#pedri one shots

[s6lars]

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri crashes an interview…

slightly suggestive, a little pedri x reporter!reader moment. inspired by this moment between iker casillas and his then gf after spain won the world cup. let's pretend barca wins the cl. enjoy!

"Can we get one more player to interview?"

Your producer's voice rings through the earpiece, prompting you to push it deeper to hear better.

The thunderous roars from the humongous crowd bleeds through the tunnels of Wembley Stadium, still persisting hours after the full-time whistle blew the moment Barcelona became champions of Europe.

"Come again?" you reply.

"One more player. Get them in front of the mic."

Jules Koundé and Fermin Lopéz had stopped by for an interview earlier, but clearly that wasn't enough for your producer or the show. Standing on your tiptoes, you scan the busy yet lively atmosphere of the tunnels — crowded, upbeat, slightly cramped, and filled with a persistent tone of chatter from the tens of reporters present.

It doesn’t look like any new players would emerge from the dressing rooms, at least not for a while. You were just about to inform your producer about it when you see your boyfriend walking into the room, nudging his way through the crowd.

Pedri González in all his glory, sporting the signature blue and red kit, beads of sweat in his hair and the rosey blush splayed across his face. The calls of reporters grew as they tried to get his attention, but once his honey brown eyes met yours, it was only you who he was drawn to.

He makes the proud walk to your booth, the shiny Champions League medal dangling on his neck, gleaming under the lights. Pedri's smile grows with every step, happily ignoring the twenty or so other reporters calling his name.

"Hey baby," Pedri coos, hands naturally wrapping around your figure. Your body tenses for a moment at the PDA — it doesn't go unnoticed by him, swiftly releasing you from his embrace.

Although your relationship had been long public by now, this the first time your worlds have crossed professionally (ironic, given that you were a sports reporter, and Pedri was an athlete). There were several conversations about this and it usually ended the same way — as long as there was a camera pointed in your direction, there could be no signs that you were a couple.

"You're working right now?" Pedri asks. You nod in response.

"I need you for an interview. It won't be long, I promise." You signal at your cameraman to prepare the interview, turning back to Pedri.

"I wouldn't mind either way." There's that smile again, the smile that only draws one out of you as well. "Hey, I didn't see you during the celebrations earlier.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had to get ready for this,” you recall, taking off as soon as the Blaugranas lifted the trophy. It pained your heart to not run up to Pedri and jump into his arms, instead, you ran the other way to touch up your makeup underground.

“But hey, we can take pictures later. When it’s less crowded. And a lot quieter.”

“I can think of several things we can do where it’s less crowded. Dunno about quiet, though,” Pedri teases, low enough so only you could hear.

No amount of Patrick Ta blush could replicate the growing heat painted on your cheeks. You shove him playfully, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh.

Pedri looks devilishly handsome tonight — he always does, but something about his boosted confidence from the win only amplified it. His tongue darts out to lave over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth as he drinks in your figure.

Were the tunnels always this hot?

“Guys,” your cameraman calls, signaling for you to get ready. You shake off all the unholy thoughts in your mind reserved for the comfort of Pedri’s hotel room later that night, fix your hair, and bring the mic up to your chest.

One, two, three, your cameraman mouths, and you’re live on air to millions.

“Welcome back to Wembley! Most of the players are still celebrating by now, but I’m joined by Pedri here.” The camera pans, now fitting you both into the frame.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?” You hope the sound system doesn’t catch the unusual giddiness in your voice as you address him.

“What is there to say? What should I tell you that you already don’t know?” Pedri’s eyes don’t leave yours for a second, completely disregarding the lens, speaking like you’re the only person in the room.

“Well, tell us how you feel,” you respond through giggles, instinctively taking a step closer to him.

“You’ve caught me in a true moment of happiness, not just from me, but from the rest of the club. It’s been a season full of ups and downs and we truly feel like we’ve deserved for it to end this way,” Pedri explains.

“… and I just want to thank all the people that have supported me throughout all this. My parents, my brother…”

Pedri’s voice breaks as he reaches the end of his sentence, his finger reaching up to swipe any stray tears spilling onto his cheeks. You wanted nothing more than to drop the microphone and pull his head into the crook of your neck, but you stood your ground.

Watching the love of your life speak so highly of his loved ones, pouring his heart out with the world watching, it’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. And you feel like it’s happening all over again.

“It’s fine, we can just talk about other things for now…” You try to diffuse the situation, watching as Pedri regains composure in front of you.

“No,” he suddenly blurts, waving his finger.

“No?” you barely manage to squeak out before Pedri leans in — and he’s kissing you.

One arm around your shoulders and his free hand gripping your chin, Pedri moulds his lips against yours. All sense of professionalism had evaporated from your body, drunk on the way he tasted.

He pulls away before you could kiss back, landing one last sneaky peck on your forehead before making a run for it. “I’m leaving! See you later!” he says in between giggles.

You watch him disappear into the stairwell when the sound of applause fills your ears, and you only then realize what position you’re in — putting on a show for the crowd of reports.

“My my, Pedri. What a man he is.”

A voice rings through your earpiece. You also put on a show for the crowd of millions at home.

Your face is heated once more, your words tripping over themselves as you try to think of a closing statement. Part of you wants to scold Pedri and teach him a lesson for messing with you at work — the other wants him to kiss you senseless again, letting the world know you belong to each other.

“When Pedri comes back to Spain, tell him I want to give him a kiss as well!”

[iaeriy]

Smut!!! Sub!pedri x dom!reader ??? Like Pedri just bring a bit insecure so the reader assure him that there's no one else in her life other than him? Please and thank you

prove it to me • pedri x reader

summary; as what anon requested! 🧁

word count; 2.6k!

warnings; spanish translated sentences obv, smut, unprotected sex,oral receiving;m!, dom!reader, cowgirl style & lastly, dirty talking.

a/n; NOT PROOFREAD its 10:48 pm i just started writing this the 4th of thursday and its.. now january 13th. YIKES. anywhoo..i needed to clear up some space so i deliver this pedri fic, ps. stop requesting fics, i mean it when my requests are closed 😒. anywhoo! enjoy!🎀

you were currently washing dishes since you decided to take a day off by yourself, you were just scrubbing the plate with the soap and the sponge letting the water run down the sink.. the house was quiet..very quiet the water echoed just a bit, you were so distracted and busy with the dishes you didn’t hear a single footstep around you. you felt pedris hands wrap around your waist, his hands caressing your tummy..a pink little cloud brushing your cheeks. you giggled before turning the water off leaning into his touch, “..te puedo ayudar hermoso..”(can i help you cutie..) you said as he chuckled kissing your temple softly. “mmm..no creo..” (mmm, no i don’t think so..) he said, you giggled before he carried you. you screamed before holding onto him. you were a giggling mess..a loud giggling mess.

“bájame!” (put me down!) you said giggling still before he shook his head before placing you down on the couch, he hovered over your tiny figure as you bursted out giggling yet again. “si me quieres?” (do you love me?) he said looking into your eyes, you cupped his cheek your thumb slightly caressing his cheek. “mhm..i love you a lot..” you said, his eyes narrowing down to you. “be serious with me y/n..” you looked at him, your eyes slightly widening. “i-i’m being honest..you’re the best boyfriend i could ever have..i love you will all my heart..i love every little thing about you..” you said as he tilted his head.

“promise?”

“i pinkie promise pedro..” you said as he smiled, you gave him a small smile before sitting up. “what’s wrong tho? nunca dices cosas así..” you said as he looked away, you huffed holding his hand. “pedro..dime o me voy pal cuarto..” you said before he looked at you, his eyes grew darker, you sensed he was upset..but why? you tilted your head, before placing his hand on your thigh as your hand was placed ontop playing with his fingers hoping he’ll slowly feel better. “tell me..” you murmured before he played with your finger in return, “pensando..” (thinking..) he said, you looked at him. “pensando de que bebè?” (thinking about what baby?” you said wondering so many thoughts. “de que no me quieres..ay un monton de chicos que probablemente son mejor que yo..” (about that you dont love me and theres a lot of guys who are probably better than me..) he said as you gulped, why would he be thinking this? just why?

“pedro..eso no es verdad.. ay chicos que son pendejos y tontos y no saben que hacer. yo te amo..eres perfecto,leal, lindo, cariñoso, solidario y mucho más.” (pedro that’s not true.. theres guys that are bitches and dumb, and they dont know what to do. i love you, you’re perfect, loyal, handsome, caring, supportive and much more..) you said before he tried to speak again, “pero-“ he said before you cut him off, kissing him deeply. he kissed back holding your waist, you slowly crawled on him before he laid his back against the sofa, you were on your fours above him kissing him deeply. “..just listen to me already..” you said in between before holding his cheek, kissing him yet again, he kissed back holding onto your waist his cheeks softly tinting pink at the way of your dominance arousing him.

you bit down on his lip as the action made him groan into your lips, you slipped your tongue inside playing with his tongue, a soft little giggle escaping your mouth before you felt his erection poking you..his tongue playing with yours before you smacked his hand. he winced before you french kissed him before he kissed back, his hand caressing your asscheek as you moaned in his mouth before pulling back, “let’s go. not here.” you said sitting up before he stood up as you got up, holding his finger like a little kid to the bedroom.

the second you got into the room you pulled him in by his shirt, you looked at him giggling before you pushed him on the bed, he looked at you before you pulled down your panties, a string of your wetness also coming down with your panties before kicking them off..you walked over to him as you hovered over him, “shall we see after this if i love you a lot?” you said giggling before booping his nose with your finger as he rolled his eyes, “gonna prove it to me?” he said crossing his arms behind his head against the pillows, eyes narrowing you down watching you pull his joggers down. “indeed i am, just for you.” you said before licking the erection that was clothed in his boxers, a wet patch building up before he looked down at you watching you become so brave.

you got up on the bed before sitting down on your knees as you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out as it laid against his lower tummy. yout bit your lip, softly chewing on the skin stopping yourself from drooling..your hands grabbing his thick throbbing shaft before you began to stroke him with your small hand, he groaned at your touch already, his length slowly rising up against your palms as a small giggle ran out your lips. “so cute..” you murmured before spitting down, coating his cock with all your saliva stroking him slowly still. he was shocked. and amused at your actions, he never knew there was that particular side of you..until now. you hummed while pumping him before you heard a whiny sound scratch his throat, “what’s wrong baby?” you said tilting your head, your eyes growing darker with lust, staring at him. “n-nothing..p-put your..fuuck..put y-your mouth..around m-me..” he said, earning another giggle from you before smiling at him, you moved your mouth nearly an inch close to his cock before your lips wrapped around the blushing tip, he grunted feeling your mouth as you sucked around the top, just the top.

he moved one of his arms away from his head, his hand cupping your jaw. this earning a small whimper from your muffled mouth as pedri moaned feeling the vibration of your whimper. your tongue slowly doing the work by swirling your tongue in circles, sucking and slobbering around him, yet swallowing some of the pre-cum slowly oozing out of his tip that was spread in your tongue. he was amazed, felt in heaven. you continued your sinful movements before you looked up at him, shooting him a wink before officially burrying your mouth down nearly half his shaft, another moan leaving his lips as you bobbled your head slowly, sucking noises heard from across and echoing the room. your head burrying down his cock as his hands slowly formed a ponytail, he watched you suck down his length..your hand stroking him just a bit quickly before matching the pace to your head bobbing down his cock.

he groaned loudly at your pace, his hand slightly gripping the sheets, your eyes slowly watering at the burning sensation down your throat, not being as used to his cock. he twitched in your mouth before you giggled around him, he sat up before bending down to smack your ass, his cock hitting the back of your throat so deeply. you held your gag in around him bobbing your head faster and sloppily, saliva prickling down your chin and on the sides of your lips, “so good at sucking my cock..filthy girl..” he said spanking your ass, moaning in eager around him, your head pushing down deeper..your nose brushing against his trimmed pubic bone, he groaned loudly holding onto your head. “k-keep going..” he moaned out, your tongue swirling around his base.

you kept your eyes up at him, tears starting to form just from how deep he was burried in your throat before you pulled back up for air, you moved your mouth away coughing up the saliva before spitting down at him yet again..head making its way down to his cock before bobbing your head quickly again. he moaned again holding onto your hair, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” he said. your hand slowly fondling with his balls, another moan slipping out before spit began prickling down to his cock.

he gripped onto your head, pushing you down deeply. you whimpered around him, letting out a small loud gag he continued moaning at your mouth, your tongue doing its magic work causing him on edge. “p-pretty girl..s..s-so good..” he moaned out again, your hand stroking him quickly matcbing the pace of your bobbing.

his cock began twitching in your mouth, you looked up at him with your hollowed cheeks, his eyes narrowing down at you watching you take his length up and down..over and over.“o-oh fuuuckkkk..” he said, as your mouth made its way to the head, you sucked around the tip of his cock, he was twitching yet again in your mouth. your tongue starting to swirl around him in swift movements, he groaned loudly as his cum shot into your mouth and down your throat, you stroked him as he was relieving himself from his orgasm. small amounts of cum stroking into your mouth before you pulled your mouth away, a wet white string being pulled from your lips.

you sticked your tongue out, showing him his warm seed in your mouth before swallowing it down your throat.

you crawled over ontop of him, both of your knees straddling him down. “still semi-hard baby? how cute..” you said before stroking him again, an over sensitivity hitting him..a small whimper leaving his mouth before his length stood up, just like how you wanted it. you sunk yourself down, the tip of his cock slowly going inside of you..stretching you out slowly and delicously. a soft moan coning out of you before further on covering his cock in your wet creamy coating, your eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling him in your walls. you placed your hands on his chest before grinding your hips back and forth, “pepi..you’re cock feels so warm..” you moaned out as he slightly turned red from your moans, you leaned in closely to him.

leaning closely to him your hips were moving lazily and slowly around him, you leaned closely to his ear. moaning and whimpering softly into his ear, he was enjoying this..even after he led himself to this particular moment, you continued grinding your hips as he moaned feeling your warmth around his cock, you burried your head finding a type of rhythm to go along with him, your hips moving back and forth. you looked over at pedri who was slightly moaning & groaning at the feeling of your walls. you kissed his neck, softly pecking and biting on his skin, “holy shit..i can feel y-you..” he said before you sat back up, still moving around him. “reallyyy..like wheree..” you spoke teasingly, causing him to slightly moan before you giggled softly, you began increasing your hip movement.

a loud moan slightly slipping out of your mouth, your hands slowly backing farther away, holding onto his knee. he groaned watching your pussy take his cock in and out quickly, you continued before leaning your head back. a slow bounce happening, you began bouncing on him crying out a moan. you never honestly thought you would be hopping, you placed your hands back on his chest, your ass bouncing against his thighs. the bed creaks against the wall with the way of your bum bouncing against his bare thighs, “..everywhere..” he moaned out after he was moaning uncontrollably not being unable to answer your question. your thighs slowly burning at the sensation, your breathing heavy and smal pants coming out of your mouth. you looked down at him, watching his expressions everytime, you continued to hop everytime, your skin slapping against his thighs, your body already feeling hot as sweat began to form on you and on a bottom pedri..

“still thinkingg..or thinking about how deep you’re currently in me..”

you said giggling, pedri was distracted. he was enjoying the moment he led himself to, you tugged on your shirt before pulling it up to where your boobs were almost out, you pulled it over your head, knees and feet.. straddling and burried against pedris thighs. you took your top off throwing it across the room, his hands doing grabby hands as you giggled. “you’re gonna have to..fuck!..beg!” you said his free hand squeezing your ass, before you began bouncing quicker on him.

your eyes slightly rolling back, he sat up as the angle made you cry out loudly. his tip hitting your g-spot, stars forming in your vision. “t..touch me..” you said whining before he squished your boob, you leaned your head back holding onto his hand that was currently groping your boob. your hand slowly wrapping around his neck, “tell me. is there another guy now? or do i have to not let u cum?” you said tilting your head as your hair flicked to the side, “n-no..please!” he said, a giggle coming out of you, “..not the answer am looking for cariño..” you said, he winced feeling his cock twitch in you, your hips still bouncing on him, now twerking down on him. “i’m going to cum..” he said as your fingertip pressed down on his throat, “not until you give me my answer.” you said looking down at him, his eyes were heavy, his cheeks were pink, his lips plumped, his breathing was crazy and lastly.. his hair sticking against his sweaty forehead.

your other hand on his chest for leverage as you pushed yourself up, your hips moving mercilessly. “fuck y/n! keep going!” he said as you were moaning uncontrollably underneath. moan after moan coming out of you. he looked up at you that was currently distracted at your orgasm, he slightly thrusted his hips into you. a scream slipping out of your mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hips still moving with his thrusts. “y-you’re mine. the only b-boy in my life.” you whispered in his ear, the pleasure making your body warm. “mine. do you u-understand m-me?” you said scratching his back, feeling his tip hit your g spot again. “yes y/n!” he said before you felt yourself near the edge.

“o-oh my g-god! fuck!” you screamed before he shot his cum deep inside your pussy, as you came down from your high with a loud moan. pedri burrying his face into your boobs, you were breathing heavily holding onto the back of his head. “h-hey..” you said before he looked up at you, “feel better?” you said as he nodded his head, you giggled kissing his lips before he kissed back.

you stayed ontop of him letting his cum milk up your walls, before you cooled down from the sex, you slowly got off his lap laying down next to him and under the covers you went, his hand caressed your cheek as you smiled. “thank you..no sabia que ibas hacer estó..” (thank you..i didn’t know you were going to do this..) he said as you giggled, “well..magic.��� you said before he kissed your cheek.

“so can we do it again?” he said as you looked at him, this boy never gets tired.

[i9messi]

Barça's golden girl — Pedri González

You're a Barça femeni's player and Pedri has a big crush on you.

Word count — 1,3k

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Pedri had a huge crush on you. Something that grew every time he saw you in the matches or when you crossed paths somewhere. His teammates always made fun of him, the spaniard was a calm boy but it was bothering him that the guys were always making jokes about you and him.

You were a player of the Barcelona women’s team, you played as a striker and you had a promising future in football. At your young age you had an important career and had gained some recognition. Pedri had met you as soon as you entered the club and from that moment on, it was as if he could not take his eyes off you.

Today you were in a celebration in which both were. Pedri looked at you from a distance, while Gavi tried to encourage him to come to talk to you. For the younger it was easy and simple but for Pedri things were not. How could he muster the courage to speak to you, if every time your eyes met his eyes his brain stopped and no words came out of his mouth?

However, your friend was standing next to you and she did notice the looks Pedri was giving you.

"Hey, someone is looking at you. Don’t look but he’s right behind you- I SAID DON’T LOOK."

You turned around and saw that Pedri was accompanied by Pablo Gavi. The one your friend was referring to was Pedri González. Barça number 8. Your eyes met at the distance and you returned to your friend.

"I think someone has a crush." your friend pointed.

"Pedri with a crush on me? What do you say?"

"I’ve heard some things," your friend commented and came up to whisper in your ear, "they say that Pedri has been going to the barça's femini matches because he has an interest in a player. I didn’t know they talked about you, not until now. Now I see it likely, because he’s been watching you since we got here."

"He’s not interested in me. He’s only been to one game this season, and Lewandowski and Gavi were there too." you pointed out, not completely believing what she was saying.

"Well, the rumors are about Pedri and a player. I’m sure that’s you."

You thought it for a while, until you shared a look with Pedri again. Your eyes joined again and there was a strange electricity that shook your body. To be honest, you had found Pedri attractive from the first moment you had met, but you had been so focused on the sport that you had not had much time for the boys. Besides, you didn’t realize Pedri had second thoughts about you either.

"Oh my god, you like him too!" your friend yelled a little and you asked her to lower her voice.

"What, how’d you notice?"

"Because you’re blushing and you can’t stop looking at him." she explained and didn’t take long to grab your arm. "Let’s talk to him."

"What? No. I don’t know what to say."

The girl ignored you and approached you to the player. Once you stood in front of him and Gavi, you greeted them as if nothing was going on and you saw that the younger one was sneakily elbowing Pedri. It was very obvious.

"Hey. It’s nice to see you." you said to Pedri, realizing that you were already nervous with his presence.

"Oh, hi. I didn’t know you noticed me."

Well, he had basically been looking at you from a distance for the last half hour but Pedri preferred to act out. Internally he was happy that you had approached him, because he had a hard time gathering the courage to get close to you. Araujo arrived a few seconds later and greeted you cheerfully, not before saying hi to your friend as well.

"Hello, Golden girl. I’ve heard a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope." You raised an eyebrow, not knowing what to expect.

"Ask Pedri, he won’t stop talking about how beautiful and good a player you are." Gavi added, totally exposing his friend without any modesty.

"Oye, tío!"

Pedri complained about what Gavi said and you froze. You used to take compliments well, but you didn’t expect it to come from a player like Pedri and someone you thought was handsome too.

Araujo laughed and looked at you. "Are you single, Golden girl?"

"Oh, shut up." Pedri complained again.

"I’m single because no one’s asked me out yet." You admitted, looking at Pedri. Gavi elbowed him again.

Pedri cleared her throat, "I’ll go get a drink, anyone want something?"

"She will accompany you!" Your friend again pushed you to Pedri and after what she said, you went with him in search of a glass of water.

"So, everything is alright?" You asked as you waited for the drinks. Pedri hadn’t looked you in the eye yet.

"Sorry about what just happened, the guys can be a little intense sometimes. But they were telling the truth anyways, you’re a really good player and you’re also beautiful, just... I don’t want you to think I'm some kind of weirdo."

"It's okay, Pedri. Thank you for that. I also think you are a very good player and you are also handsome."

The footballer's cheeks turned red and he mentally celebrated what you had said. Flirting wasn’t hard for him, but you intimidated him a little and he didn’t feel ready to tell you something that would embarrass him. However, it was the first time you spoke in person and he didn’t want to waste that moment and the fact that you were alone. If he thought about it too much, he was going to regret it, so he had the courage to speak again.

Pedri ran his hand through his hair, "Well, I’m going to regret it forever if I don’t ask. Do you want to hang out with me someday?"

You couldn’t believe what Pedri was telling you. He was inviting you on a date. Your friend’s words resounded in your mind, maybe she was right and you hadn’t noticed the truth.

"Sure. Do you want me to give you my number so we can talk later?"

"Your number..." Pedri almost choked on his own saliva. "Of course I want your number. Oh, that sounded a little stalker."

You let out a laugh, he was unintentionally funny.

"It's fine, Pedri. We can go on a date tomorrow. I'm free." you let him know. "Well, only if you want"

"Of course I want to, tomorrow is our date then."

You both remained silent for a moment, until he decided to arm himself and finally tell the truth. Well, half the truth at least.

"I’m going to be honest with you, before anyone tells you. I have a little crush on you, it’s a silly and stupid thing."

He lied a little, not admitting that his crush was much bigger. He didn’t want you to run away from him now that he finally had the courage to take a step with you, after so long.

"Funny thing is that I also have a crush on you, Pedri."

Pedri celebrated it like a goal. You saw how his face lit up and you felt your heart beat a little faster. You hoped the sound of your heart would not be heard by Pedri, because it was shameful.

When the two returned with your friends, Pedri was smiling like the Cheshire cat and your friends looked at you with smiles. It was easy to understand what had happened moments ago.

"I better be the first one you invite to your wedding!" Gavi joked.

"So...are you finally going on a date or...?" Araujo asked, looking at the two of you with his eyes narrowed.

"Shut up, both of you."

Pedri was blushed. Damn, you were blushed too.

[i4bellingham]

MORE THAN JUST AN INTERLUDE: pedri x reader

SYNOPSIS: in which a relationship thought to be a fleeting moment lasted for more than they'll ever know.

CONTENT: incorporated with a slight social media au! + obsessive hateful fan speaking shit. conversations are in (google translated) spanish and english + gavi being an adorable child + innuendos by pedri :’p / also NOT PROOFREAD please don’t sue me. read part two here

pedri

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pedri el más feliz contigo. feliz aniversario mi amor. the happiest with you. happy anniversary my love.

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user1 wait what- one year ???? 😧

user2 y'all been together for one year i-

user3 remembering the days where your fans thought this was just a fling 😭 you guys are celebrating one year with each other now congrats 😭❤️

gavi happy anniversary!

fcbarcelona sending love to you and yourusername ❤️

user4 another month now and you'll break up anyways 😐

user5 shut yo stanky ass

user4 let's bffr here besties they're not gonna last ☺️

user6 user4 and this is why your father left you, your mom hates you, you failed school and you're single meanwhile yourusername is here living the absolute best of life 🤷🏻‍♀️

　　　

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yourusername here's to many more small midnight talks about life with you. happy anniversary bebe ❤️

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_rl9 never let the haters ruin such a beautiful relationship!

pedri never

gavi the second picture is when you text him and his focus is not with us anymore :/

yourusername i always tell him to stop texting me when he's out with you guys though ☹️

gavi i know, pedri just doesn't listen because he's annoying like that

yourusername say sorry pedri :/

yourfriend1 happiest anniversary to you both! ❤️❤️

pedri i love you

yourusername i love you more

pedri i love you the most

yourusername i love you more than most

pedri i love you so much that no words could ever describe to which extent

alejandrobalde pedri we get it man 😃 (anyways happy anniversary yourusername)

gavi pedri simp (i don't know if i used that word correct)

Pedri was still high on adrenaline when he was whisked away for an interview just after their game.

His football jersey clung onto his skin in an uncomfortable but familiar hug with grimes and sweat all over his body. If people looked closely, they'd find small specks of dirt on his cheeks from the amount of time he tried intercepting a ball pass from the opposing team. He still looked good nonetheless, not that he needed someone to remind him that as he stood carefree in front of the multiple camera shooting his every angle as he waits for the first question to pop up.

“So... what a game huh?” The reporter chucklesㅡ for what reason, Pedri doesn't know but he simply chuckles alongside him. “How do you think of your performance today Pedri? And how do you think that contributed to the win tonight?”

Pedri scratches his nose bridge, then placing both hands over his waist as he takes a lean back to keep the mic near from his lips.

“I think this is one of the best games that I’ve played entering this season. I think that defensively I’ve gotten a lot of progress and it showed in this game tonightㅡ but I believe there is still room for improvement. I think that I had made a few bad calls during the game as well so I’ll definitely look into that as to not make the same mistakes again but overall, I’m pretty satisfied and happy with how my performance played out tonight and contributed to our team’s win.”

The reporter nods his head behind the camera, seemingly impressed at the response he got from one of Barcelona’s golden boys.

“Any celebrations happening tonight for this big win? For another 3 points on the board?”

Pedri smiles but he shakes his head. “No, the guys will get into that but I will be celebrating something else tonight, this is a special day for me and for my girlfriend after all so I just want to spend this night with her.”

“Speaking of girlfriend...” The reporter trails off, flicking through his card with a teasing glint and smile on his face as he follows through with his statement. “It’s your guys’ anniversary today yes? Made quite a lasting impression on Twitter, this one.”

Pedri nods his head, eyes steering away from the media crew momentarily when his eyes catches a familiar figure walking towards them alongside Gavi.

“Yes, it's our anniversary today so not only do I get to celebrate the win tonight but I also get to celebrate an entire year of love and happiness with my girlfriend.”

Pedri shoots you a smile when you catch his eyes, mouthing ‘wait for me’ as he tends to his media tasks by finishing off the interview with a few more remarks for the game, team improvements and whatnot before he walks over to you and Gavi in brisk steps when he's finally done.

He's a few mere foot away when you immediately open your arms for a hug, not minding that he's still dirtied up from his previous game, all with the sweat and gunk clinging onto him. Pedri immediately falls down into your embrace, and Gavi takes that chance to slip away when he sees the cameras pointing to you both while still airing live.

You plant a kiss each to his cheeks and nose, leaving more than a swift peck to his lips that he returns gratefully and with glee.

“I’m so proud of you, do you know that?” You tell him as he leans his forehead against yours. “You did so well today baby, I’m very very proud of you.”

Pedri wraps both of his arms around your waist, locking you snug against him as you snake your hands around his shoulders.

“You always tell me that, no?” He leans down to whisper in your ear. “But you can always show how proud you are of me yeah?”

You don’t say anything but you do slap his chest when Gavi comes in barreling through your hug, jumping behind your boyfriend while he's got both hands over Pedri’s shoulders.

“Happy Anniversary to the two of you!”

Pedri shakes the younger one off before moving to walk away, pulling you behind him. “Too loud Gavi.”

“But we won! And it's in your anniversary and you guys should all be loud!”

Pedri smiles tight-lipped, another whisper going through your ears before he's leaning back up as if he never just said something to rouse you up.

“Oh you'll definitely be loud tonight, that's for sure.”

Not only did the media capture you lip-locking live with your boyfriend after his post-game interview, the interaction with Gavi and Pedri’s whispered suggestive comments that left you stunned and bothered definitely made it to the trending topics on Twitter for the next days to come.

[footballxixstars]

Baby’s First Match • Pedri

Child/Parent Prompt List v.2 • Number 1

“Our baby’s first match. I’m so excited. They’re following in my footsteps!”

“Our baby’s first match. I’m so excited. They’re following in my footsteps!” Pedri excitedly said and he was near enough bouncing on his toes as the two of you went to take a seat at the sidelines. He was a bit too excited for your son’s first-ever football match and you were slightly nervous that he would go and put a lot of pressure on your son. Not that Pedri was that kind of person but he’s so excited and knows what it takes to become a footballer so may try to push him however you know how competitive it can be and just want your son to enjoy it especially at this point. What is the point of doing it if it’s not fun?

“Don’t put any pressure on him, just let him enjoy the game,” You told Pedri as you looked at your son who was with the coach of the team and his friends. He was now 5 years old and getting ready for his first-ever match and you can remember the excitement in your son’s eyes the first time that he got to go to training and how much he babbled about it when he got home. He loved it and enjoys every minute of it but now there’s a competition for his age group you’re scared he’ll get more pressure and focus more on the competition aspect than the fun part. He’s young and should enjoy it.

“I promise you I won’t. It’s all fun,” Pedri said trying to reassure you just as the game kicked off. You’ll just have to see but you do trust Pedri.

Throughout the game, Pedri was relatively calm but when your son would get the ball and dribble with it Pedri would get up on his feet and excitedly scream and shout which would make you slightly embarrassed because eyes would turn to the two of you but Pedri didn’t care. His son was playing and he was going to be the embarrassing parent and support his child. If the other parents don’t like it then too bad because Pedri is going to show his support to his son and the team. Your son seemed to appreciate it though because he had this huge smile on his face throughout the whole game even when the other team scored and that made you relax because he wasn’t bothered that his team was losing. It wasn’t long until your son scored the first goal for his team though making the score equal and yes you did clap and cheer for him but Pedri was fully shouting and screaming like your son had scored the World Cup winner. At least he cared because some don’t.

That wasn’t the only thing that your son did during the game. At one point he got the ball from the other team before turning around and dribbling around and past about 5 players from the opposing team and managed to pass the ball to someone on his team who ended up scoring. Some football skills must be genetic but it must help that he has been doing this since he could walk and even before then when Pedri would pick him up and manoeuvre him to kick the ball. At that moment you knew Pedri wanted your son to follow in his footsteps and that’s why you somewhat thought your son may be doing this just for Pedri but seeing the way that your son was you knew that he wanted to do this too. You glanced at Pedri who was still watching your son like a hawk and had one of the proudest looks and biggest smiles on his face.

“He’s a natural,” Pedri spoke out to nobody in particular.

“He’s a mini you,” you replied but Pedri wasn’t listening by this point even though you responded near enough instantly. He was already screaming and shouting once again supporting your son who had the ball again. Looking at Pedri properly his cheeks were all red from all of the jumping up and down that he was doing your son also had really red cheeks from running around the pitch. He looked a lot like Pedri does during his own football matches. God he really was Pedri’s son.

As soon as the match finished your son instantly came running over to Pedri with the biggest smile on his face showing how much fun he had which made you feel a lot better. He wasn’t just doing this for Pedri he was actually enjoying it himself. Pedri instantly picked your son up and cuddled him close before pushing his hair back and away from his face, feeling how hot he was, Pedri knew that he needed to get out of the sun and cool down. He was still too active and bouncing around his arms, too much adrenaline still pumping around his small body.

“You see that papa. I scored and I- and I as-assis-assisteded one,” Your son babbled on like the two of you hadn’t watched the whole game. There is that energy. Also, that is much like Pedri. Pedri loves to ramble to you about games, especially ones that he did well in, and you just sit there and listen. It’s exactly what your son is doing now.

“I saw Osito you were so good. Did you have fun though?” Pedri asked him. From the look on his face he definitely had a lot of fun and this would be the main topic of conversation with whoever talks with him for the next week or so. It has been the conversation for the past week with his excitement about the game so now it was clear all he was going to talk about was playing in the game and scoring a goal as well as assisting one or as he put it ‘assisteded one’.

“Lots and lots.” Your son repeated over and over again clearly enjoying his first match.

“Do you want to do it again?” Pedri carefully asked. Pedri knew that his heart would break if your son said no and although it was obvious your son enjoyed it he could still say no. It was always important to ask and find out if he actually wanted to do it or not. Always give the child a choice and never force them.

“Yeah, can I?” Your son questioned all wide-eyed staring at Pedri begging him to bring him back for another game.

“As long as you’re having fun with it you can continue with it as long as you want,” You finally spoke up, placing a soft kiss against his head and your son just smiled brightly at you.

“I’m going to be better than Papa,” He said stubbornly as the three of you walked to the car. Pedri was still looking proud and you just wanted him to enjoy it all knowing that eventually the pressures of the sport will come especially with him being Pedri’s son. That’s why part of you never wanted your son to play the game because of the pressures of him being Pedri’s son but if he wants to do it you’re not going to stop him you’ll just make sure he does truly enjoy it.

“Yeah, you can tell that from your first-ever match?” Pedri joked with him and your son just nodded before laying his head against Pedri’s shoulder, the game obviously tiring him out and the adrenaline was now finally wearing off. The three of you made your way home and hopefully all of this exercise would mean your son would manage to go to sleep easily tonight. Highly unlikely though due to the excitement.

MASTERLIST | MORE PEDRI

[sports-on-sundays]

Hiiii! I was reading jigsaw with pedri and i loveeee it 😍. Would you be up to writing a part two?🫶🏼

jigsaw / Pedri González / Part 2

Summary: Pedri x sister!reader - Pedri wants your help now, but it's hard when the situation he's in seems even more dysfunctional than you originally expected.

Warnings: song is explicit so if you're gonna listen to the sample- be aware, censored cussing, borderline emotional abuse in a relationship, mention of being sick, burst of anger, punching

Requested?: Yeah.

Author's Note: Link to part 1. https://www.tumblr.com/sports-on-sundays/739055924942143488/pedri-x-sisterreader-based-off-of-jigsaw-by-conan?source=share

You park in front of the apartment complex, gripping the steering wheel so that your knuckles are white. Pedri is sitting next to you, eyes staring ahead. Despite the blank expression in them, you know better. Behind those eyes are loads of desperation.

"You know you've got to do it, Pedri. I'm right here. I'll be out here the whole time. But you got to do this alone."

His jaw clenches, but he doesn't respond. He slowly reaches to unbuckle his seat belt, but doesn't move beyond that.

"You have your phone," you add soothingly. "If you need me, just text. But you'll be okay. All you have is a job to do. Just go in, get the job done, and run back out there. Then I'll step on it. We can speed away. We can leave this whole mess behind in the dust, okay?"

You're half expecting him to remain unresponsive, as he's silent for a second, but he does nod and reaches to open the door. You watch as he shuts the car door and makes his way to the building.

It's hard watching him go. You don't want to leave him to deal with it alone. You want to be there to stand up for him.

But you also know what you have to do. You know this is best for him. He got himself into this situation. So unless he's in trouble, he needs to get himself out of this situation.

Despite how much you might both want you to just storm in there and give this woman a piece of your minds, you have a feeling it's not right. You have a feeling this is something Pedri has to do on his own.

But you nervously keep your phone in hand.

It was hard decision to make. You want to be there always, to stand up for and help your younger brother. But you also don't want him to be unable to help himself. You don't want to be enabling, either.

So you sit in the car, gripping your phone, staring ahead. Anxiety simmers below the surface, and all too often you feel yourself leaning forward and glancing to the door, waiting to see your brother come out.

But time passes. And goes on and on and on. And still, Pedri doesn't return. Finally, you send him a text. You wait ten minutes. No response. You swallow.

Oh God. What is going on? Was this all a big mistake? On my part?

So you unbuckle your seat belt, jump out of the car, lock it, and jog to the building. You vaguely remember Pedri saying it's room 103, so you rush there, begging and hoping for that to be true.

When you get there, you ring the doorbell, holding your breath. It seems like forever before anyone answers, and just as you're about to reconsider what to do next, you hear the doorknob twisting.

You swallow. You heart pounds in your throat. Oh God, please let this be the right room. Please let this go right. Please let this be the right room.

A woman opens the door. A young woman.

Looks like she's in her early twenties.

That's a good sign.

"Who are you?" she demands, crossing her arms.

You return her question with one of your own: "Is my brother here?"

"Someone's brother is here. Maybe he's yours. Suppose you two do look alike. So, that's what's going on?" Her lip curls. "It's because of you?"

You glare and say, "What's going on?"

She smirks. "Nothing unusual."

"Let me in," you demand. "Explain."

"There's nothing to explain!" She seems to be getting a concerning amount of pleasure from this game she's playing.

You can see how she's dangerous, now.

"Yes there f***ing is! Where is my brother?"

"I don't know! Who's your brother?!" She grins.

"Pedro. Pedri González. My brother is in your house."

She leans on the door frame, completely guarding the entrance. "True. He's also my boyfriend."

"No, he's not. He shouldn't be, anymore."

She snorts. "I don't know what he said to you, but that's sure not what he said to me. I think he's just struggling with a lot right now. He just needed some comfort, clearly more from his girlfriend than from his sister. Because he's in a lot better mood now."

"Oh yeah? Then prove it. Let me see my brother."

She snorts and calls, "Baby! Your sister is at the door!"

For some reason, it makes you sick to your stomach to even hear her call your brother by such a name so casually.

Soon, Pedri walks into your line of vision. Immediately, you shove his stupid girlfriend out of the way and grip his shoulders.

He looks fine.

At first glance, at least.

But for the moment you get to study his eyes, there's something more in them. Confusion. Maybe, just slightly, despair.

Then the cursed girlfriend pipes in, "Pedri, you wanna tell your big sis what agreement we came to, since she's being so nosy?" You grit your teeth when you hear the belittling voice she seems to use speaking to Pedri.

Pedri doesn't seem to notice, hesitates, but then says, "I don't know... Y/n, I just think maybe I've been overreact-"

"Don't even say that!" Suddenly anger wells up in you, and you turn on his girlfriend. You grab her by the collar and suddenly scream, "Do you know what you've done to him? Do you know how you've been ruining my brother?! Using him?! Making him feeling worthless? Clearly, you do, because you don't look very surprised or guilty, do you? No! You're just a terrible person, and you know it! And you don't even f***ing care. Well, f*** you. F*** you." And there's no more thought, not another second, put into it, before your fist slams into her cheek and you let go of her collar, watching as she stumbles onto the ground, feeling nothing but contempt towards her. Pedri says something in the background, but everything is red and screaming and blurry now as you finish with, to the woman on the floor, "We'll be going now, and don't ever expect to see my brother, ever, ever again! He doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve him!" And you grab Pedri's wrist and tow him out, to your car. In blindness, you fling open the passenger side door, practically shove your younger brother into the car, go around to the other side, and start driving away, staring forward, at nothing but he road in front of you.

Slowly, you begin to simmer down. Your ears unclog, and you become aware of your surroundings, including your brother.

Those big, dark eyes are staring ahead, hollow.

You find a secluded place to park, and stare ahead.

Searching for words.

"Pedri..." you start.

"Yeah?" he asks hurriedly with a slightly shaky sigh.

"I'm sorry for punching her."

"Don't be."

You blink. "It's just- she was being so confusing a manipulative and... I guess I had just had it with her. I just... I didn't want to see you being hurt, and that was the reaction. But it shouldn't have been."

"Y/n, why are you trying to explain yourself?" Pedri murmurs. "I'm not mad. I understand why you did it. It felt good to see you do that, because I know I never could. If I did, she'd twist it. I'd get in... huge trouble."

You nod. "Right, yeah. Please don't be punching your girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend," he corrects.

You look up at this, meeting his eyes. You like that he says that, but still ask, "Want to tell me what happened? Want to explain to me."

"Well, I'm sorry..." He trails off.

"Yeah, I know. I want you to tell me what you're sorry for, because I don't even know. As far as I'm concerned, everything is all that wretched woman's fault. But explain to me what she did. What happened."

Pedri sighs and starts, "I went in there and told her it was over. But then she... I don't know... She just... She's manipulative, okay? It's like she made it seem like I was simply wrong for thinking such a thing. And she just... brought me to her room and... yeah. She said if..." Your brother voice trembles, and you glance to him. He's looking down at his hands in his lap. "She said if I broke up with her, she'd find me. She'd come back. She said she'd be so heartbroken, and how it would ruin her... I'd be terrible for leaving her... She said she'd... make up rumors and... yeah, I just..." He swallows, before muttering, "I'm terrified."

"What rumors?" you whisper. "What exactly did she say?"

"How I'm famous, and she could make stuff up about abuse, and ruin my reputation, and... ruin my life... even more."

You clench your jaw and suddenly burst, "She's the one guilty of abuse, for God's sake!"

"No-" Pedri suddenly says, his eyes momentarily widening. "Just... don't say that. Calm down, okay? If I'm not angry, there's no reason for you to be."

You exhale shakily, leaning back and nodding. "I know... You're right. But we're going to have to deal with this. With her. Somehow."

"I don't know how... I'm so sorry... I should have never gotten myself in such a stupid, dangerous situation... I just wanted..." he trails off, flopping his head into his hands. You stare at him, perplexed, and put an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into a half hug.

He's still.

"I don't know what to do," you hear him whisper softly.

You nod slowly. "I'll find a way, Pedri. I will. I'll find a way to fix this."

You cut that woman off. You made Pedri block her number, and all her socials. You're glad they kept the relationship a secret. You suppose she used that to her advantage, but now it's going against her.

Because, you figure, if you cut everything off with her, she'll just look like an idiot, trying to make it seem like Pedri did something he didn't. How will a common citizen like her even really be able to make something big with the media? No one will believe her.

You've erased all the proof.

Or at least that's the hope.

Pedri made it seem impossible, but you wouldn't take it. Maybe you just have more hope than him.

But you want to make her pay. You want justice. So that's why, once again, like you did months ago, you sit across from Pedri at your dinner table. You fold your hands and murmur, "So..."

"Yeah?" he responds quickly. No fake smile this time. There's nothing to hide.

"I'm thinking we should... report her."

Pedri blinks, opens his mouth, shuts it, then finally ventures to ask, "For... what?" He knows exactly what you're talking about, of course.

You swallow, before saying, "Emotional abuse."

"No," Pedri respond very quickly, eyes wide.

"Why?" you snap back. "She did... right...?"

He shakes his head nervously. "I just... She hasn't done anything since we closed her off, right, yet? It's been a month in a half... I don't want to put kerosene on any fire that's still lingering... Don't you think...?"

"But don't you want justice?!"

"I don't want any more drama than there has to be!"

You sigh, looking at your brother. "She's a messed up, terrible person."

He nods, looking down at his lap. "That's why I pushed her out of my life, with your help, and I'm hoping she won't come back. I don't want to have to be any more involved with her than I already have been."

Months later, you sit on your back porch next to Pedri, staring out at the grey rain. He's gotten another injury. Again. Wrapped in blankets because of the chill air.

But suddenly your brother whispers amongst the rain, "Thank you, Y/n."

"Hm?" you ask, looking up in confusion.

"For saving me."

You blink in confusion. "Sorry?"

He sighs, looking down. "I don't know. You... helped me from my ex. Encourage me always. You've always just been... well, my big sister."

You smile softly, but it's sad, as the rain beats down on the roof above you. Because there's still sadness in his eyes. You reach over and take his hand, but he still doesn't look up. "Pedri, you're lovely. Your dreams will sprout and come true. But no matter what happens, you'll always be perfectly you. You'll always be my little brother. There is no reason for you to be any different. There is no reason for you to change for anyone. There is no reason you should be a jigsaw now."

He whispers again, after hesitation, "It's you that's been putting my pieces back together. Piece by piece by piece. By piece."

You smile softly, blinking slowly. "You act like you're a lost cause. Pedri, you've just got to break free. And I'm here to help you do that."

"I know. Thank you." He's silent for a few second, before adding awkwardly, "I love you a lot."

You grin a little bit as you say, "I love you too. And- why don't you raise your head, king? Your crown is falling."

Suddenly he looks up, and you see that sweet, genuine, soft, loving smile on his lips that you love to see.

There's hope.

There's always hope.

No matter what happens to anyone, there's never, ever a reason to stop believing in hope.

[pedrithink]

dream family ✩ pedri gonzalez

couple: pedri x reader! messi

request: im on my knees begging for a messi reader x pedri 🙏🏼 soc med au or oneshot i will take what i can get

face claim: olivia grivas

NOW: Inter Miami CF Press Conference | Lionel Messi

comments ⬇️

user1 messi showing all his support for pedri's relationship with his daughter, how nice to see him so happy enjoying life with his family.

user2 it’s actually a tragedy that we won’t get to see Messi and Pedri play together again, pretty sure that yn would love to watch this masterpiece too. her boyfriend with her father 🔥

user3 for messi, pedri is one of the best talents in world football. they enjoyed looking for each other in the short time they played together.

user4 @user3 bring them back please 😭

user5 messi's children are everything to him, so if he supports this relationship it's because he trusts pedri 🥺

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ynmessi miami days with mom and dad 💕✨ estoy tan orgullosa de vós, papá. te quiero muchísimo! gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí y no sabes la inspiración que sos para mí. 💗💖💕💞

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antonelaroccuzzo mi niña hermosa, la mas linda y buena ❤️❤️ te queremos muchooooo 🥰❤️❤️

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo te quiero, má 💖

leomessi te quiero hija 😘❤️

ynmessi te quiero, pá 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user1 your father is a LEGEND

user2 yn, what brand are your pants and top?

pedri 😍😍

ynmessi @pedri 💗🫶🏻

user3 guapaaaaas y el capitán más hermoso del mundo 😍 (pretties and the most beautiful captain in the world)

user4 la mujer y la hija del 10 no se mira (we cannot look at 10's wife and daughter)

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ynmessi happiest birthday with my favorite people 💐 thank you for the love everyone - heart is so full 💝🥺

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antonelaroccuzzo siempre quiero verte feliz, mi niña 🥰

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo lo mismo, mamá. no puedo expresar o tanto qué te quiero 💝

user5 MESSI AND PEDRI OMG HOW MUCH I MISS THIS DUO

user6 imagine having messi and pedri at your birthday party and at the same time them being your father and boyfriend! YN WON IN LIFE

user7 the way yn and pedri treat each other is so cute 😞

leomessi 😍❤️

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[leilakisakabiri]

Can I request something with Gavi being barely even home resulting to reader feeling lonely and empty? A fluffy ending please! Gracias a todos!

You're Losing Me (Gavi)

Summary: You and Gavi's relationship is slowly falling apart - and neither of you know how to save it.

Warnings: Angst. Toxic behavior. 

A/N: This request literally revived me so thank you. I’m so excited to write angst hopefully you like it! Also thank you guys for 1k notes on Surprise, here’s my gift to you. Please send requests!

Word count: 6.8k+

Masterlist

It was the fourth Tuesday in a row that you ate alone in your apartment. The fourth time Gavi had skipped out on your plans last minute, sending a quick half-hearted text about one event or the other.

The first time it was because Coach had asked Gavi to stay after practice, keen on teaching him the perfect one-touch shot. Then it was a missed dinner because Jordi Alba had invited him out with some other players, and he just couldn’t say no, because he was finally starting to feel like a part of the family - like the older players had finally started to respect him.

Of course you hadn’t minded the first few times, he had been apologetic enough, promising you that he would be there next time, but each next time took on the next week, and soon the prospect of next time didn’t hold as much meaning anymore. You were accustomed to reading those words by now, and you rarely took time to read over the dwindling text messages anymore, eyes only scanning for those two words, the ones that had become a staple in your relationship.

Next time.

Next time you would cook dinner for him and he would be there to eat it. Next time he would tell you he loved you in person, rather than getting an impassive ‘sorry cariño’. The thought of next time, which once seemed like a lifeline to you, had become a dull reminder of the boy who was just on the other side of the city, only a measly train ride separating you both. Yet the distance seemed much greater.

But now the football season was drawing to a close, and instead of being excited at the notion of having more time to spend together, you felt uneasy and on edge, almost as if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, something to come up, making the distance between the two of you that much more tangible.  

You felt your phone buzz next to you and your eyes unintentionally went to the clock.

9:45 pm.

The texts were getting later and later each time.

You already knew what awaited you, but you couldn’t help but scan the message regardless.

“Can’t come tonight, only have a few days till the season ends and the guys wanna make the most of it. Be there next time. Noche.”

There it was again, that unexplainable feeling in your chest, like your heart was always one step ahead of your brain, preparing for the loss of something that hadn’t yet left. Your mind was an incomprehensible mess, a jumble of contrasting thoughts and memories, forcing you to overthink situations and undervalue your emotions.  

You lifted your head watching your roommate land with a thump on the couch beside you, “He canceled again, didn’t he?”

You opened your mouth, an excuse on the tip of your tongue.

She held up her hand, “Don’t try to defend him. He knows it isn’t fair.”

You avoided her gaze, “You don’t get it. He’s really in demand and-”

“It doesn’t matter that he’s famous or a professional athlete, that doesn’t discredit his actions, or put the blame on anyone but him.”

She continued, “Look Gavi’s a good guy, I like him,” you stared at her, “I do! But he’s stupid if he doesn’t realize that he’s losing you. I know you, and while you might make excuses for him now, I know that sooner or later you’re going to notice that he hasn’t been treating you like you deserve, and you’ll be smart enough to leave.”

You felt the impact of her words full force, like a sledgehammer beating into your body. All the signs were there, right in front of your face, and you had been turning a blind eye, not wanting to admit what your heart already knew.

You knew it. The distance you had felt hadn’t been in vain – every day you could feel the connection between the two of you chip away, so small, you wouldn’t think to notice it till you stood back and looked at the bigger picture.

As a result of both your busy schedules, you both had come up with the idea of having Tuesday night, the most boring day of the week as agreed on, reserved for just the two of you. On Tuesday you didn’t have classes that ran well past dinner time or have to pick up late-night shifts at the restaurant, and he didn’t have evening practice. It was perfect. Tuesday was yours.

Except it had been four weeks since you’d had a proper conversation with Gavi, and you couldn’t help but see the difference in your relationship when you first got together, both eager and determined to spend as much time together as possible, to now, where even if you attended his games, you two still managed to get away without speaking.

You shook your head, “I-I need to take a walk.”

She reached over placing a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n. I’m sorry-”

You shook it off, standing up, “No it’s ok, it’s not your fault. I just need to clear my head.”

You felt the cool night breeze hit you as you walked the streets of Barcelona. It was unusually quiet in this part of town, the lights from the main strip didn’t reach this far out, and for a moment the quiet reminded you of your hometown.

If you closed your eyes, it was almost like you were fifteen again, back in your childhood bedroom, before the ideas of pretty boys with big brown eyes and the weight of managing both university and a job plagued all your thoughts.

You reached a lookout point, the top of the hill dropping to show you the expansive city below. You stared out, the buildings looked so small up here, barely more than a glowing dot in the dark, the cars a blur of soft yellow. You wondered which tiny dot Gavi was in. You wondered if he had checked his phone, seeing that you hadn’t texted him back like you usually did. You wondered if he even cared.

You shook your head trying to get rid of the unwanted thoughts.

Your relationship with Gavi was good. He made you laugh like nobody else, whispering secrets in each other’s ears like schoolchildren, making forts out of old sheets in his childhood bedroom when you met his family for the first time. You remembered his sweet smile, the way his eyes would crinkle unintentionally when he couldn’t hold back his excitement or happiness. You remembered confiding in him about school, how you were so stressed because you couldn’t manage eighteen credits while simultaneously holding a job that required you to be on your feet for hours at a time. You could still feel the soft caress of his hand, as he squeezed yours, providing you comfort, cracking a badly executed joke here and there just to get you to smile while listing a hundred reasons why if anyone could do it, it would be you.

So, if he made you feel all those things, why did his absence make you feel so tiny, so insignificant?

Your finger hovered over the call button, and you hit it hesitantly.

You just wanted to hear his voice.

That would be enough.

It rang seven times before the line went dead.

It took you a moment to realize you hadn’t put your phone up to your ear, waiting with bated breath for the timer on the screen to start, indicating he had picked up, but it never did.

You stuffed your phone back into your pocket, the same unsteady feeling in your heart strumming.

Once.

Twice. 

Then it was gone.

You came home to a quiet apartment and your roommate already asleep.

You shuffled into your room silently, you would give it one more week you decided. Next time would be the last.

The next week came, and while it was the first week Gavi had off from training, he had already planned to go to Ibiza to attend a music festival with his hometown friends. He had invited you, but it was more of an afterthought, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to go because of rushed ‘you can come if you want’ and a barely there apology so you left it.

You got an ‘I’ll miss you’ text from him and for a moment it made you smile, filling you with warmth. However, an ‘I miss you’ only did so much, and other than his sweet messages, there was really no intent behind his words.

Now it had been two days since Gavi had gotten back from his Ibiza trip, and you couldn’t hide the surprise on your face when you glanced over and saw a Facetime call from Gavi.

When was the last time the two of you had Facetimed? Maybe two months ago? It was much easier to send a text, the times both of you were free were few and far between.

You answered the call, pushing your textbook to the side. The dark grey interior of Gavi’s car greeted you.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Hey, Y/n long time no talk.” Gavi joked, but you felt your stomach flip at the truth behind his words.

“I can’t see you.” You said.

“Oh shit, did I accidentally Facetime? My bad I told Siri to call and she must have Facetimed instead. Let me call you.”

You went to speak but heard the three beeps indicating the call had been cut.

You heard the phone ring again and bit back a sigh. You just wanted to see his face.

You answered on the second ring.

“Hey sorry about that. I wanted to call and tell you that I’m back from Ibiza.”

“Yeah, I know.” You admitted, “I remembered.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Well, anyways I wanted to ask you to come with me to the Spanish football gala tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

You heard some shuffling and suddenly Gavi’s voice was much clearer and closer to the phone. You assumed he took it off speaker.

“Can you not come?”

You hesitated, “Uhm I’m not sure. It’s so last minute and I’m already scheduled at the restaurant tomorrow.”

“Can’t you just take off?” He persisted.

You felt your brow furrow, “I’m already on the schedule, I can’t just decide to take off the day before, I need to find someone to replace me.”

“Ok, tell whoever that I’ll sign a jersey for them if they do.”

You suddenly felt angry. Why did he think that you could only get a day off work if he helped you out? Were you not capable of handling your own situations? You hated feeling like this, like you weren’t even your own person, just a shadow of who you were with.

“No that’s fine. I’ll just take off like you said, simple.” You couldn’t help but let the bitterness seep into your voice.

He went to say something, probably sensing the shift in your mood, but you cut him off, “I have to go. Bye Gavi.”

You hung up before he could respond.

Finding someone to replace your shift was easier said than done, but after some back and forth, and a promise to Marcus to cover his next two shifts, you were free.

Free to prance around in a hall filled with people you barely knew, with a boy who you thought about more in your memories than you saw in real life.

The night of the gala arrived, and you were decked out, wearing the earrings Gavi had gifted you for your one-year anniversary paired with a necklace you had received after graduating high school.

Gavi had originally said he would pick you up but had sent a quick text earlier in the morning explaining that the team was getting ready together at a hotel, and to just meet him at the venue.

Your roommate had agreed to drive you and you gave her a grateful smile as you got in the car.

“Ana thank you for taking me.”

She brushed the comment off playfully, “No problem. Gotta step up when Gavi steps down.”

You let out a short laugh, “My hero.”

You got to the venue a couple of minutes before you had planned to meet Gavi and nervously walked around, staying out of the path of cameras.

You found someone to take you to a tent where some Barca staff were waiting for the players to start the program.

You walked in, a surprised look taking over your face once you noticed Pedri and a few other players in the corner.

You weren’t aware that some of the players from the hotel had arrived yet.

Pedri noticed your entrance and came over to say hello.

You gave him a quick hug, making casual small talk.

Just ask him, a voice in the back of your head urged.

Finally, you bit the bullet, attempting to sound as casual as possible, “How did you guys get here so early? I thought everyone was leaving the hotel at 6.”

“Ehh, it wasn’t that important, so I skipped it. Half the guys didn’t go anyway, and the other half just went to play FIFA. Besides I beat them every time, so it gets a little boring after a while.”

You tried to laugh at his joke, but could only manage a watery smile, mind running a mile a minute.

So Gavi hadn’t actually needed to go but chose to.

Leaving you alone.

Again.

It wasn’t a big deal by itself. But it was the fact that this was just another item you could add to your ever-growing list of things Gavi cared about more than you. You wondered briefly if you had been wrong, and if he had missed some other event to be there with you, only to remind yourself that you hadn’t seen him in a month, so no, he hadn’t.

You were still grappling with your emotions when Gavi arrived, unsure whether to confront him or just let this be another thing you swept under the rug.

Your reunion, if you could even call it that, was lackluster at best. He had walked in with some of his teammates, immediately going to greet the rest of his team, completely ignoring you standing on the right side of the room with Pedri.

It was only once he asked where Pedri was that someone pointed the two of you out.

You felt your body deflate; he hadn’t even asked for you.

Were you overthinking things again? Maybe he had just forgotten in the excitement of seeing his whole team for the first time after the season ended?

Gavi made his way over to the two of you, reaching out to Pedri first. You watched as they exchanged a hug before Gavi’s eyes floated over to yours.

“Hey.” His voice was casual, like he was greeting a mailman, or thanking the cashier.

“Hi.”

You closed the space, attempting to hug him, but he grabbed your shoulders stopping you, looking down.

You followed his gaze.

“I don’t want to wrinkle the dress.”

You felt your heart thud against your chest, and while you knew he only had good intentions, the rejection still stung.

You stepped out of his embrace, watching his hands drop to his sides, “Okay.”

The carpet went by in a blur, you posed with Gavi for a few photos before moving to the side and letting him enjoy the spotlight, he had worked hard for it. You took a couple of photos with some of the other teammate's girlfriends and wives before you headed inside.

Once inside, there was still some time left before the actual dinner portion of the gala started. The gala was held for all Spanish football clubs as a celebration of their hard work during the season. It was also a great event to network, giving players the ability to talk with different coaches and directors they otherwise might not have gotten the chance to, allowing for discussions of thinly veiled preseason transfers to commence without the fear of unwanted ears listening in.

You found Gavi in the crowd quickly, linking your arm with his. He looked over at you, a smile taking over his features once he noticed you.

“Glad you found me.”

You noticed with great relief that his eyes still crinkled in the corners when he looked at you,

“I always do.”

The next however many minutes spent till dinner service started comprised of Gavi talking with various different players and directors as you stood like a shiny accessory off his arm, too insignificant to be acknowledged in conversation.

The call for dinner provided you solace from the repetitive conversations and mundane questions. You took a seat next to Gavi and were confused to find both Joao Felix and Antoine Griezmann seated at your table.

You leaned into Gavi, “I thought the clubs sat together?”

“Me too. I think they’re doing alphabetical tonight though.” He whispered.

“Which one’s your least favorite?” You looked up shocked at Gavi’s question, watching a boyish grin take over his features as he tried to hide his laugh, interlacing your fingers on your lap.

You shoved into him lightly, “They’re sitting right there!”

He leaned in closer, nose softly grazing your ear as he spoke, “Yeah but between me and you, I think Joao could have had a better season in Chelsea.”

You shook your head in disbelief, fighting back the smile that was threatening to spill out. Your eyes caught his and for a second it seemed like you had been transported back in time, back to when these types of moments were the standard not the exception, back when it felt like you were on each other sides, back when laughter was the antidote instead of tense silences filled with awkward hello’s.

His eyebrow lifted ask if to ask if you agreed with him, and a small murmur of agreement from you was all he needed before he opened his mouth, ready to hammer his point home, but his attention switched last second.

It was like you could visibly see the shift in his demeanor. First, it was his eyes glancing past yours, seeing the midfielder approaching. Then it was the subtle grip on your hand loosening, his fingers slipping through the gaps. Next, it was the complete shift in body, his posture straightening as he leaned his body away from yours, position shifting to face Pedri who had sat in the spot next to him.

To his credit, Pedri acknowledged the both of you but it was clear Gavi paid no mind to you, not evening sparing you a glance as he became immersed in a conversation with Pedri.

You tried to pretend it didn’t affect you and while you could lie to everyone else, you couldn’t lie to yourself. You had built up this evening up so much in your head, telling yourself that tonight would be the shifting point in your relationship and that everything would go back to the way it once was, but it was shaping up to be another Tuesday you had become all too familiar with.

Why did it feel like you were always competing for his attention?

Your mind was reeling, all the small actions Gavi did that you kept pushing aside, were floating back to the surface, each little remark or dismissal a little tug on your heartstrings till you were sure that if you stayed at the table a for a moment longer you wouldn’t be able to stop the onslaught of tears quickly approaching.

You stood from the table abruptly, catching a few people’s attention, but you gave them a polite smile, or at least you hoped it had been polite, you couldn’t focus on anything but the stinging in your eyes and the sinking feeling in your stomach.

You swiftly walked towards the restroom, glancing over your shoulder to see if anyone had noticed but your eyes fell on Gavi’s form. He hadn’t even bothered turning around.

Of course, he hadn’t. 

Somehow that hurt more than anything else.

You were immensely grateful for the single-use restroom as you locked yourself in, shaky hands coming to steady yourself on the sink.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

You were internally screaming at yourself, begging yourself to keep yourself together but the feeling was too overwhelming and before you could stop you felt the first tears slip down. Your shoulders shook as you forced yourself to be silent, embarrassed about someone walking by and overhearing you pitying yourself.

One hand covered your mouth as you muffled your sobs, while the other dug into the stupid marble sink until the skin was pink and indented. The pain acted as a distraction from the unbearable pressure in your chest, and you instinctively pushed your hand harder into the sink.

Your fingers felt numb as you slowly removed them, closing your eyes to steady yourself. It was obvious that you weren’t in the best mental state, but you couldn’t exactly sit in the bathroom for the next hour to sort it out. You had to clean yourself up and go back to pretending.

Yes, pretending, you realized, was exactly what you had been doing. This whole night you had been pretending, pretending everything was okay, pretending that your relationship was fine when in truth you couldn’t even remember what Gavi’s laugh sounded like.

When had it become all pretend?

Was there anything left here? Were your best years behind you both?

These unanswered questions haunted you as you calmed yourself down, wrapping around you like a blanket, one that provided you no comfort but rather a feeling of suffocation.

Finally, your eyes had dried, and the redness had faded significantly. You had gotten your breathing under control, and you felt a little lighter having stopped denying what had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

You took one final glance in the mirror, smoothing out your dress as you exited the restroom.

You walked slowly back to the table. You had decided that if you could just get through tonight, go home, and cry and think some more, then by tomorrow morning you would be able to talk to Gavi and decide what to do.

But that plan had flown out the window when you arrived back at the table to a confused Gavi.

It seemed he had finally noticed your absence.

“Where did you go? They served dinner 15 minutes ago.”

“I had to use the restroom.”

“For 15 minutes?”

“There was a queue.” You lied.

He seemed to accept your answer and you chose to focus on your food rather than him.

You were halfway through your meal when you noticed Gavi giving you a double take from the corner of your eye.

“Your eyes are red.” He spoke in a hushed voice.

“I don’t know why.”

“Are you sure?” His attention was beginning to slip again, eyes darting back between you and Pedri.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You heard your voice waver on the last syllable, a tick you had when you were lying, and Gavi immediately picked up on it, facing you fully.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head not wanting to get into everything here.

“I’m ok.”

“You’re not.”

“Gavi.” You warned.

“What happened? Did someone say something?”

“No. Just drop it please.” Your voice had gone soft, tired of defending yourself.

“Y/n just tell me, I’ll help.” He urged.

You stayed quiet.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again, adamant to get an answer.

You felt yourself grow annoyed, why couldn’t he just let it go? Why was he suddenly interested in how you felt? You were just trying to protect what little left the two of you had and he seemed intent on destroying it.

“It’s you.”

He looked taken aback, eyes pooling with hurt and confusion, his body slightly deflating, “W-what?”

The moment was interrupted when the announcer took over the stage, beginning the presentation for the night, highlighting a few key players and matches.

You looked away first, turning to face the stage, clapping along, acting as though you couldn’t feel Gavi’s gaze burning into your back as he desperately tried to get your attention.

Once the presentation was over you were quick to excuse yourself, using the pretense of going to get a drink as a getaway.

You held your breath as you walked, praying Gavi wouldn’t follow you, and while he got up immediately once he noticed, he was quickly interrupted by another player coming to congratulate him, allowing you to slip away while he watched helplessly.

You let out a huff, leaning against the bar trying to slow your heartbeat.

“Long day?”

You looked over to see Joao standing next to you, watching as the bartender poured his drink.

“Something like that.”

He nodded, “Me too. Been a long couple of days actually.”

You smiled, “Actually, it’s been a long couple of weeks.”

He turned his head to look at you, “I take it back. It’s actually been a long couple of months.”

You raised your hand in mock surrender, “Ok I can’t beat that.”

He grinned, “Yeah not many people can.”

Your expression matched his own, and you gave your order to the bartender before turning to face him again, “So how’s the season been?”

“Shit. Honestly, I’m not even sure why I’m here I played for Chelsea this season not Athletico.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his abruptness.

“Yeah, I saw your first game. A red card first match is pretty brutal.”

His grin only widened, “Oh keeping tabs are we?”

You gave him a playful glare, “Of course gotta know how Barca’s competition is doing.”

“Oh, so you’re a Barca girl?”

“Since the day I was born.” You revealed proudly.

And it was true, even before you had met Gavi, you had loved Barcelona. Growing up in a family of football lovers, your family had declared FC Barcelona as their home club, and you had witnessed so many legends play for Barcelona and so many underdogs find their true passion at the club.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, and you gave him a nod of encouragement, pretending to zip your lips shut making him smile, “Ok well it’s always been my dream to play for Barcelona. Messi was always an idol to me.” He confessed.

Your mouth dropped open in shock before you abruptly shut it, your eyes almost widening comically as you spoke excitedly, “What oh my gosh. I’m in shock. Messi? But you play with Ronaldo!” You gasped.

He laughed at your facial expression, as he whispered, “I know! That’s why it’s a secret.”

You nodded along with his words, sending him a duh expression, “Of course, I won’t say anything I promise.”

“Promise what?”

Gavi had appeared by your side, a firm hand set on your waist, as he gently tugged you back into his body.

You peeked up at Gavi to see he was already looking down at you, jaw set. You gulped.

“Nothing much, just talking about the season.” You replied.

You saw Gavi’s eyes flicker between the two of you before he brought you closer, “Can we please talk?”

You bit your lip unsure but nodded.

He slipped his hand into yours as he led you to a quieter area. You waved goodbye to Joao as Gavi pulled you through the crowd, and he held his drink up in response.

He was a nice guy. You hoped next season would be better for him than the last.

He guided you to a standing table and propped your hands on the table as he played with the ring on your index finger.

“This a really pretty ring, is it new?” He asked eyes focused on your fingers.

“No, I got it last month.”

“I haven’t seen you wear it.”

“I’ve worn it every day since I got it.”

“Oh.”

You gently removed your hand from his, knowing that talking circles about something so small was going to get you nowhere.

“What do you want Gavi?” You asked quietly.

His voice came out gravelly, “I want to know how I let it get to the point where you feel more comfortable calling me Gavi rather than Pablo.”

His words when straight to your heart, and you could feel his pain almost as much as you could feel your own.

“I-I don’t know.”

You heard his breath falter, “I miss you calling me Pablo. Hell – I even miss you calling me Pablito. I’d take anything over whatever this is.” He gestured pointing between the two of you.

“Ok then let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about where it went wrong.”

His eyes lifted at your words, “Why are you speaking in the past tense?”

You remained silent.

“Amor please, why are you speaking in past tense?” You could hear the panic building in his voice.

“I think we don’t spend enough time together.”

“Ok we can fix that. No problem.” He agreed, desperate to save what was slowly unraveling.

“But do you want to? Fix it I mean?”

“Of course, I do. Please just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” His voice was almost near begging, and you knew without a doubt that you were in a similar state.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening here, in front of all these people, but it wasn’t fair to either of you to hold it any longer. You had to have this conversation sooner or later and it seemed like tonight was the time for it.

“Sometimes I feel like you don’t have time for me.” You finally admitted what you had been feeling for the last month.

He shook his head rapidly, “I do! But I mean we both have such busy schedules, you have even less time than I do with school.” he argued, “You also have work so that cuts down on the time we have too, but I’m not complaining.”

You were trembling with anger as you spoke, but you kept your voice low, “Yes, because I have to work a job to be able to afford college. I hate the hours probably more than you do, but I do it because I have to. I don’t have an option. I want to go to school? I have to fund it. But you? You didn’t have to go out with the guys after practice or stay around Ansu’s to play FIFA, but you did. That was a choice you made.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but you weren’t done, “And I’m not even mad about that. I’m mad that for the last month, you’ve put me below every other person in your life, treated me like I’m dispensable, someone who you only consider when you need something. I feel cheap. Like something you only want when it’s convenient to you.”

“That’s not true. You’re my girlfriend!” His voice shook as he spoke, and you realized he was probably just as scared as you were.

“Then why do I feel like I’m not?” Your voice came out soft, barely above a whisper, but it felt like delivering the final blow to an already sinking battleship.

You felt his eyes on you, eyes glazing over as hundreds of unushered words filled the space between you, but the moment was cut short, and you had to remind yourself that you were in public as Xavi approached the two of you.

You gave Xavi a quick hug before he congratulated Gavi on a great season.

Gavi only nodded, murmuring short responses, eyes glancing at you every few seconds like he was scared you would disappear from his life if he wasn’t watching.  

He left after a moment, and then the two of you were alone again.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I had no idea that’s why you were working. I would’ve given you the money if you just said something-“

“I don’t want your money Gavi! It’s yours, not mine.” You said exasperated.

“C’mon Y/n you know I have enough to provide for the both of us. You don’t have to work-“

“I don’t want that! In fact, right now I don’t even want to be in this relationship!”

The boy physically shrunk back at your words, your admission sending him into silence as he processed your words.

Finally, he spoke, head shaking in denial, not wanting to admit what was right in front of him, “I-I don’t understand.”

You wanted to yell at him to notice all the signs you’d been sending him, beg him to understand the things you couldn’t say but had always been lurking in the shadows, easy enough to make out if you just paid attention. You wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that Gavi got to pursue his passion while you were being told to give up yours. Your head was filled with millions of things you wanted to say to him, thousands of little moments you wanted to share with him, you wanted to confide in him about how scared you were, how you had never felt like this in your life, how the thought of him slowly falling out of love with you was ripping your insides apart, making you sick to your stomach. There were so many things but not one left your mouth.

“I know you don’t.” Your voice sounded tired, even to your own ears, and you wondered if this was it. If this is where the two of you parted ways.

“I-I’m just going to go home.”

“I’ll grab our coats.”

You placed your hand gently on his, giving him a sad smile, “It’s ok. I think I’ll go alone.”

Neither of you could deny what it meant.

He ducked his head so you couldn’t see his red eyes. There was a moment of silence, and you could tell he was fighting with himself, trying to figure out what to do to stop the inevitable, until he slowly nodded,

“Ok.”

He had just sealed your relationship closed, something you were grateful for because you knew you couldn’t have done it yourself.

He didn’t lift his head as you walked away, and you didn’t blame him.

You grabbed your coat quickly, bidding goodbye to a few people as you made your way out of the hall.

As you walked down the hallway towards the main doors you realized you didn’t have a ride back. Your roommate had dropped you off and you assumed Gavi would drop you back. Well, that wasn’t happening now. Train it was. One glance out the window told you it was raining, downpouring to be exact.

How fitting. At least the weather matched your mood.

You stepped outside, immediately becoming drenched, but somehow you found comfort in it, at least this way no one could see you cry.

You were about halfway down the steps when you heard the door slam open, yelling coming from behind you.

You spun around, surprised to see Gavi stepping into the rain, “Please stay. Please.”

You stood frozen, unsure of what to say.

You were sure he wouldn’t follow you. But he had.

He kept taking steps closer to you, closing the distance, till you were only two steps apart, “Stay.”

His eyes searched your own, looking for something, maybe a sign that there was hope, something you weren’t sure you could provide.

“Just let me go. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

He shook his head, breath unsteady, “No I can’t. I can’t. I feel like if I let you go now, I’ll never see you again.”

You bit your cheek looking away, he was right. After tonight you had no intention of talking to him again.

His shoulders drooped at your silence, and he sat down on the steps of the building, harsh rain pounding down on him, matting his hair and drenching his extremely expensive suit, but he didn’t seem to care, “I hate fighting with you.”

You glanced down at his figure, watching him sit in the rain with his head in his hands, utterly defenseless.

“But I hate even more that it’s my fault, and that I couldn’t see what I was doing until I felt what you did, just for a second, and it hurt like hell.”

“I should have been there for you. I should have made time for you. I knew what I was doing wasn’t right but then I kept thinking it’s fine I’ll make it up to her next time, but next time never happened because I never showed up. I guess I was just so focused on making sure my teammates all liked me, and they had just stopped treating me like a kid, finally inviting me places - and I’m not using that as an excuse because I know it’s a shit one, it’s on me. Nobody forced me to do anything, I just wanted to feel included, and I put everyone else’s feelings above yours when yours was the one that was the most important to me.”

He finally lifted his head, and he was close enough that you could see the tears streaming down his face as he looked intently at you, almost like he was trying to memorize you, “If you want to walk away you can, you should - I’ll understand. I just wanted to apologize, really apologize, and own up to everything I did. I love you, and I promise you I won’t take anyone for granted the way I did with you.”

Your expression mirrored his own, and the tears were falling freely at his confession now that it was just the two of you. All the things you had wanted him to realize he had. All the things you wished he had said, he finally did.

But was it too late?

“Thank you, Pablo.”

He let out a short laugh through his tears, “No, thank you.”

You gave him a soft smile before you put distance between the two of you, letting the rain mask the sound of you leaving.

The lights from the venue grew dimmer as you continued walking, and you spared one last glance over your shoulder before it disappeared from view, seeing Gavi’s tiny figure rooted in place, watching you leave.

Your steps faltered.

How could you leave this relationship, this boy, when every single warning sign was going off in your brain, telling you to turn around and fight, to not give up? He had understood, he had understood exactly what you had felt, and had owned up to his mistakes, what else could he have done? He couldn’t go back and make it better, but he could change the way he treated you, but how would you acknowledge the change if you didn’t stick around?

It didn’t feel right walking away.

You thought you would feel content, feel like the pressure was lifting from your shoulders, but the dropping feeling in your stomach was multiplying, and your heart was constricting painfully at the thought of never seeing him, never laughing with him, never kissing him again, at the idea of falling in love with someone that wasn’t him.

You never ran faster in your life.

Let him be there. Please let him be there.

You didn’t know how you could explain yourself if you had to walk back into the event sopping wet, eyes puffy, and nose runny.

You couldn’t stop the wide smile that stretched across your face as he realized he was right where you left him.

You sat next to him and he didn’t notice until you spoke.

“Pablo.”

His head shot upon hearing your voice, and his face lifted for a second before falling again, “Di-Did you forget something?”

You nodded.

“Ok I can get it for you, what is it?” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice clear.

You shifted closer to him, bodies pressed against each other, “I forgot that I love you. I love you and I want to work this out. I’m happy that you took responsibility and I believe you. I believe that you won’t do it again. But I should apologize too – I also wasn’t fair to you, and I did things that I shouldn’t have just to get back at you for making me feel so small.”

“I’m sorr-”

You cut him off, “Let’s stop apologizing.”

He nodded, eyes looking at you with nothing but love and admiration,

“Ok but we’ll have to work on our communication.” He said, and you hummed in agreement.

You touched your forehead with his, staring at each other with baited breaths until he finally closed the distance and kissed you. After a month of not seeing each other, you were finally kissing, pouring all your emotions, all your love, all your pain into the kiss, making a promise to be there for each other, and it felt like coming home.

alternate ending

[trcpicoz]

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Here me out!

Dom!Pedri x Sub!Reader, where she's riding pedri and he's just cooing and mocking hear moans and she just kind of get piss off so in order to make up to her he gave her the most desiring rough sex

(sorry 😔 just that man makes me so horny)

𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

author’s note: sorry this took longer than expected i hope you like it <3

masterlist

warnings: smut 18+, dom!pedri, sub!reader, rough sex, neck grabbing, oral m receiving, creampie

“ay papi fuck” you moaned as you rid his shaft satisfying your walls covering his length in your arousal.

pedri laughed at your moans “it’s so easy to make you moan and cum for me i don’t even have to try i just let you bounce on my dick”

“shut the fuck up pedri” you climbed off of him and sat on the bed facing away from him. his words bothered you. pedri was much more experienced than you, in fact, you lost your virginity to pedri. he always lasted longer than you in bed, always overstimulating your clit and fucking you through the night with multiple rounds edging himself.

“oh so you’re mad princesa?” pedri whispers into your ear making you weak and vulnerable. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” pedri began to kiss your neck licking it and leaving hickeys to mark his territory. “i know you’ve been wanting it rough and if you want i can make it up to you with that but the last time we did that i wasn’t as strong as i am now i don’t want to hurt that sweet tight pussy of yours” pedri built up so much muscle and you had to admit he was so much stronger even his gentle thrusts feel more powerful and you loved it, you loved how weak and submissive you felt when he thrusted between your folds.

"you wont hurt me baby i trust you please just fuck me and treat me like your princess" you leaned your head back to talk to him kissing his lips while he fondled your breasts moaning into your mouth.

pedri grabbed your neck tight enough to feel his strength and dominance over you but careful enough not to hurt his princess. “be a good girl, get on both knees and service me”.

you followed his orders and sat on your knees. pedri stood in front of you “i know you’ve never gotten face fucked have you?”

“what’s tha-”

before you could finish the question pedri had grabbed you hair to move it out of the way and also get a good grip on you. “open your mouth and find out”. pedri spit in your mouth and stuck his throbbing shaft down your throat. the gagging noises were music to his ears “sí amor you follow instructions so well always obeying my every command”. pedri fucked the hell out of your throat beginning to make it sore from his heavy thrusts.

“baby fuck me”

pedri hated when you told him what to do. “good girls ask nicely”

“pedri please papi please fuck me”

pedri picked you and layed you on the bed. he threw your legs over his shoulders and spit on your folds letting his tip glide on your entrance teasing your clit. “will you be able to take me?”

“yes” you started rubbing your clit desperate for pleasure coating your fingers with your wetness. pedri gently removed your hand from your folds and sucked the arousal off your fingertips.

“let me fuck you baby” pedri entered your folds and stroked slow but rough making you moan with every thrust inside you. pedri grabbed your neck from behind and increased his speed. the sounds of your wetness were music to his ears, every stroke sending shocks of passion through your veins.

“i wanna look at you when you fuck me” you whined barely able to talk from the stimulation and of cock.

pedri turned you over grabbing both sides of your waist as he fucked you hard and fast making you moan his name until he got closer to climaxing.

“are you almost there baby?” you could feel your clit pulsating at the same rhythm of his shaft feeling more connected to his body than ever before. pedri spat on your clit and rubbed it until you came for him shaking from the intense orgasm he gave you.

“where should i cum?”

“inside me”

he finished in your folds. his arousal leaked out of you dripping down your legs.

“you did so well baby. let’s get cleaned up and i’ll get you whatever you want to eat. i need to make sure you get the princess treatment you deserve”

[vscabarca]

can u do where the reader is a nursing student and has to do a test and makes gavi their “patient” since he’s injured. I can see it being so funny and gavi throwing a small tantrum. Etc Ty 🤗

nursing student - pablo gavi

summary: you’re a nursing student and gavi is your "patient" to practice on.

genre: fluff

a/n: i absolutely have no idea about anything medically related, so everything here is made up🤣 and thank you for the request! i‘ve actually got two requests like that in my inbox so i combined them:)

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„Do I really have to do this?“ Gavi whined, already being splattered across your bed, accepting his fate as your test subject.

You were an ambitious nursing student, currently studying for your final exams of this semester. You were specialized in sports medicine because of the internship you were doing at FC Barcelona. That��s also how you met your boyfriend Gavi. You were the one taping up his ear as he injured himself against Osasuna.

„I just need someone to practice on, but I can also practice on Fermín if you want.“ You teased, knowing Gavi would become jealous quite quickly. As you predicted, he swiftly turned his head, giving you an annoyed glare.

„That was not funny.“ Gavi said, placing his hands behind his head, watching you as you prepared everything for your examination.

„Baby I was joking. I wish you were the test person during the exam.“ You chuckled and walked over to him, giving him a kiss for reassurance. He shyly smiled when you broke apart, feeling better after you gave him a small ego boost.

You put on your gloves and walked over to the side Gavi was laying at.

„Okay just tell me if I hurt your knee during the examination.“ You said. Gavi was still recovering from his ACL injury, so you were more careful than usual.

He nodded, then sat up to remove his shirt for your general body check-up.

Your eyes swiftly glanced over his toned body and you felt your temperature rise. After all it was difficult to concentrate when your handsome boyfriend laid there only with shorts on. To that, you knew he was going to tease you for becoming shy.

„Are you nervous?“ Gavi’s voice lingered in suspicion, his eyebrows were crooked. You rolled your eyes but he was right, you were a bit nervous.

You first checked his heart and lungs with the stethoscope and as soon you pressed it onto his chest, Gavi whined again.

„Amor it’s cold!“ He twisted around the bed, making you let out a chuckle.

„C‘mon it’s not that bad. You’ve done this a thousand times during medicals, do you complain there too?“ You scolded with a laugh and continued to listen to his heartbeat.

He gave you a side eye, pouting slightly at your words. You kissed his pout away a second time and looked for a flashlight to check his eyes. (a/n: i hope you know what I mean lol)

„Do you kiss all your patients?“

„Only the hot ones.“ You returned with a grin, to which Gavi let out a smile.

„Alright let’s check your flexibility.“ You said, trying to distract yourself from the teasing. After all you had to practice, there was no time to swoon over your man.

After checking his knees, being extra careful with his right one, you moved over to looking at the anatomy of the human body. This was also a big part of your exam, so it was the perfect time to look at an athlete‘s body.

„Okay so this here is the biceps brachii muscle.“ Your hand softly traced over his arm until you reached his shoulder. „…and this here is the trapezius muscle…“ you were in your own world, your gaze shifting from the textbook over to Gavi‘s body several times to see if you were right. Gavi smiled softly. He first wanted to tease you again about something, but as he saw you so concentrated, so focused on studying the right thing, he let it be and just admired you.

Gavi was proud to see you studying medicine. You were so smart, always giving him a massage or taping him up if something was nagging him after practice.

„Although I don’t like being your test subject and would rather cuddle with you, I can’t stop being so proud of you.“ You looked up, your cheeks red once again after hearing his words. A shy smile spread across your face as his compliments still made you nervous.

You stood on your tiptoes, textbook and anatomy long forgotten and grabbed his neck to bring him closer. His lips soon found yours and you both got lost in the sweet feeling of each other. Gavi brought you in a hug, quietly whispering into your ear.

„Can we cuddle now?“

[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ pedri gonzalez

pairing: pedri x reader

notes: this is for anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻 sorry it's so short!!! i'll do more later this week

[s6lars]

happy bday bb!!!! i missed you so much i’m so happy i found your account! do you think you could just do a headcanon of how pedri is as a bf! it’s up to you if you want to include smut

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri as a boyfriend …

contains smut, minors dni.

— the meeting.

he was back home in the canaries and met you a house party one of his mates had hosted

it honestly was just an instant connection

he had gone around talking to different ppl throughout the night but the second he started talking to you …

you were the last person he spoke to. bcs he would not speak w anyone else

but after that it was mostly silence, and he was sad bcs he rlly wanted to get closer

when he was back in barcelona, he found out you lived there too

and after some time and a million encouragements from fer

he had the courage to formally ask you out and you two hit it off not long after that

basically, a he fell first & he fell harder moment 🫶🏼

— dating life.

this man is so gentle with you. just so soft spoken, so attentive, so caring

and let’s not forget how clingy he is

you could be doing anything — chores, just scrolling through your phone and he’ll sneak up behind you and bury his face in the crook of your neck

and he wouldn’t say a single word. just dead silent

but that means all he wants is cuddles and you’re more than happy to oblige !

lets you go in his closet and steals whatever you want. genuinely half your closet is just his hoodies and t-shirts now

speaking of his closet, when you first got your hands on it, you were appalled to say the least. but you’ve since gotten it under control and no more ripped skinny jeans it is

in my eyes, pedri’s love language is quality times.

so when he has the time, it’s date night almost every single week ! renting out literally the whole restaurant so it’s more intimate and romantic

when he’s a bit busier, he does it in other ways

he’ll hire a private chef fer to his house, decorate the dining room with flowers

speaking of …

gifts. always. constantly. and spontaneously!

he’ll ask you what you want for your birthday, or christmas, etc — and you always say you don’t want anything. but then a few days later, you’ll get texts like: “gold or silver?” “what size shoe are you?” “do you like clutches or purses more?”

he’s a simple guy, he’s not flashy, and unless it’s for a new phone or a new car he hates splurging. but when it’s with you, then it’s a whole other story.

loveeees showing you off to his family and friends

he’ll run late to lunch with his friends and say something like, “sorry, my girl was too clingy this morning.”

and they’ll all be fake disgusted but he loves it

oh and about pet names

mi mujer — my woman, when addressing you, it’s his go-to.

and bebé for when he’s speaking to you directly

— the launch.

pedri is famous, which means one way or another, the public will have to know about you guys.

pedri is generally a private guy so i think he’ll let it out slowly

which means … soft launch !

it starts with a goal dedication, he makes your initial with his hands and blows a kiss to the camera

and ppl are instantly like whoa. who was that for

and then it picks up

he posts holiday pics and there’s little bits and pieces of you in them

your hair creeping in a mirror selfie, your manicured hands on a steering wheel, your reflection off of a mirror in a restaurant

and now it gets real serious

fans catch him with a girl as his wallpaper but your face is covered by his hand holding the phone

the bomb drops when he posts a pic on his story. it’s a mirror selfie, you’re both dressed up, and you’re the one taking it. he’s standing behind you, one hand across your abdomen.

both your faces are cropped out. still, ppl are like yeah, he has a girl it’s confirmed

finally, he post a whole dump for you, probably for something special like your birthday and he lets the world know he’s yours !

— the spice.

remember when i said pedri was very gentle earlier?

well he can definitely pull a 180 in bed

i see him as more of a switch, and it depends on his mood

at the start of the relationship, when you were navigating what you both enjoyed in bed, you had to guide him a lot

and that’s when you found out he loves being praised, and asking you to praise him

“does that feel good?” “fuck, right there, yeah?” “like this?”

and when he’s not in control he doesn’t shy away from letting you know how good you’re making him feel, always in your ear

ok but let’s get into how he is when he’s in control

generally at first your sex was pretty vanilla, but you were so tired from work one day and just needed to let it all out

and pedri delivered — he had you bent over the couch, and when you thought you were done, he carried you to his room and made you watch in the mirror as you took him

it was unexpected. but not unwelcome

has a thing for when you tug his hair or leaves scratches on his back. it hurts, but it eggs him on further

and if he's really feeling confident, like if he just won a final or scored an important goal, his stamina is quadrupled. you're not stopping until your legs physically give out

always, always makes sure you get aftercare, even if he can barely stay awake himself

even if it's as simple as just getting you something to drink or standing next to you while you're in the bathroom afterwards, he just wants to let you know that he cares about you

gets super cocky the morning after. especially if he sees you limp a bit

you'll tell him off because you'll have to be at work or smth and he'd sit there with a grin and say, "you were the one who kept begging, harder, please—" (you'd throw a pillow in his face before he could continue)

but it's fine, the morning sex makes up for it ♡

[iaeriy]

windows (pedri x reader)

warnings- smut, spanish speaking, age gap (yn 18, pedri 19) & fluff

a/n- thought of this after i finished my gavi fanfic, i don’t know when i’ll be uploading another one. maybe this time of the week.. not so sure! but hope you enjoy this one for now! :”)

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you were on your laptop scrolling through your homework trying to finish up an essay, you had one of your airpods in your ear listening to music, everybody in your house that lived with you were asleep.. well, except your brother. you heard shuffling from the grass outside but you ignored it.

you had to change into your pjs but you were lazy to close your window, you changed either way into a white oversized shirt and left your panties alone.

you were standing behind the window until, “BOO!” you heard and you screamed loudly dropping your phone as you turned around and saw your boyfriend, “why are you sneaking out.. get in before someone sees you..” you said whispering as you held his arm helping him get in, “i came to see my girlfriend.. i haven’t seen her all day..” he said kissing your cheek as you blushed, “yeah well, it’s late. he shouldn’t be out at 11pm.” you rolled ur eyes as he smacked ur ass, “hush missy.. i came too because my parents had a small argument with me about school so, now am here.” he said squeezing your butt.

you giggled as he cupped your cheeks, kissing you.

you kissed back as you got on your tippy toes, as pedri starting to hold onto your waist before you smacked his hand off as you heard the door knock, you whined pushing pedri into your closet, “shut up and don’t make a sound..” you whispered as you closed it and opened the door to see your brother.

“why were you screaming, you woke me up.” eliseo said as you rolled your eyes, “i did, aww you poor thing.” you said as he smacked your arm, “i saw a jumpscare video on my phone, sorry.” you said smacking his head after he said smacking your arm, “you sure?” he said as he tried to get in your room, “eliseo.. you’re not coming in just over me screaming.” you said pushing him out as he frowned, “fine then, don’t make too much noise mom and dad are going to sleep. goodnight.” he said as you smiled waving at him before flicking him off.

you closed the door and locked it as you opened your closet and saw pedri going through your clothes, “what the hell are you doing..” you said holding his hand trying to get him out, “i wanna see what is in here.. you’re clothes are so organized and so.. you..” he said as you yanked him out your closet, closing the door before he looked at you, it was dark but your neighbor had their light on and your led fairy lights that hunged around your room.

“so.. what now?” he said as you shushed him, “quiet, my brother knows something is up so shh.” you sat him down on the bed and the two of you sat down, he talked to you about school. yes, the two of you were in highschool and both your parents knew you two were dating for about a year and 6 months now. pedri played for the soccer team for the school. “but then soccer practice was fucking annoying.. that boy that likes you couldn’t stop talking about you non-stop.” you laughed as you sat down criss cross, you were getting cold from the air coming in and well.. you were in an oversized shirt without a bra and just panties.

pedri tried to keep his eyes on you as you spoke, his eyes scanning your chest as your nipple was sticking out through your shirt, his eyes went down to your lace thong. you looked at him and he looked at you, your eyes widened as you thought to yourself ‘why did you wear a thong tonight..’

“what’s wrong baby?” you said as he shook his head, “nada.. you’re so adorable tonight..” he said caressing your cheek, your heart started racing as he looked at you, something in his eyes were different this time though. you nudged it off as he leaned in closer to you, “i missed you..” he whispered in your ear as he laid you down, towering above you.

he looked down at you before kissing you as he held onto your cheek, you kissed back cupping his cheeks as he slid his hands inside your shirt, his finger tips roaming around your body as the two of you made out.

he held your waist as he started to grind himself against you slowly, you bit down on your lip trying to keep quiet. you were and weren’t expecting for this to happen. his lips made it’s way down to your neck as you leaned your head back, your breathing starting to hitch and increase from the dirty thoughts filling up in your mind. your hands made its way to his shirt as your hands reached inside touching his abs, your other hand reached the hem of his shirt, he chuckled looking at how needy you got under his touch.

“you wanna do this?” he said as you looked at him you didnt hesitate to nod your head, you were desperate begging for him again. it’s been a month since your first time with him, and honestly.. you did miss him.

“you better be on the pill.” he said as he pulled his shirt off and your tint of pink flushed through your cheeks,

“i-i am..” you said as he chuckled sitting you on his lap, you were now on top of him, his eyes scanned through your body admiring the view as his hands squeezed your ass, you giggled kissing him again as he kissed you back.

his boner was poking your hole, you were so needy and desperate, you began to rock your hips aroun his crotch as you continued to kiss him. your moans being muffled as he groaned into your mouth, you continued to move against him as you started to remember that day.

you pulled away smiling as your hands made its way to the hem of your shirt as you lifted it above your chest to your head as you tossed it to the side, you looked at him giggling before he laid you down, he kissed your neck again, this time.. sucking and biting on your skin. you moaned loudly just a bit before a hand went to your mouth, he chuckled as his lips went down to your chest.

he started sucking on the side of your boobs as you sighed out, running your hands down his hair as you moaned out when he stafted to suck on your nipple. you tried to hold in your sounds but god, with this? yeah.. no..

he sucked on your breast leaving marks around as he fondled with the other one squeezing it and pinching on your nipple, he kissed down to your stomach then suddenly. above your panties.

he pulled them down with his teeth as you were blushing from his touch and kisses, he looked up at you chuckling, “you’re so wet already.. we’re barely even getting started mí vida..” he said before slipping a finger inside of you, you threw your head back moaning softly as his thumb rubbed your clit, he heard your moans as he made his way back up to you. you cupped his cheeks, “we’re going to get caughtttt..” you said whinning as you moaned out again when you felt him thrust his finger a bit quicker, he thrusted his finger at a pace that had you mewling his name out.

you bit down onto your lip holding in your sounds as he kept rubbing on your clit, that was until he added another finger. two fingers. you moaned uncontrollably at the feeling as you held onto the duvet, he leaned in to you as he kissed you. you cupped his cheek with your free hand as his kisses muffled your moans.

he pulled his fingers out as he sucked onto his fingees, you blushed again before you pushed him down on the bed, he groaned as you pulled down his jeans including his boxers as his heavy dick sprung out.

you swallowed nervously remembering how big he was, you held his dick as you stroked him slowly, the tip already filled with pre-cum. you giggled watching him groan as you wraped your mouth around his hardened cock, you bobbled your head up and down slowly as you swirled your tongue around.

“pensé en esto todas las noches.. sabes eso y/n..” (thought of this every night.. you know that y/n..) he said caressing your head as you looked up at him still bobbing your head, you pushed your head down a bit deep as you continued to bobble your head. he tried to hold his sounds in from the intense pleasure he was receiving from you.

he held a handful of your hair as he guided your head up and down, you stroked him while sucking him off as you bobbled your head deeper. “joder.. tu boca se siente tan bien..” (fuck.. your mouth feels so good..) he said as you tried your best not to gag, swirling your tongue around as your free hand made it’s way down to your clit, rubbing it gently.

you made your way back to the tip, kissing it as you swirled your tongue around. you placed his dick back in your mouth as you bobbled your head quickly just a bit, you were moaning from touching yourself, your moans sending a vibration to his dick causing him to groan.

you were moaning uncontrollably but due to his dick in your mouth, they were muffled and you were choking on your moans. he chuckled looking at you before he moved your head away, he lifted you by your waist as you were now on your fours, you face facing the pillows.

“don’t be too loud, okay mí vida?” he said as you nodded your head, he inserted himself inside of you ad you moaned out in pain & pleasure, “d-don’t move yet..” you said breathing heavily as he chuckled squeezing your ass, you whined as you started to move yourself against him. “estás tan desperada.. no siquiera te molestate en esperar hermosa.” (you’re so desperate.. you didn’t even bother waiting hermosa.) he said as he held onto your hips as he chuckled watching you move yourself against him.

your ass grinded against his dick, you burried your face into the pillows as you moaned in pleasure, “i missed you..” you said breathlessly as you continued to move yourself against him, he spanked you as you stopped moving. before he began to move against you, thrusting slowly inside of you, you held onto the duvet once again as you whined out, “mmmh.. more.. pl-please..” you said as he hummed in response, thrusting quicker into you. you gasped as his dick stretched you out. fuck it felt good after it’s been a month.

he went down to your ear, “quit moving princesa..” as he kissed your neck, you leaned your head back against his shoulder as he started to pound quickly into you. you moaned out loud on accident as he covered your mouth with his hand, your moaned got muffled as he kept pounding into you, now the room was filled with the bed creaking, skin slapping and pedris groans.. even your muffled moans.

you smacked his hand off your mouth, “i-i don’t care if we get c-caught!” you said whinning as he smirked at your words, he pushed you down even further, he pushed down on your waist as he started to pound deeply into you, you moaned loudly as you gripped onto the sheets. “god you have no idea what i’ve imagined..” he said whispering while groaning as you giggled between your moans, biting down onto your lip. as he started to pound harder into you.

you shrieked as you felt the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, you started trembling underneath him trying to hold on as you fell on your stomach, “i-i.. can’t..” you said breathing heavily before he turned you around laying you down, “u-use a blanket.. the window isn’t closed..” you said blushing as he started to fondle with your breasts, “no.. i’d rather let them see & hear you.” he said before inserting himself inside of you again, you moaned again as he started to thrust himself in and out of you, he wrapped your legs around his waist.

you leaned your head back as you felt him stretch you out in every possible way, as he placed his hands right next to your shoulders. “fuck.. f-fuck me.. longer..” you said whinning between your moans as he started to speed up, his name at the edge of your lips as he kept pumping in and out of you. he looked down at you as he started to toy with your clit, you moaned loudly not caring who heard besides your brother, suddenly he stuffed your mouth with your panties.

you frowned as your moans were shut out as he began to thrust into all kinds of areas you never knew about, “should’ve done this earlier..” he said whispering as your eyes started to blur out from the pleasure, he began rubbing your clit gently as he found your g-spot thrusting his pelvis against it.

you arched your back moaning louder than you were before as he continued to rock his hips against you, you took your panties out of your mouth throwing them across the room as you pulled him in closer, both of your sweaty foreheads touching each other as you kissed him.

he kissed you back deeply as he muffled your moans, he started thrusting harder into you as you scratched his back, “you’re doing.. s-so good..” you whispered as he smirked in the kiss, “you take me so well..” he whispered in your ear as he burried his face in your neck thrusting even harder as the bed hit against your wall. you scratched his back as you bit into his shoulder whimpering at his dick push in and out of you.

“m-move faster.. please..” you whined as he chuckled at your words moving faster as you felt him thrust into your sensitive spot, you widened your eyes as he began to rub your clit faster again. “o-oh fuck.. k-keep going-mngh..” you whimpered as your felt your climax approaching.

your legs were sore, your eyes watering from exhaustion, your juices coated all over his cock against his dick, your moans scattered throughout the room and so as his groans.

“cl..close..!” you moaned out as he thrusted even faster than he was, you screamed in pleasure as he covered your mouth smacking your tit. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head from the pleasure, gripping onto the sheets. you felt him twitch under you as he kissed you deeply again, you kissed back as the two of you came at the same time.

he continued to kiss you as his dick was burried inside of you still, you felt his cum fill up as you ran your hands through his hair. “you’re.. shaking too..” you said giggling as he smiled at you pecking your forehead resting his head on your boobs. you looked down at him ruffling his sweaty hair as you heard the door knock, you sat up as he looked at you. “don’t say anything..” you mouthed as he nodded his head.

“cut the shit y/n, why not be a little more quieter next time.” eliseo said as you turned all red before you threw a pillow at your door for him to get out.

-

after that had happened, pedri cleaned you up with the towel that was on your nightstand, he laid down next to you holding you, as you fell asleep under pedris hold, as he covered you with the blanket, the two of you sleeping naked under the covers as the cold air from your windows roamed through the room.

the sun was barely out and it was 5am, pedris shoulder had nudged you slightly, you woke up as your head hit the pillow. you groaned as you sat up,“you’re leaving..?” you said rubbing your eyes still sleepy as your eyes were half opened your boobs exposed, “i have to hermosa.. i don’t want my parents to get mad at me..” he said chuckling as watched your expressions, he kissed your cheek caressing your head, “i’ll see you later on okay, love you.” he said kissing you as you kissed back, you watched him get out of your window as you sighed before falling back asleep.

[dontexpectmuch]

“hello, i am jude bellingham and today i will be interviewing my partner in crime, the love of my life, the straw to my berry, the-“ judes long and exaggerated introduction was interrupted by you, who was sitting next to him on the couch, “don’t overdo it, bellingham.” rolling your eyes and trying to hold back your smile, you lightly hit his shoulder, thus, a smile creeping on his lips.

“right.” he clears his throat, “sorry, darlin’”, shortly looking at you, jude leans closer and softly headbutts you, like a cat would to show its affection to someone.

“today, jude has the opportunity to ask me anything he always has wanted to know.” you continue to explain, not fighting back the smile on your lips anymore.

“this is brought to you by 1&1.” he quickly adds, before looking down at the questions he wrote on the card in his hands .

after dating for one and a half year, your relationship finally public, judes football club, bvb, asked if you two wanted to do a couples video, the football club known for always doing something to bring footballer and fans closer together.

jude was really excited, he finally had an excuse to ask you everything he never really got a clear answer to, while your leg was shaking, nervous from what your boyfriend would ask.

“okay, love.” jude begins, quickly adding, “be honest, though.”

“promise.” you replied, looking at his face as he smirks.

well, fuck.

“wait!” you cut him off before he had even started, “why is he the only one asking me something? what about me?” you look at the people behind the camera, all of them looking at you with an apologetic smile.

“it was judes idea.” daniel, the video director answered.

“judeth.” narrowing your eyes, you look at your boyfriend, him not being sorry at all.

instead of saying anything, jude decides to begin with the first question, “who, besides me, is your football crush?”

“pedri gonzalez.” you answer without any hesitation.

jude, thinking you wouldn’t say a name, looked at you with shock writing over his face. “that was fu- i mean, really fast, babe, like, straight out.”

“you wanted me to answer honestly.”

“i thought i was your football crush?” he, being the oh so well-known drama queen he was, placed his hand on top of his heart, eyes wide.

“well, you can’t be my crush now, can you? you’re my boyfriend.” is all you say, shrugging with your shoulders. “i have thing for spanish men, like, have you seen him?”

“moving on!” jude tries to change the topic as fast as he could, “we will talk about this later, though.” he mumbled under his breath.

“pardon?”

“what would be a break up reason for you?” he asks, putting the question sheet down, legs crossed and upper body turned to you.

“you mean, like, with you? or in general?” you ask, head angled to the left, as you look at his face.

“in general.”

“easy,” you start, sitting up properly and facing the camera to explain everything, “i really like the movie trilogy ‘how to train your dragon.’ like, so much, i can’t even explain it, you just have to put it on whenever i have a bad day and i immediately feel better. but, if the person i’m dating says something like, ‘oh, ew why would you watch this blablabla.’ i’d immediately leave them, i don’t care.” your face was serious, eyebrows knitted together.

“nah, for real.” jude nods, agreeing with you, “that film is an absolute banger.”

“i know, right!” you know turn to face him, happy that your boyfriend seems to enjoy the films just like you do.

“but that’s a child movie.” someone behind the camera voices out, causing yours and judes head immediately to snap to the direction the voice came from, offended looks painted on your faces.

“take it back!” you exclaim.

“for real, i even cried when i saw that scene in the last part.” jude quickly comes to your aim, his hand sneaking behind your waist to draw faint shapes on your hip/waist area.

hearing him say that made you giggle, leaning against his side and putting your elbow on his knee.

and it is true, you guys really were partners in crime, he was the apple to your pie, the smoke to your high.

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[strawberryblue-blog]

Insecurities —FC Barcelona.

summary: How would they react to your insecurities?

warnings: none. sad, angst.

Pedri.

He can't stand to hear you cry because you hate your body, he will do his best to help you with that.

Little things that will make you start to look at yourself differently. He really supports you, he wants to show you how much he likes you, that it's okay to love yourself and that you can do better. You are precious to Pedri and he understands that you are not sure of yourself, so he will love you for both of you.

You don't have to be ashamed with him, Pedri also sometimes has his issues with self-doubt and insecurity, so he understands you. But he doesn't want you to keep suffering, he's going to love you just the way you are. You don't have to be the prettiest, or the thinnest, or the tallest. You just have to be you and that's enough for him.

Ferran Torres.

Ferran really loves to take pictures of you, even when he knows you hate them because you never look good in them. But for him you look so beautiful that he can't help it and wants to make a monument with your photos.

He is aware of your hatred of seeing yourself in photos or mirrors but he wants you to get over it, he wants to help you to be able to see yourself without hating yourself. Ferran loves you so much and obviously doesn't like to see you suffering, image is not everything. He cares about your well being, your mental health, your soul and your heart.

He will show all his love for you, kisses, caresses, hugs that will make you feel safe in his arms, sheltered and protected. He will upload pictures of you with beautiful phrases and will help you to overcome it little by little.

Pablo Gavi.

He is aware of all the effort you make every day to love yourself a little more, he is the reason why you do it and the person who supports you the most in that sense.

He understands your ups and downs that you usually have but he is glad that you alone can turn the situation around. He loves you just the way you are, no matter what you look like, he loves every part of your body and your personality. He doesn't want to burden you with it but if he could he would tell you at home second how beautiful you are on the outside and especially on the inside.

He hopes that together you can get through this, loving and supporting each other like you normally do. He can't wait to show you the immense love he has for you, make you feel loved, wanted and safe. That when you are with him, you can be you completely.

Joao Felix.

He really strives to help you love him every day, with his words, with his caresses, with his heart. Joao usually brings out his most romantic side when we talk about you.

You don't have to pretend to feel good with him, you can tell him anything you want, you can cry, you can just say nothing, Joao will be there for you. He will deny and help you understand that not everything is physical and that your mind is your strongest armor.

He fell in love with you in every possible way, he doesn't need you to be pretty, or tall, or slim, Joao wants to be your refuge, to love you and show you that he will be with you when you need him the most and that he will support you in everything.

Fermin Lopez.

He doesn't like to hear you say that you don't like such and such a thing about yourself, or that you would like to change something about yourself, he hates it. Because he loves every corner of you shamelessly, he admires you and is proud of who you are. He doesn't care about anything but your happiness and love.

Fermin thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world, he chose you for a reason, everything about you made him fall in love. Neither your height, nor your weight, nor your skin color, nor your language define you. He knows your heart, your intentions, your abilities and that makes him fall in love with you every day.

Sometimes he thinks the world is too cruel and that no one should feel that way, so he will try to help you in any way he can, he wants you to know that he will be there for you no matter what and that he loves you more than anyone else.

Marc Guiu.

If there is someone who understands you, it is Marc. He is also a bit insecure with himself, you are still young and growing. Sometimes he thinks that he is not enough and that he could do better, that maybe you are too much for him. But you know how to support each other in spite of that.

Marc loves you with all your problems and insecurities, just as you love him. You don't need anything but your love for each other to survive. You learned to know each other, to understand each other, to listen to each other and most importantly to love each other.

You are both so secure when you are together, when you laugh, when you kiss, when you love each other, when you are yourselves.Your hearts will grow stronger and your minds will heal little by little as long as you have each other.

[footballxixstars]

could I request a pedri one shot?? maybe the reader surprises him at one of his games after saying she couldn't make it bc her plane got delayed or smth and after the game pedri doesn't leave her side, thank you!!

You’re Here • Pedri

He looked down at his phone once more waiting to see if you would message him ‘joking’ as the tears welled up in his eyes. Pedri couldn’t let them fall though as he has a game that he has to focus on and he really has to focus on it. He cannot allow himself to think about the message that you just sent but he couldn’t stop himself, not yet anyway since he was really looking forward to this day for a while and now it was all falling through. You, his girlfriend, and he don’t live in the same city so it can sometimes be a struggle for the both of you to have time to spend together plus on top of this you hardly ever see him play games in person which he really wants you to do. Every chance you get you’ll support him and watch the games on TV but it’s not the same as being in the stadium screaming, shouting and giving him all of your support. It’s not the same as you going down to see him right after the game giving him a kiss and telling him how proud you are and how well he played whether it was a win or not. It’s not the same as giving him a good luck kiss before the match starts. It’s not the same but you do your best and when you can watch him in person it’s always so meaningful and exciting for the two of you.

That was what was meant to happen for this game. This was why Pedri was so excited and had been looking forward to this day for a while. You be there and give him a good luck kiss before he leaves and then support him in the stadium however stupid planes and stupid delayed flights stopped that. That message you had sent had been sent hours ago and he only replied with a simple ‘okay’ but what else was he supposed to say. You decided not to message him again knowing that he has a game to focus on and you don’t want to distract him anymore knowing that the message about the delayed flight will already do all of that. Pedri was absolutely gutted that you weren’t going to be there, he was distraught that you weren’t going to watch him play in person once again because he was generally excited to see you again and show off but now he can’t since you won’t be there. This game though. He has to focus on this game.

“Ready?” Gavi questioned him, placing his hand on Pedri’s shoulder knocking him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, let’s play,” Pedri said, forcing a smile onto his face. Gavi knew something was wrong but also knew not to push it, especially when they were about to go out for their warm-up. Pedri’s mind had to be on the game ahead and not on anything else so he put his phone away and stood up making his way out of the changing room with the rest of his teammates. He had to take his mind off of you at least for 2 or so hours and he could do that. He can.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the train on the way to Barcelona. The plane that you were supposed to catch had been delayed and no time had been given and you really wanted to see Pedri play or at least catch some of it in person so you knew that you had to find a way there. Unfortunately, there were no other planes that you would be able to catch and get there in time but you knew that if there was a train setting off soon you might be able to catch the game so as quickly as you could you grabbed your phone and found a train that leaves very soon so you quickly booked a ticket and made your way to the station. You had to run to the station to make sure that you didn't miss the train but honestly, you didn’t care, you just wanted to be in Barcelona.

Your leg was shaking as you made your way off of the train and straight to a taxi. You knew that kick-off has happened but you knew that you could catch the majority of the game if you just hurried up a little bit. Finding a taxi was easy enough but it was the traffic that slowed you down. The game had already started so you didn’t think that there would be that much traffic but clearly, you were wrong. You were actually debating asking the driver to drop you by the side of the road and you would just walk the rest of the way since that’s how much traffic there was.

“Thank you,” You said to the driver as soon as you got relatively close to the Camp Nou. As quickly as you could you paid the driver too and made the final bit of the way to the stadium. You could hear the noise from the crowd as you walked closer and closer to the stadium and it sounded incredible and once again you could feel the excitement building in your stomach. You were about to watch Pedri play in person for the first time in months so of course you were excited for it and subconsciously you started walking faster. Even though the game had already kicked off and had been going on for a little while you were luckily still allowed into the stadium and when you got through the gates into the actual stadium you near enough ran up to where the family members of the players all sat. You were out of breath and shattered when you got there but you could finally sit back and watch Pedri play.

Quickly, you said your hellos to all of Pedri’s family who were watching the game and who looked happy that you had actually managed to come to the game and support Pedri. You didn’t spend that long talking to his family though because all of your attention went onto that field to watch the game. Your heart did flutter a bit when you caught sight of Pedri running around taking control of the game from the midfield and you couldn’t believe that you were finally here watching him play once again. For the rest of the game, your eyes would not leave Pedri even when someone else from Barcelona scored. Obviously, you celebrated with everyone else but your eyes never left Pedri for a second. As much as you loved watching Pedri play you just wanted to go and see him so when that final whistle blew you had never been happier. Finally, you could go down and see Pedri, the main thing that you’ve wanted to do since you stepped foot in Barcelona. Of course, you wanted to watch him play but more than anything you just wanted to see Pedri and spend some time with him. That would be better than anything.

“Y/N?” Pedri questioned when he saw that you were standing there with the rest of his family. He looked all shy and emotional and clear disbelief was on his face too. Obviously, he didn’t expect you to be there since you had told him that your flight had been delayed and everything so he was pretty much in shock that you had actually made it. You actually made it and watched him play a bit. He had no idea how long you had managed to watch him play for but he knows that you managed to at least watch a little bit of it and he never thought that was going to happen when you sent him that message. So yes he was in shock that you were standing there with the rest of his family but he was ecstatic about it just the shock was a little much right now.

“I made it,” You told him, smiling. Instantly once the shock had left him Pedri left his teammates' side and brought you into one of the tightest hugs ever and of course you gave it back since you had missed him an awful lot too. You could hear the others around you still talking and everything but you and Pedri were in your own little world. It was just the two of you standing there together, obviously, it wasn’t but it did feel like it. Nobody was interrupting this moment between the both of you knowing that you both needed it so even though they were in the room with you they will leave you alone and have this little catch-up.

Once you had hugged for a while Pedri leaned back slightly and placed a soft kiss upon your lips. Pedri wanted to ask you so many questions like how you were here but he has time for that later right now he just needs to feel your lips against his and that was what he did. You allowed him to dictate the kiss and just decided to follow his lead with it all. Although you did need this a whole lot Pedri seemed to need it all more so you allowed him to decide it all. Even whilst kissing neither of you seemed to care about everyone else around you even though they were mainly his own teammates and family members, people who will joke about all of this. Pedri couldn't care less though he had missed you too much.

“Please don’t leave,” He whispered against your lips.

“I won’t,” You told him and for the time being you were being honest with him. You wouldn’t leave him tonight or tomorrow but at some point, you will have to after all you have your own responsibilities where you live. Someday you and Pedri will live together and you will be with each other most nights and never have to fear not seeing each other for months but that is something in the future.

For the rest of the night, Pedri did not leave your side for a second. When you were with other people he always either held your hand or had his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in close to him and it was comforting for you to know that he was always there. As soon as you got home the two of you just curled up on his bed together cuddling and having some soft kisses whilst watching a movie. Nothing more than that happened between you both though you just wanted the comfort tonight. The comfort of knowing that you were both there together and neither of you wanted to get lost in the lust so right now this was enough.

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