4 Works by something_is_about2change
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“Hey Ferran.” The boy said. Ferran looked at him. “You’ve got this.”
Ferran took a deep breath, recalling his therapist’s words, letting Pedri’s words sink into him.
One thing you can smell,
Pedri’s perfume, a bit mixed with his sweat, his natural body odor, one Ferran had come to recognize with his eyes closed.
One thing you can touch,
Pedri’s knee against his, the warmth emanating from the other boy.
One thing you can see,
Pedri.
Pedri. Pedri. Pedri.or
Two boys falling in love amidst the turmoil that is the world of professional football.
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LoveGame (let's have some fun this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on your disco stick) by something_is_about2change
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
22 Apr 2026
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Pedri had been straight for 22 years and a couple of months before a certain man moved down his street on a random weekday in the middle of the season.
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Pornstar AU where Pedri's a professional footballer and Ferran a pornstar that moves into his neighbourhood. Horniness ensues.
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Like a chain reaction, he had looked around the field, searching for something, or rather, searching for someone.
He spotted him a couple of feet away, shouting at the cheering crowd, waving his fist in victory. He had ran towards him, and like he could sense him approaching, Pedri had turned around. He always turned around, didn’t he?
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He could put on the brightest smiles and Pedri would still know he was on the edge of breaking down. He was there to hold him, knew the shape of his shoulders when he cried and how they shook, knew the different meaning behind every grin, knew the touch of him without needing to look back. Still, he always did. How could he not? -
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He had forgotten that no matter how smart he was, there were smarter people than him out there, and most importantly, more powerful. In the end, it doesn’t matter how much blood and sweat he has shed, how many times he has sacrificed his body and spirit only for them to be shattered time after time to the point that he has learnt by heart the way to put them back together without much more than a sigh.
Now he realizes the only thing he has left is as little love as his heart can still carry. It has been beaten down so many times that there just isn’t enough physical space for everything he would like to carry with him at the end. This world he had been forced to be born into had made sure of it.
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All the people Ignacio Varga has loved (or at least cared about).