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1. So for the longest time, Fernando Torres/Jensen Ackles has been my crackship. Yeah I know. Strange. Once upon a time I attempted wrting them... and I didn't get very far but this is the product. Also rated G, but you know why would I? It's not even 1000 words. boo.
1
Jensen Ackles likes soccer well enough. Having been raised in Texas, he has retained a love for the sport. Due to his current schedule, he doesn’t always have time to follow the sport. He could probably name a couple soccer legends. Personally, his favorite is Fernando Torres. But that’s just between him and well, his brother, who nevers lets him live it down.
He never expected someone like Fernando to know who he was, much less show up to a Supernatural convention. Specifically, in Barcelona.
Later Jared will tease him about it. Jensen doesn’t think he should be blamed for his reaction, especially when it turns out that Fernando Torres wants a photograph with him. With Jensen, of all people.
“Hi,” Fernando greets him, easily enough. Jensen gulps, but manages to nod. He thinks he probably also manages to greet him, in return. At least he hopes so.
“I really love your show,” Fernando continues, seemingly unaware of Jensen’s plight. “Dean Winchester is a badass. He is my favorite character. You do a great job!”
Jensen nods, smiling this time. He shouldn’t be flailing inside, but he is. He also shouldn’t find Fernando’s accent as cute as he does. Or those freckles... oh god, how many freckles does he even have?
“You have a lot of freckles!” Jensen blurts out. He immediately wants to slap himself. Clearly, being around Fernando has removed Jensen’s filter.
Fernando looks at him for a couple of seconds, and then his face widens into a smile and he starts laughing. It’s beautiful.
“Yes,” Fernando agrees, once most of his laughter has died down. He stares at Jensen, intently. “You have many freckles, as well,” he points out.
Jensen can feel his whole face heating up. “They are cute,” Fernando adds, with a smirk on his face.
Jensen blushes again. He’s saved from replying by the photographer, who tells them they need to hurry up.
As they stand together for the shot, he tries to ignore the way Fernando feels excruciatingly warm against his side. They’re close, and Jensen’s starting to think it’s too close. Then Fernando’s arm comes to rest around his shoulder and he’s leaning into Jensen.
And Jensen must be in heaven.
Then the shot is taken and it’s over. Fernando’s leaving and there’s another fan waiting for a picture with Jensen. Fernando manages a wave before Jensen has to turn to the next fan in line.
That should be the end of that, but it isn’t. For the rest of the day, his thoughts are occupied with Fernando Torres.
When he suggests to Jared that they stay a couple more days in Madrid, it certainly has nothing to do with Fernando.
2
“You’ll never believe who I met today!!”
Sergio eyes Fernando and he sighs. “Jensen Ackles.”
Fernando nods, enthusiastically. “It was so awesome and I have a picture- look!” Fernando whips out the photograph from earlier. “Isn’t it wonderful? He looks fantastic in that shirt, eh?”
Sergio nods. Inwardly he sighs. Sometimes he forgets how much of a fanboy Fernando can be. Sometimes. “Did you ask him for his phone number?” he asks, trying to at least engage himself in this conversation.
Fernando’s face drops. “...no..”
Sergio shakes his head. “Idiot,” he says disapprovingly.
Fernando immediately protests. “It’s not like he goes around giving his number to fans!”
Sergio shrugs. “Who are you?”
Fernando’s forehead creases. “Fernando Torres?”
Sergio nods. “And who wouldn’t give you their number?”
Fernando grins. “Is it because I’m famous, talented and super sexy?”
Sergio hits him on the head.
2. I also thought about the idea of Dean Winchester/Fernando Torres. Yeah, okay I'm strange. I got less for them, but I did start something. btw if I had to rate them in its current state, I'd say G.
Dean Winchester is on his way to Palo Alto when he first hears about the hauntings near Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. The place is too mainstream for his taste, but he never could turn down the chance for celebrity sighting. It;s one of his few weaknesses, that and apple pies, of course.
He’s there by night. Although he;s reluctant to stay in the hotel, he decides it’s for the best. It’s better to be near, even if the hotel is so expensive he’s sure he’d have to sell his two kidneys if he were actually paying. Fortunately for him, he isn’t. Briefly, he thinks of what Sammy would say, but this isn’t the time or place for those kinds of thoughts.
He’s spent at least 4 hours in the hotel, and so far he’s only spotted Matt Damon. He’s kind of disappointed. Not that he has anything against Matt Damon, in particular, he just never liked his Bourne series. Dean finally decides to focus on actual research, Sam would be proud. It seems the place has been the haunting place of Montgomery Clint. Dean really doubts that’s who he’s dealing with, but it’s worth a shot, he supposes.
Not really, as it turns out. Even if Clint were haunting the place, he wouldn’t be causing any of the recent deaths. He’s much too passive for that.
The next alleged haunting is that of Marilyn Monroe. Dean is starting to suspect that maybe this hotel isn’t actually haunted.
That’s when he runs into Fernando Torres. The kid is a blonde. Dean could never resist a blond, especially one so tempting as Fernando. He doesn’t recognize the kid, he was never a soccer fanatic. That would have been Sam. He imagines the kid is probably some super famous writer by his tortured artist aura and fancy clothes.
His attention is captured when Fernando claims to have heard strange noises in his room. He doesn’t tell Dean specifically, but Dean’s around to hear. Dean takes note of the man’s room number; 102. Incidentally two of the previous killings had occurred in that same room. Definitely not a coincidence.
3. I don't know if this actually counts but hey.. whatever. Some Sergio Ramos/Cristiano Ronaldo. Well two.
The first one is less than 50 words. boo
It is a truth commonly acknowledged that if you get Cristiano Ronaldo and Sergio Ramos to agree on something, you have experienced a miracle.
It's not that they don't get along. As far as the team knows, they're both fashion disasters.
4. Second one is sorta the start of a PWP, so some smut. Also it's kind of angsty.
Words are irrelevant between Cristiano and Sergio. There are frantic kisses and touches to fill the empty space. It is messy, the way they collide into each other. Every single moment locked between them. It is also beautiful, the way they are pressed together. They feel a burning white want all over. Most of the time their caresses are frantic. It is as if their time together were limited, as if any moment it could disappear. That might very well be true. They have no future. At least not together.
1
Jensen Ackles likes soccer well enough. Having been raised in Texas, he has retained a love for the sport. Due to his current schedule, he doesn’t always have time to follow the sport. He could probably name a couple soccer legends. Personally, his favorite is Fernando Torres. But that’s just between him and well, his brother, who nevers lets him live it down.
He never expected someone like Fernando to know who he was, much less show up to a Supernatural convention. Specifically, in Barcelona.
Later Jared will tease him about it. Jensen doesn’t think he should be blamed for his reaction, especially when it turns out that Fernando Torres wants a photograph with him. With Jensen, of all people.
“Hi,” Fernando greets him, easily enough. Jensen gulps, but manages to nod. He thinks he probably also manages to greet him, in return. At least he hopes so.
“I really love your show,” Fernando continues, seemingly unaware of Jensen’s plight. “Dean Winchester is a badass. He is my favorite character. You do a great job!”
Jensen nods, smiling this time. He shouldn’t be flailing inside, but he is. He also shouldn’t find Fernando’s accent as cute as he does. Or those freckles... oh god, how many freckles does he even have?
“You have a lot of freckles!” Jensen blurts out. He immediately wants to slap himself. Clearly, being around Fernando has removed Jensen’s filter.
Fernando looks at him for a couple of seconds, and then his face widens into a smile and he starts laughing. It’s beautiful.
“Yes,” Fernando agrees, once most of his laughter has died down. He stares at Jensen, intently. “You have many freckles, as well,” he points out.
Jensen can feel his whole face heating up. “They are cute,” Fernando adds, with a smirk on his face.
Jensen blushes again. He’s saved from replying by the photographer, who tells them they need to hurry up.
As they stand together for the shot, he tries to ignore the way Fernando feels excruciatingly warm against his side. They’re close, and Jensen’s starting to think it’s too close. Then Fernando’s arm comes to rest around his shoulder and he’s leaning into Jensen.
And Jensen must be in heaven.
Then the shot is taken and it’s over. Fernando’s leaving and there’s another fan waiting for a picture with Jensen. Fernando manages a wave before Jensen has to turn to the next fan in line.
That should be the end of that, but it isn’t. For the rest of the day, his thoughts are occupied with Fernando Torres.
When he suggests to Jared that they stay a couple more days in Madrid, it certainly has nothing to do with Fernando.
2
“You’ll never believe who I met today!!”
Sergio eyes Fernando and he sighs. “Jensen Ackles.”
Fernando nods, enthusiastically. “It was so awesome and I have a picture- look!” Fernando whips out the photograph from earlier. “Isn’t it wonderful? He looks fantastic in that shirt, eh?”
Sergio nods. Inwardly he sighs. Sometimes he forgets how much of a fanboy Fernando can be. Sometimes. “Did you ask him for his phone number?” he asks, trying to at least engage himself in this conversation.
Fernando’s face drops. “...no..”
Sergio shakes his head. “Idiot,” he says disapprovingly.
Fernando immediately protests. “It’s not like he goes around giving his number to fans!”
Sergio shrugs. “Who are you?”
Fernando’s forehead creases. “Fernando Torres?”
Sergio nods. “And who wouldn’t give you their number?”
Fernando grins. “Is it because I’m famous, talented and super sexy?”
Sergio hits him on the head.
2. I also thought about the idea of Dean Winchester/Fernando Torres. Yeah, okay I'm strange. I got less for them, but I did start something. btw if I had to rate them in its current state, I'd say G.
Dean Winchester is on his way to Palo Alto when he first hears about the hauntings near Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. The place is too mainstream for his taste, but he never could turn down the chance for celebrity sighting. It;s one of his few weaknesses, that and apple pies, of course.
He’s there by night. Although he;s reluctant to stay in the hotel, he decides it’s for the best. It’s better to be near, even if the hotel is so expensive he’s sure he’d have to sell his two kidneys if he were actually paying. Fortunately for him, he isn’t. Briefly, he thinks of what Sammy would say, but this isn’t the time or place for those kinds of thoughts.
He’s spent at least 4 hours in the hotel, and so far he’s only spotted Matt Damon. He’s kind of disappointed. Not that he has anything against Matt Damon, in particular, he just never liked his Bourne series. Dean finally decides to focus on actual research, Sam would be proud. It seems the place has been the haunting place of Montgomery Clint. Dean really doubts that’s who he’s dealing with, but it’s worth a shot, he supposes.
Not really, as it turns out. Even if Clint were haunting the place, he wouldn’t be causing any of the recent deaths. He’s much too passive for that.
The next alleged haunting is that of Marilyn Monroe. Dean is starting to suspect that maybe this hotel isn’t actually haunted.
That’s when he runs into Fernando Torres. The kid is a blonde. Dean could never resist a blond, especially one so tempting as Fernando. He doesn’t recognize the kid, he was never a soccer fanatic. That would have been Sam. He imagines the kid is probably some super famous writer by his tortured artist aura and fancy clothes.
His attention is captured when Fernando claims to have heard strange noises in his room. He doesn’t tell Dean specifically, but Dean’s around to hear. Dean takes note of the man’s room number; 102. Incidentally two of the previous killings had occurred in that same room. Definitely not a coincidence.
3. I don't know if this actually counts but hey.. whatever. Some Sergio Ramos/Cristiano Ronaldo. Well two.
The first one is less than 50 words. boo
It is a truth commonly acknowledged that if you get Cristiano Ronaldo and Sergio Ramos to agree on something, you have experienced a miracle.
It's not that they don't get along. As far as the team knows, they're both fashion disasters.
4. Second one is sorta the start of a PWP, so some smut. Also it's kind of angsty.
Words are irrelevant between Cristiano and Sergio. There are frantic kisses and touches to fill the empty space. It is messy, the way they collide into each other. Every single moment locked between them. It is also beautiful, the way they are pressed together. They feel a burning white want all over. Most of the time their caresses are frantic. It is as if their time together were limited, as if any moment it could disappear. That might very well be true. They have no future. At least not together.