"I could wait for you a the bottom, I could stay away if you want me to. I could wait for years if I've got to. Heaven knows I'm not getting over you." The club isn't the best place to find a boyfriend, but neither is the workplace. When y/n, the new physiotherapist at F.C. Barca starts to work closely with Pablo Gavi, the hot-headed young football star, will she ever be able to do her job? And will working with 22 of Spain's most eligible athletes deter the other men in Barcelona who are all eager to get a piece of her? Inspired by the song "Just Pretend" by Bad Omens Cross-posting on Tumblr @gavisuntiedboot

I slightly turned my head, making eye contact with him. My lips part softly as I got a good look at his eyes. They were different than usual, they were now dark and sensual. His sharp eyes didn't break from mine as his hand on my stomach paused, and instead of up it slide down. His pinky finger was at the waistband of the pants I was wearing. "You're such a good girl Niara, ain't that right?" he asks as the tip of his fingers slowly slipped under the waist band. "Y-yes.." I responded breathlessly. "Yes what?" he hummed. "Yes sir" --- Niara gets a new homeschool teacher, who just happens to be the most beautiful man she has ever seen. Killian Donovan was hired by a trusted friend of his to teach his 18 year old daughter.

I lived in Argentina for 17 years but just moved to Spain for my career at fc barça. I had a friend pedri! But his best friend wasn't not very nice to me although barça loved shipping us together🙄

faceless, broken, rules. 3 words to describe this.

It all started with a match. One simple match. Just a match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia. The match on November 22nd. . Then, she discovered the thing called World Cup. The World Cup (with capital letters). The one thing that united the world. The one thing that was circling in her mind. Wherever she went. Whoever she was with. Whatever she was doing. . This was the one thing that made her discover an entirely new side of herself. The one thing that made her fall in love with the beautiful game we all know. Football. . It wasn't like her other interests. It wasn't like Biology. It wasn't like Physics. It wasn't like English. But yet, it brought the same feelings to her. Unceasing enthusiasm and eagerness to learn and get the most of it. In every way possible. . "This pitch really has lighting?!" "I-I don't know," she looked at her lap again with a gaze filled with truthfulness. "Are you sure?" "For a confident person, you're quite unsure." "Who said I was confident?"