so balde is staying for at least another year. thats good like yes he had a tough year but some culers are so quick to change their opinions its kind of insane.
warnings/notes ➜ language. i used google for all translations (hopefully they’re accurate).
summary ➜ alejandro’s taking you home to meet his family, but the only spanish you know is cuss words and whatever duolingo can squeeze into your brain at 2 a.m. he swears you’ve got nothing to worry about, you’re not so sure.
you’ve been deep in the trenches of youtube for three days now. full-on war mode. “basic spanish phrases to survive meeting your boyfriend’s mom” is typed in the search bar and you’ve got six tabs open: duolingo, a random blog by a girl named beth who apparently married a spaniard, your notes app full of random spanish words, a spanish podcast playing in the background on 1.25x speed like you actually understand anything, and then, somewhere in the mess, the tab with your class assignment due in two days—forgotten, abandoned, neglected like your gym subscription and that plant you swore you’d keep alive.
you press play on yet another video, elbow propped on your knee, pen in hand.
“hola, señora. mucho gusto.”
you pause. repeat, brows furrowed like you might actually be doing quantum physics.
“hola, señor… señor-ra… mushy gusto.” you close your eyes and groan. your whole body slumps back into the mattress like you’ve just been defeated in a battle no one prepared you for. you toss the pen to the side dramatically. it bounces off the bed and disappears under your dresser, but you don’t care. let it go. convince yourself that it’s over for you.
you’re so deep in the pit, you don’t even hear alejandro walk in. he’s standing at the door with a water bottle in hand, watching you mumble to yourself like a girl possessed.
you’re halfway into whispering, “¿yo... uh, quiero… to… be polite... para your madre…” when you finally see him out of the corner of your eye.
he’s already grinning. that soft, smug smirk he does when he knows he’s about to be annoying.
you turn your head toward him, squinting, your index finger already pointed in his direction like a warning shot. “don’t even play with me right now, ale. i’m fighting for my life.”
alejandro raises both hands like he’s surrendering, but that damn smile is still on his face.
“baby, what is this?” he asks, doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement as he drops his keys on the nightstand and toes his shoes off before falling back onto the bed next to you.
you shove the laptop into his lap like it personally offended you. “that is me trying to not embarrass you in front of your family.”
he clicks the touchpad, squinting at the screen. the youtube video is paused mid-sentence, the lady frozen with a bright smile and big earrings, and the title below says “50 essential phrases before meeting la suegra.”
he glances at your notes app, where you’ve written:
– “moochy goose-toe” = nice to meet you
– “perrrrddooon” = sorry / excuse me?
– “dios mio” = omg (ale says this a lot when i mess up)
– “puta” = not for polite convos 😭
he snorts, “why is ‘puta’ on here?”
“because you taught me that first, and you keep saying it during fifa, so now i’m scared it’s gonna pop out by accident if your mom asks me a question i don’t understand.”
he snickers, tucks your freshly done braids behind your ear, then leans in, voice soft. “deja de pensar tanto, baby. you’ll be just fine.”
—
you try to. genuinely, you do. but you just can’t stop overthinking.
because the thing is… this matters to you. a lot.
not just because you want to make a good impression. but because you’ve seen the way alejandro lights up when he talks to his family. when he’s on the phone with his mom and his voice gets all boyish. when he switches to catalan mid-sentence without realising. when he’s laughing so hard at something his cousin said that he’s clutching his stomach, and you’re sitting there smiling, pretending like you caught the joke even though you understood none of it.
you want to be part of that. even if it’s just a little. even if it’s just being able to say “thank you” properly when his grandmother hands you a plate. you want them to see you and know you tried.
so, you keep practicing.
you record yourself. play it back. cringe. repeat.
he catches you again two days later, whispering phrases under your breath while brushing your teeth.
“mi nombre es y/n. tengo… treinti… treintiocho años?”
he leans against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, that amused little smile playing on his lips. “baby, you’re twenty-two. not thirty-eight.”
you pause mid-brush, glare at him through the mirror with a mouth full of foam. “shut up. you know that’s what i meant.”
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the day of, you’re damn near hyperventilating.
you spent two hours trying on outfits, sending your best friend voice notes like “should i wear the jeans or the dress? jeans feel chill but the dress says i’m respectable. does my ‘respectable’ scream ‘boring?’ does this say ‘wife me?’ do i even want to be wifed right now or do i just want them to not hate me?”
you end up wearing the dress. simple, soft yellow. the one he once said made you look like a sunflower. you also wear the bracelet he got you in mallorca. just for luck.
during the drive to his parents’ house, your hand is shaking slightly. he notices. doesn’t say anything. just reaches over and takes it, warm and calm and reassuring. his thumb strokes over your knuckles the whole ride. you don’t talk much, just music playing softly in the background. your heart’s in your throat.
when you get there, his mom’s waiting at the door.
you don’t even get to say anything before she pulls you into a hug. tight, warm. she’s shorter than you expected. smells like citrus and something floral. her hands are soft.
“bienvenida, mi niña,” she says.
you choke out a shaky “gracias” and pray to every god that she doesn’t say anything else yet because your brain has shut down and you’re sure if she asks you what day it is, you’ll say “quesadilla.”
she pulls back, cups your face like she’s known you forever, and then looks at alejandro with this smile that makes your chest warm. he leans down, kisses her cheek, and says something in spanish that makes her laugh. you stand there like a deer in headlights.
his dad’s there too. quieter. handshake rather than a hug. kind eyes. says “mucho gusto” and you blurt it back too fast, too panicked. but he just smiles and gestures you inside.
the house smells like dinner already—garlic, tomatoes, something roasting. there’s family photos on the wall. alejandro’s baby picture in a barça kit. you nudge him and whisper, “you had a big head.”
“still do, to be fair.” he whispers back.
you laugh because, yeah. he definitely still does.
—
the evening is… better than you feared.
you understand about 30% of the conversation. 40% on a good stretch if someone points at something while they’re talking. his cousin speaks slow enough for you to catch stuff. his grandmother kisses your cheeks and talks to you like you do understand, even though you clearly don’t, and you kind of love her for that.
you catch alejandro watching you a lot. when you’re fumbling through a sentence. when you’re smiling politely even though you’re lost. when you finally manage to say something right and his aunt claps a little and you glow with pride. he watches you like you’re the most unreal thing in the room. like he can’t believe someone like you wandered into his life and stayed.
when you excuse yourself to the bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror and whisper, “you’re doing okay. you haven’t called anyone a bitch by accident yet. that’s a win.”
and that is a win.
on the way home, you finally exhale. really exhale. you sink back in the passenger seat of his mercedes, the leather warm against your thighs, the city lights slipping in through the windshield and dancing across your skin, and you let your head fall onto his shoulder. he doesn’t say anything at first, just instinctively tilts his head and rests his cheek against your hair for a few slow seconds.
“told you they’d love you,” he says after a while, his voice low, mellowed out by the road.
“not with the way i embarrassed myself.” you scoff, nose wrinkling. “i literally said ‘your chicken is very sexy’ instead of ‘very tasty.’”
he snorts, a quiet, half-muffled little laugh. “yeah, my uncle’s probably still laughing about that.”
“see? that’s exactly why i’m never showing my face there again.”
he hums — a sound sitting somewhere between affection and amusement — and leans over to kiss your temple at the next red light. “kind of impossible since they already asked me to invite you to the next family barbecue.”
you lift your head just enough to look up at him. he doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but you can see the smile in his face.
“really?” you ask, voice small. maybe even a little hopeful.
he nods. “really.”
you can’t help but smile into the sleeve of his hoodie, your chest warming in ways you can hardly explain.
—
later, when you’re back at your apartment and brushing your teeth side by side, you catch him watching you in the mirror.
“what?” you ask, mouth full of foam, half glaring.
he shrugs, pretending to play it off, but the smile tugging at his lips betrays him. it’s all sweet. all soft. all charm.
“nothing.”
you rinse, spit, wipe your mouth on a towel, and flick a little water in his direction. “alejandro.”
he chuckles, stepping closer, arms wrapping around your waist from behind. his chin settles on your shoulder, and you both look at yourselves in the mirror — this picture of domesticity you never imagined but somehow ended up in.
“it’s nothing,” he repeats, quieter this time. “just… today was nice, that’s all. felt good to finally have all the people i love in one room.”
you lean back into him, breathing him in, the curve of your spine fitting perfectly against him. and you realise that, yeah. maybe your spanish still sucks. maybe you’ll always be a few beats behind the jokes, maybe the grammar will never come naturally.
but none of it matters.
you don’t have to be fluent in his language to be his.
your voice is a little shy when you ask, “wanna know what else i learned to say in spanish?”
he kisses your cheek, slow and gentle. “what?”
your hand comes up to rest over his on your stomach, fingers lacing gently. then, a little nervous, you say it:
“estoy tan enamorada de ti que me duele un poquito.”
he blinks. then smiles. all teeth, all love. all that affection he doesn’t bother hiding when it’s just you.
“dilo otra vez,” he says, kissing your shoulder. then the side of your neck. “say it again.”
so you do. a little bolder this time. a little more sure. “estoy tan enamorada de ti que me duele un poquito.”
he turns you around with a softness that makes your knees a little weak, hands never leaving your hips. he’s looking at you like you hung the moon, like you saying those words just rewired something in him.
“yo también,” he says, his voice lower now. “yo también estoy enamorado de ti.” his fingers come up to brush your jaw, thumb grazing the corner of your mouth. “y lo voy a estar. siempre.”
you blink up at him, heart slamming so hard against your ribs it almost drowns out your voice.
“yeah?” you whisper.
he nods, forehead pressing to yours, noses brushing.
“forever.”
and in that moment — toothbrushes on the counter, bathroom mirror slightly fogged from your shower, his hands still steady on your hips— you believe him.
you believe all of it. every syllable.
you don’t need a translator to understand love when it sounds like this.
The Fan Favorites 💙❤️ (Alejandro Baldé, Marc Casadó, Pablo Gavi, Pedri & others in the comments)
Genre: SMAU (Social Media Alternate Universe)
Warnings: none!
A/N: this is my SMAU on tumblr! Sorry if i made any errors or if the translation is incorrect, I tried my best. Enjoy!
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lamineyamal10⭐ the third pic is from last year, as you can see…there’s a blonde Gavi behind Balde AND Casadó. 🤣🤣 @bucketofbaldé3⚡️, @marcasa17🛠️, @pablitogavira6🔥.
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@pablitogavira6🔥: AYO, DELETE THAT PICTURE NOW. THAT’S SO EMBARRASSING.
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↳ @lamineyamal10⭐️: Ain’t deleting that picture, HAH.
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@pepiynilo8🪄: Gavi looked kinda weird when he dyed his hair like that… 😬
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↳ @bucketofbaldé3⚡️: FR, I THOUGHT HE WAS SOMEONE ELSE WHEN HE ARRIVED AT TRAINING. 😭😭😭
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@user1: THE COMMENTS 😭
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pepiynilo8🪄 I’ll score a goal just for you, Nilo. Just to show you how much I love you. ❤️🐶
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@ferrrelshark7🦈: Ay díos mío (oh my god), your dog is so cute, pepi.
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↳ @pepiynilo8🪄: Garcías, ferran. ¡Tu perros también son adorables! (Thanks, Ferran. Your dogs are also cute!)
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↳ @ferrrelshark7🦈: De nada, mi mejor amigo. Te quiero, tío. (You're welcome, my best friend. Love you, man.)
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@user4: OMG, NILO AND PEDRI ARE SOOOO CUTEEE 😭❤️
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