Soccer/Football Imagines (Part 2)

Fernando Torres [~] Spanish Lessons

A.N. Sorry for the lack of updates recently, I've just been so stressed out with work and I've been packing for my trip as well. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! Anyways, the list of requests (besides this one) is as follows:

Marc Bartra, Erik Durm, Joshua Kimmich, Lionel Messi, Toni Kroos, Sergi Roberto, Pick your Player, David Beckham, Gareth Bale, Antoine Griezmann, Mesut Özil, Joshua Kimmich, Luke Shaw, Leroy Sane, Gareth Bale, Sergio Agüero, Lucas Digne, Lionel Messi, Fernando Torres, Lionel Messi, Gary Cahill, and Mesut Özil.

(22 total)

As you can see, the list is long and I'm going to try and get most of it done by next Wednesday but please be patient and thank you's are always appreciated.

Fernando Torres

For SnowyOwl:

A.N. All of the Spanish is from my use of translator websites! I am not fluent in Spanish and am therefore not 100% sure the translations are correct!

Flipping the page over, you felt another headache coming on. Reading through the vocabulary and translations, your eyes started to glaze over and you felt yourself starting to fall asleep once more. Stifling a yawn with your hand, you decided that it was enough studying for the day and that it was time to clock out from the studying.

Closing the book after marking the page, you turned out the desk lamp you had placed on the table earlier that week and walked out of the study room. Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you walked through your home and headed up the stairs to your bedroom. Looking at the clock on the wall, you smiled when you realized that your husband would soon be home.

Opening the door to your shared bedroom, you made your way into the closet to change out of your work clothes and into more comfortable clothes. Pulling on your tank top, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and the jingling of keys as your husband threw his keys into the bowl. The sound of your husband's footsteps up the stairs made you smile as you pulled back the covers on the bed.

Fixing the sheets, you felt familiar arms curl around your waist. Smiling, you leaned back into your husband's embrace and looked up at him. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, you smiled up at him before turning around and running your fingers through his blond hair. "Cómo era la práctica?" (How was practice?)

"It was fine. I see you've been practicing your Spanish," Fernando smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm off tomorrow, so I can be your teacher," he stated, moving your hair to the side. You blushed as Fernando wiggled his eyebrows at you. Slapping his chest at his insinuation, you caused your husband to chuckle like a little boy as your cheeks flared a bright red.

The next day came around and you couldn't help but be a little nervous. Your native language was English and it was also the only language that you were fluent in, so far at least. You had first met Fernando when he was playing with Liverpool and the two of you were married by the time he transferred to Chelsea. You took a few Spanish lessons, eager to learn your husband's native language as he had increased his English lessons when he had met you, but you were still nowhere near fluent.

It made you self-conscious, especially since it seemed that Fernando had moved to Spain once again and would most likely end his career in his home country. Your interaction with the other players and WAGs was severely hampered by language barriers and it was starting to become really embarrassing to you when all the other WAGs would be talking in Spanish and you would only be able to pick out a few words from their conversation.

Walking into the study, you clutched your coffee close to your chest as you sat in one of the chairs in the room. Fernando would also be entering the room shortly and was busy preparing the rest of his breakfast. Walking into the study, your husband let out a yawn before sitting across from you. "Alright, so I'm on this lesson," you started, preparing to open your book when you husband's hand over your own caused you to stop.

"You don't need the book. You've got me, and as a self-certified teacher in Spanish, I'm going to make you talk like a native before the end of the year," Fernando stated confidently, causing you to scoff a little. "Alright, so let's start out with just a normal conversation and we'll go from there," Fernando said, motioning towards you to encourage you to start the conversation.

"¡Hola! Yo me llamo (Y/N). ¿Y tú?" (Hello, my name is (Y/N). And you?) you said, confident that you had the basics down.

"Yo me llamo Fernando pero ya sabe usted," (My name is Fernando but you already know that) Fernando responded with a smile on his face. "Se ven bonitos como siempre," (You look beautiful as always) Fernando complimented you with an added wink. You blushed again.

"Bueno de que diga que, Fernando," (How kind of you to say that, Fernando) you replied.

"Su Español no es malo, mi esposa," (Your Spanish is not bad, my wife) Fernando smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Tengo un gran maestro," (I have a great teacher) you smiled back, before leaning down and picking up the book Fernando had moved off the desk. "Este libro tiene grande lecciones." (This book has great lessons) Fernando frowned playfully before taking the book from your grasp and throwing it behind him. "Fernando!" you scolded, slapping your husband's arm lightly.

"I have a new deal for you, that will make you forget all about that stupid book," Fernando stated, leaning across the table. "I give you a sentence and you translate it to Spanish and if you get it right, you get a kiss. And once we reach twenty correct, then I have a little surprise for you," Fernando winked. You weighed your options quickly before deciding to accept Fernando's deal. Cracking your knuckles to signify the familiar 'bring it on' situation, you leaned across the table and folded your arms under you.

"Are you ready for the first one?" Fernando smirked. You nodded before leaning back in your chair. "Translate this sentence: My husband Fernando is the sexiest man alive," he stated, causing your eyes to widen.

"Are you serious?"

"That was English, but I'll give you another chance at translation," Fernando teased as your cheeks grew redder by the second. You narrowed your eyes but after a few seconds you muttered out the translation. Fernando leaned across the table and pressed his lips to your own passionately. Pulling away after a few seconds, he smiled at you again. "Now, translate this: Fernando Torres is the best husband on the planet." Groaning in annoyance at your husband's antics, you couldn't help but be glad that this was the idiot that you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with.