#pedri x black reader

[melanieph321]

Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 2/10

Part 3 will be Pedri's POV which I'm really excited about! 😊

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

Of course Marcella had friends. However,  they were also her biggest rivals, and right now they were winning.

"Thank you Marcella, that's enough." To her friends amusement, Señor Garcia stopped playing the piano, cutting her singing short.

"Is there something wrong, señor?"

"Yes, Marcella. I specifically asked you to perform an original song. This was not it, meaning you've failed this week's assignment."

"But señor...."

Her friends, Beatrice and Olga, giggled behind her back. All three of them were meant to perform this week's assignment in front of their teacher. Marcella however, was the only one to fail.

"I'll be forced to fail you unless you can present an original piece by the end of this week."

"Right" She nodded. With that she was free to leave the auditorium, expected to get back to work on her musical piece whilst Señor Garcia helped Beatrice and Olga perfect theirs.

"...by the end of this week." Marcella said, taunting the voice that was Señor Garcia's. Of course she knew what the week's assignment had been, however, her song wasn't finished yet.

"How am I supposed to finish writing a song that I can't relate to?" She asked no one.

"Lie." Someone yawned.

Marcella screamed.

She had left the auditorium only to return to the abandoned classroom next door, where Señor Garcia stocked all the instruments. There were no lights, except for the string of it shining through a small basment window. She was sitting behind the piano when there was movment on the old sofa in the corner of the room.

"Aghh, please. Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep?"

"Pedri?"

He sat up, letting his cupped hands drop from his ears. He looked fresh from a nap, wearing a black sweater, his dark hair tousled up underneath the hood.

"Mierda, you scared me!" Marcella tried recollecting her exhilarated breath. "What are you doing in here?" The room belonged to the music program and the music program only. The school prioritized football above all other curriculums, with their own private lounges and newly renovated locker rooms. Couldn't Pedri Gonzalez have found a better place to sleep over there?

"The door was open." He shrugged and rubbed his tired eyes before pushing off with his arm to sit up straight. "Let's hear it then."

"Hear what?"

"This unfinished song of yours."

"What?"

"The one that Señor wants you to finish by the end of the week."

"How did you..."

"Thin walls." He smirked.

"Still, you came here to take a nap? In the room right next to the music auditorium."

"Like I said, the door was open."

Marcella stayed put behind the piano, a skeptical look on her face as Pedri made the effort to stand. He was sort of slow in his movements, supporting himself against a wall, like an old man with an aching body.

"Got any snacks?" He asked, walking over to the piano, cranking his neck and snapping his knuckles.

"No." Marcella muttered.

He plotted down beside her. Without invitation, she might add.

"A shame."

"What is?" She turned to look at him, heart fluttering when he smiled at her.

"The fact that you don't have any snacks."

Heat rose to her face, but Marcella was quick to diverge her attention back to the sheet music in front of her. Grabbing them, she said, "If you don't mind. I have a song to write."

"I don't mind." Pedri sat back as if not to disturb.

Marcella turned back to him with a frown on her face. "I meant like, can you leave?"

The line between his eyebrows wrinkled a little. It left Marcella feelig guilty. "I just really need to finish this assignment." She mumbled, in all honesty. Writing a song wasn't easy to begin with, rewriting one also took time. Time that she didn't have.

"Play it for me."

"W..what?"

Pedri said so with such grace. "Play the song for me, perhaps it's not that bad? Maybe it's just señor Garcia who has mistake his wives underwear for his own?"

Marcella chuckled with uncertainty. "What does that mean?"

Pedri mimicked her expression, smiling as he leaned towards her. He whispered, "It means he's up tight....in the ass."

She shook her head, regretting having fueld his ego by laughing at such a cheap joke.

"Now you haven't got all day Marcella. Are you gonna play me the song or not?"

She was hesitant, but only because the way Pedri said her name threw her off. Pressing down on the piano keys, she regained some composure. Marcella didn't look to him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. However, she could see out of the corner of her eye that Pedri observed her causiosully, not saying a word until she'd finished playing.

"Aren't you supposed to sing to it?" His eye traveled to the sheet music where there was lyrics written underneath every measure.

"Like I said, it's not finished." Marcella let her hands rest on her knees.

"No? What's missing?" He suprised her that the conversation between the two was still ongoing, with Pedri sounding genuinely interested.

"Well first of all, I lost about three sheets in the parking lot the other day." And she had plans to make Gavi pay for that. "And overall I don't like the instructions for this assignment."

"Which are."

"Well..." She cleared her throat. "Señor Garcia wants it to be a love song."

"I see." Pedri nodded.

"You do?"

"Sure. You're obviously struggling to write about something you've never experienced before."

"I've obviously felt loved." Marcella corrected, a bit taken aback that he could pin point her struggles so accurately. "I mean my parents love me and my dog..."

"Yes, but that wasn't the assignment, was it?"

Marcella frowned. "What do you know anyway?"

"Like I said, the walls are thin and it's not the first time I've taken a nap in here. I've been hearing señor Garcia go off on you guys for the past few weeks now."

"I know." She groaned. "His ass is really uptight"

Pedri's eyes widened, along with his face that transformed with his bubbly laughter.

"What?" She blushed. "You said it first, not I."

"I know." He laughed. "But it's sounded way better coming out of your mouth." He stared at it, her mouth. And for a second all time stood still. However, Pedri was the first one to break eye contact. "So let's take a look at the lyrics then."

She snorted "What do you know about writing lyrics?"

"I know I'd never rhyme, time, with crime or crazy with lazy, when I'm trying to write a heartfelt love song. And why are you singing in English anyway?" To her suprise, he really looked genuinely displeased, forcing Marcella to come up with a logical answer. "Well I sound better singing in English."

"Bullshit."

Her eyes widened.

"You sang the national anthem in Español, no?"

"Yes, and?"

"And..." His voice lost volume.

"Sorry, what was that?"

He mumbled something under his breath.

"I'm sorry Pedri, I can't really..."

"I said..." He groand, "You sounded beautiful....singing in Spanish."

And for the second time all space and time seized to function. Marcella didn't know what was happening or what it meant, but it made her uncertain of herself in the presence of Pedri. He was tampering with her emotions somehow, making her feel things that she didn't want to feel.

[landitolover]

𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊’𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, in which pedri loves to get on charles’ nerves by flirting with his girlfriend.. ౨ৎ charles x fem!reader

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charles_leclerc SO GORGEOUS MY LOVE

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charles_leclerc get rid of the blue and just wear my red x (or nothing at all)

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pedri my jersey looks amazing on you

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pedri 😍😍😍

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pedri gorgeous girl

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carlossainz55 I don’t like this post

→ charles_leclerc same, I don’t like seeing my girlfriend in other mens teams shirt 😒

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→ charles_leclerc I might just have to

→ carlossainz55 welcome mate 💪

→ yourusername blocked and reported, both of u.

→ charles_leclerc I’m your BOYFRIEND???🤧🤧

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charles_leclerc Such an amazing game! 😃

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user who forced u to go.

user we ❤️ a bf who supports his gfs bffs game x

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user weird way to propose but yes !

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pedri I hope I impressed your girlfriend

→ charles_leclerc blocked and reported

→ charles_leclerc GET OUT MY DAMN COMMENTS YOU SPANIARD

→ charles_leclerc you did NOT IMPRESS HER

→ pedri says the man who dnfs basically every race

→ user OH NAAHHH 😭😭

IMESSAGE GROUP CHAT, “BABYGIRLS’

LILY 💋

how long til charles breaks

PEDRI 🫂

he’s a very hard man to break

YN

you guys are so evil for setting him up

LILY 💋

it’s so funny seeing him fight for his life in the comments though 😭😭

PEDRI 🫂

right

LILY 💋

it’s also funny how you forced him to go to a game

YN

yeah and I’m gonna force pedri to a race

PEDRI 🫂

and watch him dnf? no thanks

LILY 💋

THAT’S CRAZY 😭

ur foul for that pedri

PEDRI 🫂

my bad

my hand slipped on the send button

YN

you’re so MEAN 😭😭

PEDRI 🫂

I’ll go to the race ????

YN

alrighty 😁😁

LILY 💋

pedri in the paddock soo ooo ooon 🗣️🗣️!!!!

You loved “pedri in the paddock soo ooo ooon 🗣️🗣️!!!!”

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yourusername CONGRATULATIONS ON WINNING MY LOVE 🥹🥹❤️❤️ SO PROUD BABY 🤧🤧

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user i 😭 cant 😭 take 😭 it 😭

user hes so gorgeous i might cry

user real tears coming out of mg eyes do not tlakn to me.

user her very rare post of charles 🤧

pedri surprised he didn’t dnf

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→ pedri 😘

→ lilymhe enemies to lovers type shit

→ yourusername “pedri x charles. 10k words. enemies to lovers”

→ charles_leclerc hello what ???? 😭

pedri he’s so fugly

→ charles_leclerc I KNOW YOUR ASS AINT TALKING WIT THOSE SKINNY ASS JEANS BRUH 🤦🤦🤦🤦

→ yourusername ik both of you guys aren’t talking.

lilymhe good job charles 🏆🏆

→ charles_leclerc thank you for not being a hater (unlike other people I know.)

charles_leclerc MA CHÉRIE I LOVE YOU 🫶🏻

→ yourusername I LOVE YOU MORE ❤️

charles_leclerc red is more your color

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pedri congratulations on winning, I guess 🫡

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comments have been limited

yourusername charles said to let him comment 🤧

→ pedri is this post not good enough for him? he’s quite greedy.

yourusername you’re too kind pedri xoxo 💋 —charles

lilymhe ITS HAPPENING, THEYRE GETTING ALONG

→ pedri never

lilymhe awwwwwww!!!!!

IMESSAGE GROUP CHAT, “BF & BFF”

CHA ❤️

pedri

PEDRI 🫂

what.

CHA ❤️

are we like bffs now

PEDRI 🫂

not in a billion years

YN

BRO 😭

please be friends with my bf..

CHA ❤️

i second that

i’m quite lovely

PEDRI 🫂

😒😒

i guess

I’ll still hate on you on insta though

this friendship be between only us.

CHA ❤️

🤓☝️

alright….

YN

omg finally

ur getting along 🤧🤧!!!

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yourusername when the plans actually make it out of the gc …

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pedri never let the plans get out the gc again

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pedri you took that picture without my consent

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lilymhe next time it’ll just be us baby

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charles_leclerc why am i never invited

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charles_leclerc you look so gorgeous, i miss you :(❤️

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IMESSAGE GROUP CHAT, “BABYGIRLS”

LILY 💋

YN

CHARLES’ FANS ARE ON UR ASS RN 😭

PEDRI 🫂

“charles always gets left out 🥺”

that man is 25 he do not care

YN

LMFAOO

right 😭

like I love him but some of his “fans” are so …

LILY 💋

Fr they’re dramatic sometimes

u hangout with him too much = ur a clingy girlfriend

u don’t hangout with him as much = ur a bad girlfriend

YN

NO LITERALLY

these bitches r never happy with what i do

like its MY relationship ??? 😭

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pedri she’s giggling over this post

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౨ৎ hi guys… yet another reupload from my old blog… (BOOOOO 🙄🙄) i hope u guys enjoyed nonetheless :) i will HOPEFULLY be working on part two of ‘say don’t go’ 🤓🤓

taglist @moneygramhaas @kortneej81 @leclercsluv @landovilla !

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Can you pleasee do where the reader (his gf) and Balde are doing matching outfits a week long and they're posting it on social media (basically soft launching) and fans go crazy about it then at the end of the week one big hard launch😌🫶

Yourusername added to their story

Story Caption: When I'm with you

I fall deeper in love

Swingin'

This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of

💕💕

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2 weeks later……

Alejandrobalde added to their story

Story Caption: 🙈❤️

Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde The Pack🐺🖤

fan1 Boy, you know nobody gaf about Vegas💀 🤦‍♀️Who was that in your story!?!?😝

fan2 Right!! He’s acting like I didn’t have a heart attack when I saw it😭😭

Ronaldaraujo_4 Always a great time with these guys

Alejandrobalde Always🖤

Pablogavi Thanks for the invite❤️

Ronaldaraujo_4 You can’t even drink, aren’t you like 12?

fan3 I wish I could be friends with the Barca boys! They seem so fun 🥲

fan4 They do!

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Ansufati sent you a message on Instagram

Ansufati What’s all this undercover stuff for. We’re not detectives

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😌

Ansufati Ok but we all know who this is

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😒

Ansufati🫣

Alejandrobalde posted on his story

Story Caption: 🥰

Ansufati Jesus, you too

Alejandrobalde …….

Ansufati Private not a secret🙄

Y’all cute though. Always matching 🙈

Wish I could see your faces.

Together.

In one photo.

Alejandrobalde💀

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Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde 1 year down, infinite more to go

Pedri woah! me and who?😹

fan4 HARD LAUNCH TIME !!!🚀

fan1 1 year! Like a whole year? Where have I been

fan2 Must’ve been around the time since that Paris trip last year, that’s when she first posted him

Ansufati You mean she posted the back of his head🙄

fan1 OmG?😭

Joaofelix79 Young love 🥹🥰❤️

Lamineyamal Who invited gramps?

fan5 love this for them

Yourusername NOOO! You beat me to it😭🫶🏾

Alejandrobalde Couldn’t hold my love in any longer 😅❤️

Lamineyamal I’m going to throw up

[barcaracing]

you’re wearing his kit | pg8

summary: pedri and y/n go public with their relationship and it doesn't take long before the media digs up her past with another barcelona player whose name happens to be on the back of her kit in one photo

pairing: pedri x reader ft. platonic!gavi

warnings: angst, a bit of fluff first

a/n: what's uppppp!! i'm back from the dead to say that i've been obsessed with pedri lately, so here's me contributing to a better society. enjoy! and to anyone who's also in the middle of exams, good luck soldier <3

*******

"This is scary." Pedri shoots you a sideways glance. You nod, not daring to take your eyes off the phone in front of you even though the screen is still black. You sit in silence for another five minutes before footsteps come banging down the stairs. They halt abruptly at the doorway, then shuffle into the living room.

"Guys?" Fer stops behind the couch.

You hum at the same time that Pedri grunts. Like a caveman. You shoot him a funny look that goes unnoticed as his eyes remain glued to the coffee table.

Fer's head pops in between the two of you. "Not to interrupt...whatever you're doing, but why are you staring at my phone? It's not even turned on."

Pedri's head snaps to his brother. "What?"

You sit up and look at him as well. "What do you mean it's not turned on?"

Fer reaches over to grab his phone, clicking the side button several times. "It's dead. I need to charge it."

Feeling like someone just poked a hole into your chest, you deflate against the back of the couch, your head falling onto Pedri's shoulder with a breathy laughter. "So we've been staring at nothing the last 20 minutes?" You ask and Fer snorts, flinging himself into the single armchair on your left to look for a charger.

"Yes," he says, plucking the cable into his phone. "You weirdos."

Pedri's shoulder shakes with laughter. He runs a hand through his hair and lets his arm fall behind your back to pull you further into his side. "This is already getting over our heads."

"You think so?" You deadpan and let out a giggle when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"Maybe we should just cut off all electronics for the next couple of days," Pedri mumbles into your skin and you have a feeling he's just thinking out loud. "It's only been half an hour and I'm so stressed, I thought I was going to lose all my hair."

Mortified, you look up and give his hair an experimental tug. You tug once more, but Pedri quickly wraps his hand your wrist and kisses your pulse, making you narrow your eyes at him. "Don't you dare go bald on me right after we announced to the world that we're dating. It'd look bad on me if I left you because of your shiny scalp."

Pedri moves back and raises his brows at you. "You would break up with me if I lost my hair?"

"Yes," you say without an ounce of shame. Fer lets out a snort.

"Why?" Pedri sputters. "I'd still look the same. My face wouldn't change. Honestly, I could look great bald."

You scoff although the corners of your mouth tug up. "Are you telling me you want to go bald?"

Pedri falters for a split second, but he nods. "To prove a point? Of course."

You regard him for a moment, searching his eyes for any signs that he will back down. You're not surprised to find none. He never backs down. Finally, you shrug. "Fine."

Fer perks up. "Wait, what?"

Pedri is still looking at you with absolute confidence, his gaze flickering between your eyes. A sly smirk slowly sweeps over his lips. "You sure about that, princesa?" He moves closer until you can feel his breath on your face and his voice drops. "I know how much you love holding onto it when you're—"

A pillow hits the side of his head.

"Okay!" says Fer loudly, flinging his arms around as if to swat away the rising tension. Pedri has the audacity to laugh after taking one glance at your flustered face. You smack his face with the pillow before tossing it back at his brother. He only laughs harder.

"Gross. Actually vile," Fer mumbles, glaring at the two of you before resuming to his phone. He freezes and his thumb hovers over his screen, mid-scroll.

"What's wrong?" Pedri asks, concern pushing off the laughter in his voice. "Fer?"

"I—" His brother looks up, gaze flickering to you before his fingers rapidly fly across the keyboard of his phone. Your spine straightens.

"Fer?" You can't help but sound alarmed as well. He keeps muttering to himself and the only thing you can make out are 'can't be' and 'she wouldn't.' You really need to know what's going on.

Pedri slides forward, hand settling on your knee before he kicks Fer lightly in the leg. "Hermano, what's wrong?"

You watch in high anticipation as his eyes scan the screen and it takes everything in you not to urge him to just say it. Are people saying horrible stuff online? Was it a bad idea to go public? If this is a mistake, there's no going back. You feel your heart pounding against your ribcage and Pedri notices because, of course, he does. He squeezes your leg and you send him a small smile.

His warm gaze calms you but there's wariness pulling at his eyes, so you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder. His smile grows and he pecks your cheek before looking back over to his brother, about to speak only to be cut off by the familiar ringtone slicing through the thick tension of the room. The volume makes you jump and you move to stand up, but Pedri swiftly kisses to the top of your head, telling you that he'll get it before hauling himself over the back of the couch to answer the call.

You know that both of you turned off all notifications before you made the post on Instagram, only allowing calls from close friends and family to come through.

"Gavi?" Pedri's voice drifts from the kitchen and Fer inhales sharply. You furrow your brows. His eyes find yours and you want to ask him what’s wrong, but his face is carefully devoid of emotions. His gaze feels accusatory and it honestly freaks you out.

"Fer?" You say cautiously, fingers fiddling in your lap. "What happened?"

Before he could reply, Pedri reenters the room. His voice rises as he responds to the person on the other end. He ignores your questioning look and stops in front of his brother, jabbing out his hand impatiently. Fer immediately drops his phone into his palm and your confusion multiplies as you watch your boyfriend's eyebrows draw together, chest rising. Gavi's voice can be heard faintly through the phone that is still pressed to his ear and you only realise now that it's yours. You forgot you have the same ringtone.

"Mhm," says Pedri absently while scrolling through Fer's phone, "okay, yeah." You get the impression that he's not paying attention to whatever Pablo is saying and now you're pissed because you're pretty sure you're going to die of curiosity or old age before anyone even bothers to tell you what's going on.

"I can see it—" Pedri snaps and instantly stops himself. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, his knuckles loosening around Fer's phone. "I know it's not…can you just—" He lets out a shaky breath and you can see him forcing the tension out of his shoulders.

"Look, I really don't want to hear your voice right now. So just- It's fine. No, it's fine. I know…yeah, bye," Pedri mumbles halfheartedly before tossing your phone onto your lap without sparing you much of a glance. You look down at your lock screen of Pedri and you sharing a cone of ice cream at the beach before the screen fades into black and your reflection stares back at you.

You look up at your boyfriend whose eyes are fixed on a spot on the armchair Fer is sitting on. Slowly, you stand up and step forward, hand reaching out to find Pedri's. Your fingertips grace his and that seems to shake him out of his thoughts. He moves his hand back and finally looks at you.

"Pedri?" Your voice is soft, mostly because you're afraid that speaking any louder might push him away. He looks so fragile right now. "Please tell me what's going on."

Without a word, he hands you Fer's phone. Letting your eyes linger on him a moment longer, you shift your gaze to the bold headline taking up half of the screen.

Scandal rocks FC Barcelona as New Girlfriend of Star Player Caught in Love Triangle! Shocking Photos Show Her Wearing Another Player's Kit at Games Before Going Public with Pedri!

"What?" Your eyes widen. The phone nearly slips out of your hands as you hastily scroll through the rest of the article, searching for the photos. You didn't, you thought. You would never! The photos are at the very bottom of the page and every second is absolute torture, but once the images load, your breath stutters. "What the hell?"

"Yeah," Fer scoffs and your head snaps up so fast, your neck twinges. "What the hell, Y/N?"

You make to speak but your gaze sweeps over your boyfriend who is simmering with resentment and sadness. You want to reach out, touch him, but you can tell it's gradually bleeding into anger. He's never been mad with you before. The only times you've seen him lose his temper was on the pitch. It doesn't take much to see that he's trying his absolute best to compose himself. You take a deep breath and muster a levelled gaze at his brother. "Fer, can you please give us a moment?"

"What?” He frowns. "No. Y/N, what were you thinking—"

"Out."

Fer’s mouth snaps shut as Pedri's voice cuts through the room.

"What?"

"Get out," Pedri grits through his teeth. Fer looks between you two before shaking his head with a sigh. He plucks his phone out of your hands and casts one last look at you. Once the door on the floor above clicks shut, you step in front of Pedri.

"I can explain."

He scoffs, eyes burning into yours for a brief second. Then, he's across the room as if he can't bear the thought of you near him. It stings. He keeps shaking his head and if you were in any other situation, you would've found it amusing how similar he was to his brother.

"Can you—" You watch him pace around, your patience dwindling. He keeps moving, looking anywhere but you, and it's driving you insane. Your chest tightens as you feel him work himself up, the situation slipping further and further from your fingers. "Pedro, can you just stop for one goddamn moment and let me explain."

Huffing, he finally comes to a halt on the other side of the coffee table and meets your eye. For an odd second, you feel thankful that the flimsy piece of furniture is separating you. As if it could do anything while the predator is flashing his bloody fangs. "Fine. Go on. What's the great explanation to this? Were you two dating and you just never thought to tell me?" Pedri bites out, speaking over you like you never even opened your mouth. "It's all too well then. I've found out with the rest of the world, didn't I? You know how much I love surprises. I'm flattered, really."

The sarcasm dripping off his words burn like acid and no matter how much you're shaking your head and trying to cut him off, he's not stopping until he draws blood. You know it's to match his own wound, but it doesn't make it any less painful.

"Gavi called you. Not me, his team mate and best friend. You. That's enough of an explanation, so I guess it's just all about the details now. Were you fucking Gavi before you got bored and decided I would have to do? Enlighten me, please."

Your mind is collapsing, failing to register the blunt ends of Pedri's words piercing through your skin. Tears burn in your eyes, but you are not going to cry. You won't. Not because of this.

"Where is this coming from?" You hate how hollow your voice sounds.

Pedri blinks at you. "You're not really asking me that. Do you think I don't know about the rumours? You and Gavi? How you liked him before we got together. Why it didn't work out between you, I have no idea because Gavi liked you too, you know. We used to listen to him talk about you in the dressing room before he finally introduced you to us as just his friend. And I made sure you were nothing else to him before I asked you out because he's my best friend and I didn't want to ruin anything."

"You didn't," you say, frowning. "We were never together. I've told you this before. Pablo was never my boyfriend. Nothing ever happened.”

Pedri shakes his head. "That doesn't change the fact that you had feelings for him and probably still do. You wanted to keep us a secret for months and now I see you having no problems wearing his name on your back, showing it off to the entire world before I even got to see you in my kit. My own girlfriend. Do you know how stupid I feel?"

You're not sure how it happened but Pedri is standing before you now, eyes shining bright with so much hurt. You know he won't back down. He never does. Struggling to breath, you take a step back. Your voice is thick when you speak. "This isn't fair."

"No," Pedri says, bitterly, stepping back as well. "It isn't." He exhales and looks to the side, eyebrows still drawn together. "I think you should go."

You stare at him. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly nod. Fine. Sure. Whatever he wants. Who cares what you want. You feel so tired. Without a word, you grab your phone and head out the front door, letting it slam behind you.

Three days later, a girl slips Pedri her phone number and he tucks it into his pocket. The video goes viral and your phone doesn’t stop going off, so you turn it off completely. After all, the only person you actually wanted to talk to still hasn’t called.

A week later, Pedri is flying to Madrid to train with the national team and the only reason you know about it is the red circle glaring at you on your kitchen calendar. How did it all fall apart so fast?

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i have no idea what happens next or if anyone’s interested in reading a second part but if u are, let me know how you’d want this to be resolved and end bc pedri said some mean stuff here and we don’t know what the reader did or didn’t do and i honestly just never plan these things lmao stay hydrated x

[julianalvarez9]

sundays are for lunch at the messi's / pedri

requests: podrías escribir otro de pedri x reader argentina? el otro me encanto 😭😭😭 & pedri and childhood best friend reader??? 🫶🏽😭

pairing: (argentinian) messi!reader x pedri (childhood friends to lovers)

author's note: the ages don't make sense but I DON'T CARE THIS IS FICTION.

summary: pedri and you had been friends for the longest time, so you don't need to introduce him to your parents, they already know him. but there's a slight change of titles that they're not aware of, and you need to face.

wc: 2k words.

you've lived in barcelona your whole life.

you're accustomed to it all: the good and the bad. the recognition on their faces when your last name is heard, the little gasps and whispers that came with it. you never liked it, of course, but there's nothing you could do about it. you're aware that anyone that has ever come close to you always wants something. when you're 15, and all you want to do is be normal, be like the other girls, it's hard. but there's one person who never saw you as anything else than just a little girl, sometimes too shy for her own good, but who was always down to play with him if it involved football.

pedri has been by your side ever since your father brought you to ciutat esportiva one time as a kid. you were meant to just stay in the bench, "total es un rato, sí?" (it's just for a bit, yeah?), your father had promised, but being 9 years old, your legs can carry you anywhere you set your eyes to, especially when you’re bored. and, being the daughter of a football star, it’s only right for you to be drawn to a ball. you don't even see the kid with big, brown eyes and black hair at first: the owner, for sure.

"¿quieres jugar?" (do you want to play?) the kid, who looks just a bit older than you due to him being just a bit taller, kindly asks, and you only nod your head in affirmation. he passes the ball to you softly, not wanting to be too rough, and you surprise him greatly by passing it back to him in a smooth movement. “¿cómo te llamas?” (what's your name?) he questions, and you only reply with your name before asking for his.

not long after, your father comes looking for you. “creo que alguien te está buscando” (i think someone’s looking for you) pedri says, tilting his head to where your father is, although he doesn’t recognize him at first. leo’s smiling, like he always is, and you wave pedro goodbye before running towards your dad. your little friends sees the last name printed over your back, but he doesn't think anything of it. he has "messi 10" printed over his too.

“¿te estabas divirtiendo?” (were you having fun?) your father asks once you get to him, and he helps you put on the jacket that is, still, to big for you, but needed to provide the warmth the chill air had deprived from your little figure. your cheeks are blushed pink when you nod, but you hope he only thinks it's because of the cold.

but something had changed in all these years.

now you're holding his hand, hard, while he tries to drive you to your parents house. it isn't too far from where you're currently living, but if anything, that makes it worse when you're holding on to him for dear life, your nerves getting the best of you. it's not like they didn't know pedri. but that was the issue: your father knows him as his teammate, one of the promising youngsters raised in la masía just like he was once. the little kid who was kicking the ball with you that one time you had run away from his watch. not as his daughter's boyfriend.

"bonita, si esto te está poniendo mal…" (pretty girl, if this is making you this anxious…) he's the first one to talk when the traffic light goes red. his dark -but still warm- brown eyes are set on you, lovingly, while his thumb strokes your hand up and down in a calming gesture. you know he's trying to reassure you, and he'd be happy just to drop you off if you're not comfortable with the idea of presenting him as your partner, but you know it's not that.

"no, no. está bien. solo estoy un poco nerviosa" (no, no. it's okay. just a little bit nervous) you get to say, before pressing a soft kiss in the back of his hand that has him smiling widely. the light turns green again and he has to focus his eyes on the road once more, but not before trying to lighten up the mood. "ya me conocen" (they know me already) he jokes, and he's not wrong. except, there has been a slight change in the titles that your parents aren't quite aware as of yet.

"sí, como pedri, número 8 del barça. no como pedro, novio de su hija" (yeah, as pedri, barça's number 8. not as pedro, their daughter's boyfriend). he gulped, realization dawning on his face at understanding why you were as fidgety as you were: meeting your girlfriend's parents is a huge step in a relationship -not that he would have experienced it before, giving that you were his first-, but even more considering who your parents were. you would have laughed at him, if it wasn't because the nerves were engulfing you whole too. "bueno, si lo pones así…" (well, if you put it like that…).

sooner rather than later, you two arrived to your destination, and even if you wanted to stay in the car just for a bit longer, to feel a bit more prepared, your brothers had already heard the sound of the car and jumped straight out of the house to find you. they were a little surprised when pedri stepped out of the car after you, but given that they were avid barcelona fans due to your dad, they were the good kind of surprised: almost starstruck, which made you laugh.

the noise outside eventually drew your mother out, too, and antonela smiled widely at seeing that there would be one more person joining them. she genuinely loved organizing parties or family events, so the more, the better in her opinion. "¡que sorpresa, pedri!" (what a surprise, pedri!) she said, clapping excitedly. your boyfriend straightened again, after squatting down to talk to your brothers more closely. "bienvenido, pasá, hay lugar para todos" (welcome, come in, there’s room for everyone) she encouraged, and you both got closer to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, before the six of you went inside.

it doesn't come as a surprise to you that everyone is pleased with his arrival. it's almost like you're erased to a second place, and you're happy with it, never one to thrive in the spotlight. pedri, on the other hand, loves it. loves to chat happily with your mom when she asks him about how training has been, loves to follow your three little brothers when they beg him to play some football with him. your father is in the backyard, so occupied with grilling the meat -as he did every sunday, maintaining the ritual of making asado even if he was miles away from his dear argentina- that he doesn't think any of the noise.

"así que vos y él…" (so you and him…) your mother inquires once it's just you and her, and just a nod from your part does it for her. antonela has been your relationship's number one supporter even before you two realized you liked each other. she just knew, as she puts it. "te mira como me mira tu papá" (he looks at you just like your dad looks at me) she had gushed one day, and you could never brush the comment of your mind ever since. two weeks later, pedri actually confessed his feelings for you after scoring an important goal for the team, saying "fue para tí. cada uno de mis goles, siempre fueron para tí” (it was for you. every one of my goals, they always were for you).

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this was something you didn’t consider could be a problem before: your dad knew him. he was used to seeing you two together often, as you were the closest friends before starting to date officially. pedri being invited by you to a family lunch wasn’t that weird, even if it hadn’t happened before -and that should be enough indication that something had changed-. but apparently, not for leo messi, who remained clueless.

the lunch goes smoothly: you two are laughing with your parents, and everyone seems to be having fun. sometimes his hands find your leg in a reassuring way, or your hands find his to calm his nerves a little, but it's all under the table: no one sees. at least, when they're all seated at the table. but soon enough, your two little brothers, mateo and ciro, grow impatient, and they leave the table to go play football. that's when they see.

"¿por qué pedri y vos están agarrados de la mano como papá y mamá?" (why are pedri and you holding hands like mom and dad do?) ciro asks, and mateo, who is normally the mischievous one, holds his hand against his mouth, like trying to keep the secret from spilling out his lips, even though it's too late.

antonela only grins, but since she already knew from before, she whips her head to see her husband's reaction. you do something similar, switching your focus to pedro, who instead has his face drained from color, blood clearly gone to his legs in case he needs to run for his life, kind of a fight-flight reaction. and even before thinking about it consciously, he knows he's not fighting lionel messi. no matter how much he loves you.

"¿por qué todos me miran a mí?" (why are you all looking at me?) your father frowns, and he genuinely looks dumbfounded. you don't want to say you're expecting him to lift from his chair and grab him by the neck, because he's not like that, and above all, he knows pedro is a good guy, but still, his reaction takes you by surprise. even more than his following words. "ya sabía!" (i already knew!).

now it's your turn to have the blood drained from your face, not having expected this answer from him. how did he know already? you were careful of not being pictured with him alone, deciding it was best to spend the day at your house, or at his, to avoid any pictures from leaking. you didn't even hang out outside if there weren't some of your mutual friends with you, to avoid suspicions. you knew pedri drawn attention, even more so now that he was a permanent feature in the starting eleven, but you two figured that it wouldn't exactly help that your last name was messi.

"¿qué significa que ya sabías?" (what does it mean that you already knew?)

he laughs, clearly amused with your reaction, and then begins to explain. "bueno, para empezar, no es como que gavi sea precisamente callado al hablar" (well, for starters, it's not like gavi's the most quiet guy to talk) he says, and pedri, by your side, laughs. gavi was one of the few that knew about you two -if not, the only one- and pedri curses him for being so careless. "que cabrón" (what an idiot) he mutters under his breath, and you turn to smile at him, which he reciprocates. "y después, vos, pedri" (and then, you, pedri) leo begins again, and it has your boyfriend's eyes diverting from you, once again. "no es como si no viera que cada vez que hacés un gol, apuntas al palco de mí familia" (it's not like i don't see that every time you score, you point at my family's box).

"¿y no te molesta?" (and you're not bothered?) you ask, but this time you're afraid of the answer. it's not like he can forbid you from dating pedro, or to date in the first place, but still, you care because it's your father. and it's his teammate.

"para nada. lo supe desde que te escapaste para jugar a la pelota con él" (not at all. i knew it since you ran away to play football with him) he says, and you try to hide your burning cheeks from everyone's eyes with your hands, but it's no use.

"sabía que te habías enamorado de mí ese día!" (knew you had fallen in love with me that day!) pedri quips, and you hit his arm jokingly, too embarrassed to admit that, yeah, little 9 years old y/n messi had fallen in love with pedro gonzalez at first sight.

[iaeriy]

midnight (gavi x reader)

warnings- spanish speaking, smut & cussing

a/n- sorry for not posting! ive been distracted & depressed lately but, i had thought of this since i had seen gavi in a hoodie. but i’ll be posting a pedri fanfic maybe later on today or tomorrow, but enjoy! :”)

“hermosaa..” gavi whispered into your ear as his warm body pressed against yours, you grunted shuffling a bit on the bed. his eyes were barely opened as his movements caused you to move around as well. you kept quiet thinking he’d fall asleep, he rubbed his eyes as he looked at you at your body.

the blanket was covering your legs, your nipples almsot exposed due to the cold air filling the room, your messy hair, his shirt lifted to your stomach.

the boy gulped swallowing nervously as you felt a hand trace your stomach, you whined as you felt his cold touch against your stomach, “déjame dormir..” (let me sleep..) you said whispering as you turned around, your back now facing the poor boy.

he held your waist as he pushed you gently against his chest, as you felt his boner poke your asscheek, “go back to sleep..” you said as he started to grind himself against your pussy while nibbling on your neck, “please.. i want you..” he whispered into your ear rubbing your ass.

“it’s 2am.. i’m sleepy..” you said whimpering as you knew he was excited and he wouldn’t stop unless you gave him what he wanted, the bump was slowly growing as he kept up with his movements, “por favor.. te haré sentir bien..” he whispered as you felt goosebumps forming around your skin, he began to rub onto your nipples, pinching them and groping your tits as you moaned. “fine.. okay.” you said whispering as you gave in, you sat up as you straddled his straddled his waist, pushing your ass against his clothed boner.

he looked at your chest as you lifted his chin, “what is that little dumb brain thinking right now.. hmm?” you said as you started to trace your fingers to the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side, you looked down at his eyes as they were widened. you pressed your lips against his as he smiled syncing his lips against yours.

he held onto your ass as you continued to kiss him, his hands roaming around your torso to your chest as he groped onto your tit, you mewled into his mouth as you began to grind your hips against his crotch, feeling yourself get soaked underneath. he pushed himself up as you felt his crotch hit your clit, you moaned in between the kiss.

gavi sat up as he started to trace kisses down your jaw, biting and sucking on your skin as you let out cries of pleasure, you slid your hands under his hoodie as you placed your hands on the hem of his hoodie, lifting it over his head as he held your back before making his way to kissing you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he bit down on your lip as you whimpered into his mouth before you slid your tongue into his mouth.

the two of you proceeded to kiss as he moved you down, placing you underneath while he towered over you, you slid your hands inside his black sweats palming and poking on his boner, he groaned in between the kiss as he moved his lips down to your neck, sucking and licking on it as he left his love marks. you breath started to hitch and started to become heavy as he found your sensitive spot, you ran your fingers down his back before moving your other hand off his boxers before he pulled away, chuckling at your breathing and the marks he left on you. “joder.. eres tan jodidamente hermosa bajo mis marcas..” (fuck.. you look so fucking gorgeous under my marks..) he said as he smacked your breast, you whined out loud feeling the stinging on your boob as it left a mark before he kissed your cheek before pulling off your panties down, “dios mío.. todo mojada para mí y ni siquiera te he tocado..” (my god.. all wet for me & i haven’t even touched you..) he said chuckling as you blushed feeling embarrassed until you felt him rub your folds, spreading your wetness around.

you arched your back as he continued to rub your clit in a pace that had you moaning underneath his touch, you pulled his sweats and boxers down as you watched his cock spring out, you began to stroke him slowly as his finger slipped inside of you. both moans escaping from your lips as the two of you looked at each other, holding eye contact as he added his finger middle finger inside your throbbing cunt. “fuck you’re so gorgeous..” he said as he leaned in kissing you, the two of you kissed while pleasureable moans & groans escaped from the two of you.

-

the two of you were fully naked as he towered ontop of you again, “i’ll be gentle.. okay?” you nodded your head hoping he actually meant it, usually he loses control and the two of you have sex like crazy due to how he’s obsessed with you. he held your thighs wrapping your legs around his waist before leaning in closer as he pushed himself inside of you. you arched your back feeling butterflies on your stomach as he began to thrust slowly into you. “te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor..” (you feel so good around me..) he said whispering against your ear as he groaned feeling you tighten around him.

you moaned at his thrusts, as each movement drove you crazy. he looked down at you as you looked at him, his pink cheeks even the small sweat on his forehead. you cupped his cheeks as you kissed him, muffling your moans when he started to thrust quickly into you. “mmmh.. you’re so..good at.. th-this bebé..” you said in between the kiss as he smirked before he found a spot you never knew about until now. you moaned loudly scratching his back as he groaned into your mouth, he was thrusting into you quickly hitting that same spot over and over again, your vision started to form black spots around.

both of you pulled away from each others lips, breathlessly from the kiss as he continued to pump himself in and out of you, you were enjoying every inch of his dick taking you in and out as you kept moaning uncontrollably as he held onto your hips thrusting harder, which made you gasp and making gavi stop, “que pasó?” (what’s wrong?) he said looking at you as you whined, “m-muévete de nuevo.. se siente muy bien..” (move again.. it feels so good..) you said as he thrusted harder again, you moaned loudly as he found your g-spot hitting it over & over again, gavi groaned loudly as he hasn’t felt this since. you never liked him going a little rough on you but this time, it didn’t matter.

he continued to thrust up into you as he held onto your breasts, you felt your climax coming as he leaned closer resting his forehead ontop of urs before he pushed himself deeper into you, you moaned louder as you arched your back before he kissed you again muffling your moans for the second time. he lifted your legs resting them on top of his shoulders before thrusting quicker than he was against you.

“i’m.. c-close..” you said between your moans as he looked at you nodding his head before starting to toy with your clit, you cried out in pleasure as you spasm all over his dick triggering him to cum inside of you. you looked at him breathing heavily as he collapsed on you, “that was.. worth.. the night..” he said panting as you giggled between your breathing playing with his hair as the room was filled with heatness and heavy breathing.

after the two of you calmed down, you were wrapped under gavis arm. “thank you for tonight hermosa..” he said kissing your forehead as you smiled before he wrapped the both of you in the blanket as the two of you fell asleep.

[pavardscherie]

fluff with pedri?? maybe dad pedri at camp nou?? 🤷‍♀️🙈

pairing pedri x f! reader

summary: you visit camp nou with your two year old son and pedri shows him how to own the pitch.

izzy‘s non-sense talk: okay, this killed me. have my child, please. i can only imagine him being such a great dad. hope you like it! and thank you for the request!

when the culers bought their tickets to the game, they expected a win from the team, they loved so dearly. what they did not plan on, was seeing a fan favorite midfielder in his most vulnerable state. on the pitch, when the minutes ticked away, pedri owned the game. dribbling out the enemies, finding the loopholes and adding assist after assist to his record.

the clear win spread happiness through camp nou, the individual players celebrated with the culers, clapping and singing the hymns they created. while most of them were occupied by the non-stopping cheering, pedri snuck away from the team to greet his two year old son, paulo. it was the first visit to camp nou, the little boy would remember. after all, he was a weekly guest when he was only a couple of months old.

pedri always tried his best to keep paulo‘s face out of the media, and hidden from the annoying photographers. this time, it was very different. the little hand disappeared in pedri‘s calloused palm, leading the two year old towards the empty goal. a football in his free hand, the midfielder wanted to show off the brilliance of his son to the culers and his mates.

paulo tried to hide himself behind his father‘s leg, the large crowds much scarier when standing in front of them than being in the middle of it. and as if the scene was planned and prepared, a couple of left over teammates started to shush the culers with their hands to allow paulo a perfect, and fearless first appearance in front of the crowds.

lewandowski has done it with his kids, showing them to the world with a proud smile plastered on his face while celebrating another win, another two goals he scored with them. but pedri has always been more protective with his son, always trying to keep foreign people far away from him.

pedri saw how much paulo imitated his father at home, trying to dribble the ball with his little feet, and outplaying you in the living room. and this time, the midfielder wanted to give his son the real chance to feel the cheering of the fans, the loud clapping and the hymn echoing through the stadium.

sharing smiles with his teammates, pedri led the little boy towards the white point in front of the goal. shooting a penalty was easier with no goalkeeper, but ter stegen immediately took his place in front of the net with a wide smile. obviously, he would not catch the ball, no matter how easy it would be.

crouching down beside his son, he whispered little hints about the goalkeeper‘s habit‘s into his ear, earning an understanding nod from paulo. „do it like pepi.“ you shouted from the sideline, clapping your hands together for your little everything. a small exemplar of pedro, the hair as black as charcoal, the sun-kissed tan a mixture of you and him. dressed in his own little jersey with ‚gonzalez‘ written on the back, paulo took a couple of steps back and showed ter stegen his tongue with a smile.

a signature gesture, a celebration gesture his father once made before pedri potter was born. truly exactly like the proud father, dressed in the barcelona kit with the number eight on the back, who stood beside his son with a wide smile. pride glistened in the curve of his mouth, and even tears gathered on his waterline, seeing the grown up little guy with his two years. paulo was everything pedro wanted after meeting you, and falling deeply and madly in love.

running forward, paulo kicked the ball with all his strength, watching with big, brown eyes and expectation. the ball jumped once, jumped twice, and ter stegen fell in the right direction but way too slowly and it rolled over the line. paulo could not believe what was happening, raising his hands in the air and running straight to his father, who watched proudly.

behind ter stegen, the culers cheered loudly, shouting pedris name but clapping for paulo‘s goal. the midfielder reached out for his son, picking him up in his arms with a wide smile. „did you see? i scored a goal just like you do!“ paulo boomed with happiness, giggling between the words.

„yes, yes, you did.“ pedri encouraged the little boy in his arms, his own world, he held tightly. „you just did it much better than pepi ever could.“

from the sidelines, you had your palms pressed to one another, the side of your fingers against your lips. pedri has been a good father before paulo was even born. always so caring, always so loving towards you and the growing belly. it was more than you could have imagined the night, you met the midfielder and engaged in a conversation.

the man you loved, who pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of paulo‘s hair. the little boy that looked exactly like his father, and would grow into such a great person as well. it was perfect.

[pedrithink]

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opposites attract - kylian mbappé

where there is golden retriever! kylian and his black cat girlfriend.

it girl - kylian mbappé

kylian is dating the gen’s it girl and can't help but be a simp for her.

unknown - kylian mbappé

kylian dates a person outside the media and fans find out about her.

love to hate me - kylian mbappé

kylian dates messi's eldest daughter and the media always talks that messi doesn't like him, they really don’t know the truth.

liverpool fan - jude bellingham

jude bellingham got a liverpool fan girlfriend and fans go crazy.

couple goals - kylian mbappé

you and kylian being the best celebrity couple ever.

break up - kylian mbappé

the media spreads that you and kylian broke up.

the sister of my best friend - jude bellingham

request: can you do an instagram au where the reader is trent's sister and soft launches her relationship with jude?

celebrity - pedri gonzález

request: hey, love your works a lot❣️ could you maybe do a social media fic where news report that pedri is dating this very famous celebrity and everyone is like :00 how?? but also WOW!! ;;; tyyy <;33

traitor - kylian mbappé

your boyfriend cheated on you, but you know someone much better.

secret - pedri gonzález

everyone thinks you and gavi are dating, but you have eyes for someone else.

mother’s day - kylian mbappé

celebrating your first mother's day.

my home - jude bellingham

jude and his low profile girlfriend.

london boy - jude bellingham

david beckham! daughter

you and i - jude bellingham

request: maybe you could do Jude and his girlfriend through different stages of their relationship

we find love - jude bellingham

request: can i request a jude x reader smau where the reader was jude's childhood bst, but they lost contact when they were younger (maybe around 10/11) bcos the reader had to move countries? then in one of jude's recent interviews, he talks about her and how he used to support him a lot but he doesn't know where she is and his fans find her for him

friends into strangers - jude bellingham

friends into strangers.

the other woman - mason mount

you will be always the other woman to some fans, but for mason you are the only one.

lost in paradise - jude bellingham

everyone thinks that you and jude have broken up.

surprise - jude bellingham

request: hi can you do where jude's camera pictures get leaked and everyone knows who his gf is.

private - jude bellingham

jude being a fool for you and you not giving a “damn” about him. reader! trent’s best friend.

no pics - jude bellingham

fans notice that you don't post many pictures showing your face.

birthday - jude bellingham

posts for jude’s birthday through the years.

changes - mason mount

mason joined manchester united and with all this hate, fans think that you should break up with him.

hate to love me - jude bellingham

request: gf that gets hated on for being jude’s gf and he defends her

one shots

i don’t feel alright - kylian mbappé

you went for the first time with kylian to a party, but you didn’t expect to see his ex-girlfriend.

“no makeup makeup” test - kylian mbappé

you do the "no makeup makeup" test with kylian and get an unexpected reaction.

icks - pedri gonzález

you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

thirst tweets - kylian mbappé

kylian and you sit down to read the thirstiest tweets.

forgetfulness - pedri gonzález

pedri forgot your birthday.

10 times - kylian mbappé

the ten times kylian realized he loves you.

marry you - kylian mbappé

kylian proposes to you, he won the world cup and you in the same night.

pain - kylian mbappé

kylian feels insecure with everything people say about him and you remind him of who he really is.

understand - jude bellingham

you and jude have had a disagreement during vacation, but you always know how to solve your problems in the best possible way.

mini series

love is not easy - kylian mbappé

everything seems more difficult when you are the shadow of your older sister and Kylian and her are in love with each other. part 2 / part 3

prenuptial - kylian mbappé

you and kylian are getting married and the subject of the prenuptial agreement comes into play, but kylian is not so sure about this. part 2

[pablitogavii]

Friendly

Summary: You're Gavi's best childhood friend and you go tot he club with him and some of his friends. He made it clear that you are just his friend, but when he sees the attention you start receiving from everyone..his mind changes ;)

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: smutty ;))

"Ready, pecas?" Pablo was always using that nickname, since we were little niños, because he was always so intrigued by the freckles decorating the bridge of my nose to my cheeks. Anyways, he came to pick me up with his car and we were going out to a newly opened bar in town with a group of his friends.

"Mhm! Vale!" I got in and he certainly checked out my quite short black shorts and a crop top that showed my flat stomach. I always wondered weather he found me attractive but I gave up when I heard him say to his friends when they asked if I was his girl "Imposible! She is like mi hermanita tíos!" which always ruined my mood when I thought about it!

When we arrived, the loud group in front of the door greeted us and all of Pablo's friends (including the taken ones) complimented on my look tonight. I thought Pablo was too busy joking around with Pedri to notice, but little did I know, he heard every word that made him very much angry!

"Damn Gavi! Your amiga is quite a bombon!" Araujo whispered to him and Pablo looked towards you chatting with some girls at the bar shaking his head although secretly thinking the same thing.

Your ass looked so delicious in that tight shorts..and not to mention the braless crop top that was driving him absolutely crazy!

"Bombon? Tu eres loco tío! Ella es tan joven" Pablo said always acting 'tough' cause he was two years older that you..big deal! That didn't mean he could order you about which he always tried to do!

As hours passed, and you had more drinks with your girlfriends, music started to take over your body and you were dancing like there was no tomorrow.

"Es caliente!!" Rafa smirked whispering into Pablo's ear knowing that would annoy him especially when you were dancing with your ass glued to another guy who hand his arms around your waist.

"Joder!" Pablo groaned putting his drink down and walking towards you angrily. He grabbed your wrist pulling you away from the guy and he crowd all the way outside where was freezing btw.

"Ow! Que haces gilipollas!?" you were angry but still so cute when you tried to yell at him especially being so short and adorable regardless of your mood.

"You're drinking anything people give you! And you are grinding your ass against some fucking stranger!? What are you doing pecas!?" he was angry as well as he let go off your arm but still not letting you go back inside.

"Que es un problema!? You're not mi novio Gavi! I can drink what I want and I can dance with whoever I want!" you spat and now he was even angrier clenching his jaw repeatedly. He wishes he was your novio and could teach you a lesson right now..

"But I brought you here which means I am responsible to make sure you're safe pecas!" he said and to that you smirked feeling quite confident tonight (probably from the alcohol) as you moved closer to him rubbing up and down his strong biceps.

"Are you sure that's the problem here Pablito?" you said teasingly and he was fighting back an urge to throw you in the backset of his Maserati and show you just what his problem was at the moment. But then he reminded himself that you were his best friend, that he doesn't want to lose you and therefore couldn't mess up your life.

"Vamos, I'm taking you home.." he said but you were definitely not about to do that especially when you were having such a blast tonight. You pulled away from his grasp and he groaned in annoyance.

"If you don't want to honestly tell me what the problem is then I won't do what you say! Capullo!" you winked walked back inside while he groaned running his hand through his hair before getting inside himself re-joining his friends while you continued to dance on your own this time.

"Why don't you just admit you want her tío? Es obvio!" Pedri bugged him but when Pablo saw that you were kissing someone and walking outside with him the heat in his veins intensified from anger.

"Es demasiado tarde.." Pablo sighed walking out this time determined to take you home even if he was to carry you into the car himself. He was done with this party and he was especially done watching you with other people!

As he looked around for you, he found the same guy from the inside sitting on the hood of his car while you stood in between his legs kissing his lips.

"Gilipollas! Tienes tu culo en mi coche!" he said and the guy looked at him with big eyes of course recognizing him from the Camp Nou pitch while ungluing his hands from your waist.

"Pablo Gavi..I'm so sorry tío" he said walking away from you which made you angry as you looked at Pablo who watched as he left before finally looking back down at you.

"Stop scaring away everyone who comes near me!" you said and he walked closer until your thighs his his car and you sat on the hood looking up into his dark eyes once more. He was no longer your sweet and protective friend Pablo..no..he was angry..and lustful in this moment.

"Que haces?" you say when he slowly touched your thighs opening them up and standing in between them while tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"You said you wanted to know what my problem is..honestly?" he said moving even closer as his hands rested on my thighs and his nose was touching mine.

"S..si" your voice was shaking and your cheeks were bright red while looking into his dark eyes longingly.

"I don't mind you wearing something that makes your ass be the sole focus of the night..but I do mind that I can't grab it and make todos los gilipollas see that it's mine.." he started and you felt goosebumps appear on your skin while his cold fingers traced your thigh and his nose moved against yours.

"I don't mind your dirty dance but as long as it's against me.." he whispered into your ear licking it after wards and you couldn't help the moan that left your lips in response.

"And I don't mind that you want to make-out on top of my car..but I want you to do it only with me!" he whispered into your other ear licking it again before his large hand grabbed your neck and pulled you close kissing your lips feverishly which made you moan into his mouth as you kissed passionately.

"Pecas.." he whispered against your lips after pulling away and you smiled opening your eyes and snaking your arms around his neck while playing with the end of his hair.

"Take me home amor.." you smiled snaking your legs around his waist with a shy smile and he smirked kissing your lips again knowing that he finally got what he craved for such a long time...;))

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[iheartgavi]

Teammate’s little sister

Summary: Julian’s little sister visits her older brother at training.

parings. gavi x actress! fem! reader!

.a/n.I hope you like this! and Ik ppl voted for jealousy,jealousy but I decided to change the WHOLE thing and I think your guys will like it more then the original one I was planning to do! part 2?

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“julian you keep looking at your phone what’s up?” ferran said as everyone was kicking the ball around in a circle, it was pedri,gavi,ferran,julian,alej,ansu who were all in a group circle.

“sorry I’m just checking how far my sister is from the training site” julian said as he put away his phone “you have a sister?”pedri said.

“yea she’s my little sister” he replied as he passed the ball to ansu “she came to barcelona from la?” ale said “no she just came back from mexico she went to go visit but she’s going to have to stay In madrid,spain for some work” as everyone nodded and smiling.

“do you have a picture you can show us?”ansu said as julián took out his phone from his pocket to go to your Instagram showing them your recent photos.

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“wait your sister is yn araujo? like the actress?” pedri asked in disbelieve as everyone else was waiting for a answer from Julián.

“yea she is” julian chuckled as ansu said “your sister is hot as fuck” wich ale agreed “ hey hey hey my sister is off limits” julian said seriously as the boys all looked at each other’s giving glances at gavi because before julian joined gavi admitted his celebrity crush to them.

“you should be saying that to gavi” pedri whispered hoping julian didn’t hear but he did and looked at gavi.

gavi was mentally cursing at them but before julian could say something to gavi you walked in wearing a old mexico team jersey that was cropped and fit perfectly with over the waist black pants with a leather jacket and you finish it off with a old LV bag

you ranover to hug julián wich caused him to turn around and see you “hermanitaa” he said as his eyes popped and picked you up as he hugged you.

when your moment was done ansu spoke up and said “aren’t you going to introduce us to your sister”as he smirked to Julián causing him to roll his eyes and you to giggle.

when Gavi heard you giggle at ansu he was burning with jealousy even though you weren’t dating.

“you must be ansu? my brother talks about you”you said with a smiled “you talk about me?” ansu said as he put his hand on his heart looking at Julián who just rolled his eyes.

“I’m ferran” “and hi I’m pedri,and this is gavi!” pedri said and pulling gavi forward.

“h-h-hi I’m gavi” he said with a blush on his face you smiled about to say something before julian interrupted you by grabbing you in the arm saying “okay guys we have to get going but I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” as he pulled you away from them.

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“i don’t know why he pulled her away so fast before she could say anything” gavi exclaimed to the guys as the all sat down on a bench listening to the young boys problem.

“he’s probably just a overprotective brother,you have to understand if I was him I would act the same way” ferran said.

Julián walked pass them saying bye before Gavi decided to speak up “julián why wouldn’t you let me talk to your sister?” he questioned.

Julián sighed and said “look gavi I know you and I know that all it takes is a smile and making my sister fall for you for your personality,but I’m sorry i don’t want you with my sister or near my sister!”

“Why not!” gavi said getting mad “because gavi,don’t you see your caught up in so many rumors saying “your with some girl in Sevilla” “you had girls over in your villa” and I don’t want your crazy fans girls to attack and bring down my sister!…my sister doesn’t need that in her life and I don’t want her to go through that so I’m sorry for trying to protect her!” julián said getting angry” storming out.

everyone was shocked at julián he never acted like that “gavi…”pedri said gavi just shook his head leaving to the changing room…

[marimariposaposa]

n side | pedri gonzález

“ you know all your feelings for me…inside of your heart ”

pairing: boyf!pedri x fem!reader

content: smut, soft(ish), praise, a little fluff, translated spanish, no y/n

word count: 1.8k

summary: you could be pressed into pedri but still not be close enough, you need to be inside of each other…

1:12am

its warm under the duvet, so warm you have to stick your foot out from underneath it—but it’s nice. pedri is freshly showered after coming home late, his hair still slightly damp and the smell of his soap still lingering when you press your face into his shoulder, it’s angular, sharp and a floral wood. you press your lips into his shoulder through his shirt and his smile is lit up with the screen of his phone. his fingers tap away at the keyboard to reply to a message as you peak over at the phone screen.

“acércate más a mí” (“come closer to me”) you mumble, and he laughs lightly, slipping his hand underneath your waist, hands splayed widely on your skin and pulling your body across the bed until your waist presses into his own, letting you wrap your leg around his comfortably. pedri tilts his head slightly to press a small peck onto your forehead, mumbling something about your hair smelling nice but you groan, whining into the surface of his bicep. “no estás cerca suficiente, ven.” (“you’re not close enough, come on.”)

he glances over at your face, your wide eyes, pupils dilated and plush bottom lip pouted forward. “cómo de cerca quieres estar, monada?” (“how close do you want to be, cutie?”) he chuckles breathily, curling his arm to pull your head up to his chest, letting it rest there and have you wrap both of your arms around his shoulders. his hand strokes your back, rubbing your shoulder blades and moving down to rest a palm on your ass. “todavía más cerca. déjame entrar a tus ropas.” (“even closer than this. let me get into your clothes”) you mumble into his chest, pressing your face into it and puckering your lips to leave a few smooches.

you cup his cheeks, fixating on the way he looks down at you, brushing your fingers along his jaw and humming incoherently. tracing along all his features, his nice brows, underneath his round eyes, along the bridge of his nose and blubbering his lips until he sticks his tongue out to stop it. “cariño” he muffles into your fingertips, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed.

your giggle is soft, mesmerising to him, a perfect encapsulation of your femininity—especially when you press your hands into his abdomen to sit atop of it, shadowing your figure onto the wall behind you. your hands run down his chest, up to his face where you tussle his hair, he’s been so focused on training these past few weeks, and he hasn’t had time to get a haircut, it’s grown out over his whole forehead, or shave his beard. you aren’t complaining, in fact, you like it—a lot. you plaster small pecks across his cheeks, and around his lips.

“todavía más cerca” (“even closer”) you say lowly into the crook of his neck, laying flat on his body where like a teenage boy he can’t help but notice the way your boobs press into his chest. his arms wrap around your torso, hands squeezing your waist and you shuffle backwards, ass landing perfectly in the divot where he has his legs propped up and his hips begin.

pedri breathes your name, kindly and affectionately into your hair that sprawls across this collar. your lips connect to his neck, suctioning slightly to have him reach for your hair, pulling it only slightly. “déjame mostrarte lo cerca que podemos estar, cariño” (“let me show you how close we can be, cariño”) he hums, letting his hands roam up to your shoulders, and pull you to sit up—straddling his lap, in his shirt and a pair of black panties. it’s suffocating—the view—the pinkish tint of your cheeks, your hands placed nicely on his stomach, itching to just go a little further down, and your eyes that peer darkly beneath you onto him.

his hands find themselves underneath your shirt, ghosting the bare and hot skin of your torso beneath it, until they reach your breasts that he envelopes in each palm, lips twitching upwards. you lean down to take his lips to yours, slowly moving in motion, a simultaneous exchange where his tongue glides over your bottom lip and you move forward to feel the familiar grin that spreads on his face. his fingers skim across your nipples and you jolt on top of him, pulling away to take a sharp breath. “¿zona sensible” (“sensitive area?”) he lulls, pecking at the area around your lips.

you hum, gripping the hem of your shirt and slipping it over your head, draping it over pedri’s face with a giggle, guiding his hands to grope your boobs with no sight—heightening his senses, every receptor in his hands burning under your touch as his thumbs swipe over them again, and the blood continuing to rush to his crotch.

he tosses your shirt away from him into the opposite corner of the room, shallowing his breathing and taking in the lewd sight, “siempre tan hermosa…” (“always so beautiful…”) he speaks offhandedly, your name rolling off his tongue, pressing himself up to latch his lips around your boob, letting his tongue circle around the bud and teeth graze it ever so slightly. only so you grab onto his hair, your head falling backward and sighing out his name. he travels down the valley of your breasts, the cool air he exhales stimulating the damp areas and standing up the hairs on the back of your neck. “sí, pedro”

its unhinged, to have to watch him lap around your chest, arms propped up and muscles pulsing, biceps toned in the dim shadows of your bedroom and not have him at your drenched core.

he falls back when you reach down for his dick, cupping it with all five fingers over his sweats, straining a short groan out of him when you swipe your finger over the tip. “quita todo” (“take it off”) you tug at his shirt. he obliges without a second thought, pulling it over his head and lifting up his hips to pull down both his sweatpants and boxers in one, balancing you on top of him.

his dick springs out, hitting his stomach heavily, seeping and waiting for your hand to wrap around it. “peudo yo?” (“can i?”) you breathe, unevenly and desperately looking into his eyes for a response. “por favor” (“please”) tenderly he hums, smoothing a hand down your side. his dick leaks pre-cum, allowing your thumb to caress over the tip, slipping your whole hand down his length. he clenches your thigh, exhaling loudly the more you pump. “muy buena, preciosa” (“so good, pretty”) he squeezes his eyes shut, tightening his grip around you.

you unravel your fingers one by one, and he groans, regaining his breath and grinning up at you, inspecting the way you lift yourself up and align his dick between your legs, pulling your panties to one side and lowering yourself. you moan out at just the sensation of it touching you, filling yourself up until every single nerve in your body feels every single vein, twitch and ridge of his length.

your chest heaves, pedri holding you steady under the pressure of his dick stretching you out completely, hitting every spot, until it finally slips through up until your cervix. “joder.” (“fuck.”) he rasps, one hand cupping your face and brushing his thumb over your parted lips, the other squeezing your boob.

pedri admires your body leaning down to wrap your arms around his neck, your whole bare front pressed up against his. skin to skin—stomach, chests pushing against each other’s with a shared breath, warming him and sparkling a tingle in his chest. he strokes your hair, you adjusting to his size in you.

it’s sweet, melting into him when you ride, burying him deeper and deeper inside you. instinctively, his lips spread kisses on your temple, awfully cute in the way he holds your head close to his while your hips snap erotically against his. every single plough down of your ass, hitting a new angle on your g-spot, his palm gripped around your ass to amplify the force. he melodies your name into the crook of your neck, biting back a loud moan, his face is so flushed you can feel the heat on your skin. “eso es” (“that’s it”) he chokes, mouth open and hot breath tickling your ear.

“pedro està tan bien” (“pedro it’s so good”) whimpering out you clench tightly around his dick, thighs burning and lungs closing in exhaustion and your own speeding pulse felt by pedri.

your vision hazes, whining out his name the further your orgasm builds, in the depths of your stomach right where his tip presses into your cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure the more you roll your hips.

“deja que me meta” (“let me put in some work”) he huffs, taking you by your sides with a hitching breath and holding you centre so he can buck his hips upwards. every single cardio workout he’s done leading up to this moment where he jerks up into you, desperately. so animalistically all you can do is squirm above him, holding tightly onto his forearms while a sob is rutted out of you with every movement.

you can’t even warn him when you climax, crying out his name, the vibrations of your words alone on his skin nearly sending him over the edge, going limp in his hold. “sigue aguantando cariño” (“hang on, cariño”) pedri begs, quivering as he speeds up for the last few moments before lifting you off him completely, come spewing onto his abdomen in a disorderly fashion. he mewls out a string of words—your name, swear words, your name again, “te amo” and another swear word. his eyes are squeezed shut and you lean over to kiss his wet lips.

your body falls to his side, and he immediately embraces it, holding you close to him and turning his head to peck your cheek. there’s a light sheen of sweat covering the both of you, and his hand reaches to shirt that had landed crumpled beside the bed, using it to pat your forehead of moisture, his own, your thighs and finally the remains of his release from his abs.

“grosero” (“gross”) you laugh, and he huffs.

“soy yo el grosero?” (“im gross?”) he chuckles, tossing the shirt back to wear it came from, pulling you closer to him. “y aquí estábais rogando estar cerca de mí” (“and here you were begging to be close to me”).

end

angel’s (me) note: who could be psychotic enough to start a whole new side blog to write pedri smuts????..(me. its me. i did that.)

i really hope u liked this, let me know if you did, or didn’t. the little images at the top are meant to blend in when you use dark mode on a phone, if you are using anything other than that and it looks ugly pls ignore lmfaoooo.

ps: my requests are open! pls feel free to write there and i will try my hardest to write back quickly.

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[melanieph321]

Pedri × Black Reader - Our Secret Part 6/10

Oh Gavi, a walking disaster in this chapter 😮‍💨

Credit to whoever made this gif, found it on Pinterest

The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.

Enjoy!

"Why the long face my dear?"

Marcella stopped resting her head against the passenger window. Her dad looked concern as she turned to him.

"Is everything alright, you're awfully quiet."

She shrugged. "Oui papa. I'm just a little tired."

"And upset." He nodded. "Don't lie to me, I can tell."

Marcella crumbled in her seat, lowering her head. Her dad reached out to shrug her legs. "Your mother will come around, don't worry about it."

"It's just a stupid dress." She muttered. "Why does she care so much about a stupid dress?"

"Well, it cost her alot of money, didn't it? Just for you to refuse to wear it tonight. Why is that Marcella? Your mother told me that you liked the dress in the shop, that you picked it out yourself."

"It was a mistake." She assured and was glad that the car ride to Martina's quinceanera continued in silence.

"I'll pick you up at midnight!" Her father shouted across the restaurant parking lot. There were alot of cars, dropping of a bundle of giddy teenagers. The girls wore colorful dresses and full face makeup, whilst the boys arrived in suits and iron pressed socks.

"Happy birthday Martina!"

She sat on a pink draped throne inside of the restaurant. People walked up to it, wishing her a happy birthday and dropping off thier gifts. Marcella stood in line, waiting to do the same. She took the time to admired the creative birthday decorations, the theme being "Pink Garden." All decorations were in pink, making up a plastic flower garden that all guest had to walk through to get to the birthday girl.

"It's pretty cool, huh?"

Someone appeared by her side. Marcella didn't have to turn her head to know who.

"I don't belive I've ever heard a guy describe anything in pink as 'cool'. "

Pedri was grinning once she turned to look at him. He was handsome, dressed in a black suit and tie. He had done nothing to his hair, he didn't have to. "I guess I'm not like others guys then." He said, voice seductive.

Marcella made a displeased noise and turned back to stand in line.

"I can drop the gift off for you." He offered, not yet to leave her side, even though she wished for nothing more. "I mean as the son of the owner of this restaurant, I think I have the privilege to skip ahead in line."

"I'm fine, thank you."

She was next anyway. 

Martina, with her long brown hair and sparkling pink dress, sat on her thrown and looked down on Marcella like a queen would do a peasant.

"Happy birthday." She squealed, to which Martina fixed a smile, but mainly focused on the size of Marcella's gift. "It's from Pandora." She reassured. Marcella then stepped out of line, heading for the beverage table. However, she was still being followed.

"Is this about what I wrote?"

She sighed. "No, Pedri."

"Than what is it, why are you being like this?"

"Like what?" Her steps altered, forcing him to do the same. The restaurant was crowded, people enjoying themselves around them.

"Like this." He gestured. "You're being so...cold."

"Good, you deserve it."

She walked off.

"Ah, so this is about what I wrote."

Pedri caught up with her.

Marcella ignored him while pouring herself a drink.

"Admit it Marcella, you're upset with me. You're not even wearing the same...."

She almost threw the drink at him. "Of course I'm upset Pedri." His eyes widened, not expecting her to snap at him. "I asked you what you were gonna wear tonight and you reply by sending me a tasteless picture of you grabbing your....your..." She grimarced. "....stuff, saying you're gonna 'wear me out'. Like, what does that even mean?" Marcella's chest rose with her heavy breathing. She didn't realize how upset she was until now. How upset he made her feel.

"Marcella, I didn't mean..."

"Save it Pedri." She raised a hand, silencing him. "I know I sent you that picture of me but...it's not what you think. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Marcella please, I know you're not that kind of girl and I'm not that kind of guy, even though all evidence points against it right now."

She searched his face. He seemed sincere.

"Marcella!"

Someone called her from across the room, Beatrice and Olga.

"I've got to go."

He looked defeated. "Marcella, please. I made a mistake sending you that text. Forgive me."

"I'll see you later Pedri."

"Please, Marcella"

She lowered her head, tuning him out as she left him calling out her name. It was strange. No guy had never done that before, begged her for forgiveness.

"There you are." Olga said, annoyed. "I thought we agreed to be ready at eight?"

"I'm sorry, I was..."

"It doesn't matter." She snapped her fingers for Beatrice to hand her another microphone, which she passed on to Marcella. "We're on in ten minutes."

********************************************

Pedri had to get some air. He couldn't keep standing in there like a fool. Marcella had run off on him, upset with his stupid mistake. A problem for later as Pedri's thoughts were disturbed by a commotion in the parking lot.

"What's going on?"

"Ey, Pedrito!"

It was Pablo and his classmates, two guys that weren't on the football team. The three of them were having a blast, passing a half empty bottle of Absolute Vodka between them. The party was over as Pedri snatched the it from Pablo's hands before he managed to intoxicate himself more than he already was.

"Nah, Pedrito don't ruin the fun." He was slurring on his words, twice as drunk as his idiot friends.

"Get inside." Pedri commanded, shoving Pablo ahead of him.

"Come on Gonzalez. Chill, it's a party. Have a drink with us." Pablo's friends chuckled. Pedri approach them. "Are you guys stupid or is it just the way you look?"

"What?" Both of the boys' were disoriented.

"I said get the fuck out of here. There are kids at this party. Go home!"

The boys chuckled. "Okay, Padre."

Pedri left them behind, helping Pablo inside. He rushed him to the men's room where he vomited at the first sight of a toilet stall. "Stay put. I'm going to get the keys to my dad's car." Pedri left the toilet but was caught amongst the birthday guests as most of them gathered before a large table carrying a five story cake with lit candles and blossoming sparklers. He pushed through to make it to the kitchen where he knew his dad would be, however he seized to make his way there the minute her voice sparked through the speakers.

"Cumpleaños feliz...."

It was Marcella, along with her friends. They were on stage, serenading Martina by singing Happy Birthday.

"Cumpleaños feliz......"

The way her voice soared above the others, her smile lighting up the room, left him breathless. All time stopped and Pedri could not, nor wanted to, diverge his eyes away from her, Marcella, who's dark skin looked golden in the candle lights.

"Te deseamos Martina....compleaños feliz!"

As the song ended, Pedri couldn't help but to stare at her, his heart racing with excitement. He had never felt this way before, and it took him by surprise. He was in love.

The next moments passed in a blur. He found himself wishing that the celebration would never end, just so he could keep looking at her.

Then came the screams.

********************************************

Marcella jumped at the sound of Martina's scream. She watched how the birthday girl hopped off her throne at the sight of Gavi, stumbling towards her like a lost zombie.

"Get away!"

He was clearly intoxicated, his suit stained with what she guessed to be his own vomit.

"I said get away!"

It was like a seen from a horror movie,  kids screaming, the crowd disoriented with what was happening. Marcella had a perfect view from the stage. She gasped however, as a man tackled Gavi to the ground before he could get any closer to Martina.

"Oh my god, Pedri." Olga drew a breath, also witnessing chaos unfold before her.

"If that's Pedri then who's he?" Beatrice frowned. There was alot of people gathering around the scene. But just like her friends Marcella spotted two of them, two Pedri's, escorting Gavi out of the restaurant.

"Where are you going?" The girls shouted after her as Marcella pulled up the bottom of her dress and ran out.

"To help!"

She arrived in time to see Pedri arguing with his doppelganger.

"Just give me the keys Fernando and I'll take him home."

"I swear to God Pedri. If your friend vomits in my car..."

"Then what? It wouldn't be worse than what you have done to a car when drunk."

The two stood facing each other, faces inches apart. By now Marcella had gotten to Gavi, letting him support himself against her by draping his arm over her shoulders.

"Guys, a little help?" She groaned.

"Marcella?" Pedri's eyes widened.

"Don't just stand there, help me put him in the car."

"He vomits, you clean." Pedri's doppelganger said, tossing Pedri the keys. He caught them and hurried towards Marcella. The two of them helped Gavi into the car and drove off in the night.

********************************************

How fast the night changes.

Pedri kept glancing in his rearview mirror, making sure that Gavi wasn't giving Marcella too much trouble.

"Pedrito." His friend slurred, sounding quite beaten up. His fragile voice cracked. "I don't think she wants me."

Marcella snorted beside him. "What girl wants a guy who humilates her on the most important day of her life?"

Pablo looked to her with squinted eyes. "Yeah and who the fuck asked you?"

"Hey!" Pedri hissed. "Calm down back there."

"She's crazy Pedri, haven't I warned you about her. Crazy."

"Oh, please." Marcella rolled her eyes and folded her arms.

Apart of Pedri couldn't help but to feel tremendously happy that she was there, with him.

"I don't think anyone's home."

She help Pedri get Pablo inside his house as the lights were out, no sign of his parents being home.

"Careful."

Getting Pablo up the stairs was the real challenge. Pedri had to step back and catch his breath once they managed to get him to his bedroom, dumping Pablo on top of his unmade bed.

"You okay?" Marcella asked, she could tell that somthing was off. "Pedri?"

His heart was beating like crazy and his body began to sweat all over.

"Pedri?" She was by his side now, terror in her eyes.

"I just need to..."

"Yes?" She nodded, ready to assist him with anything.

"I just need...."

"Pedri, what's wrong?"

He slumped down on the floor, resting his back against the foot of Pablo's bed. "Cramps." He groaned. His stomach ached, along with his arms and chest. His whole body.

Marcella fell onto her knees, her hand pulling back the damped hair that had fallen over Pedri's eye's.

"I need somthing to eat." He said, voice weak.

"No."

She ran off, out of the room and down the stairs.

"Marcella, no...." She couldn't leave him. He was gonna die without having told her.

Minutes passed.

It was difficult to stay awake. Pedri felt his eyes rolling back in his sockets, on the brink of passing out. This was not good. He had taken two insulin shots out of the five recommended a day. The distress of getting Pablo home had also taken too much of him, triggering a seizure.

The walls seemed to come down on him, just then it returned, her sweet scent and her light touch.

"Hang on."

She lifted his shirt. Pedri felt a sting in his abdomen but did not think much of it until a few moments later, when he seemed to come to.

"Here, eat this."

She handed him a stained banana, splitting the fruit into edible pieces. He was almost back to normal after a few bites, the light restoration his vision. She was still by his side, Marcella, in a dress that covered her long legs.

"Marcella, there is something you should know." Pedri adjusted himself against the bed, wanting to look her in the eyes when he told her. "I have diabetes."

Marcella paused, putting away the rest of  the banana. Her soft hand went to his cheek, rubbing the spot that she then leaned forward and kissed. "I know." She said.

[xas24]

pedri x reader angst based off of tv by billie eilish🤭

the heart wants what it wants (pt.2) ~ pedri

summary: yearning for a love that can possibly never be returned can be quite foolish, but pedri can’t seem to get her out of his head.

part 1 (y/ns pov)

the crowd was roaring with fierce happiness. it was almost deafening and pedri could barely hear his own heart beat over the screams of the culers and the cheers of his teammates in his ear as they all celebrated his goal, his first goal in quite a while.

hands were brushing his hair, gripping his shirt and arms were engulfing him, his teammates vocalising their pride in him for his winning goal. there was only a few minutes left of the match, no doubt in anyone’s mind that barcelona had won this one, all thanks to their star magician.

pedri cupped his hands over his eyes, facing one of the many cameras and doing his signature celebration. a genuine smile graced his lips, a smile he hadn’t had the strength to flash so widely in so long. after everything that had happened, this was the first moment where he felt that familiar sense of freedom, that same freedom he had last felt with her.

pedri dropped his hands and watched as his teammates walked back to their positions, ready to continue the few minutes that were left. he pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes and looked up at the big screen at the front of the stadium. the cameras were still on him and his name was still flashing across the screen. his smile started to falter and he thought about her again.

what was she doing right now?

was she watching him on tv right now?

did she just see his goal? was she proud of him?

stop. stop thinking about her.

he gave a final wave to the fans and moved back into his position, his temporary happiness being barged with thoughts of her once again.

•••

it was late at night. it was cold and dark and pedri couldn’t sleep. she was there, in every corner of his mind, she was always there. when would she finally leave his mind? when will i finally get over her?

leave me alone.

the clock on his nightstand read 12:09, its dimmed light being the only source of brightness in the otherwise pitch black room. he could hear the trees outside of his house whooshing from the harshness of the wind and the cold was creeping into his bedroom. he pulled his duvet over his cold body and turned to the side, watching as the light of his clock glimmered and flickered.

12:10.

what was she doing right now? was she in bed, reading one of the million books she owned? was she fast asleep? what was she dreaming of?

pedris lips tipped up at the million questions that raided his mind all at once. he smiled at the thought of her, his heart flooding with heat. he remembered the way her hair splayed all over the place as she slept, he remembered the way he would chuckle at her small snores, he remembered loving the way she fisted his shirt in her sleep, wanting to be close to him.

her relaxed expression, her warmth, her scent, her tender skin, her soft lips that always tasted of her cherry flavoured lipgloss.

what he would give to feel those lips against his one last time. to hear her giggles as he repeatedly kissed her into oblivion.

he felt ridiculous, smiling about her in the middle of the night when he knew she probably didn’t even think of him. why would she even spare him a thought? it’s been almost a year.

did she have another man in her bed right now? was he whispering to her the same things he would at night? was his arm draped around her waist, taking in her heat the way he craved to every night?

his smile instantly dropped as she faded from his mind and the happiness, that was temporary yet again, vanished from his being. a shiver went down his spine and he suddenly felt cold as she left him all alone. he hugged his duvet tighter to his body.

how foolish he was. how stupid he was for letting her invade his mind again.

if only he knew, as he lay in bed and yearned for her warmth.

if only he knew that she stood infront of a bar somewhere in barcelona, her body freezing and her heart yearning for his warmth too.

•••

it felt like a sickness that kept coming back. memories, flashbacks, it was almost like pedri could feel her here. stupid. she wasn’t here.

he didn’t even know where she was right now. did she move away or did she still live in barcelona? was she still in her apartment close to the city’s edge where she had the best view of barcelona or did she buy one closer to the university?

he always used to drop her off and pick her up from uni. he was always on time, sometimes even earlier with a bouquet of flowers for her, sometimes ready for the gossip that she had to spill almost everyday, sometimes for the complaints she had about her school work.

who dropped her off to university now? did she pass her driving test? did she move on?

of course she’s moved on. it’s been a year, why wouldn’t she have moved on? it’s only me who can’t.

pedri shook his head at his foolish thoughts once again. the brightness of his phone blinded him as his vision cleared from yet another thought he was having of her. he realised that his thumb hovered over the send button, and he retracted it to see what he was about to send.

yet another ‘sorry, i can’t’ text. yet another ‘i’m busy’ text. with a sigh he sent it off, throwing his phone on the couch down next to him. his hand came up to rub against his tired eyes, clouded with fatigue and hidden agony.

it was painfully obvious that he was actually not busy, and ferran knew that as he also stared down at his phone, open on his chat with pedri. ferran was used to it by now though. he realised that the loss of last year was hitting his friend again, he realised that he just needed some space, needed some time to think before he was fine again.

so he gave him it.

he sent off a text of agreement with a heart emoji, indicating his understanding of his friends situation. ferran gave him his space and swiped off the chat, deciding to invite some of his other friends over to his house instead.

ferran: its okay hermano, take care ❤️

pedri read the message, swallowing the guilt that crawled up his throat at yet another cancel of plans. he rarely saw any of his friends nowadays, outside of trainings, outside of his work.

is this what love does to a person?

he told himself it’s nothing. he’s just going through a tough time. he’ll get over it.

you’re in love - a painful, mind-numbing type of love. you’re stuck in it.

this is what love does to a person. it makes them so unaware of their surroundings, makes them so weak and fragile until it decides to leave and they are left soulless.

pedri crossed his legs in his seat as he threw his head onto the back of the couch. a tired sigh escaped his lips once more and his eyes roamed the plain, white ceiling of his house, mind wandering off once again.

“you’re not understanding me, pedri!” her voice was slightly raising by the minute, her frustration surfacing.

“oh, please tell me what i don’t understand! enlighten me, y/n!”

“you’re never here anymore. i feel like it’s just me in this relationship and i don’t even know what to do about it! i feel so alone and you’re- not here with me.”

“i’m busy, y/n. you need to understand that.”

“i do! how much more do i need to understand to realise that you don’t care about me anymore pedri! i’m just a side object in your busy life. it’s not even recently, its been so long since we’ve actually had a meal together! so long since we actually had a conversation, since you properly kissed me. what, you don’t think i have feelings too?”

his lips pursed and he tilted his head, wanting to look away from her - the girl he loved so much to the point it made him blind and stupid. his eyes started welling up with tears of ache and frustration, but he didn’t let them spill, not like hers that were currently streaming down her cheeks at a slow speed.

“my parents called me the other day and asked about you, where you were. i didn’t even know what to fucking tell them, pedri.” she didn’t wipe them away, only stared at him in his eyes with nothing but hatred pooling in hers.

pedris eyes snapped open as the memory faded into the back of his mind again. the plain ceiling returned into vision, that was blurred this time and he leaned up to wipe his eyes. tears had formed in them, rising to the corner of his eyes and threatening to fall out from between his lashes.

if only he hadn’t walked out that day. if only he hadn’t ignored her and her pleas. if only he hadn’t acted so ignorant and idiotic.

they had argued and he had walked out. he never returned, never made an effort to talk to her for the weeks that followed their argument. the pride overtook his love for her, it blinded him so much to the point he couldn’t handle it anymore.

it was weighing him down and after months of no contact with her, no sign of her, it was crawling up to him in the form of burning pain and hurt and heartache.

all she wanted was for him to be there with her, for her, and he couldn’t even do that. she just wanted to feel loved.

maybe i’m the problem.

he was in denial before. he paid no mind to what he had done, what he had inflicted upon the one he loved.

but he couldn’t even deny it anymore because it was entirely his fault.

everything. every single drop of torture and affliction that had fallen upon both of them had been the consequence of his mindless, selfish acts. she had to watch him leave. she watched him walk out of her life without realising that was the last time she would ever see him again.

all my fault. my fault. myfaultmyfaultmyfault.

the sob that ripped through his chest then was agonising. it was rattling in its cage, wanting to be let out but being restrained by the pride and carelessness. he hadn’t realised that the key to his heart was her. she held the key in her hand, held it within herself and she had just opened him up.

she made him weak, vulnerable.

pedri sat there on his couch, his house as silent and gloomy as his heart. the only sound that rang throughout the room was his cries, his pleas that he muffled into his mouth, the unheard apologies he was throwing out to no one in particular.

i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry.

all my fault.

i love you.

“you’re all mine.” he breathed into her mouth, planting another kiss onto her lips. “mi hermosa esposa.” (my beautiful wife)

y/n leaned back with a surprise yelp, brows raised at his sneaky expression. “your wife, huh?”

he pecked her once more. “of course, my future wife. i want to marry you some day.” pedri chuckled as his cheeks slightly warmed at the confession he just had.

she couldn’t hold back the smile that clung to her lips like a tattoo, cheeks burning with heat and love and the feeling of a dream come true. the happiness she felt with him would always be unmatched.

“i love you.”

“i love you so much more.”

but he wished she could hear them, hear how sorry he was for causing her so much heartache.

[randomsillyfangirl]

Summer - Pablo Gavi x Reader

Plot: y/n hates the summer heat, but Pablo is constantly finding a way to flirt with you. Warnings: non, just flirtatious Pablo ;) ------------------------------------------------------------Some kind of phrase of you hating Summer or the heat was almost on a loop with you.

" I hate the summer!" , " it's too hottttt " , " I I swear to god, the sun's gotta be more close than normal!" , some complaints were normal; others not so much.

Pablo found it hilarious, and decided to start to reply to your comments. Snarky, agreeing with you, debunking- anything. But something he hadn't done yet was flirt with you.

You and the Barça gang (+ wags) went out to the beach. You were wearing a black bikini- which wasn't helpful.

" I hate the summer! I’m so hot!" you started to complain, right on queue.

"You are— er— it is hot…" Pablo responded, laughing but disguising it with a cough.

You, softly, hit his shoulder, " shut up! " you said embarrassed and Pablo just held your waist close smiling.

" by the way, wearing black wont help the heat stay away. " Pablo added, smacking your ass as he walked away.

" Pablo Martín Páez Gavira!" you yelled, making everyone laugh.

" you're dead." Pedri told Pablo, " worth it." Pablo said in defense.

[milawritesstuff]

Girl we are campeones of la Liga 🏆 I’m coming your way with some pedri x gf!reader smut…she comes to watch the game with his brother & sexts pedri during halftime bc he turns her on when he’s on the field (who doesn’t get turned on by our pedri potter) so once the game is over they’re both rushing to see each other that he ditches part of the celebration bc he knows the locker rooms at camp nou will be empty so they take advantage *insert smut* (you can take it on from there)

Ok I just finished this one and your request came up. It’s a little different but this is in honor of being LA LIGA CAMPEONES!!!

•••

You turned quickly to your side, your worried eyes making contact with his brother. -Fer!- you said in a scared voice.

The smiles and laughter of seeing Pedri and the rest of the team celebrate the league title was soon clouded by a few fans of the opposing team running onto the field. Your heart dropped as you saw a sea of yellow shirts run towards the tunnel, your boyfriend included.

-It’s fine, he’s going to be okay.- Said Fer standing next to you. He offered you a reassuring smile as you turned to look back at the guards with Espanyol fans on the floor.

Minutes later as you along with Pedri’s brother, cousin, and dad made your way out of the stadium you finally got a message from him. He asked you to go home instead of going to wait for him back at ciudad esportiva. He just wanted you to be safe. The other three dropped you off at the home you and Pedri shared as you smiled and waved them goodbye.

You sat on the couch waiting for Pedri while you scrolled through social media. A smile plastered on your face as you saw everyone celebrating the league title. Eventually you fell asleep only to be awakened by a familiar scent that intoxicated your lungs and a warm kiss on your forehead.

-Amor.- He whispered as he put his arms around your body trying to lift you up. You took a few seconds to open your eyes but when you did you met him with a smile. Your arms around his neck. -Mi campeon.- You whispered. He smiled at the sight beneath him, you had fallen asleep with his Jersey on and nothing but your black panties. Your wavy brown hair beautifully framing your face.

He lifted you into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his body and rested your head on his shoulder. -I’m sorry I took forever.- He said as you smiled. -Esta bien, Pedri. All that matters is that you’re home and you’re safe.-

He placed you down on the floor when you entered your bedroom. You kept your gaze on the beautiful boy who was wearing the team’s light brown kit with the navy, La Liga és nostra, shirt on. His eyes on your ass as he licked his lips. You giggled which took him out of trance and he looked over at you with red cheeks. He pouted at you. -What?- He asked. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him.

You walked over to him as he stood nervously close to the edge of the bed. You grabbed the collar of the jacket he was wearing and stared into his eyes. -I think I owe you something.- he looked at you with wide opened eyes. -You said if I scored.- He smiled.

You began to go down his body as you landed on your knees in front of him. From this view you could see how his breathing began to accelerate as his chest moved up and down faster. You grabbed the hem of his shorts and began to pull them down as he stared at you. -I said an assist would also count.- You said as you licked your lips and left him naked from the waist down. He smiled at the sight in front of him, his jersey on your barely covering your ass as you kneeled imagine front of him.

Without saying another word you grabbed his dick in your hands and began to massage it. His breathing accelerated even more. In a split second you leaned in and began to lick it, making sounds every time your lips parted with it. Your eyes never leaving his. -Joder.- He said.

Soon you had him all in your mouth as you continued to move your hand around it. You felt as Pedri’s hand held on to the back of your head and helped you move around him. You looked up at him through your lashes, a view that sent him in overdrive. You smiled as you continued to take him in your mouth, feeling as if you owed this to him for winning that title for your team.

You looked up as Pedri threw his head back closing his eyes and scrunching his face. Small moans coming out of his half parted lips. Small beads of sweat on his forehead and a hint of red on his cheeks.

He surprised you when he grabbed you and tried to pull you up. -Ven aqui.- Come here. He said. -Me voy a correr y tu tambien te mereces celebrar este titulo.- I’m going to come and you also deserve to celebrate this title.

You landed on the bed with him on top of you. He raised one of your legs over his hip and began to leave a trail of kisses down from your jaw to your neck. You were still wearing his jersey but somehow that excited him even more. After leaving a few short kisses on your lips he turned you over as he lined himself up with your entrance. You let out a moan as you felt him enter you slowly. -Fuck.- He said followed by a moan. You felt his hard grip on your hips, sure that you would find bruises there tomorrow.

Pedri held on to your hips as he leaned back and slammed back into you. With each thrust you could feel him touching you deeper and deeper. Your ass bouncing off of him with every movement he did. Seeing his jersey in front of him on your body was pushing him into pure bliss. He smiled at the way you proudly wore it, letting everyone know you were his girl, that he was the only one who could take you like this and the only one who could pleasure you the way he did. Hearing your moans in between movements as you pleaded him not to stop, to continue because he was hitting your spot. The way you squirmed I’m front of him and yelled out his name. Almost as beautiful as winning the league title.

You felt his movements get sloppy as his moans increased. -Vamos, papi.- you encouraged him in between moans while you held on to the bedsheet. Pedri’s hands caring your ass.

It was then that Pedri came as you yelled out his name and he did his best to continue his movement to bring you to your own high. When you finally came he was sure even the neighbors had heard you scream out his name.

After a few seconds you felt him pull out of you. His breathing had calmed down and he threw himself next to you on the bed. You were still face down trying to regain composure. You smiled and turned your head over to look at him. He smiled and moved a few strands of hair out of your face. -Te amo.- He said.

-Mi campeon.- You said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek and placed your head on his chest. His heartbeat putting you to sleep.

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Bunny? It's MIFFY | FT7

Pairing: Ferran Torres x french!reader

Summary: in which ferran's girlfriend is obsessed with the miffy plushie.

Genre: SMAU

Warninga: grammar mistakes probably, google translated spanish & french

Author's note: this one is made specially for @zowanew the og miffy girl, ilysm and i hope you like it 🤍 (most of the pics contains Sira Martinez and I know she's not french but for the fic let's pretend she is)

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yourinstagram the love of my life and Ferran 🐰🤍

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⤷pedri R U D E.

⤷pablogavi it's ok bro, we both can hangout 🫂

⤷pedri i would rather chew on a glass.

⤷username HELPP

⤷username golden retriever gavi x black cat pedri>>>

⤷username my man was tired of driving him to training everyday 😭

username okay but the 2nd slide, I might kms.

⤷username ikr they both are WAY TOO adorable

username can someone kiss me? with a gun? down on my throat?

⤷username ayo chill 💀

username still can't believe how Ferran bagged her.

⤷mikkykiemeny me too.

⤷username mikkyyyy lmaoo 😭😭

username everyday i open Instagram, saw these fuckers on my feed, wonder when it'll be me, cry myself to sleep, and then repeat.

⤷username us moment 🫂

yourinstagram added to story 10 mins ago

caption: Ma vie 🩷 (my life)

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ferrantorres thought that was that rabbit but okay te amo ❤️

⤷yourinstagram for the last time ferran torres garcia it's MIFFY.

⤷ferrantorres rabbit.

⤷yourinstagram sleep at Pedri's today.

⤷ferrantorres I'M JOKING.

mikkykiemeny can't believe I got replaced by a basic white boy 😔.

⤷yourinstagram OFCOURSE NOT, you're my no.1

⤷mikkykiemeny I better be

pedri why was I not invited again.

⤷yourinstagram can you shut the fuck up?

Twitter

iMessage

Fer<3

look what I just found

y/n

Ferran mfing Torres!!!!

You better bring one of em home

Fer<3

One? Nah.

y/n

Wjwhakshsh

Je t'aime tellement!!! (I love you so much)

Come home as soon as you can.

Fer<3

I love you too!!!

On my way

Instagram

yourinstagram

liked by ferrantorres, mikkykiemeny, sophiawebber and 2,638,920 others

yourinstagram the gift giver vs the gifts, Je t'aime 😭🩷

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ferrantorres te amo ❤️

⤷yourinstagram je t'aime aussi ❤️(i love you too)

⤷pedri ew.

⤷yourinstagram go away hater.

ferrantorres the gift giver>>>

⤷yourinstagram get over yourself

⤷pablogavi fr fr and give pedri back

⤷ferrantorres no.

⤷pablo kys.

⤷username I'm dying lmaaaooo

username cuties 😭🫶🏻

username i would die for them but that's just me tho.

⤷username me too girl me too

mikkykiemeny I'm better than both

⤷yourinstagram ofcourse you are wifey 🤭💍

⤷frenkiedejong no.

⤷ferrantorres no.

⤷username the real couple is actually mikky and y/n, Ferran and Frenkie are the side chicks here.

username I want what they have.

Twitter

Grace's note: this one was quite fun, I hope you like it @zowanew and Ferran literally loves you.