direct messages | ter stegen

twenty

marc-andré stood at the mouth of his goal, dressed in his pink barça warm up gear and saving shots that were being fired at him by gerard.

jordi took her hand before stepping out onto the green grass of camp nou. they walked slowly and, at first, marc-andré paid no attention to the pair holding hands as he was too preoccupied saving shots.

"gerard," jordi hissed, making his head snap towards the pair. the ball was still on the penalty spot when the side of his foot made contact with it, sending it flying into marc-andré's face which had also snapped towards the pair.

"puta," gerard said under his breath, before marc-andré fell to the ground, holding his face.

jordi and gerard stood back as she rushed forward towards the man who lay passed out in the goal.

"is he okay?" gerard asked, watching the girl bend over and feel the limp boys forehead.

"no, you idiot," she retorted, falling back onto the grass and crossing her legs.

"why couldn't you have stuck to the plan, geri?" jordi asked, giving him a slight push.

"i forgot," he replied, ignoring the glares he was receiving from the girl, "I was having too much fun with my lil bro."

"how can you forget? you've been planning this for-" jordi was interrupted by the silencing finger of kyara.

marc-andré's eyes were fluttering open and his cheeks flushed once he saw the girl who had her face over his own.

"are you okay, marky?" she asked, helping the blonde sit up.

"kyara," he said, trailing off. "what happened?"

"this stupid idiot," she pouted, pointing to gerard. "kicked a ball into your face."

"in my defence, you were distracted by her." he replied, pointing back at kyara.

"why are you here?" the blonde asked, a confused look painted on his face.

"the same stupid idiot, also wanted to see you smile and he brought me over here to do just that." she replied, standing up.

indeed that happened and his lips twitched upwards into a smile as she grabbed his hand, helping him stand up too.

"thank you geri," he said, running over to him and wrapping his arms around him.

he whispered so that only gerard hear him, "I think you just made me the happiest I've ever been."

"let's go get ready for the game, shall we?" gerard replied, untangling himself from marc-andré's grip, instead flinging his own arm around his shoulder and discreetly wiping a tear from his eye.

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a/n: okay but it's not over yet, of course because we have some unfinished business to take care of ;) have a wonderful day! and remember to vote and all that stuff. much love, eva xo.