Now updated with all the routes c;

/neutral +positive -negative

Jason: El Nuevo Palacio no abre por la mañana. Y además, hay que esperar al mes que viene…

(DULCE) Hola. ¿Es usted el dueño? /

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Ja, ja, ja! Sí, gracias. Estoy al tanto. +

(REBELDE) (No he dicho nada. Supongo que acabará por irse, ¿no?) -

Jason: …

(ENÉRGICA) Después de tu numerito, me parece lógico creerlos… +Devon +Roy

(REBELDE) Quizá no deberíamos entrar en su juego… -Devon -Roy +Jason

(DULCE) (No he dicho nada. Está claro que no sé de qué hablan…) -Jason

Jason: …

(REBELDE) No haga caso, señor. No saben comportarse. Lo siento. +Devon +Roy -Jason

(DULCE) No le haga caso, señor. Sabemos muy bien lo que hacemos. +Devon

(ENÉRGICA) Jason, ¿podrías calmarte un poco y dejar de soltar indirectas? +Jason

Jason: Lamento de antemano tener que infligirte una derrota en tu primer proyecto, pero no es nada personal.

(DULCE) Mientras todo el mundo juegue limpio… /

(ENÉRGICA) Para mí, ahora lo es. Te vamos a aplastar. +Devon +Roy -Jason

(REBELDE) ¡No hables demasiado pronto! ¡Que gane el mejor! -Devon -Roy +Jason

Amanda: No, estaba aquí. Y ahora, tú también…

(ENÉRGICA) Pues me alegro, porque te estaba buscando. /

(DULCE) ¿Prefieres que venga en otro momento? +

(REBELDE) Si te molesto, dímelo directamente… -

Amanda: Puedes anotarlo: cuando necesites decirle a un cliente que lo que elige es vulgar, di “barroco”.

(DULCE) (Lo anoto rápidamente) /

(ENÉRGICA) Vale, genial. Lo utilizaré. +

(REBELDE) Creo que lo barroco también puede tener su encanto. -

Amanda: ¿Dónde crees tú qué compro mi vajilla?

(ENÉRGICA) Te confieso que no me había planteado esta cuestión. /

(DULCE) Ahora que lo dices, parece lógico… +

(REBELDE) ¡Vaya sentido de la moderación! -

Amanda: …

(REBELDE) ¿Qué opinas de Goldreamz? ¿Y de Jason? -

(ENÉRGICA) ¿Puedo hacer algo para ayudarte? /

(DULCE) No, no tengo preguntas. Parece muy bien elaborado todo. +

Thomas: En realidad, eso no es del todo cierto: ya he pirateado su red. Solo por precaución.

(DULCE) ¿Quieres… quieres decir que puedes leer todos sus emails, su Intranet…? /

(REBELDE) Aunque Devon no esté interesado, tal vez deberíamos echar un vistazo de todos modos… -

(ENÉRGICA) ¿Tan poco confiáis en vuestro propio talento? +

Brune: De nada. Son chorradas de Elenda.

(REBELDE) Vale, si quieres andarte con secretismos… +Elenda -Brune

(DULCE) (No insisto. No es asunto mío…) +Brune

(ENÉRGICA) Venga, ¿no quieres decírmelo? +Elenda

Roy: Entonces, ¿ya estás lista para hacer tu debut oficial?

(DULCE) Sí, ha sido un detalle que no me dejara al margen. /

(ENÉRGICA) Bueno, no me ha contratado para estar de brazos cruzados. +

(REBELDE) Sí… Habría preferido que me preguntara directamente si tenía alguna idea, pero bueno… -

Roy: Los restaurantes de moda, los palacios… no son en general mi entorno natural.

Sí, ya he hablado con ella… /

(Contengo una sonrisa. En efecto, Amanda ve las cosas a lo grande.) /

Así es, acabo de verla y parece tenerlo todo previsto. /

Roy: Y con frecuencia, el boca a boca funciona bien y me permite hacer nuevos contactos originales o poco conocidos.

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Qué bien! ¡Espero que me ayudes a conocer a un montón de gente! +

(DULCE) O sea, que tu trabajo es ser simpático. ¡Es genial! /

(REBELDE) Tiene gracia, pensaba que tendrías un enfoque mucho más agresivo. -

CONJUNTO CON CORBATA (Devon, Roy, Jason): 47 PAS / CONJUNTO CON CORSÉ (Amanda, Thomas): 47 PAS

Archibald: Pues estoy descansando. Es una sala de descanso…

Vale, pero… Da igual. ¿Va todo bien? REGALO TAKI

Si te ven aquí, podría tener problemas…

Una sala de descanso reservada a los empleados…

Devon: ¿Y qué te parece? Lo que hacemos… El ambiente…

(DULCE) ¡Todo me parece estupendo! Es agradable estar aquí. /

(REBELDE) Teniendo en cuenta que eres tú el que me paga…

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Creo que podría acabar acostumbrándome! +

Devon: Elige a la persona con la que te sientas más a gusto para que te ayude.

Hm… ¿Incluyéndote a ti? Si no te importa… IMAGEN DEVON

Muy bien. ¿Crees que Thomas querrá ayudarme? IMAGEN THOMAS

¡Estupendo! Voy a preguntarle a Roy si quiere ayudarme. IMAGEN ROY

Perfecto. ¿Crees que se lo puedo preguntar a Amanda? IMAGEN AMANDA

Devon: Entiendo. Prefieres labrarte un nombre en tu propio ámbito…

(ENÉRGICA) Exacto. +

(REBELDE) Exactamente: algún día te dirán que fuiste tú el que impulsó la carrera de Ysaline.

(DULCE) Sí, o ni siquiera eso. No me importaría no labrarme un nombre en absoluto. /

Thomas: ...

(REBELDE) Ha estado bien. Pero creo que tardaré un tiempo en volver a hacerlo.

(DULCE) Sí, ha sido... guay, como dices tú.

(ENÉRGICA) ¿¡Bromeas!? ¡Ha sido realmente alucinante! +

Roy: ¿No te parece?

(REBELDE) Sí, estoy de acuerdo, como una criatura imaginaria salida de las profundidades… -

(DULCE) No sé, nunca había pensado en ello…

(ENÉRGICA) ¡Desde luego! Ahora me imagino que a lo lejos aparece un barco pirata. +

Amanda: Sí, se está haciendo tarde. Si estás cansada, ¡vete a casa!

(DULCE) Sí, creo que me voy a ir.

(REBELDE) ¡No sin tomarme antes otra copa!

(ENÉRGICA) ¿Estás de broma? ¡Lo estoy pasando genial! +

Jason: Habéis “ganado”, pero es una victoria a medias tintas…

(DULCE) Da igual, sigue siendo una victoria… /

(REBELDE) Creo que alguien es un mal perdedor… -

(ENÉRGICA) A mí me parece que sigue siendo mejor que perder, ¿no? +

Jason: …

(REBELDE) (Me contengo para no lanzar a su espalda algunos insultos gráficos.) /

(ENÉRGICA) (Y yo me vuelvo a enfrascar en nuestra velada de inauguración con mis nuevos amigos y compañeros) /

(DULCE) (Quizá me toque a mí ser más inteligente y dar un paso hacia él.) / IMAGEN

Jason: …

(Pero me trago mi orgullo para concentrarme mejor en la fiesta.)

(No pienso quedarme aquí.) IMAGEN

(Todo se acaba pagando tarde o temprano… Ya le tocará.)

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Todo lo que diga o haga Milei me parece una cagada, pero te voy a admitir que el hecho de que los extranjeros ahora tengan que pagar la educación pública me da un poco de placer por el simple hecho de los que vinieron acá hace 2 años ponele y los hijos de mil no saben una pija de lo que fue el peronismo o kichnerismo se creen que nos pueden decir a nosotros "voten bien" y votaron a Milei. Una amiga de mi mamá es venezolana y votó al susodicho, ella ya está naturalizada (hizo el trámite antes de las elecciones sabiendo ya que lo iba a votar lmao) pero tiene unas amigas que no, y que estaban usando educación pública. A ver qué tanto le gusta ahora... (soy una persona bastante rencorosa y lo admito)

Hmmm, no, no me copa mucho esta xenofobia que ando viendo. Aunque a mí me parece especialmente rompepelotas que una persona de otro país venga a explicarme la historia del mío sin saber (y sí, me ha pasado y me dejó un gusto amargo) y muchísimo más que hagan campaña por Milei, me parece injusto culpar a extranjeros cuando Milei surgió de nosotros y nosotros como país lo dejamos que llegue tan lejos. Porque de algún lado salió ese 56%. Realmente, si me tengo que enojar con todos los que votaron a Milei, no termino nunca y no sé por donde empezar.

Además, lo de hacer que extranjeros paguen por la universidad siempre fue una idea pelotuda y xenófoba. Empezando porque son muchísimo menos que el 1% de los estudiantes y prácticamente no representan un gasto al país, recibir estudiantes de otros países, que se ha dado hace décadas por la calidad de las universidades argentinas, debería ser una fuente de orgullo. Viste esas universidades "prestigiosas" (ni tanto) de EEUU, Inglaterra, etc.? Están llenas de estudiantes extranjeros, y financian a investigadores de todo el mundo. Me parece perfecto y hasta de un punto de vista materialista, bueno para el país, que venga gente a estudiar a Argentina, y muchísimo mejor si se queda y contribuye al país (como tengo algunos compañeros que lo han hecho). Incluso si no, habla muy bien de la calidad de nuestro país que recibamos gente que quiera el conocimiento, en vez de expulsarla como la fuga de cerebros que se viene si Milei sigue así.

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Men Are All The Same - Pedri González

Sooo... I got this idea, this morning while listening to this song, waiting for my Class to start at Uni and I don't know why but all I could see was Pedri fitting in this shot. So, I hope you guys like it.

Song Inspo: Los Hombres Son Todos Iguales - Lasso (Such a beautiful song)

*Song name traduces to: Men Are All The Same* *Don't worry, song lyrics will be traduced to English* Italics means song lyrics

I tell her in her ear: "You are the most beautiful woman that I've seen in my life" She laughs and replies: "Seriously, don't you have a better line?" She tells me in my ear that she wasn't born yesterday, That she already learned that lesson. I laugh and reply that she agree to have a drink with me and then decide

"Pero, es que tú eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto en toda mí vida" (But, you are the most beautiful woman that I've seen in my whole life) Pedri says leaning into your ear whispering the words so that only the two of you can hear it

It's been four months since you and Pedri have met at that clothing store where he was trying to run away from some fans and collied with you, dragging you unintentionally, into one of the fitting rooms.

It was weird how much time it passed for his fans to leave the store (Three solid and good hours), so in between that time he made an effort to make a nice conversation trying to fix the fact you also got stuck with him. Resulting in a good friendship.

But, he obviously has been trying to hit on you since two months ago. And you can't say that you're not interesed in him, because he is damn beautiful, but you were broken before and you weren't going to let him break you once more.

Not when you just fixed yourself.

And adding the fact, Pedri is a famous persona. That only make your walls come higher than before.

"¿De verdad, Pedri? Pensé que tendrías una mejor línea que esa. It's very cliché" (Really, Pedri? I thought you had a better line than that one)

"Come on, you know it's true"

"I wasn't born yesterday, González" You replied "I know how that game works, I learned the lesson from it"

"Pero, venga" (But, come on) Pedri insisted "Let me have a drink with you, if you think I'm like the others, I'll back down" You looked into his eyes.

You were trying really hard to fight it. But you knew and he knew, he had that drink with you in his hands.

Like a star, she leaves me at daylight When she leaves, I pray to heaven, the night, just to see her again She is so beautiful, she hates being toyed with She swears that if she falls in love with me, she can only suffer, she already knows: "Men are all the same"

"¿Y?" (And?) Pedri asks after dropping her at her apartment after that date night

"I had a great time with you, González" You replied with a soft smile making Pedri break into a grin

"So? When is our next date?" You rolls your eyes and shake your head lightly

"It's getting late for you to drive"

"You're offering me your place to stay tonight?"

"I'm telling you, you should go to your house and have a good night, you're on training tomorrow" You said opening the door to your apartment

"Why are you so hard on yourself? You know you want to but you aren't accepting" You sigh after hearing Pedri's words

"You're beautiful, González" You began "But, if I fall in love with you all I'm gonna end up with is with a broken heart and I can't handle that again. Not again. Because no one is there to pick up the pieces except for me. Men Are All The Same, Pedri"

"Well, no", I tell her: "I'm not like that" "You charge me when the debt is not mine" "Pardon me", I tell her, "I am going to insist" "You can't live with fear all your life" She tells me: "They all start out like you, with a twinkle in their eyes" "And little by little, the routine drives them crazy and they take off" She tells me: "I hate being in love, being so blind and devoted" "So when something goes wrong, they'll leave with another one much prettier, prettier"

"I'm sorry to correct you, bonita. I'm not like that" Pedri shakes his head laughing lightly "You're charging me when the debt isn't mine. It isn't my fault some idiot didn't know what a wonderful woman he had by his side. I'm truly sorry he broke your heart and that I wasn't there to help you pick it up again"

"But I do know how wonderful you are and I'm trying to have you by my side, I know how much you are worth, you're so precious, it's crazy" Pedri shook his head "So I'm sorry, but I'll insist until you give in, you can't live with fear for the rest of your life"

"He told me the exact same thing you said, Pedri. He had the same look on his face, you're having right now. I fell, I fell and hard" You sighed taking a deep breath not wanting to cry "...And I hated it. I was so blind, so in love, so devoted and when something went wrong, even the smallest thing, he left me, blaming me for everything, for what went right and for what went wrong, for what it happened and for what it didn't. Everything, Pedri. He took the love I saved for myself and I watched him giving it to somebody else, somebody who was prettier than me in every single aspect" You sniffled looking at Pedri in the eye "That broke my everything"

"And I will pick it up" Pedri said decided "I will not be him. Trust me, please. That's all I'm asking. One chance, to prove I'm not like him"

You were having the time of your life with Pedri, deciding to give him a chance, giving in into his arms. You were out with his teammates, girlfriends and friends in a little bar, enjoying the meal and the drinks.

"Let's go dance" Sira Martinez said with a smile

"Yes, let's go!" Aurora, Gavi's sister said standing up

"C'mon, Y/N/N" Anna, Robert's wife said

"No. I'm fine" They complained but let it slide, if you didn't wanted, you didn't wanted.

"You really don't wanna dance?" Pedri, your now boyfriend of two months asked in surprise "You love dancing around in the house"

"I'm..." You trailed off, Pedri inmediately knew what was wrong

Your ex-boyfriend didn't let you dance in bars and clubs, even with your girl friends, he always wanted to have you by his side. You still had that part of the chip inside of you, afraid of Pedri not liking that either.

"Go" Pedri said "You can enjoy yourself too, okay? I'm not like that asshole" Pedri whispered in your ear "Go if you really want to" He nodded "I might join you girls later" He added making you laugh "But I still need more of this" He lifted his Corona beer "For that" He pointed to the little dance stage

They are all the same

You kissed his cheek and walked towards the girls, thinking. They are all the same but maybe he isn't.

And like a star, she leaves me at daylight When she leaves, I pray to heaven, the night, just to see her again She is so beautiful, she hates being toyed with I swear that if she falls in love with me She won't be sorry, I'll show her That all men are not the same

"Had a great time, young lady?" Pedri asks after coming to you, recently showered from his recent match against Real Madrid

"Yes, I did. My boyfriend scored and he dedicated me the goal. Also, his team won, couldn't get any better"

"Such a lucky guy he is" Pedri passed his arm around your shoulder as yours went to his waist

"No, I'm the lucky one" Pedri smiled "He's incredibly in love with me, I'm incredibly in love with him and everything's going incredible between us"

"Those are really great news" Your boyfriend of now, two years smiled at you leaning down to kiss your lips

"Can I drive the car?" You ask

"Can you give me back my hoodie?"

"No" You whine

"Ugh" He rolled his eyes dramatically making you laugh "Fine, you can have the damn hoodie, love. It looks better on you" You laughed "I hate the fact I can't say no to you"

"It seems like we're whipped for each other, because I can't say no to you either" He squished your cheeks together pecking your lips repeatedly

"Of course we are"

We are not the same, we are not the same Because all men are not the same

"I still hate the fact I can't say no to you" Pedri said after watching you ate one of his fries as you laughed

"So, if I asked you marriage...?"

"I will obviously say yes. Like, why would I ever say no to that?" You giggled "Like... When's the wedding?" You laughed

"Eres tonto" (You're silly)

"But I'm sorry to tell you. You can't do that"

"Why not?"

"Because I already did it" He pointed at your ring finger where the engagement ring was, making a smile break into both of your faces

You leaned in and kissed him

"You were right" You said after separating from him "Not all men are the same"

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