rainy day.
summary: spending a rainy day indoors with your boyfriend. a/n: i'm so excited to be posting this in a collab with the amazing @paucubarsisimp! she has written pau's, ferran's and hector's! thank you so much ellie for working with me on these, and i love how they all turned out! her post is here: 🧡💛🩶 masterlist requests genre: fluff. warnings: none.
Grey clouds hung low over the city, and the rain drummed a soft, steady beat on the windows. Inside, Pedri sat curled up on the couch, a thick wool blanket draped over his shoulders and legs. His book lay forgotten in his lap as his eyes traced the pattern of raindrops sliding down the glass.
You settled beside him, your body leaning into his side. The blanket slipped over you both, and you felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your head.
“I love days like this,” Pedri said quietly, voice low and content. “No noise, no pressure. Just... calm.”
You nodded, savoring the quiet comfort of the moment. “Me too.”
His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers began tracing slow, soothing circles on your back. It was a silent language, words weren’t necessary when every touch said you were home.
The world outside faded into background noise, the rain’s soft tapping, the occasional rumble of thunder far away. Inside, there was only the slow heartbeat between you.
Pedri’s fingers tightened around yours. “We don’t do this enough,” he whispered.
You smiled, looking up at him. His eyes were warm, slightly tired, but full of something steady and true. “We should,” you agreed.
For a while, you both just sat like that, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and the quiet pulse of being together. Your head rested lightly on his chest as he shifted to press a kiss to your forehead.
No plans, no distractions, just a calm, slow day spent wrapped in softness.
The rain kept falling outside, but, inside, the world felt like it had paused just for you two.
written by @paucubarsisimp The rain had been falling for hours — slow and lazy, like even the sky didn’t feel like rushing today.
You and Pau had been curled up on the couch since late morning, the blanket half on, half off, one of his legs hooked around yours like he was afraid you’d float away if he let go. Your head was resting on his chest, and he had both arms wrapped around you like a sleepy octopus — one hand tucked into your hair, the other playing with the hem of your shirt.
He smelled like warmth. Like skin and soft cotton and that one hoodie he always left at your place, the one you were currently drowning in.
“You’re so warm,” you mumbled, nose squished into his collarbone.
Pau hummed, lips brushing the top of your head. “You’re literally stealing all my body heat.”
You smiled against his neck. “You love it.”
“Maybe,” he whispered, and kissed your temple once. Then again. Then a third time, slower. “But only 'cause it’s you.”
You tilted your head up to look at him, and he looked down at you with that half-sleepy, all-heart look — the one that made your chest ache a little in the best way.
He leaned down, kissed your cheek.
“You’re cute.”
Kissed your nose.
“Too cute.”
Kissed the corner of your mouth.
“Stop being so cute, seriously, it’s unfair.”
You laughed, trying to hide your face in his hoodie, but he caught you with a grin, kissing you properly this time — soft and slow and just a little too long. When he pulled back, your smile matched his.
“You always do that,” you whispered, dazed. “What?” “Kiss me like I’m made of clouds or something.”
He smiled, eyes half-lidded. “Maybe you are.”
You laughed again, and he kissed your laugh too — once, then twice more, like he couldn’t help it. His hands slid up your back, slow and gentle, thumbs brushing along your spine, grounding you.
The rain tapped on the window like a soft drumbeat, and the whole world outside faded to a quiet blur.
“Can we stay like this forever?” you asked, fingers tracing the line of his jaw.
Pau nodded, burying his face in your hair.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “Me, you, this hoodie, and about a hundred kisses. That’s all I need.”
You grinned, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your forehead one last time — firm and steady, like a promise.
And you stayed like that, in the soft hush of the rain and the warmth of each other, letting the world slow down around you.
written by @paucubarsisimp The rain had been falling since early morning — soft and steady, the kind that makes everything feel slower. Outside, the sky was a dull grey, but inside, the apartment felt warm in that lazy, rainy-day kind of way.
You were tucked into the corner of the couch, legs curled under a blanket that definitely used to belong to Ferran until you claimed it. He walked in from the kitchen barefoot, hoodie sleeves pushed up, holding two mugs like they were precious cargo.
“Vale, don’t move,” he said quietly, setting them down. “This one’s yours — more honey, just how you like it.”
“You’re learning,” you teased, already reaching for it.
He gave you a small smile, the kind that showed just a little dimple. “I’m a fast learner when it comes to you.”
You made room and he didn’t hesitate — just dropped onto the couch next to you and pulled the blanket over both of you like it was second nature. His arm went around your shoulders without a word. His hand found yours. Like muscle memory.
“You’re clingy today,” you mumbled, though your head found his chest anyway.
“No es verdad,” he said, trying not to smile. “You’re the clingy one. I’m just… here.”
You laughed against him, soft and sleepy. His fingers started moving gently up and down your arm, absentminded, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. But you knew Ferran — he always knew. He was just quiet about how much he loved closeness.
“Days like this feel like they don’t really count,” you whispered. “Exactly,” he said. “Like we get a break from everything.”
His voice was low, lazy, like the rain outside. And for a while, neither of you said anything — just listened to the sound of water on glass and the distant hum of the city trying to keep moving.
He kissed the top of your head so softly you barely felt it. “Podemos quedarnos así todo el día si quieres.”
“You sure?” you murmured, already sinking deeper into him. He nodded.
“I’m not going anywhere. Esta es mi parte favorita del día.”
Your favorite part too.
The rain tapped steadily on the windows, the soft rhythm filling the quiet room. You found yourself snuggled in the little nest Lamine had built on the floor, a fortress of pillows and blankets he’d dragged out with a proud grin, declaring it the “best rainy day setup.” Honestly, you couldn’t argue. It was the perfect spot to escape the wet chill outside.
Lamine lounged back comfortably, phone forgotten in his hand as his eyes tracked raindrops racing each other down the glass. You shifted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. His steady breathing slowed your own, a comforting anchor amid the muted gray outside.
“You always know how to make this kind of day feel special,” you murmured, fingers trailing lazy circles on his arm.
He glanced down at you with a smile, nudging your shoulder softly. “Rainy days aren’t meant for running around,” he said. “They’re for slowing down, doing nothing, just being together.”
You felt the warmth of the thick blanket draped over both your legs and the way his hand slid up to tangle with yours. It was a simple gesture, but it filled the silence with quiet connection.
The smell of hot chocolate lingered in the air. Earlier, Lamine had disappeared into the kitchen, returning proudly with two steaming mugs, the sweet scent mixing with the scent of wet concrete from the open window.
You sipped slowly, the warmth spreading through your chest matching the glow of being here, now, with him.
Outside, the rain showed no sign of stopping. But inside your little haven, time seemed to pause. The world outside could stay cold and wet while you lay here wrapped in quiet and comfort.
Lamine’s voice was soft when he spoke again. “I don’t need anything else today. Just this.”
You smiled, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Neither do I.”
And in that moment, wrapped in his warmth and the gentle sound of rain, everything felt perfectly still.
Outside, the streets glistened wet and slick under the steady rain. Inside Pablo’s apartment, the world was softer, filled with warmth, the quiet hum of the heater, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air.
You sat curled up on the floor next to him, your back resting against the couch as Pablo fiddled with the cord of a knitted blanket, pulling it free and spreading it carefully over your legs.
He looked up with a small smile, eyes bright despite the gray outside. “This is exactly what I needed,” he said quietly. “No pressure, no noise, just... this.”
You nodded, reaching for his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Same here.”
The two of you settled into the quiet rhythm of the rain, the sound soft and steady. Pablo shifted closer, letting his shoulder bump against yours, sharing warmth without words.
“I love rainy days like this. It means I get to spend time with you and do nothing,” he said after a moment, voice calm and thoughtful.
You laughed softly. “Yeah. Sometimes doing nothing is the best.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder, feeling the steady warmth beneath you. The steady pulse of his breathing became a soft rhythm you could follow, matching the rain’s gentle fall.
Outside, the city seemed washed clean and quiet, but inside Pablo’s apartment, the world was full of gentle moments, small smiles, soft touches, and the slow, quiet joy of being together.
Time stretched out softly as you two stayed wrapped in the blanket and the peace of a rainy day that had nowhere to go but right here, in each other’s company.
written by @paucubarsisimp The rain had been falling all day, soft and steady, like even the sky wanted to stay quiet for a while.
Héctor showed up at your place just before noon, his hoodie soaked through, curls damp, cheeks a little pink from the cold. He didn’t say much when you opened the door — just gave you that shy smile and shrugged with a quiet, “Hola.”
You knew exactly why he came. He always did when it rained.
Now, he was curled up behind you on the couch, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other resting lightly on your chest, like he never wanted to let you go. His breathing was slow and steady, and you could feel the heat of his body pressed close to yours, legs tangled, fingers absentmindedly playing with the edge of your shirt.
He didn’t seem to want anything more than just being close. Just having you close.
You slowly turned to look at him, and he met your eyes with that half-asleep gaze — calm, quiet, and something else you couldn’t quite name but felt deep down.
“Here again,” he said with a small smile, barely above a whisper. “Yeah,” you said, running your fingers along his cheek.
He leaned in to kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw — slow and gentle, like he wanted to memorize every touch.
You laughed softly. “You always kiss me like it’s the first time.” He blinked. “It’s because I want to remember it all.”
He kissed you again — this time on your lips, barely more than a warm brush — and then rested his forehead against yours.
“Can we just… not move today?” he asked, voice low and rough with sleep. “Depends,” you teased, “what if I want some coffee?” “I’ll make it,” he said without hesitation, eyes still closed. “But you have to come back right after.”
You smiled, and he pulled you closer. “Clingy.” “And you’re my favorite,” you whispered.
He kissed your shoulder through the fabric, then your collarbone, and then your lips again — slow, sweet, and patient.
You stayed like that, wrapped in the sound of the rain and the warmth of his arms, letting time pause just for the two of you.
He held you like nowhere else mattered.
And honestly, neither did you.
