#pedri x female reader

[sports-on-sundays]

omgg i'm so relievedd,😭😭 anyway here's the request

can you please do an enemies to lovers with pedri wherein the reader is frenkie's sister and pedri and her have beef with eachother and fight like cats and dogs all the time but pedri is lowkey in love with her and sneakily keeps dropping hints but the reader is too oblivious to notice them, then gavi, sick of their banter tries to get them together by pretending to be interested in the reader and pedri get's furious with gavi cuz he's in love with the reader?

anyway i hope you're doing well, sending you lot's and lot's of lovee 💗💗

she's mine / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x de Jong!female!reader - Enemies to lovers - Pedri can't help but feel more than hate towards his enemy. And he won't stand for it when it seems her attention is being given to anyone else but himself.

Warnings: censored swearing, reader is SO oblivious haha, I'M SO SORRY FOR THE CHEESY ENDING BUT IT FELT SO RIGHT OKAY, her being Frenkie's sister didn't end up becoming a part of the plot so sorry if you wanted it to be anon

Author's Note: Thanks so much for the request, and I hope you're doing well also. :)

Requested?: yup!

A gust of warm wind blows your hair in your face as you enter the Barcelona training pitch. You tuck it behind your ear as your eyes scan the green field, searching for someone.

You tell yourself you're looking for your brother, Frenkie, but your eyes only stop searching when they fall on Pedri. He's sitting on one of the coolers, talking with Robert Lewandowski and Sergi Roberto. You smirk and saunter over, slipping down to sit on the cooler next to him. "Hey. Why aren't you out there playing, Pedri?" you say with a condescending smile.

His head snaps over to look at you, and his jaw visibly clenches as he demands, "Where did you come from? You weren't there a second a-"

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention, idiot. I didn't know you were that unaware of your surroundings..."

"Would you stop?" he snarls, gently shoving you. "Why are you always here, anyway? Do you think you have rights to walk right on in just because you're Frenkie's sister?"

You shrug cockily. "Pretty much. Everyone loves me, including Xavi. You're the only idiot that doesn't."

At this, Sergi (mysteriously) gets up and says, "I'll leave you two to fight this one out."

Robert nods and follows close behind, calling over his shoulder, "Don't be too aggressive with each other now!" You hear a snicker in the more experienced player's voice, which only fuels you more to bug Pedri.

"You aren't being too aggressive," you turn back to Pedri. "What kind of weak shove was that, anyway?"

"I just didn't shove you any harder because you're delicate and weak." He glanced up, meeting your eyes as he added, "Shame you've got no boyfriend to take care of your damsel self."

"Oh, for f***'s sake! Shut up- you know you're pulling crap out of thin air now!"

"That's what you do every single argument we have," Pedri comments with an eye roll. He bends down to tie his shoe, but then looks up, meeting your eyes again in that annoying way, and says, "Wait, you have a boyfriend?!"

"Don't say it like that!" you snap. "I don't, but I don't need one. I'm just fine without a stupid man to boss me around!"

He snorts and comments softly as he stands up, "I wouldn't say I'm stupid, and I certainly wouldn't boss you around..."

"Huph! Yeah, right!" you snap, the intention of his statements blowing straight over your head. "I bet you'd be the worst of them all! My God, no woman deserves an ass like you! Sure hope you never get a girlfriend- any would be too good for you."

"So sharp with your comebacks!" Pedri looks back. "But you use the same ones every time. You're so predictab-"

"Hey, Pedri."

Both of you look up to see Gavi sauntering over to the two of you. He pulls a water bottle from the cooler Pedri just stood up from and tells him, "Quit all the chit-chatting, for God's sake. Break time is done for you, Pedri."

"Yeah!" you grin, calling after him as he sulks away, "Lazy!"

Some days later, you walk down the hallway of the training centre. You're waiting for Frenkie, since you're going with him to visit with him and Mikky and some friends after training, when suddenly your nerves are hit simply by a familiar voice calling behind you, "Hey, Y/n..."

You swivel around to meet the obnoxious brown eyes of none other than Pedri. Your jaw clenches, but you're always ready to pick a fight with him- especially if he's up for it.

There's a flash of emotion in his eyes, and all the sudden he goes from walking toward you to being right in front of you. Your back hits the wall it's facing, and you gasp as the scent of his cologne fills your nose. You open your eyes slowly to see only Pedri's eyes. You exhale slowly. He's got you here, with his hands leaning on the wall behind you. You can't read him- you can't tell if he's about to slap you in the face or playfully tease you. All you know is that your nose is about six centimeters from the face of your rival, whom you've hated on a countless number of times.

"What the hell?" you snap. "What's your problem?"

"You know what you did!" he snaps right back, his eyes flashing again.

"What did I do?" you ask innocently as you replay all the rude comments about him and obnoxious tricks played on him.

"You know!" he says, jabbing his elbow into your shoulder- not enough to hurt, so you don't bother with him. He's a coward. He never really hurts you.

You smirk, eyebrows raised, and say, "Was it the chewing gum in your football boot or the 'Kick Me' sign on you last away game?"

"It was the gum-! Wait, 'Kick Me' sign?!"

At this, you break into hysterical laughing at his frightened face. You laugh and laugh, until you finally get out, "You take yourself so seriously, and that's why I know stupid pranks like this really will work in getting under your skin!"

"Tell about the 'Kick Me' sign!" He actually looks quite nervous.

"I managed to give you a 'friendly' pat on the back before you walked the red carpet to the hotel. All the away fans saw. I guess after getting a high-five from their hero, Pedri, they saw he would've rather been kicked in the ass!"

"Wait, it was on my ass?" His eyes widen, and you laugh more, practically wheezing now as Mr. Tough Man is getting dethroned- again. By you, as always.

"No! Lower back, idiot. I guess someone must have taken if off of you before you noticed, and didn't tell you because your pride is so delicate..."

"...Is not!" Pedri snapped, shoving you softly again. "Anyway, the f***ing gum on my expens-"

But you interrupt, showing you really couldn't care less. "Why don't you shove me harder, huh? Weak."

His face twists. "If I did, you might fall over. Clumsy."

"Oh, yeah? Am I? Am I clumsy, or are you just too scared to hurt a woman? Well, I'm not too scared to hurt a man, and I'm also not slamming men into walls to assert my dominance!"

Pedri gapes a little, which feeds your mean-spirited ways.

You grin, and suddenly shove him away. He stumbles back, and reaches back to steady himself on the opposite wall of the hallway.

"Alright, I've f***ing had it with you!" he barks, reaching for you. But you grab his wrist, twisting it. He, with his other hand, clutches the collar of your shirt, and you raise your fist, about to hurl it at his-

Suddenly, another hand grips your wrist, mid air.

Both your's and Pedri's heads flip to the new presence and rest your eyes on the younger Gavi.

Pedri's hand slips off your collar in unison with your hand slipping off his wrist.

Gavi sighs and walks past, in the middle of the two of you, calling behind, "You two, always fighting like cats and dogs! Won't you ever leave each other be? It's starting to get out of hand, with you two wrestling in the halls, and all."

You watch awkwardly as Gavi walks away, both feeling called out at how foolish you were acting.

You sit next to Gavi, swiveling back and forth on a bar stool, in a club. You sip your drink, looking down, because of the slight headache you're starting to obtain from the flashing lights around you, when suddenly someone sits on the other side of you. You look up, seeing that it's none other than Pedri. Again. Now you sit between Gavi and Pedri, and ask obnoxiously to Pedri, "Why are you here?"

He smirks, his eyes glimmering in the flashing lights. "I was here all along. But I could be asking you the same thing, baby."

You snort as Gavi looks over with unimpressed raised eyebrows at Pedri.. "Baby? Your insults are getting worse and worse every day," you remark back snidely, taking the name in a completely different way than most people- including Gavi- probably would.

Who knows how Pedri meant it?

Pedri falters for just a moment, and a strange look of slight confusion and maybe... disappointment?... flashes across his face, before he blinks away the dazed look and replaces it with that stupid smirk again. "You're a stupid baby because I don't think you can handle..." He gently takes your glass from your hand, and it's so sudden, you just watch him do it. "...that."

You glare. "What the hell, Pedri?" you snap. "I'm not anywhere near drunk! Give that back!"

He lifts the quarter full glass above his head, but leans his face close to yours and mutters, just loud enough for you to hear over the blasting party music, "Make me."

You glare more fiercely and snarl, "You know full well I'm capable of beating your ass! Now give me the glass!"

His grin just grows wider, and it annoys you that, for whatever twisted reasons, he's genuinely having fun. Enjoying himself. When you tease him or play pranks on him, you guess you have some fun, but it's mostly just about going out of your way to make his life harder because he's annoying. But he's genuinely having fun right now. Anyone could see that much.

The nerve!

You grab at Pedri, trying to wrestle the drink down, but fail, and just end up stumbling into him. He laughs and very gently elbows you, saying, "Be careful, baby. You've got no prince to catch you if you fall..."

"I don't even get your jokes anymore!" You say in frustrated annoyance. You grit your teeth and double back, ready to ram yourself to his stomach, but suddenly stop yourself when two hands grip your shoulders, and a body slips in between your's and Pedri's. "Gavi!" you say in exasperation. "Stop doing that!"

"You guys stop doing this! These arguments are getting out of hand, for God's sake!"

Pedri sighs, setting your glass down, but says, "It's really none of your business, Gav-"

"It is when you constantly do this with me and every-f***ing-one else around! It becomes our business!" He sighs witha little grunt, sitting back down. You swipe your drink off the table and sit back down next to Gavi, saying, "I'm sorry, Gavi... You see, Pedri's just so stupid..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Gavi rolls his eyes.

And little to either Pedri or you know, but the gears in Gavi's brain start spinning.

You sit on the bleachers, typing something up, enjoying the sunshine, when you hear footsteps. You sigh, knowing it will be Pedri approaching, but refuse to look up.

So you're surprised when Gavi says, "Hey, Y/n."

You look up and watch as Gavi sits close next to you, putting his arm around your shoulders. You don't think much of this, and don't mind that Gavi sits with you for a while, just chatting about whatever. He speaks softly, making the conversation personal. You respond in your regular tones, because why would you do anything different?

For weeks after this incident, Gavi keeps doing things like this, and, strangely, you've realized Pedri's been bothering you less. And you've been bothering him less.

But he keeps sending you the most venomous glances, it's almost worse than his occasional antagonizing.

Gavi's been getting kind of touchy with you, and you're not sure why, but you assume it's just because... you don't know. But you figure there must be a good, normal reason for it.

So you don't mind it. You enjoy your talks.

Today, you sit on the grass next to Gavi. You can't tell if it's just in your head, but you keep catching Pedri's eyes. And he doesn't look happy.

Well, Gavi's sitting quite close to you, so your shoulders are bumping, and has an arm around you, gently touching your lower back. You watch as Pedri starts walking towards you, and automatically a soft sigh escapes your lips.

Right then, Gavi gently slips his hand onto your thigh.

Automatically, your muscles clench, but you don't even look at Gavi.

Because you're watching Pedri.

He looks livid.

You swallow, and glance to Gavi, but as soon as you do, Pedri reaches him, knocks his hand off your thigh, doesn't even glance to you, and says directly to Gavi, "Come with me."

His tone is hard and cold.

Gavi stands up a little too casually (which seems to just feed Pedri's anger even more) and follows Pedri without a fight.

You stare, watching them go, in kind of a shock.

Once they're gone, you give it a minute or so, before standing up and immediately following. Snooping and eavesdropping are not below you. Can't hurt a girl for being curious, right? Besides, you've become pretty good at not getting caught.

You slowly walk down the stairs into the building, light on your feet, and peek behind every corner, listen through every door.

Finally you freeze when you hear voices, coming from behind a closed door. You lean against the wall slowly, intently listening, and grin softly when you can make out the sentences, before your face becomes serious again.

Gavi is saying, "...you've been the nicest person to her anyway!"

Pedri growls (which makes you swallow nervously), "But it's like you're taking her... She doesn't even like you... I saw the look on her face... Get your hands off of her, anyway... She's mine."

Your eyes furrow in confusion. Clearly he's talking about you, but what does this all mean...? Whatever it does, it certainly makes you feel a little angry, along with the utter uncertainty.

"Yeah? Why haven't you gone for it, then? Shoot your shot? You've just been being rude to her to get her attention without even showing how you really feel- I went about it in the-"

"She doesn't like you!"

"Yeah? Prove it?" Gavi says, just as fiery as Pedri himself, but it sounds a little different. You can't place your finger on what's different about Gavi's tone, though, from Pedri's...

There's a few seconds of silence, before a huff and a smaller comment from Pedri: "But I bet I like her more than you."

"Then prove it. I don't believe you."

"How the hell-"

"Whoever pulls her first."

You stare ahead, eyebrows knitted together.

And suddenly it clicks in your brain that was so opposed to believing anything even close to that, and it all makes sense.

All the stupid comments from him.

This conversation itself.

His dumb nicknames.

Has Pedri really... felt that way... all along?

Then why has he been acting like that?

There's silence between the boys, too, as you consider these things.

And, suddenly, you hear the doorknob turn, and your stomach drops to your knees. You try to swallow down a lump in your throat, looking for anywhere you can go to hide so that they don't see y-

"Y/n-!" Pedri stares at you, frozen.

Oh God. What... What is he going to do? Pick a fight, walk away? Lash out on me or Gavi? Pretend nothing happened?

He whispers, "You heard all that..."

You don't respond. And you're not sure if you could, even if you tried to, anyway.

But he does the most unlikely thing. The thing you weren't ever expecting.

Maybe someone else would. Maybe your brain just doesn't work that way.

But suddenly he pulls you to him, in a half-hug kind of thing, his muscles soft, and whispers, "I'm sorry, but... Maybe this will convince you to give me a shot..."

Suddenly, before you can react, he pulls you into a steamy kiss. You gasp, shocked, and although you don't want it to be happening, you don't want it to stop. You stare ahead, but slowly find the strength to close your eyes.

He pulls away and mutters, "Anyway, let me explain now..."

But suddenly Gavi walks by, casually, a smug look on his face, and he says, "I would have done it differently, but with someone like Y/n, you never know, Pedri... I mean it's funny you two are so immature about the way you're going about this, when I'm younger than both of you."

"You-"

Gavi glances back and interrupts, "Oh, and by the way, it was all a show. I'm not really into Y/n, and I know she's not really into me. It was just to make you jealous. You know, so maybe you'd finally admit your damn feelings and quit bothering her so much. Looks like you still haven't done it though. I've leave you two to that."

Pedri starts gaping as Gavi saunters away, and you stand just as shocked, but for more things than what Pedri's shocked about.

"For God's sake, Gavi," Pedri mutters under his breath, turning back to you. "Well, anyway," he breathes. "I've got a lot to explain... And say sorry for."

"Why were you..." you trail off.

He snorts. "I thought you'd be into that. I thought you'd like that sort of attention."

"I might've..." you chuckle nervously. "If I understood what you were doing in the moment..."

All the sudden, those glimmering brown eyes look deeper than they did before. More complex. Interesting. Beautiful.

Captivating.

Perhaps even... enchanting?

You swallow, and find yourself gripping to his shoulders tighter- which you didn't even know you were holding onto until now.

Now he mutters, but it doesn't seem mean.

You would say it was sexy, if that didn't mean you'd be calling him sexy.

"I've got a lot of work before I can call you mine..." he swallows. Usually a comment like this would disgust you.

But the way he just kissed you makes you not dread, but anticipate (just very, very, very slightly) eagerly all that work he needs to do in order to call you his.

Well, in other words, that set off butterflies in your stomach you didn't even know existed.

And now he whispers, "Sorry if it's too soon, but... Can I kiss you again?"

You grin stupidly and remark, "Only if you're not a coward."

He leans in, and his lips meet yours once again.

[yoyokslut]

You're losing me.

Pedri x reader

Word count: 2193

I'm fucking tired of all this were the words spinning around in your head after the fight you had with Pedri.

Ever since you started dating him he was always hugging, kissing and telling you how much you mean to him, always making you feel like the most precious thing of the world.

A few months from now all that faded away, it didn't feel like a relationship anymore it felt more like two people barely knowing each other sharing the same room.

You tried everything to get him back; romantic dinners, trips, walks around the town just the two of you trying to make up for what seemed lost time, to which he all rejected saying he was busy, had already plans with friends, he was running late to someplace. It was hurtful and exhausting so you decided to confront him.

"Pedri, can I talk to you please?" you said entering the living room.

"Can you wait until I get back? I have training," he said not even looking at you.

You huffed "See? This is what I wanna talk about, it seems like you don't want to spend time with me anymore,"

He looked at you and frowned "That's not true,"

"You know it is, always rejecting me. I wish you weren't that busy and actually try to make time for me... For us,"

"The world doesn't revolve around you, you know? You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating me. You're not the only thing that needs my attention,"

"You don't even give me a minimum part of it, that's all I was asking for,"

"I'm fucking tired of all this, I can't be with you all the fucking time, just leave alone, let me breathe," he said grabbing his hoodie and keys and heading outside.

You heard the door slam and started crying. He wasn't even trying to keep this relationship.

"Just because I'm here tolerating everything doesn't mean I can't leave, Pedri," you said out loud.

You headed up to the bedroom to grab some of your clothes and things and went to your car. But before leaving you left him a note saying:

I'm sorry this had to end up like this, Pedri.

But I can't love us for both.

Hope you have a wonderful life.

- Once yours, Y/n.

You got in your car and started driving not even know where you were going.

-

"Y/n!?" Pedri entered the house looking for you.

He walked by the note you left, glanced it and frowned.

When he read it his heart started beating so fast. He had to make it up to you, he didn't want to lose you. Grabbing his phone he searched your number and called you but you weren't picking up.

"Please please please, I know I was an asshole, but pick up please," he said but didn't have an answer.

He started texting you but you didn't reply.

He really fucked up this time. And if I wanted to get you back, I had to think of something worthy for you.

[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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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

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yeah and I’m gonna force pedri to a race

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and watch him dnf? no thanks

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my bad

my hand slipped on the send button

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are we like bffs now

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not in a billion years

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i second that

i’m quite lovely

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😒😒

i guess

I’ll still hate on you on insta though

this friendship be between only us.

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[pedripepinillo]

Como será pedri con alguien mexicana americana 🙂

pedri con una novia mexicana headcanons:

- el choque cultural es bastante notorio.

- no está acostumbrado a algunas manías que tienes por el simple hecho de haber nacido en otro país.

- pero sin embargo, respeta tu cultura y vos respetas la de él.

- en las vacaciones viajan a méxico y le muestras todos los lugares hermosos qué hay por allá.

- SE ENAMORA DE LA COMIDA.

- literalmente no puede dejar de fotografiar cualquier cosa que se le cruce por enfrente.

- es todo un turista :)

- siempre está preguntando sobre algunas palabras que no logra descifrar. eres como su traductora personal.

- realmente está tan enamorado de ti que se acopla a los altibajos de tu país (latam, que más puedo decir)

- prueba los elotes y esquites por primera vez y queda totalmente enamorado.

- te toma muchísimas fotos cuando van a los museos y a los centros arqueológicos.

- CONOCE A TU FAMILIA POR PRIMERA VEZ!!

- tu madre le enseña a cocinar cualquier tipo de comida típica que le guste.

- imagínense a pedri haciendo tamales <3

- tus tíos lo adoptan como parte de la familia ahora. ya no hay escapatoria.

- van al festival de día de muertos juntos y él esta mas que emocionado y feliz.

- no tolera el picante, pero lo come por respeto y para presumir que si aguanta tantito.

- fueron a comer tacos y le tomó varías fotos al taquero pensando que era una especie de show.

- ahora, cuando están en españa….

- te llevas un montón de comida y cosas de tu amado país, así que siempre están conectados con méxico de alguna forma u otra.

- a veces no entiende lo que dices porque tienes un fuerte acento.

- LA ROPA TÍPICA ?1!2!1?1?1!!!!!! pedri se compró un montón de ropa alusiva a méxico porque simplemente le encantó la cultura y todo eso y la usa orgulloso en españa.

- le lleva muchísimos dulces y snacks mexicanos a sus compañeros de equipo.

- en general respeta mucho la cultura y le encantaría aprender más de ella.

nota: primer pedido <3 espero sea de su agrado, querido anon. pueden pedirme también de cualquier tema. también escribo para gavi.

[lindasarchive]

Hii so here’s the list I make imagines for. Request if you want :) (Joao looks so hot in that gif 😰)

(What I write for)

João Félix

Neymar Junior

Jude Bellingham

Pablo Gavi

Pedri Gonzalez

Antoine Griezmann

Mason Mount

No sé, if you want anything else lmk and request :)

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi, I absolutely love your writing!

I wanted to ask if you could write a Fermín x reader where reader works at the club as one of the fitness trainers and Fermín has the biggest crush on her, and gets teased all the time by his teammates because he get’s completely flustered all the time she helps him with something. At the end he is tired of their teasing and finally asks her out, and he’s really shy toward her. Thank you ❤️

My first Fermín fic ever🥹✨🫶🏼 Hope you'll like this, please let me know, feedback is really important to me!

By Your Side -F.L32

Summary: You're his fitness trainer but he wants you to be something more

You were dreaming. You felt like you were even though you knew you weren't. Dreams do come true. You remember crying when you graduated with honors at School of Physical Activity and Sport Sciences, but you cried even more knowing that the FC Barcelona wanted you to do your internship with them after creating a customized training program.

Not only you got to met your favorite players, you got to work with them and be part of your favorite club, being someone important in the team and for them to take your words and opinions into consideration. To ask you questions, guides on how to be better, how to work out to avoid an injury...

However, being young and female, people- mostly men, liked to make fun of it. Why would a girl be doing in a men's world? Thank heavens, your club supported you and praised you for your hard work and mostly, the ones who were doing it were the players. You had to be constantly around them, making a diet, doing a program, training and everything...

So it wasn't hard for you to get along with them and mostly with the younger ones like Ferran, Pedri, Lamine, Marc G, Gavi, Alejandro and Fermín. You joked with them and had a running joke with each one, your banter only understandable by you guys.

On the other hand, crushing over one of the players? Now, that wasn't on your list but you couldn't help it, he's sweet and funny, shy and aggressive, soft outside the pitch and hard inside, he's very intelligent and hardworking, treating you right in and outside work.

You sighed watching his name in your list. Fermín López.

And a small smile broke into your face.

There was one thing everyone understood but you. Fermín's crush on you. He didn't meant it. You are pretty, yes. But once he got to know you his attraction for you went more than just looks. Every time he spent with you, he fell more for you. And everyone knew it. And often he got teased by it.

Whenever you passed by, stopped to talk or even when your name was mentioned in a conversation, the tables would turn and the teasing would get to him, making him shake his head at his friends and coworkers while hang his head low for no one to see the obvious blush that covered his cheeks.

"Pero pídele una cita, chaval" (Ask her out on a date, dude) Ferran said hitting Fermín's shoulder

"¿Podréis parar un poco?" (Can you stop for a little bit?) Fermín said looking at both, Ferran and Lamine

"Venga, Trujillo" (C'mon, Trujillo) Pedri appeared in his other side "You never know if she wants it, as well"

"She's just our fitness trainer tho. I wouldn't want her to end up in a mess just because I like her"

"You never know what can happen, Fer" Ferran said patting his back "The worst thing could be her ending up fired" All the looks went to Ferran "What?"

"Tiburón, mejor no hables" (Shark, it's better if you don't talk) Pedri said shaking his head at his best friend's antics

"Bueno... That's a posibility" Fermín said sighing

"I mean, it is. But it doesn't have to be like that"

"Sorry the interruption" You said "Pedri, you're doing it wrong" You smile "No wonder why you get easily injured" You joke shaking your head softly

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm fragile!" You stopped smiling giving him the right instructions

"Leg pulled out completely and chin up, go now" You said before turning to Fermín "Your back, señor" You said straightening your back to show him "Good!" You smile "Keep the work, guys"

"Gracias, Y/N/N" He said in a breath as you smile at him

They saw how you went up to Gündogan and Cancelo who were doing push-up's.

"Stop drooling" Lamine said as both, Ferran and Pedri laughed as Fermín wanted to stop what he was doing and hit the back of the youngest head

"Si queréis, la próxima lo gritas más fuerte" (If you want, next time you scream it louder) Fermín said

"I can do that" The youngest didn't catched on Fermin's sarcasm

"And if he can't, we for sure can" Raphinha said with Jules besides him

"No ustedes también, por favor" (Not you too guys, please) Fermín said putting his head on his hands

"What's going on?" Frenkie says drying his face with a towel

"Fermín's crush on Y/N"

"Right! Are you going to tell her?" Frenkie asks winning a groan from him and a round of laughter from the guys

"Can you at least keep it down, guys? By the end of the routine she'll know about it"

"Is it a good or a bad thing?" Robert, who now joined to conversation, asked. Fermín let out a sigh when he saw you walk out the training room

"A very bad one"

"Why?"

"Because she's our fitness trainer and she could get in trouble?"

"Everyone knows you're friends outside this place with her and no one is commenting a thing on it-"

"As they should" Fermín said nodding his head

"So I don't think they'll say something if you ask her out on a date" Robert shrugged his shoulders

"But what if-?"

"Stop with that, you never know what might happen if you never try it" Araújo says with a smile "Besides, she might as well like you"

"And then you'll be a happy couple" Marc Casadó said

"Happy ever after, isn't it?" Oriol joked making everyone laugh and Fermín blush

"Stop guys" He said standing up from the machine "I'll be going"

"You can do it!"

"Good luck, chaval!" Gündogan yelled being followed by everyone

Once Fermín was out the training room, he pushed his weight onto the door, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He loved his co-workers, teammates and his friends to death but dear god-

"Hola Fermín"

"¡Puta madre!" (Fuck's sake!) Fermín yelled out startled and startling you as well

"Hostias, I know I don't look good in my work clothes but it's not like that"

"No! No. You look great! You look great, believe me. I just didn't expect it" You laugh lightly seeing him worried

"I was kinda joking, Trujillo. Calm down" He blushed smiling at the nickname while you laughed softly

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"You're blushing"

"I'm sweaty, that's why" You both laugh as he tries to calm himself down

"Sure, of course" You nod giggling

"Pero que tú tambien estás sonrojada" (But you're also blushing)

"It's hot today!"

"Such a liar you are!" You laugh sticking your tongue out

"But in all seriousness... are you feeling okay? I saw you coming out from the room and you looked anxious. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, everything is fine! I'm just overthinking some things" You nod

"I gotcha" You said crossing your arms over your chest "You wanna talk about it?"

Fermín looks at you and frowns "Don't cross your arms like that"

"Over my chest?" He nods "Why?"

"You instantly frown and your smile disappears. You're prettier while smiling" You blushed and smiled

"You're distracting me from your problem"

"That's my problem"

"I'm being serious"

He giggles "So am I" He says shrugging his shoulders

"Fermín"

"¿Qué?" He laughs

"I'm serious"

"I'm not having any problem, Y/N" He smiles "It was mainly just some things, the guys were saying"

"What did they say?"

"It was some teasing but it's a pretty serious thing for me and I get them but I don't think they get me"

"You can tell me, you know? I'm always here to help you"

"It's a complicated theme"

"I can understand"

"I'm okay, Y/N"

"C'mon, Fer. I know we're at work right now but we're friends. You can tell me anything"

Fermin sighs "It's really complicated"

"I have time" Fermín smiles shaking his head "Is it about football?" He shakes his head "College?" No again "Family?" No "A girl?" He doubts lightly before shaking his head "It's a girl"

"No"

"Don't lie, López" He smiles looking at the floor

"I like this girl, I have been crushing on her for the longest time possible but I'm afraid because of some things"

"What things?" You ask

"Her job first of all and what people can say about that"

"Is that just it?"

"I'm also afraid she doesn't like me back"

"How could anyone not like you, Fer? You're amazing. Come on, tell me more about this girl" You start walking

"Where are you going?"

"We're gonna have a talk, Fermín!"

"Wait...!"

He ran after you as you got to your office "Get ready, I want details"

Fermín looked at you as you were picking up some papers and making your office more presentable than it was already

Suddenly he felt his blood running through his whole body and remembered every teasing the guys made

"You need a tissue, man. You have drool on your chin", "Go ask her out", "Training with more passion are we now, huh Fer?"

"The girl" You hum letting him know to continue "The girl I'm talking about..." You lift your head to see him "It's you"

"You say what?"

"I like you" He said nodding "But I'm scared because you're our fitness trainer and I don't want to cause you any kind of problem. I don't want people to judge you nor your well deserved spot on this team and I have been into you ever since you came here 'cus you're gorgeous, sweet, smart, funny and many things that I wouldn't be able to describe with words" He shrugs his shoulders with a soft smile "But I don't know..." He said looking at the floor as you smiled

"Really?" He nods

"I'm sorry if-"

"That's a good thing to know then" you cut him off "'cus I like you too"

"Really?" His head lifts, his eyes shine and in his face was a smile

"Yes" You said blushing by the intensity of the eye contact held between the two of you

"That's amazing!" You both laugh "I'm sorry"

"It's fine, Fer. It's okay"

"Would you... Uhmm... I don't- I mean... Would you like to go with me on a date?" You smile nodding

"Sure" You smile "Is 7pm good for you?"

"Yes! Yes, of course! It works for me" He smiles and giggles. You smile back. "Do you want me to pick you up?" You nod

"That's perfect!"

"Perfect" He breathed out with a smile

"Great"

"Great" You laugh

"¡Fermín! ¡You're missing one repetition!"

"Not to kick you out but you should go" You said as he nods laughing

"I should"

"And go there jogging. You stopped excercising a while ago I wouldn't like for you to get a cramp"

"Yes, miss" He smiled getting out of your office.

You stayed there looking at your door. Damn, your cheeks hurt for smiling so much. But it was something he gets out of you easily. He makes you happy.

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[smicksstuff]

Hi! I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if you are can you please write something for Marc Guiu where reader graduates high school and he goes to her graduation, gives her flowers and stuff, kinda fluffy.

This is my fisrt time requesting something, so sorry and thank you in advance 🫶🏻

Class of ‘24

pairing: yn x marc guiu (smau)

the one where they graduated…..

high school is finally over…… whats next ?

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credits: all pictures are found from pinterest and instagram

a/n: thank you for reading this far!! If you have any one-shot scenarios send them to me!! I would love to try and recreate them for you ◡̈

[judebelle]

reader playing for the females Barca and during a game where halfway through a game she hurt her knee or got injured and is torn because she was the youngest of the team! And Pedri getting worried and the guys have to calm him down after seeing you get out on the stretcher! Ty <3

your pain is my pain - p.g. x reader

a/n : keep these creative reqs comingg!!!

cw : swearing, angst, injury, fluff

wc : 1.6k

pairing : pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

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the spotlight shone down on you. as the game unfolded, your exceptional speed and agility became the focal point of the match, captivating the audience with your electrifying bursts of speed across the field.

with every stride, you showcased an impressive combination of skill and determination that left spectators in awe. in the blink of an eye, you skillfully maneuvered past defenders, leaving your opponents astonished in your tracks.

as you approached the goal, the anticipation in the stadium reached an all time high. in a swift and calculated move, you ripped a powerful shot that soared past the goalkeeper, finding its place in the back of the net.

the crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating not only the goal but also the extraordinary talent of you, y/n l/n.

running towards the corner flag, your fingers drew together in the shape of goggles before your brought them up to frame your eyes. you stood in front of the crowd, dedicating your goal to your boyfriend, pedro.

the crowd chanted your name as your teammates jumped up on your shoulders, arms, back, shoving you left and right in congratulations. you gave one last look to the v.i.p. stands above. pedro blew you a kiss and cheered for you.

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you were nearing the halftime whistle, and aitana had struck the ball towards you. her perfectly executed pass met your quick feet as you travelled up the pitch.

the crowd roared as you sprinted faster and faster, struggling to keep up with your own legs.

however, the cheers in the stadium quickly turned to shouts of concern as you were tackled by an opposing defender. with a loud yelp, sure to have been caught by the microphones on the sidelines. you suddenly grimaced in pain and crumbled to the ground.

the whistle blew, and the passionate energy from the fans was overshadowed by a hushed silence.

medical personnel rushed to your side as you clutched your knee in agony. you rolled side to side with gritted teeth and eyes shut tight. the atmosphere in the stadium became somber. you felt a cooling spray touch the burning skin of your knee while your teammates surrounded you. some medics moved you and lifted you off the cold hard turf. you were laid on a stretcher.

as you were carefully transferred off the field, you rested your palm over your eyes to block the inescapable sun. you continued to hiss softly in pain on your journey off the pitch.

tears collected in your eyes before the sunlight slowly disappeared and you were rushed through the tunnel.

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pedro's eyes were fixed intently on the field as he witnessed the intense battle between your team and the opponents. you had been weaving through the defenders with exceptional agility, showing off your determination on the pitch.

the crowd roared with excitement as you made a breakthrough, but the thrill turned to dread in an instant. an opposing defender executed a fierce tackle, sending you sprawling to the ground with an audible yelp.

pedro's heart clenched as the distressing sound rang in his ears. "shit." he whispered before he leapt to his feet, unable to contain the surge of worry that washed over him. his barcelona teammates and close friends, sensing his escalating anxiety, rushed to his side.

"hey, pedro bro, she's tough, she'll be okay," reassured pablo, placing a calming hand on pedro's shoulder.

"yeah, remember that time she sprained her ankle and came back even stronger?" added fermin, attempting to offer words of encouragement.

but pedro's eyes remained glued to the field, the drama unfolding before him. each passing moment felt like an eternity, growing concern and worry etched on his face. not even the reassurances and comforting gestures of his friends managed to anchor him down.

if he was able to run onto the pitch to see you, he would've been by your side already.

he watched as you were stretchered off. your hand was covering your eyes, but he could make out the pained expression on your face. pedro felt the air knock out of his lungs at the sight of it.

"y/n!" he called out hopelessly, knowing no matter what he did, you were still hurt. he rushed out of the stands, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me' whenever he could.

cameras were pointed at him now, but he couldn't care less. all he needed was to be by your side. his feet quickly moved as he descended the stairs of the stadium.

with that, he ran into the tunnel to follow you, urgency written on his features.

he followed the men wheeling you towards a room before a nurse shut it and turned to him in surprise.

"sir, you can't be here right now-"

"i need to see her, please. is she okay? what happened?" his chest heaved from both running to try to see you and the worry settling in his heart.

the woman looked down in guilt before mumbling. "i'm very sorry sir, it looks quite serious. you'll have to wait out here until she's checked up and possibly operated on. it might take a while, are you sure you want to-"

"yes! yes, its fine. i'll sit here." he felt bad for cutting her off again, but it was like tunnel vision. the only thing on his mind was you.

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it felt like years had passed before the door had creaked open and a nurse came out.

pedro was slouched in the same chair he sat in. she had a soft smile on her face which soothed his raging thoughts.

his back straightened and his head perked up, hoping that he would be allowed to see you.

"she's been asking for you, sir. you can go in now" she spoke, her smile reached her eyes as his eyes lit up.

"thank you."

pedro quickly raised himself up off the chair and hurried towards the door after shooting the nurse a thankful look.

he pushed the door open to see you laying on a hospital bed. you were changed out of your kit and into a gown, and your leg was slung up off the bed with a cast on your knee.

pedro took notice to the two crutches waiting for you against the wall beside you.

"jesus.." he uttered, eyes scanning over your frame on the bed, circles under your eyes. a heartbeat monitor was beeping steadily beside you and it was driving him mad.

he quickly ushered over beside you and engulfed your cold hand in his. he noticed your eyes didn't light up the way they usually did as his thumb rubbed over yours.

he didn't know what to say. he couldn't ask you 'what's wrong?', because that was idiotic. obviously you were upset, but there was something heavier lingering in the air.

without warning, you blurted out,

"i tore my acl. i'm out for the rest of the season."

as soon as the blunt words left your mouth, tears entered your eyes. you bit your lip as if saying that sentence physically hurt you. of course it did. football was your life. it hurts to have something you are so passionate about be stolen from you so fast.

pedro knew how it felt. he had just come back to barcelona after two months because of an injury. of course, he knew he would return after a short while. his injury wasn't as career threatening as yours. players don't usually come back in the same form after any acl injury, let alone tearing it fully.

"ai, mi pobre chica..." (ai, my poor girl...)

he kissed his teeth and his free hand went to gently stroke your face, moving your baby hairs out of the way.

his eyes were a soft reflection of yours, as if he was the one laying in this bed.

you finally let the tears escape, choked sobs escaping from your chapped lips. his hand left your face and joined the other to completely grasp your shaking ones.

"dont cry, mi amor. it will be okay. it will all work out in the end."

pedro's attempts to console you were banished in the sorrow of the small room and the soft beeping of your heart monitor.

but they were forgotten when he saw the tears stream down your cheeks and the pained expression etched onto the face he loved so dearly.

his attempts to console you disappeared when he felt his own warm tears dripping down his jaw and onto the hands that held onto yours tightly.

he didn't usually cry, but something about seeing you do so so hopelessly when he knew he couldn't soothe your pain hurt him.

maybe it was the fact that he played the sport as well, and knew how much it hurt. he could empathize with you and could resonate with the pain that you felt.

maybe it was because you were the first person he truly cared for, and witnessing you lose something so precious to you was like mourning the loss himself.

or maybe it was because his love for you ran so deep it seeped into his bones and into the fibre of his being.

every ache you felt, he carried within himself, your shared sorrows silently uniting your hearts in an unyielding bond.

he felt his breath hitch when your hands stopped squeezing his, falling unresponsive in a dejected trance.

he pried open his lips, the ones that so eagerly wanted to connect with yours. his voice shook,

"your pain is my pain."

[moonpedri]

does he know.

summary: you love gavi and you're happy in your relationship with him. but for some reason you're the moth and pedri, his best friend, is the flame that pulls you in.

pairing: pedri x reader

genre: angst, smut and a sprinkle of fluff

warnings: cheating (we do not support!), phone s*x, masturbating, mentions of genitals lmao, cursing

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this idea came to me months ago when i heard the song 'moth to a flame' by the weeknd while working lmao. and when you work in retail, you have a lot of time to think :D. i do not condone cheating in any way, i think it's vile and disgusting, but 🫣😵‍💫 i couldn't help myself with this one. enjoy!!<3

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"Hey, everything alright, sugar?"

You hiccup, "N-no. Can you come over?"

"Be there in 10." He hangs up immediately, giving you no time to even thank him. You take a look at your phone again. Your vision is blurry with tears in your eyes.

The call lasted a record time of 7 seconds. That's how long it took for you to convince him to come over. The occasion was usually a different one, but you needed his comfort more than anything right now.

You look at the contact picture, Pedri was smiling at the camera. No, he was smiling at you. The thought alone puts a smile on your face as well, but the events only hours ago catch up to you and you almost break out into tears again.

You and Pablo fought, and you normally never do. Dating Pablo Gavi was no easy task, but you loved the challenge. You loved how easy it was with him sometimes and how difficult it could get too. That's what made a relationship a relationship.

He treats you right and you feel incredibly loved by him. Maybe that's why it irked you the wrong way when one of his female friends got a little too close to him today, when your mutual friend group went mini-golfing. It only got worse when he reciprocated her actions.

"It's actually super easy, just hold the handle this way.", he explained to her, all the while you stood behind them, seeing red. She was shamelessly oggling at his biceps in front of you. In a fit of jealousy, you decided to just ignore him the entire rest of the day. Looking back at it, you may have spoiled the mood for everyone but you didn't care. You could have made a scene as well and ruined the fun straight upc but you decided to do it silently instead. Which again, was absolutely stupid, because just telling Pablo would have done the job.

He's a sweetheart, you know he never meant it that way. He never looses his temper with you either, he just calmly listens to you and talks to you; both of you finding a compromise to the problem - that's just how things between you two worked.

And that makes everything so much worse, because today he did lose his temper with you. He screamed at you, and you screamed back. Mean things where exchanged inside the car. You really don't want to know what a sight you two made.

It ended with him pulling over, after you yelled at him to stop the car. You slammed the door shut and stormed off, expecting him to follow you. He never did. Instead he raced off, leaving you in the dust.

In retrospect, you did it to yourself. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt though.

The way home took you a little more than 30 minutes and once you were inside, the tears began flooding down your face.

You hated feeling like this and you hated the fact that it was your own fault even more. You tried calling Gavi multiple times, but he didn't answer. And after an hour, you decided to stop, it was hopeless anyways. You would have to spend this awful night alone tonight, you thought.

And if God wasn't on your side that evening, the Devil definitely was. It was as if he was right by your sight, whispering sinful words into your ear. And foolishly, you listened to him.

You decided to call Pedri.

It sounds wrong, and maybe it is, but it certainly never felt that way with him. Risqué, you would describe the relationship you two have. At least that's what you always told Pedri; you liked the way the word sounded. A little french, no?

He's your boyfriend's best friend. They're teammates and Pablo told you multiple times that he even considers him a brother.

A brother you secretly slept with.

In your defense, you met him and slept with him before you and Pablo were even talking to each other. It was useless though, because you continued.

You didn't mean for it to happen, but like bananas turn to the sun and moths to a flame, you turned to Pedri.

If you're the moth, then Pedri is the flame that pulls you in and burns you. But he never lets it come so far, because he always pulls back before you can burst into flames.

This thing between you and Pedri started about a year ago, months before you even knew Pablo.

You met coincidentally one day at a match of his. Your little brother was a huge FC Barcelona fan and you gifted him front-row tickets for his 12th birthday.

They won that day and some of the players decided to sign autographs and take pictures with their loyal Culers.

Pedri was one of them.

Your brother squealed when the 19 year old football player was near you. He signed his jersey with a chuckle. "You're my idol, Pedri! Thank you so much.", your brother said politely, the excitement in his voice very evident.

"Thank you, big man. Your support helped a lot today.", Pedri said gratefully.

He looked at you then and you had admit that in person he looked even better. His big brown eyes worked like hypnosis on you and the sun did nothing to hide his beautiful tan either.

It seemed like he wanted to sign your shirt as well. You wanted to decline, you didn't need his sign but your brother beat you to it.

"My sister thinks you're handsome."

To this very day you don't know if you should thank him for introducing Pedri into your life or be angry at him for humiliating you like that in front of him.

Pedri's eyes widened. He turned to your brother mischievously, "Oh, is that so? Is she a fan as well or...does she just like my face?"

"Yes, but not as big as me of course. She and her friend talked about you on the phone sometimes. It's sooo annoying." Your brother complains nonchalantly, like Pedri was his best-bud and they just catch up with each other.

You grab your around your little brother's head and pull it close to your side, hushing him, "Anyways, good game.", you tell Pedri with a wide smile. You make a move to just leave, when Pedri holds up his pen.

"Let me sign your shirt."

You press your lips together but give in eventually, hoping that he'll just quickly move on to his other fans. He bids you goodbye with a wink and a ruffle to your brothers head.

It's only later at home that you realized that he left his phone number on your shirt. You still have it stowed away in the safety of your closet. And it will probably stay there forever.

You texted Pedri the next day. After all you couldn't come off as too easy, right?

Talking with him came easy. Conversations flowed like water and the topics just never stopped. It felt good to be with him, you felt like yourself. He listened to your every word and he made you feel special.

The two of you dated around for 5 months. You would lie if you said that these months weren't one of the most beautiful times of your life so far, but also the most hurtful ones.

Pedri travelled a lot with you, spoiled you rotten to no end and the sex(!!!). You genuinely liked his presence.

You wore your heart on your sleeve, you practically gave it to him. You two acted like a couple, like you were utterly and completely in love.

Maybe you were. Maybe it was just your imagination, because a guy showed so much interest in you for the first time.

But you two were never officially together.

Pedri never asked you to be his girlfriend. He always brought you everywhere, yet he never introduced you as his special someone.

You still wonder if Pedri never felt anything for you. Why he hesitated so much. It broke your heart, when you told him one day that you had enough. Of course he immediately understood what you meant. And the little hope you had of him finally making the last step, diffused when he said nothing more. He didn't fight for you, he let you go.

It hurt you, but for some reason it didn't break you like you initially thought it would. In fact, you and Pedri still stayed in contact. You befriended some of his friends in the time you two dated, it would've been awkward. And like you mentioned, being with Pedri was easy.

If you two could be lovers, then you definitely can be friends as well.

Things between you ended in September. In November you met Gavi.

It came a bit to a surprise to you, the wound didn't completely heal yet and Gavi was a year younger than you; you didn't go for younger guys. But Pablo was gentle, he put a band-aid over it and in January the two of you started dating.

That's also when things between you and Pedri started to become...different. In the time between the break-up and the start of your new relationship, he treated you like a good friend would. Pedri made you feel at ease and less hurt over the whole ordeal. He never hinted at anything more. The moment your relationship became public though, he started acting odd.

Suddenly he was everywhere. He stood and sat next to you whenever your little group of friends met. When you were at the beach, his eyes practically undressed you behind his shades. When you watched their training sessions, he lingered by your side too long.

No one noticed because you and Pedri always got along. You were friends. Only some knew that there may have been more, but no one knew for sure - especially not Gavi.

The real culprit however was you. Because all the while, you never said anything. You never rejected Pedri, you did nothing to push him away. It was just not in you to do that. Like it was coded in your DNA.

The cheating however started with a call one night. In a state of boredom you decided to browse through your gallery and organize it, when you stumbled across old pictures of you and Pedri.

In one you were cuddling, in the next one you were kissing. The pictures got gradually more indecent and you couldn't help but think back to when you took them. You laid on your back, naked cleavage only slightly visible. Sweat collected itself on your hairline. Next to you was Pedri, sucking on your neck, only the back of of his head visible.

You swiped right. Another intimate picture, but this time it was a mirror selfie. Not much was visible thanks to the curtains that dimmed the room, but you sat on top of him. Your nipples perked up. Pedri's hands grabbed onto your hips harshly, his head was tilted back.

You remember taking this picture very well. Pedri always said he didn't like taking them, he complained when you took this very one. In hindsight you believe he did. He posed so well on camera, you know he must have enjoyed it secretly.

You also remember how good he felt inside of you. He always managed to find the right spot to make you squeal and squirm around, stretching your cervix in all the right ways.

Heat began building up in your lower area and you couldn't help but lower your hands under your pants. The moment you cupped your vulva, goosebumps spread all over your body. It's been a long time since you touched yourself.

Being horny alters something in your brain. All at once, you can't think rationally. Essentially, you just think with your fucking dick. It just overcomes you - like a switch.

Rationally thinking you should have called your boyfriend. One look at the picture on your phone told you that that wasn't what you wanted.

A few taps later and the phone rings.

"__. It's one in the morning, is everything okay?", he answers the phone. The sleepiness in his voice was evident.

"Yeah, I just-.", a sigh escapes your mouth. Your ring finger touched around the entrance of your vagina and you can't even formulate a proper sentence. Nothing that you did right now was morally right, it was absolutely impromper. You didn't know how you were going to explain your late night call to Pedri either.

But he knew you so well. He recognized the tone in your voice immediately.

"__", his voice was hoarse. It did nothing to ease your pleasure, no, it only worsened it. "I think you got the wrong number."

"No, I don't.", you retorted.

He sounded troubled, "You should call Pablo. You shouldn't hav-"

"No, I wanted you.", you say as you add another finger to circle around your vagina. You're so wet already and so sensitive. A moment of silence passes and you press your thighs together. You didn't have the time to argue around.

Something needed to be done.

"I just found an old picture of us in my phone. You know, the ones in bed you didn't like. And I just remembered,", you closed your eyes, "I just, Pedro please do something."

You heard him shuffle on the other end.

"Fuck, what are you doing right now?"

And so he joins your little spiel.

You opened your legs and started rubbing your clitoris, "Touching myself."

"Where?"

Pedri's voice, now a lot more demanding, was still raspy from sleep and you began rubbing a bit faster. "My clit. Wish it was you", you croaked out. You started getting louder.

Pedri curses, "M'getting hard. Fuck."

You imagined what he must look like right now, lying in his bed, pants pulled down and stroking his dick desperately. You whimpered at the thought.

You loved his dick.

Honestly penises never really appealed to you objectively; they're ugly. They definitely felt better than they looked and if someone asked, you wouldn't say they were a man's nicest body part. You still liked them though.

Pedri, however, had one of the prettiest ones you have ever seen (not that you saw many). Everything from his girth to his tip to his color was so perfect. You loved sitting between his legs, crawling at his muscular thighs, while his dick was in your mouth.

A moan escaped your mouth, "Your cock always felt so good. So pretty."

You wondered if Pedri imagined you naked as well. If his thoughts were as filthy as yours were. Surely, they must have been. "Fuck, baby, I thought about your pussy so much."

"Yeah?"

"Hmm, always so good for me. No one compares."

You could here the slick sound of him pumping his dick through the phone, it was lewd. So dirty and so wrong, but you never felt better.

Rubbing your clit was not enough anymore, you needed your fingers inside of you. The sound filled your entire bedroom and you held the phone closer between your legs. "Pedro.", you moan his name. You wanted him know how he made you feel, how your body reacted just at the thought of him.

"You sound so wet, princess, just for me?"

"Yes, only you." You started kneading your boob too, imagining it to be his hand instead. "Ahh.", you cry as you hit that special spot. Pedri always managed to find it. May it be with his dick, his fingers or, your favorite, his tongue - hot and wet. He made you feel things you didn't think a human could feel.

The call didn't go on for long. You taunted and teased each other for only a little longer. Words became more slurred until the only thing left was the lewd sounds of you two moaning and whimpering into each other's ears.

You were close. Your fingers were still rapidly pushing back and forth, until everything came to a halt. You couldn’t breathe.

Your back archs backwards and your fingers were clutching at the sheets, as heat overcame your body and your orgasm washed over you. You're vaguely aware of Pedri grunting into the phone as well - too lost in your own pleasure.

And then it slowly fades away.

Suddenly you're hyper-aware of everything, as your consciousness trickled back. Your chest heaves up and down heavily.

You stared at the ceiling, guilt starting to consume you all of a sudden. You felt horrible, to say the least.

Pedri must have felt the same way, you believed. Heavy breathing was the only thing you heard on his end, when you spoke up, "Don't get me wrong. This was...amazing.", you started, searching for words. "But Pablo can't know. This shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry, I don't know what overcame me."

It took Pedri a moment to answer your word-vomit. "It's fine,__. There are always two involved, right? Let's just forget about it." The guilt in his voice was evident too, Gavi was his best friend after all.

You thought that settled it. A one-time mistake.

One time turned to two times and two times turned to multiple more calls at night, sometimes while Pablo slept next to you.

You kept the pictures of you two, and your boyfriend's bed was not the only bed you have spent your night at anymore. And he wasn't the only one spending his nights in yours either.

Just like right now.

The ringing of the doorbell rips you out of your thoughts. Pedri actually manages to be at your door in 8 minutes.

He engulfes you in a hug the moment he sees your tear-struck face. "Talk to me, what happened?", he mumbles against your hair.

You sit on your bed when you tell him of your fight with Pablo. Your stupidity that ruined everything. Pedri sits and listens intently to your worries. Occasionally he caresses your hand or hair.

"I didn't think he would get so angry with me.", you sob.

Pedri smiles at you with warm eyes. In a moment of weakness you think about what would have happened if you stayed with Pedri. Would Pedri have acted the same way?

"W-Would you have done the same?"

The question lingers in the air for a moment. You can't blame yourself for asking. Not right now, when you feel so powerless. And you can't blame Pedri for his silence either. After all, the lines are blurred already, he has to be careful with his words.

"I don't know. Probably not.", he says.

Pedri knows you good enough by now. The look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to. You were like an open book to him.

You insinuated at more, at something possible in the future. One word and you'll be his. But he shuts you down. "He's good for you.", he says then. "I see the way he makes you feel, he truly loves you,__. You deserve that. Don't worry."

He tells to you stay with Gavi; he looks you dead in the eye, while saying it. It annoys you a bit that after all this time, he still behaves the same. But he is aware of that. Because when you need him, he's always just one call away. That's all he is and may ever be.

And Pedri knows, that you are loyal to him. Your heart lies with him; in his arms.

He looks at your vulnerable state, at your glossy eyes watching him. Oh yes, your heart truly lies with him.

Like a moth to a flame, he pulls you in. And like a flame, he's fickle but destructive. And once the moth gets too close to him, it burst into flames.

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© moonpedri - DO NOT copy, translate or post my work anywhere without my permission!

[didishawn]

Pedri and Gavi threesome with reader? 🤍

Locker room schemingans (Pedri x Reader x Gavi) smut

Warnings: Gavi catches you both in the locker room

Masterlist

It's late, Gavi had stayed back for some extra training, Pedri too, but the Canarian had long since left for a shower, mumbling something about his girlfriend waiting for him.

Gavi's muscles are tight as he walks to the locker room, he is exhausted, just in need of a very long shower before probably calling an Uber or something to get home -he really should get his driving license soon he thinks.

The door is ajar, and for one moment he feels as if struck with luck if Pedri hasn't left yet.

But when he opens the door to the room, he stays frozen on his feet.

He hears the clear sound of skin slapping over the low sound of the shower going off, he hears moans -both male and female, meaning he didn't just catch his friend jerking off.

Gavi knows he should leave, let his friends and his girlfriend finish whatever was going on in that stall, but he doesn't, your moans are like a siren's singing, calling him in, his steps are as silent as he can, being lured in, he stands right next to the stall you are both in.

Youe moans are clearer now, he sees the back of Pedri's head as the shower is open both on the top of the bottom, a door hiding the true spectacle, only Pedri's legs are, seen, meaning yours are around his waist.

You are begging for your boyfriend, you face now visible to the younger midfielder, eyes closed and mouth wide open, Pedri's lips attached to your neck, your nails digging into his back, the other boy is groaning, your body rocking against his rough thrusts, the two of you giggle, you smile.

Your eyes open, meeting Gavi's, you curse, hitting his friend so he too sees the younger boy.

Gavi expects Pedri to punch him, curse him, break off their friendship, he doesn't expect him to grin at him, he looks proud, inviting even, Gavi doesn't know what to do, but with a nod accepts whatever his friend is offering him -and so do you, when your boyfriend mutters the proposal into your ear, and you nod, soft smile on your face.

Gavi had never thought being inside you would feel so good under the watchful gaze of your boyfriend.

Because yeah, it might make him a bad friend, but he has dreamed of fucking you, how could he not? His friend's totally hot, totally cool girlfriend that looks so pretty bouncing on his cock.

Neither of you have the control, that one falls on Pedri, like the director of an orchestra, everything goes his way. He is the one who sets the pace, it's his hands that are on your waist moving you up and down lips on your neck leaving property marks, he is the one in control, the one that let this happen at all as he cruely reminds Gavi with the look on his face.

It's him who allows Gavi to suck on your pretty tits, who let's him see you in all his glory -something so many of his teammates have dreamed about, and for what he has heard, something Ferran already had the pleasure to see.

It's him who allows the irregular rut into you, who let's Gavi taste you pretty lips, the memory of it all forever engraved in his mind.

It's him who pushes you harder, a rougher pace, faster too, gets you both closer, plays with your clit, touches all the right buttons he knows make you see white, he has you tightening on Gavi, already so sensitive ti everything, even the smallest of things have him moaning out, how you caress his chest, his abs, nails digging into his back, lips teasing his neck, over his mouth, teasing words over the red tone on his cheeks and down his chest, his abs clenching as he fucks up into you.

He is close, so are you, he can feel, bit once again, it's Pedri who must leave him cum, the same goes to you, his pretty thing as Gavi sees him whispering sweet nothings into you ear as his fingers quicken on your clit.

It's Pedri who finally let's you both cum, Gavi filling you up, marking you just this one time as his, having you moan out his name, whines of "Pablo" filling up the air as you both gasp for air.

It's Pedri who dresses you up, who makes the promises of repeating the whole thing on the future, you both leaving, Gavi is left behind feeling as if he just came out from a dream.

But what a dream.

[gavisuntiedboot]

Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Tinder is not a great place to look for boyfriends, but neither is the workplace.

Gavi x Physiotherapist! reader. Slow burn. I can't make things fast he's gotta work for it. Smut? Not in this part but maybe eventually.

A/N: Hi everyone! Not super new on Tumblr but I have never been brave enough to post a fic despite my constant maladaptive daydreaming about imaginary scenarios. The stress of being sick and not wanting to write my personal statement have lead me to actually write this and post it online. Please be nice, hope you enjoy!

Song inspo: Just Pretend - Bad omens

Writing inspo: Plot inspired by @zeegaazeegaah and their amazing Gavi x physiotherapist imagine. Other inspirational accounts will be tagged at the end.

TW: None

Word count: 4.8K

"So what do you do?"

y/n hated this question. Even being asked for nudes might be preferable to being asked about her job. y/n had been on 12 first dates since moving back to Barcelona, and without fail every one of them had been ruined by this simple question. She considered lying - she could pass as a student or a waitress or even a model (ok maybe not a model): there were literally thousands of jobs she could pretend to have. But, being the idiot hopeless romantic that she was, she decided to be honest with the man across from her. What if Thiago from Tinder was her soulmate? She didn't want to ruin it by lying.

"I'm finishing my sports medicine and physiotherapy certification, so I am working with one of the football clubs here to do practical training and gain experience."

"Oh that's cool! Which club? You can tell me, I know most of the 3rd and 4th tier Catalan clubs, so I'll probably know it even if it's really small."

Wow. Thiago from Tinder was an overachiever: he messed up before she even said which club she worked for, which was faster than every other man she had been out with in the last four months. y/n took a deep breath and resisted the urge to leave before confessing where she worked.

"I actually work at a pretty well known club... F.C Barca. I think you might of heard of it?" y/n watched this man's jaw visibly drop. His eyes got wide and lit up, like someone had told him he had just won a brand new car.

"You're a physio at Barca?? No way! That's my team! I think I would actually commit manslaughter if Pedri asked me to. So you get to see all the players every day? And Xavi! Have you ever spoken to Xavi? Do you know he won Spain their first world cup? You might be too young to remember. That's so amazing!"

y/n felt all the muscles in her head tense as she focused all her energy on not rolling her eyes. A fanboy. Typical. This was the most common response she got when she said her place of work out loud. 6 of the last 12 first dates had been major fanboys for the club, talking endlessly about how they would steal and kill and get on their knees for Barca. One had even been so bold as to ask if she had ever seen Lewandosky naked, to confirm if some measurements he had seen online were true. While the fans were annoying, the haters were even worse. 4 different dates had said they felt bad that she worked at a "dying club", throwing up football statistics, and going red in the face when she said she could not possibly care less about who had more Champion's League wins.

Then there were those that went out of their way to offend her. You would think that a man trying to get laid would have some more common sense. But that didn't stop one of her tinder matches from calling her a liar in the middle of a restaurant. He was still on his first glass of wine, leaning back cockily in his chair when he said that La Liga would never allow female physios to work with the first team because women couldn't "handle the intensity of football injuries." She should have gotten up and left when he said that, but he was 6'3 with a brand new Porsche, so she let him buy her dinner and drive her home before telling him that she genuinely hoped he never interacted with a female doctor ever again, even if it was to save his life.

The worst had been when she went out with Jose. He had invited her to a pretty expensive spot in central Barcelona. They were having an amazing conversation until the fated job question. She had downed a good amount of wine at that point, and wasn't as cynical about the reaction as she usually would be, so she spoke about her role with pride. Big mistake. He perked up, then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed so loudly it startled the waiter clearing plates from the nearby table. "21 years old and working as a physio for F.C Barca... Who did you have to sleep with to get that job, hm? Xavi? La Porte himself? Or maybe someone at the university? Regardless, you must fuck like a pornstar to have landed a job like that. Can't wait to try it first hand." y/n said some choice words about Jose and his micropenis, and promptly left, seeking to avoid assault charges that night.

The truth was that y/n was extremely talented at what she did. She grew up watching football with her father and brother, developing an interest in working in sports professionally. She worked herself half to death during high school to be accepted into a sports science program in the U.S. She interned with the college teams there, learning about sports injuries and treating them. She finished her program in three years, and despite programs across Europe fighting for her, she came back to Barcelona to finish her physiotherapy certification. She would be lying if she said it was just for her family and friends. The program in Barcelona advertised opportunities to work with F.C. Barca, her favorite football club since birth. It was a love she inherited from her father, as shown by all her childhood pictures in the Blaugrana uniform.

The program was harder than expected. She was one of 7 female first year students, and the only girl in her year that wanted to work with the first team. y/n was made aware that this might work to her advantage now that professional football was pushing for more female representation (in referees, coaching staff, and now on the medical team). The guys in her class either hated her guts or wanted to sleep with her (sometimes both) - it really was like legally blonde without the law.

In the middle of August, close to the beginning of the new season, all the applicants for the Barca placement were called into the university on a Sunday. Their professor introduced Dr. Gonzales, the head physiotherapist for the club. y/n started to sweat despite the air conditioning hitting her directly. She was terrified to even breathe wrong in the presence of this man.

"It's a pleasure to be here with you all today. Thank you for your hard work in submitting to fill the assistant physiotherapist position at F.C. Barcelona. Now, there have been rumors that we are hiring a student to fil this position because it is cheaper and we are broke, but I would like to assure you all now that it's not true."

The two boys in front of her snickered quietly, one whispering a "yeah right" to the other. Dr. Gonzalez looked up at the boys. "You two giggling in the back. You don't seem like the type we need at Camp Nou. You can leave now." Everyone in the room sat up straighter after that. Everyone was on military behavior, not wanting a wrong look or a chair squeak to blow their chance. "As many of you know, one of our strikers, Ousmane Dembélé, presents with consistent right hamstring tightness, leading to frequent injuries."

As Dr. Gonzalez turned to face the screen, y/n found enough bravery to pull out a pen and paper to take notes. The doctor continued to describe the player's condition, his playing style, and the current course of treatment being used. After speaking for 25 minutes (while facing the screen instead of the students), he turned around and addressed them. "Your project is to develop a continuous muscular therapy treatment for Dembélé in the next two days. The best and most cost effective method gets the job placement. You at the back," he pointed at y/n, "Smart choice to take notes. I advise you not to share."

Y/n drove home that evening checking her rear-view mirror every few seconds. The possibility of being followed by one of her classmates so they could steal her notes was low, but never zero, and so she did both of the locks tightly on the door. She sat at her computer and got to work right away. Truth be told, she felt like the whole assignment was kind of a trick. Dr. Gonzalez had told them the current treatment plan for Dembélé, which had obviously been working seeing as they kept using it. She made a few adjustments based on leg dominance and the anticipated excess strain of playing more minutes each game, and then she decided to facetime her friend Angelika while she made the PowerPoint look pretty.

"Good evening Dr. y/l/n, finally ready to ask for my hand in marriage? My parents always wanted me to marry into medicine." y/n rolled her eyes and smirked. She had met Angelika when she was living in the US through a Facebook group for Spanish students studying abroad. Ever since then, not a day had gone by where they hadn't spoken (except once when Angelika had dropped her phone into a pint of beer and couldn't get it fixed for three days).

"You know I'm ready when you are gorgeous, just send your ring size. What're you up to?"

"Nothing much, just scrolling on the internet trying to find clubs that are no cover for ladies tomorrow. You're still coming out with us right?" y/n looked away from her computer and looked at Angelika with the "I'm about to bail on plans look" that was all too familiar. "Y/n!! You cannot be cancelling plans with us again! You haven't been anywhere except your house and the university in like six weeks! People will start to think you're with child and in hiding."

"I didn't know I was the new virgin Mary." y/n quipped, trying to make her presentation equally professional and cute. "You're not, because that would require you being a virgin. I know it feels like it's growing back because you haven't looked in the direction of a man in centuries." y/n could only shake her head. It was not a lack of trying. "Well, I'm presenting to the Barca head physio Wednesday morning, so if you ever want a chance at seeing the inside of that locker room, you need to let me skip out on tomorrow."

Angelika sighed and threw herself on the bed dramatically. "Fine, but you need to be our DD and come pick us up after. Shockingly, it's really hard to order an Uber while drunk." y/n agreed to pick the girls up from the club at the end of the night, an spent the rest of the evening chatting idlily with her friend, living vicariously through the stories she told.

The following day, y/n spent all morning refining her presentation. She spent over an hour watching videos about the Barca training facility to see if there was any equipment she had overlooked in creating her treatment plan. The day progressed as normal - cleaning, cooking, practicing her presentation, watching TV on the couch. As 1am rolled around, she still hadn't received any communication from Angelika. While she was not an inconsiderate person, Angelika did have her moments where she would completely forget about the world around her: that was when she met a man who showed interest in her. Despite being gorgeous and intelligent, Angelika, like most girls in their early twenties, suffered from a condition known as "Nothing is true about me unless an attractive man says it". y/n also suffered (mildly) from this affliction, but being surrounded by weirdos all day in university had helped substantially. She knew that if she did not leave then, she would never get any sleep, and so she grabbed her car keys and headed to the address of the club that she had been sent earlier on.

She parked several blocks away from the club, and called Angelika for a record 41st time. y/n knew she wasn't going to receive an answer, so she changed into a tight satin top and a pair of heels that she always left in her car in case of emergencies (What if Joao Felix decided to take a random trip to Barcelona and she was unprepared?). She could feel the street practically vibrating beneath her as she walked towards the club. She was let in easily - it was a Tuesday night and the establishment needed female patrons. She kept close to the bar, and asked the girls working there if they had seen her friend. Once y/n pulled up a picture of Angelika, the girls laughed to one another.

"Oh yeah, she's up in the VIP section. They've dropped like 6k on bottle service already."

y/n felt the vein in her forehead start to pop out. Of course Angelika had found herself a man that would take her to the part of the club that was the hardest to get into. Especially on the night when y/n really needed to get home. Because why wouldn't that happen? She made her way over to the VIP section, where she was promptly stopped by two large bouncers, who obviously didn't believe that she just wanted to grab her friend. While standing there deciding whether she should just make Angelika order an Uber (or have this new lover order one for her), she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned around and was met by a very attractive man (boy? His age was hard to determine in the dark).

"Hey, do you need to get into VIP? Are you here alone? " "That's a really creepy question to ask a girl in a club." y/n yelled back over the thumping music. What were all these people doing out on a Tuesday? "No not like that. I can help you get in if you want." "I don't really want to get in, I just want to get my friend and leave." The man (boy?)'s eyes lit up. "Perfect! My tea- friend. My friend that I'm with is pretty drunk and the person that drove us is in VIP. I can't leave him by himself because he's kind of rowdy even when sober. Could you watch him while I go grab them?"

y/n didn't want to look too deeply into a good thing, but the offer felt suspicious. She scanned the boy (she had decided that he was young), looking for any indication that he could live up to his end of the bargain. She looked down at his feet, noticing the white Alexander McQueen sneakers. She decided that she could trust him, and if not, she was still in a public place, and someone would notice if she was being dragged out of a club kicking and screaming. She walked over to where the friend was and had to stifle a laugh. Another boy was sprawled across two high bar chairs, legs up and head rolled back. He was wearing a pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses despite it being the middle of the night and them being indoors. His white button up had the first two undone and the collar popped, like he was Pitbull in 2011. He was in a pair skinny jeans (because, as y/n discovered quickly, everyone in the world had moved on from skinny jeans except for Spanish men) and some white Dolce and Gabanna sneakers. Where were these kids getting all this money?

"Pablo! Look who I brought you! This is..." The first boy looked back at you expectantly. "y/n". "y/n! She's really great and going to take care of you while I go get Pepi so we can go home." The drunk one (now Identified as Pablo) lifted his head, and tilted the sunglasses just enough to get a good look at the girl. "Wow Angel, nice job." The first one (Angel apparently) apologized to y/n, explaining that Pablo was a "really flirty drunk" but that he was never like this sober. y/n showed Angel a picture of Angelika, and off he went back into the beast that was the club. y/n stood awkwardly by Pablo, who appeared to have fallen asleep. Suddenly, he sprung up and asked her, "so what is a pretty girl like you doing in the club by herself?"

"I'm not here to go clubbing, just picking up a friend." "You're dressed like you're going clubbing." "Right, because they wouldn't let me into the club in my scrubs." "Scrubs? You look too young to be a doctor." The music was starting to take a toll on y/n, the thumping rhythm giving her a splitting headache. "You don't look old enough to be let into the club, but everyone is full of surprises." Pablo did not take this comment well. He stood up, feeling all the blood rush to his head as he rested his weight against the bar. He pushed his glasses up his head, and looked straight at her.

This was the first opportunity y/n had to admire how gorgeous Pablo was. The glasses pushed his hair back on his head, showing off his striking eyebrows and cheekbones. His eyes were wide and glassy, making him look like a teenager who had gotten drunk for the first time. For all y/n knew, that could be the case. His nose slopped downward, a subtle bump in the bridge like it had been broken before and reset. His discontent made his bottom lip poke out, and y/n suddenly was overwhelmed by the urge to treat him like a child: make him feel better with a kiss. "I'm 18, and this isn't even my first time in a club. You want to see my ID?" Pablo had gotten much closer to her than she had expected. In her 4 inch heels, y/n was looking him straight in the eyes. He was mere inches away from her face, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and the anger of being called a child. She couldn't stop her gaze from flipping between his eyes to his pouting lips. 'This is normal,' she thought to herself. 'I'm overwhelmed because no man has been this close to me in a while. Even if my scumbag cheating ex was standing this close I would want to kiss him. I am simply in desperate need of affection.'

This internal monologue ended just as another club patron bumped into Pablo, causing him to lose balance. He put his arms around y/n and rested weight against her, head pressed into her shoulder. "I feel like dying. I shouldn't have drank that much." He muttered. She just held him there, scared that he would hit the floor if she shifted. "Then why did you keep drinking?" She asked. It couldn't hurt - in the state he was in, she would be surprised if he even remembered his name in the morning. "So my brain would be a little quieter." y/n's heart ached at the statement. However old the boy in her arms was, he was being burdened by something far beyond his age.

Before she could ask anything else, she was tapped on the shoulder by Angel, who signaled for her to follow out of the club. She put one of Pablo's arms around her neck and began shuffling through the crowd. Once they left the club, Pablo quickly separated from her to throw up on the side of the street. "At least he waited until he was off of you to do that," a male voice echoed from behind her. y/n turned around to see Angelika clinging to a tall brunet. "Thank you so much for carrying her out. I think I can take it from here." y/n said, trying to get Angelika to remove herself from the nice man. "It's ok, I can walk her to your car. It might be easier than you carrying her." y/n smiled apologetically, and turned around to the sound of Pablo continuing to wretch his guts out. She ran over to make sure he wasn't puking blood and didn't need medical attention. "Come on Pablo let's go." Angel said from the curb. "No no, don't rush him. Let him get it all out before he gets into my car. Otherwise he'll have to start taking the city bus to matches." y/n looked up at the new voice. He walked up and stood by Angel, glancing at his phone before looking up at his friend and the girl making sure he didn't die. "Thanks for looking after him. I hope he wasn't too bad, he's a tag aggressive." y/n stood there speechless. The man thanking her for taking care of his drunk friend was none other than Pedri Gonzalez, one of the young stars of F.C. Barca. He was an absolute magician with the ball, and quickly becoming a favorite in y/n's household. She wanted to let out a scream: jump up and down and tell him that she was a huge fan and ask for a picture. But she had her presentation tomorrow. The last thing she needed was to make a bad impression on the player by causing a scene. So she took a deep breath and insisted that it was no problem.

Pablo had finished puking out his guts by that point and stood up straight, gripping his head from the dizziness. "Alright hermano, time to go." Pedri said, turning his back to y/n, Angelika, and the main carrying her. "Wait." Pablo said rummaging through his pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and clumsily pulled a card from it. He turned to y/n and grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close to him. There were shouts from his friends to stop whatever he was doing, but nothing was registering in his liquor-filled brain. "y/n think's I'm a little kid, so I just wanted to show her my ID." y/n shifted her gaze from his deep eyes to the card in his hand. She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink." Pablo said, pushing a strand of hair from y/n's face before walking (wobbling) back to his friends.

y/n could not process everything going on in her head at that moment. She turned around and faced the man holding a half-asleep Angelika. "You don't play for Barca do you?" She asked, half joking and half fearful. "No. I play for Real Sociedad. I'm Martin." "Zubimendi??" "Yeah." This was too much. y/n, 7 hours before the most important presentation of her life, was surrounded by so much football royalty it made her dizzy. Martin looked like he was going to say something else, but y/n put her finger to her lips and shushed him. "Please, not another word. Just bring her to the car."

They walked silently to y/n's tiny car, Martin helping to carefully place Angelika in the back seat. "So are you the guy she was with while ignoring my calls?" "Oh no, that was my teammate Ander. He was also kind of out of it so I offered to help her out." "Why is everyone getting drunk out of their minds on a random Tuesday in August?" y/n said in frustration, causing a laugh to erupt from Martin. "It's the last week before training for the new season starts. Not a lot of opportunities to black out after this. People like to take advantage." y/n thanked Martin and got into the driver's seat. He stopped her before she drove off. "Do you think I could maybe get your number? Just to make sure you get home safe?" y/n rolled her eyes at the lame excuse for a pick-up tactic, but surrendered her phone number anyway. She drove back to her apartment with her head reeling, as she tried to rehearse her speech in her head instead of thinking of the events of the night.

The next day, y/n looked perfect. She had work her best school-approved scrubs and coat. and slicked her hair back to make her look more professional. She was in her business attire Nikes. Her note cards were neatly written and organized. She sat in the lecture hall waiting to be called on. The students would be presenting in random order. As all the student filled in to present, the tension was palpable. Everyone side-eyed each other, trying to intimidate the "competition". The door swung open and in walked the professor, as well as Dr. Gonzalez. He stood at the front podium, stern as ever, and began to speak.

"Good morning students. Thank you all for the effort you have put into the presentations you will share today. We look forward to all you assessments and insights. As the new season quickly approaches, we want the new assistant to become acclimated to the workplace quickly. Therefore, the decision about the position will be made today following the presentation." The entire room stopped breathing. "In order to do so efficiently, please welcome our other guests and evaluators, Mr. Xavi Hernandez and Mr. Ousmane Dembélé." The pair walked in, and the room engaged in the most "I wish I was dead" sounding clapping known to man. y/n started sweating profusely. If she had known that Xavi and Dembélé were going to be watching her presentation, she would have made Angelika take the Uber. Hell, she would have made her ride a Donkey back home and gotten a full night's sleep.

Dr. Gonzalez drew names for the order, and because y/n has the worst luck, she was presenting last. She did what she does best: panicked immediately. She tried to think of ways to present the information differently than the 6 students before her had. As she listened to the presentations, the more nervous she got. None of the other students had treatment plans remotely similar to hers. Antonio, one of the smartest in their batch and the presenter right before her, even suggested he get surgery.

It was time. y/n stood up at the front of the room and pulled out her slides. "Good morning everyone. Today I will be presenting my comprehensive treatment plan for player Ousmane Dembélé's right hamstring." She got through the whole thing without stuttering or having her knees give out. As she finished her last slide, she let out a sigh of relief. The hard part was over. She asked if their were questions and Xavi's hand went up. "So Miss y/n, the treatment plan presented is very similar to the one we have currently implemented, with a couple changes in training and every day life. What is the anticipated recovery time for this treatment?" Everyone else in the class had said 8-12 months. But no - of course y/n had to be differently. "6 weeks sir." "6 weeks? No one else has given a suggestion that would take less than half a year." "Yes sir, however, if you take into account the availability of daily therapy, cryotherapy, and the current play style and strain distribution, he can be on the field in 6 weeks. He might not be comfortable playing all 90 minutes each game, but that's not the same as being completely out for injury." Xavi nodded and said nothing more. That was the end of the questioning.

It took them 8 minutes exactly to decide who go the job. Dr. Gonzalez, Xavi, and Dembélé came back into the room, thanking everyone again for their hard work. "We are please to announce," Xavi started, "that we will be offering the assistant physiotherapist position for the 2022/2023 season to," he turned to Dembélé, who finished the thought, "Miss y/n y/l/n." All the men in the room turned to face y/n at once as she struggled to breathe from the shock. "We look forward to having you this season."

And that's how it happened. y/n was now the assistant physiotherapist for the first team at F.C. Barcelona during the day, and entertainment for the absolute worst men in Spain in the evenings. She left her disappointing first date with a headache and leftovers, and drove home listening to her "Maybe Love is a Social Construct" playlist. As she walked into her apartment, her phone chimed with a text notification. She let her hair down and grabbed her phone, preparing to update Angelika about the latest in the tragedy that was her love life. Instead, she had two separate text notifications.

[Unknown number]: Hey, is this still y/n's number?

[Gavi]: I need to see you urgently. Tomorrow morning 6:30 am. I'll be waiting outside your office.

To be continued...

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If you got this far, thanks for reading! I have had this idea for a long time and have been writing snippets of it down. I will continue to update whenever I can, as this really is a passion project for me (so it's ok if no one reads it).

GIF credit to @gavidaily

Huge thanks to the following for heavily inspiring me to start writing this on the internet: @missgavi @kyiiansmbappe @julianalvarez9 @milawritesstuff @leeamorgan (there are a couple others I'm forgetting)

[sports-on-sundays]

you can do one where the reader and Pedri are best friends and she ends up declaring herself to him but he says he doesn't feel the same way, so a while later she starts getting closer to one of his friends and Pedri gets jealous and realizes his true feelings feelings for the reader💓💓

make up your mind / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x female!reader - In which Pedri changes his mind.

Requested?: For sure!

Author's Note: Pedri anons 💓 Also I'm a sucker for picnic scenes; theyre my go-to when I can't think of a good setting. Send help.

This is it. This is the day. We'll sit in the sun, I'll take his hand, tell him the truth, and...

Hopefully he'll feel the same way.

As you park your car, you gradually reach out to switch off the radio and glance at Pedri, who is seated beside you. Just as you are about to say something, he flashes a grin and reaches over to switch the radio back on. With a slight chuckle, he explains, "I like this song."

You can't help but smile back. "Quevedo is your favorite." It's less of a question and more of a statement.

He agrees with a nod, turning off the radio after the song ends. "By the way, where did the idea of a picnic come from, anyway?" He opens the car door as you get out together.

What you want to say is Well, honestly, Pedri, because it's a beautiful day to admit to your handsome face in the sunshine that I'm in love with you. What you do say is: "I don't know. Just wanted to hang out with you, and I didn't have any better ideas."

You have formed a terrible habit of not saying what you're thinking to Pedri.

Today that's going to change.

As you walk alongside Pedri, swinging your arm, you let your hands brush on purpose. That doesn't stop you from blushing, so you look at your feet. You carry the blanket, and he carries the food. Finally you find a nice spot by the water, under the shade of a tree and lay down the blanket. You plop down and look up at Pedri with a playful grin. He sets the food down and sits down, criss-cross, across from you. You both kick off your sandals, and you smile giddily as you start taking out the food.

Pedri has, of course, realized your nervous excitement by now, and asks with an amused tone, "So, what is it? What's got you in such a good mood?"

A part of you desperately wants to just let it spill now, but the smarter part of you says that's not a good idea. That this isn't the best timing. You want to say, Well, Pedri, the thing that has got me in such a mood is that for years now I've been holding back my feelings for you and I've finally decided today is the day I'm just going to tell you, because I've got this hunch you might just feel the same way as I do.

Instead, you shrug. "Just a beautiful day. It's sunny, the water is beautiful, I made myself my favorite sandwich, and I'm enjoying all of it relaxing with my best friend in the shade. What is there not to be in a good mood about?"

Pedri seems to accept this answer with a nod, and replies, "Good point. It is quite lovely. I appreciate you inviting me."

You nod, and hand him the little lunch you promised you'd make him. He smiles, pleased. You grin back, watching him take a bite, and feel a little swarm of butterflies in your stomach as he congratulates. "Very good! Thanks so much for offering to bring me some lunch."

It, truthfully, is completely your pleasure. Seeing him enjoying anything you've done for him or said to him pretty much fills you with pure joy. If you could explain this to him, you would. But instead you respond with a simple, "You're welcome."

So you eat together, and as you do this, you subtly try to move closer to him. Eventually, you end up sitting side by side on the blanket, gazing at the water, legs stretched out, and sharing a gentle touch. With the meal done, you're now simply basking in the warmth of the sun.

And you know it's now or never. You swallow. It's silent. This is the time.

"Hey, uh, Pedri...?" you ask slowly, looking up toward his face.

"Yes?" he's smiling. You smile back as your eyes meet his.

You feel as confidence gradually grows in you. You swallow but say, "There's... there's something that's been on my mind for a while now. Something I've had on my mind. I've had it on my mind to tell you..."

He nods, looking slightly concerned, since you're now speaking in a softer, more serious tone.

You deeply inhale and exhale, before letting it go. You grab Pedri's hand as the words, "Pedri, I like you. Like, as more than a friend. And I have for a while now," tumble out from your mouth.

He stares. His mouth opens and closes. His face flushes. Your heart skips a beat.

Say something.

Tell me you like me back.

You watch as he swallows. He softly slips his hand out of yours. You swallow.

"Y/n... that's... I'm sorry... that's very sweet... But I'm afraid, I, uh..."

You feel a lump in your throat.

"...I'm afraid I don't feel the same way."

You cough. Stare ahead. "You... don't...?"

He speaks quickly but quietly, as though it's awkward to say, and he's trying to be gentle and honest at the same time.

No matter how much of a gentle tone he uses, nothing about that honesty can make you feel better.

"You're a lovely girl," he begins. "And I do love you, but as a friend... You're... You're like a sister to me. I've known you for years. I love spending time with you. I love you. Just... not in that way... I'm sorry."

You stand up and slip on your sandals, looking down. You can't let him see you cry over this. You need to understand. You can't let him feel bad over it, because he's done nothing wrong. He's just being honest. You wouldn't want him to pretend to like you.

You just want him to really like you.

But he doesn't.

The fact that he flat out said he sees you as a sister.

That hurts.

"Wait," Pedri says, standing up with you. He takes your arm. "I'm sorry- I-"

"It's okay," you respond. "Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong."

It was you who messed up. You shouldn't have told him. You shouldn't have been so confident that he would feel the same way.

You grab hold of the blanket, which feels too soft. And the birds' chirping is overly shrill, and the water is too loud, and its waves are terribly big. And the grass and the trees are too green, and there are ants scurrying over your feet and the blanket, and you have a mosquito bite, and there's an empty soda bottle that someone carelessly tossed into the water, now floating away. Everything that was a flawless day just moments ago has turned, suddenly, utterly dreadful.

You almost throw up that delicious lunch in your mouth.

Pedri is saying something, but you can feel tears threatening to fall.

You interrupt him and say blandly, "I think I should go now... Bye."

As you walk off, Pedri calls after you. He follows you, and he doesn't want you to go. But you tell him to leave you alone, and he does. And you get in your car, leave him there, and go home.

It's ruined. Its all messed up and awkward with Pedri. You're aware he's trying not to have it that way, but it still is, anyway.

And you're pretty sure you're not imagining that all the sudden when you hang out together, he'd prefer to have someone else with him.

Well, sometimes it's some of his friends outside of football. Sometimes, more often, it's his teammates, because you already know them. You and Pedri met because of football. You like his friends/teammates in Barcelona.

Most of the time, it's Ferran or Gavi, which makes complete sense, since those are his closest buddies on the team. They're both sweet, and you get along well with both. Ferran, perhaps, more so, for whatever reason. He's got a great sense of humor and comes up with interesting conversation topics.

That's the thing, though. You feel more inclined, when it's you, Pedri, and Ferran hanging out, to relate with and talk with Ferran, just because there's not that terrible awkwardness between you and him.

Gavi's super nice too, but usually he doesn't have much to talk to you about, and then you just end up feeling like the tag-along.

Nothing against him, though. You get it.

He just wants to hang out with his friend.

You just wish Pedri would choose one way or another. He's always inviting you, but seems to have these strict walls he's building. You get it. Maybe he's just nervous. Maybe he doesn't want to give you hope.

But really, it's your fault. If you hadn't let the stupid confession tumble out, you'd still be good, normal friends like you have been for years.

You wish Pedri would either be that good, normal friend to you like he always had, you just cut you out of his life. Then at least you'd (hopefully) just eventually move on and get over him.

But, no. Instead, he's balancing in this weird in-between place. And you hate it.

And then, one day, you get a surprising text. Ferran had your number in a group chat with a few other people, but now you're getting a private text from him.

Ferran Torres: Hey, do you want to hang out?

Me: Why are you asking me, and not Pedri?

Ferran Torres: Because this doesn't have to do with Pedri. Im wondering if you want to hang out with me.

Me: No one else with us?

Ferran Torres: I was thinking just you and I. Unless you don't think so.

You stare at the screen, unsure. What is he getting at? You wouldn't want him to think you like him any more than a friend, but at the same time, spending some time together sounds nice.

Well, you already have your heart set on Pedri, whether he feels the same or not.

But you remember when, years ago, you were first getting to know Pedri, you were considering these same sorts of things. You finally sigh, shrug, and type back,

Me: Sure. What have you got in mind?

That's just the beginning. As time goes on, you and Ferran continue to grow closer, while the whole time you and Pedri are drifting farther and farther apart. While you enjoy Ferran's friendship, it's a different dynamic compared to your relationship with Pedri. Pedri was more open and understanding, providing a sense of comfort and security. He would hold your hand, lend a listening ear, and offer advice only when requested. Ferran, on the other hand, is more of a lighthearted friend with whom you have a good time. If you encounter any difficulties, he'll ask you questions about it, or try to come up with a solution, or distract you.

It's just different.

You lost your friendship with Pedri, but gained one with Ferran. But in the end, it feels more like a loss in the end. Your heart aches for Pedri.

You're not sure how Ferran feels about you, but you're careful about boundaries. You can't let your feelings get away from you after getting your heart broken so recently.

But from Ferran's point of view? Who knows how he feels?

One day, as you walk Ferran to your car after his training, since you're planning on going for lunch somewhere, you pass Pedri. Unexpectedly, Pedris eyes meet yours. In that fleeting moment, his eyes reflect a mix of contrition, confusion, and overall just strong emotion. It's as if he carries the weight of countless questions, yet only one manages to escape his lips, spoken in the gentlest of tones, "Hey, Y/n. I understand you're busy, but... Would you mind sending me a text later, when you're free? I'd like to talk it over."

You're not sure what 'it' is, but you nod.

When Ferran questions you about it, you admit that you're not even sure what Ferran's friend meant, but you feel nervous and excited about it at the same time.

Later, in the evening, you do text Pedri, telling him you can talk now. And he immediately asks if you'd like to come over to his house for dinner.

You say yes.

He tells you when he'll pick you up.

And you spring up off the coach, a strange hyper-excitement suddenly filling you. You go to your room and fix up your hair and makeup nicely. Nicer than you usually do. But of course, you always do that for Pedri. By the time you're done, the doorbell rings. You slip on your shoes and open the door, and there's Pedri.

His hair is a little messier than usually, strands falling over his forehead, but you find that cute. In the glow of the porch light, his very dark brown eyes shine, and he looks angelic. His cheeks and lips are a light pink color, and he's clean-shaven. He wears a navy blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and black gloves on his hands. You smile. He looks so comfy! "Are you chilly?" you ask.

He smiles back. "A little... Anyway, want to come to my car?"

"Well, have you started making dinner at your house yet? Because if not, we can just stay here...?"

He nods, looking (strangely) a little relieved by this suggestion. "Yeah, I haven't started on dinner yet. Maybe we should just stay here?"

You nod, opening the door wider for him. You walk in together, and he slips off his shoes as you say, "I'll just put a pizza in the oven. You can just go in the sitting room and wait for me."

He nods with a little smile and does just that.

You're fairly quick with the pizza.

And when you come back to the sitting room and see Pedri sitting there all comfortable, the thing you want most to do is sit down right next to him on the big grey couch and cuddle up. But instead, you walk to the blue chair on the other side of the coffee table and sit down on that.

But you're surprised when Pedri shakes his head. "No, no. You can sit next to me." He pats the spot, right next to himself.

You swallow but nod and sit down, still making sure you don't touch.

But Pedri wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side, and gently prods your head to rest on his shoulder. You're feeling flustered now as you mutter, "Pedri...?" For such a long time, there's been such a distance between the two of you, and you're assuming that's because he didn't want you to think he liked you. He wanted to keep those boundaries.

Now, as he gently rests his head by the top of yours, all of that is gone. He whispers softly, "I've just missed you, Y/n. A lot."

You swallow and mutter, "But I see you weekly, at least."

He nods slowly, but then says, "But I miss talking with you, being able to touch you, and hold your hand." He gently takes your hand.

With every word from him, your face heats up furthermore. Would a friend really say thing like that? Friends don't talk like that, do they?

Well, Ferran sure doesn't.

You entwine your fingers, slowly, around his, and as if reading your mind, he asks, "So... How's Ferran?"

You look up in confusion, meeting his eyes. Your faces are so close... "You know. You spend more time with him than me, still. It's not like my whole life is centred around Ferran Torres. If anyone's was, that'd be sad for them," you chuckle, teasing your friend.

Pedri chuckles and says, "Wow. That's harsh. But, no, I mean, like, your... relationship with him." He seems to be choosing his words very carefully.

You blink in puzzlement. "It's... fine. We get along great..."

Pedri sighs, seems to consider something, and then finally says, "Alright... I guess I'll just ask it straight-out then." He swallows and says much softer, "So... are you and Ferran dating...?"

Your eyes widen. You open your mouth, close it, and then open it again to say, "No. Not at all. I don't like him that way, and I don't think he likes me that way, but if he did, I'd say no."

"Much like how I said no, huh?" he mutters.

You stare at him blankly, and you feel a little hurt, but nod. "I... I guess so..."

Suddenly, in the other room, the timer starts going off, indicating that the pizza has finished cooking. You rise slowly and stiffly, utterly perplexed about what on earth Pedri is trying to accomplish in this conversation, yet completely sure what it is doing is absolutely messing with your head.

When you come back with the pizza and two plates, Pedri grabs your hand and practically pulls you back down to sit next to him again. He wraps his arm around your back as you give yourself and him each a piece, feeling strange. He finishes his portion quickly, which compels you to do the same. Once he's finished, he thanks you, saying it was delicious, before a slightly awkward silence settles in once again.

Pedri slowly sets his plate down on the coffee table, before looking at you again, locking eyes. He hesitates, before asking, "So... do you still feel the same way about me?"

You nod slowly, blushing. "Yeah..."

He nods back, before murmuring, "What would you do if I said I feel the same way?"

Your heart skips a beat, but your eyebrows crinkle together. "If you do, then..."

"Then why didn't I say it when you confessed it to me?"

You nod. "R-Right. Exactly."

He sighs. "I don't know... It's just- I didn't know. I thought this was just a friendship, and that I didn't need a relationship any deeper. I was happy with what we had and didn't want to change it, and any feelings I had for you I honestly ignored because I didn't want to feel that way... I wanted to just be friends. But then you said it and I didn't accept it and we grew apart because I was confused and didn't know how to deal with any of these emotions... And then you started to get closer with Ferran, and even hanging out with him more than with me, and... Honestly, Y/n, I felt jealous. I had no reason to, because I was the one that rejected you, but as soon as I saw that, I thought 'No, that's Y/n. I'm the one who should be spending that time with her. I'm the one who has known her for years.' And then I started thinking maybe I really do like you back, and the only thing that could make stupid me realize it is when we started growing apart and you started spending a bunch of time with some other guy. Even if the 'other guy' is one of my best buddies."

It's a strange feeling, because you're shocked, happy, and also your head is spinning and your stomach is absolutely full of butterflies. You swallow, and at first when you try to speak nothing comes out, but on the second try you manage to murmur, "So..." you squeeze his hand. "Does that mean you'll give me a shot...?"

He nods right away, and suddenly pulls you into a hug. He wraps his arms around your back, you can feel his muscles, despite the gentleness of the touch. The smells of his cologne fills your nostrils, and it feels familiar, like home. He pulls you closer to himself, gently rubbing your back, holding you closely. You let your head snuggle into his shoulder, and he whispers in your ear, "Yes, please... I'd love that. I missed you so much..."

For some reason, you feel yourself getting a little emotional. You sniff and mutter, "Pedri, I missed you too. I'm so glad you made up your mind about me..." You giggle a little, trying to push away the strange tearful feeling coming on.

When you finally, slowly lean away from the hug, your hand rest against Pedri's chest, and he looks at you with the most shining, happy, contented eyes you've ever seen. It makes you feel warm inside. He gently kisses your cheeks, which makes you smile and blush, before pulling you close to him again for more cuddles.

[yoyokslut]

Swiftie effect. (Smau)

Pedri x reader

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y/n all eyes on you my magician...

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pedri all eyes on us...

ynandpepi my favorites 🫶🏻

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr get a room 🤢

lovepepi parents<3

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y/n i'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before...

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pedri but I love you more

ynloves look at her 🥺

pedrifan she's so in love omg 😭

loverpg8 she's turning him into a swiftie and I'm here for it

ynfan adopt me

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pedri she is the best thing that's ever been mine

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y/n I can see it now

pedrifan they're so happy together I love it ❤️‍🩹

ilovepedri get away from him 🙄

ynmysun that's my girl 🤩

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pedri you've got a smile that could light up this whole town ❤️

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y/n you're my sunshine ☀️🤍

lovexpepi he's a sucker for her

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ynlover him being a swiftie>>>

pedriyn4life he's wrapped around her finger 🥹

ynpedrischild them in their lover era is just 🥺💗

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pedri and that's how it works that's how you get the girl 🥰

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y/n that's how it works that's how you got the girl<3

pablogavi you two went to see taylor and didn't invite me??? Traitors

↳ pedri 😬 (in my defense I have none)

↳ y/n 😬 (great job there, baby)

ansufati este niño está bien enamorado

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ferrantores sí, es oficial, perdimos a Pedri

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feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr así o más cursi? 😶

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↳ pedri shut up, baby (respectfully)

[highdreaming]

Becoming a parent

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: A small drabble of you and Pedri entering parenthood.

Find more at: Masterlist

Pedri x (female) reader

AN: I'm super happy cause I just passed all my classes from this semester, so decided to give you guys some Pedri content as a gift. Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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Pedri is seated next to you in the small bed, your head comfortably laying on his shoulder. You're tired, aching and extremely sore but right now, it's all worth it.

The room is now pleasantly quiet, a clear contrast to all the rush and screaming that had occurred in the last hours. In your boyfriend’s arm, there’s a pink blanket and inside, your newborn daughter.

She has a tiny hand wrapped around one of Pedri’s fingers as she soundly sleeps and neither of you can take your eyes off her, amazed at her small figure.

So innocent.

“She’s perfect. I can’t believe we made her.” Pedri whispers, a look of utter adoration in his face as he stares at the little baby. You can’t stop the smile that takes over your face, knowing that Pedri already loves your daughter so much.

He had been nothing but supportive through your entire pregnancy and now that you’d finally given birth to your bundle of joy, he wouldn’t leave her side.

You can already tell he’s going to be an amazing father. 

“She’s going to be the luckiest girl in the world to have you as her dad.” you gently say, tears of happiness glowing in your eyes. Pedri turns his head towards you, a soften look sculpting his expression as he looks at you with much love.

He slowly shakes his head, pressing a small kiss on your forehead as your baby lets out a small whimper in her sleep.

“Us - she’s lucky to have us both. Cause we’re in this together.” he corrects you and your heart feels like it will burst with so much love and happiness.

You can’t wait for the rest of your life.

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[corriganatheart]

Tug of War

Jude Bellingham x reader

Synopsis: Y/N Gonzalez has always been the perfect daughter, sister, and friend to everyone. She is seen as the angel of the Gonzalez family and the perfect sister of Pedri Gonzalez. Her life had always been simple and planned until her brother's biggest rival took an interest in her, taunting her in every way that her body shouldn't want.

Genre: Forbidden romance x Enemies to lover

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x reader ft Pedri and Gavi.

Warnings ⚠️: Mention of drugs, sexual content, and cursing. 🔞

You can feel his eyes on you as you sip your drink. Of course, it wasn't alcohol or anything boozy, but how your body reacted to his gaze would only let people assume you were drinking an alcoholic beverage.

Your brother casually glances as you stare at his champagne. The drink was foreign to you, and even though you were at the age of drinking in Spain, you couldn't even be around the drink unless he was accompanying you. But, of course, it wasn't like you were able to go anywhere without his permission. "You ok, bebé?" your date asked as he trailed his fingers down your back. You shiver under his stomach and nod without meeting his gaze.

Gavi has always been the one person that your family favored for you. He and your brother are best friends and, quite frankly, best teammates. As long as you can remember, Gavi has always been in your life and was always destined to be your partner. You weren't sure if he ever liked you in that way, but after you grew into a more mature girl, you noticed his favoritism towards you. You were always told to go to his game, his parties, his interviews, photoshoots, etc. And it has been well known in the news that you guys were "partners," although it was never confirmed. As far as you know, he never asked you to be his girlfriend but has always acted like you two were an official couple.

"Y/N, look at me," Gavi demanded softly. You look around the table to see your parents eyeing you and your brother sternly glaring at you, giving you a warning look. They all wanted you to listen to Gavi's demand and not cause a scene. Feeling annoyed, you firmly place your glass on the table and shift your attention to Gavi. He wraps his arms around your table and smiles at you. "You look ravishing like always," he says while patting the back of your head. You fake a smile and nod, "Thanks." Your brother clears his throat, causing everyone to turn his way. "Tonight's charity consists of betting on who to dance with. So you are probably going to get many votes." Pedri then nods toward the table of men surrounded by numerous models, influencers, and gorgeous girls. "Those guys will only want you to get on our nerves. Just dance, and move along." You glance at the group of men three tables away from yours, and like he felt your stare, Jude Bellingham immediately makes eye contact with you. He had a brunette and a blonde by his side, shamelessly touching his chest and thigh. His dark eye stared into yours sternly, not wanting to look away, and even though you should, you couldn't shift your eyes out. It was like he had you hypnotized and under his command. You watch as he lifts his glass of champagne and drinks it in one gulp. You stare at the way his throat moves as he swallows the drink and licks the tip of his lip. "Y/N?" Gavi's voice brought you out of the hypnotism, and you went back to faking the persona that was built in you.

The two hours of constantly nodding and saying yes to your family finally ended as the bidding started. Not to your surprise, your date was popular with older females and was in line to dance with numerous of them. Your brother was also popular, and he didn't seem at all phased about having to dance with many girls. You, on the other hand, were under pressure to be perfect, so you were stressed, and the fact that your card had the most names was not helping at all. "Make sure to keep your dance," Gavi whispers and kiss your head before he leaves the room for the dance floor. The lady that he had to dance with was at least six years older, but she was still incredibly stunning. "Don't cause a scene," Pedri warns as he takes the hand of his partner and guides her to the dance floor. You nodded and rolled your eyes when he was out of sight. Feeling a bit anxious, you stare at the champagne Gavi left behind and quickly gulp it down. "Y/N?" a soft voice asked, and you quickly froze and tried to cover your crime, "wait, I'm sorry, I thought it was water." You wait for a spat or someone to pull your arms away, but instead, the person chuckles. You look up at the form to see a familiar face. You recognize him as a member of England's National team and Liverpool's defender. "I believe I am the first to have the privilege to dance with you," he says and holds out his hands. Calming yourself down, you take his hand, and he grins at you before guiding you to the dance floor. You feel the stare from earlier, one of your current partner's teammates. There were other stares from your brother, Gavi, and their acquaintances. "Don't mind them," your partner whispers, and the both of you stand in your designated area and join the others. "The name is Trent Alexander Arnold, by the way," he says. You smile, "I know who you are." Trent chuckles and twirls you around. "Would you like to know why I chose you?" He asked. You look around the dance floor to see your brother is preoccupied with his date while Gavi looked very uncomfortable with his. "I'm assuming it has something to do with my brother," you mumbled. Trent laughs, causing a few eyes to look his way, and you awkwardly look down. "Did I say something wrong?" He shrugs, "I think it's obvious that everyone is enchanted by your beauty." This time it was time for you to giggle and blush a little. You get compliments all the time, but most are from your brother's acquaintances and business partners, not one of his rivals. Trent continues to talk, mainly about football and his life. He did ask you personal questions, but you tried to avoid answering as much as possible. "Unfortunately, my time is up," Trent says and kisses your hand. You blush and watch as he walks away, going back to his table instead of dancing with another lady.

Your next couple of dances were with older men that were ridiculously annoying and perverted, but you endured the minutes with them to prevent causing a scene. "But yeah, I own the entire hotel as well as the ones across from it," your current partner brags. You kindly smiled and continued to listen to him talk about his wealth until you felt a cold demeanor behind you. Although you have no sight of who it was, his cologne was enough to have you almost fall. "Bellingham," your dance partner nods before he immediately lets go of you and walks away quickly. "I believe it's my turn," he says with his well-known English accent. You turn around, and the two of you immediately make eye contact. Jude stares down at you with a stern look like before, and this time he really looks at you. His eyes trace every feature of your face. From your hair to your chin, like he was memorizing it. You do the same, from his deep brown eyes to his thick lips. "You are my highest bidder?" you asked, realizing that he was the last dance, meaning he gets the longest time with you. "I believe I am," he says and holds out his hand. You gently place your hands in his, and he guides you where he wants the both of you to be, and that is the center of the room. You can feel your brother's gaze on you as well as Gavi's. You briefly make eye contact with Gavi, and he glares at Jude, who seems like he is enjoying the attention. "I might have an idea of why you picked me," you said. Jude smirks down at you and starts guiding you to the romantic song playing in the background. "Yes, I wanted to see the angel of the Gonzalez family for myself." You hum, a bit disappointed about his answer. "You are quite well known among the football community. The beautiful little sister of Pedri Gonzalez and the girlfriend of Gavi." You glance at your brother, who is now dancing with one of the girls that were sitting at Jude's table. She looked to be quite attracted to him, whereas he was constantly glancing over at you. "I believe I am only known to be associated with my brother," you muttered. Jude raises an eyebrow, and the two of you continue to dance for a few minutes before he starts to speak again. "Let's subtract the last name, then. Whose the real Y/N?" He questions. You look around, and luckily your brother and Gavi are no longer paying attention. "What do you mean?" you asked, even though you knew what he meant. "I'm sure there is more to you than a pretty face," he says. You stay silent as he twirls you around. You really want to tell him everything there is to know about you, but unfortunately, you can't trust a stranger, especially someone that your brother doesn't fancy. "I am Y/N Gonzalez," you mumbled. Jude smirks, and the two of you continue to dance in silence. He was quite good at dancing and, surprisedly, a gentleman, barely touching your back or bumping into your chest. But you can't assume he was a good person or be charmed by his incredibly good looks. After this dance, he was going to go back to the models around him. "You know, the rumors about your looks did not disappoint," he compliments after the last song. "But unfortunately, I am disappointed that there is nothing to you but a pretty face." With that last comment, Jude Bellingham walks away from you without a second glance.

You've heard many harsh things about you, especially from Gavi's teenage fangirls. Usually, things don't bother you because you've become so numb to them, but the stern statement that Jude left you with has been on your mind for weeks. The charity event went well; you stayed away from Jude the rest of the night, and he paid no attention to you. But you couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if you did tell him everything about you. Now he was on your mind for weeks, and you weren't sure when you'll see him again. “What's on your mind?" your brother approaches you and asked. You glance up at him and hand him a bottle of water. He chugs it down in a heartbeat, breathing heavily from his workout. "Do I really have to go to the event?" you asked. Pedri glances down at you and throws the bottle of water across the room, where it lands in the trashcan. "You are Gavi's date. He wants you there." You look down at your hands and fidget with them, not wanting to continue the conversation. You knew it was helpless. "Are you not wanting to go with him?" Pedri asked. You were genuinely taken aback by his question because your whole life, you were never given an option. "Why must you ask? You know the answer." Pedri stares down at you and sighs, "he's the perfect guy for you. The two of you make sense," your brother says. You tried not to show your annoyance at that because, as far as you know, Gavi thinks he owns you just because your family accepted him. Maybe it was because he was also young, but he never once asked you out and was constantly acting possessive for no reason. "I never had the chance to ever get to know anyone, Pedri; what do you expect?" Your brother glares at you and shakes his head. "It's Gavi or no one. He's a good guy and has tried; maybe you should open your eyes instead of ignoring him." Without letting you say anything else, Pedri walks away from you, not giving you any other option.

"That is the perfect dress for you," your mother proudly says when the designer finishes his final touch. You glance at yourself in the long mirror, looking incredibly fancy in the sparkling navy blue dress. The goal of the event was to blend in, but your mother's mission was to make you outshine any celebrity that was supposed to be there. You tried to convince her to let you go with a plain dress, but unfortunately, you had no say in what you wore either. "Well don't you look amazing," Gavi leans on the doorframe and says. He was heavily grinning, checking you out from head to toe. You also took the chance to look at him; he looked really handsome in his black suit and much more mature. "You look good as well," you said softly, shocking him. He comes into the room and holds out his hand, and this time you take it with no hesitation.

"Gavi! Look over here!"

"Y/N what designer are you wearing?"

You try not to look directly into the camera as paparazzi and fans flash their phones and cameras at you guys. Gavi was holding your hand tightly, whereas your brother was walking ahead of the two of you, ignoring everyone around him. "Come on, bebé, I got you," Gavi whispers as he leads you to the door. You felt suffocated, like you were going to faint as questions were thrown at you from left to right. It has been years, but events like this never gets easier. "I need to get some alone time," you said as soon as you guys got through the crowd and entered the museum. Gavi reaches for a glass of water and hands it to you. "I'll take you," he mumbles, but you shake your head. "We have been here before. Everyone's too occupied with one another; let me be alone for a minute." Gavi hesitated for a bit, and you see the wary in his eyes, and to calm him down, you peck his left cheek. He was taken aback by your gesture, and you took that as a chance to escape the crowd.

Walking down the hallway, you look at the different sculptures and paintings on the wall. Coming to the event, you didn’t know what to expect. Your brother wanted you to open up to Gavi, and you think he might be right. Lately, Gavi has been putting more effort into building a relationship with you, and you’ve been pushing him away. Maybe it was your gut telling you he wasn’t the one for you, but who were you kidding? You’ve never experienced love to know what’s best for you. Sighing, you were about to return to Gavi when the giant door to a room opened. A beautiful girl angrily stomps out, her high heel clicking. You glance back at her before peeking inside the door, only to see Jude Bellingham sitting on a leather couch, looking up at the ceiling. You stare at the way his Adam’s Apple pops out and the way his black suit fits him perfectly. He must’ve sensed your presence because his eyes were now on yours, sternly glaring at you. You awkwardly stand at the doorway, unable to move. It was like you were under his hypnotism again. “Wanna come?” He asked and patted the space next to him. You look around the hallway, hesitating about what to do. On occasions, you would listen to people’s demands. But Jude wasn’t demanding you; he was giving you an option. “If you're just going to stand there, might as well close the door,” he says and goes back to closing his eyes and leaning his head on the couch. You nervously bite your lower lips and glance behind you. Nobody was around, so it wouldn’t hurt to hide in the room for a couple of minutes. With butterflies in your stomach, you walk into the giant room and close the door behind you.

Jude doesn’t open his eyes nor say a word as you look around the room. It was a historical library with books that were written way back. The walls were decorated with portraits and paintings from different artists. The room was cozy, with a fireplace and seats to accompany the setting. “What did you say to that lady to make her angry?” You asked while sitting across from him. Jude opens his eyes and directly stares at you and says, “I didn’t fuck her.” You froze up, your mouth widened, and your eyes almost popped out. From all the cruel things he could’ve said, that was the reason why she cried. You were too stunned to speak and stared at Jude. He took this opportunity to admire the way you reacted to his words. You’re an innocent piece of art, and the word fuck was not even in your dictionary, and it amuses him that he was expanding that brain of yours.

“You do know what that means, right?” He asked with a huge smirk. A blush immediately approached your cheeks, and Jude admired how your body became hot and flustered. “Of-of course I do! I’m at the age,” you stuttered. He lowly chuckles and crosses his arms around his chest. “Have you ever been fucked little Gonzalez?” He asked boldly. Your eyes widened, causing him to smirk even more. He heard rumors that you were so sheltered that you barely knew anything sexual. But Jude had questions, especially since you’re always by Gavi’s side; he’s sure you’ve been corrupted. “That’s a very vile thing to ask,” you said, uneasy about the subject. Jude shrugs, “We are both adults; no need to hide our sexual activity.” You awkwardly chuckled and tried to look at anything except for him. Jude noticed your uncomfortable face and quietly cursed himself for being an ass. He knew you were innocent and all, but wanted to taunt you simply because he wanted a reaction out of you.

“Why aren’t you with your date?” He asked, shifting the conversation towards a different route. You thought about the situation for a second before answering him. “I needed a breather.” Jude nods, totally understanding where you’re coming from. “You know. You're not fooling me,” he says, “I know you’re unhappy with the arrangement.” You glance at him. No one has told you that. Either you were good at faking it, or no one has the guts. “Gavi is kind; of course, I like him,” you said. It wasn’t entirely a lie, he was kind, and you do like him, but not in a romantic way. “But not enough to be with him?” Jude asked, even though he already knew the answers to that. You don’t give him a response, and your silence confirms it all. Jude smirks and reaches into his pocket. You watch as he types something on his phone. “Your social media is private,” he says, “it’s harder for me to know you.” You smile and reach into your purse, and get out your phone. Usually, you weren’t allowed to be on social media when attending events, but for some reason being around Jude makes you bolder.

“It would be very controversial if you follow me,” you mumbled and looked at your Instagram request list. “And that’s why I made a fake account, especially for you, angel,” he says with a hint of flirty humor. And as Jude said, he did make a fake account to follow you, and with no hesitation, you accepted it. “You wouldn’t mind me texting you, don’t ya?” He asked casually. Maybe it was how he offered to do this risky stuff without caring, but you couldn’t say no to him. Not one bit did your heart say no. “My brother, he doesn’t like you,” you mumbled. Jude laughs and shakes his head, “It’s not your brother I’m trying to win, love. If it’s not fucking obvious, I’m hitting on you.” You blush under his grin, and Jude stares at your lips. “Have you been kissed before, Angel?” He asked. You lick your lips and nervously bite them, which only causes Jude to want you even more. “I’ll take your silence as a no,” he says darkly. You don’t miss the way he tugs on his tie, causing it to hang loosely. “I’m not allowed to have physical contact,” you explained. That only causes Jude to close his eyes and calm down his breathing. You were so fucking gorgeous and innocent; he just wanted to corrupt you. But even he knew it’d take time. You are the sister of his opponent, and there was no way he could openly take you away from Gavi. But he knew he wanted you, and the fact that you’re a hidden gem only makes his desire for you grow. “Do you want to be kissed?” He asked. You look around, contemplating what to do. Jude was doing everything your family had warned you to avoid, but something was also exciting about it. Your whole life, you’ve been a good girl, obeying everything your family tells you to do. But this was something else; you’re attracted to the guy, and your body reacted differently to him than it would to Gavi. “You will show me how to kiss someone?” You timidly asked. Jude shakes his head, “I will show you how to kiss me.”

Jude was very gentle and sweet as he guided you into his lap. The blue dress that you’re wearing was all of a sudden his favorite color. He never knew he had a thing for unreachable girls, but he does. You’re the precious gem of the Gonzalez family, and it no doubt a jackpot if anyone scored you, but here he wanted to corrupt your innocence and show you the truth of this world. Your whole life, you must’ve been so sheltered even to know what sex, drug, parties, and life was even about. Your parents had every right to guide you, but you only live once, and what you’re doing is nowhere near living. “Shhh relax, baby,” Jude whispers when he feels you tense up. You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, causing him to smile. Jude places his hands on your bottom and pulls you closer to him. The two of you were now chest to chest, eye to eye, and mouth a couple of inches away from one another. You’ve never been kissed on the lips, let alone be this intimate with someone. It was new, but for some reason, Jude made you feel safe. You hesitated briefly, but you softly traced his jawline, loving how he stared at your every move. It felt good to have control for once, and it felt good to feel dominant. “This mouth is all yours,” he muttered. You stop at his chin and look around the room, scared that your brother will jump out of nowhere and drag you away. “There is no one else but us, Angel. Feel me,” he murmured. “I don’t even know you,” you whisper. Jude grabs the hand that was on his chin and kisses your palm. “You can know everything. You can do everything. You can have it all,” he says, and you know there’s a deeper meaning to his words. Gulping, you slowly move your lips towards his, and to restrain himself, you feel him squeeze your thighs.

You don’t know what will happen to you if anyone ever finds out, but you can’t go back. The moment you felt his lips on yours, fireworks lit inside your heart, the temperature rising from above, and butterflies growing in your stomach. Jude’s lips were soft and complete, and he knew this was your first, so he guided you through the kiss. He was in no rush, but his hands roamed every inch of your body. Nothing could top your first kiss and how every emotion would jump out of your chest. Your body reacted to every touch and movement he guided you. Your thighs were shivering, your hips were grinding, and soft moans were coming from your mouth. You must be doing something right, though, because Jude constantly squeezes your thighs, butt, and every part of your body whenever he hears your voice. He wasn’t quiet either, continuously complimenting how well you were doing and how much he enjoyed this. “Fuck,” he growled, “I told myself I would hold back, but you’re making this so fucking difficult.” You moan in response and go down for more kisses. This felt too good to last only minutes; you want hours' worth of Jude’s attention. “Gosh, Angel, you’re driving me crazy,” he whispers and places his head on your shoulder. You hug and soothe him as he tries to calm himself down. You could tell he was trying his best not to break his control, and it feels good to have someone feeling that way about you.

“My brother is going to look for me. I need to go back,” you said and got off of him. Jude watches the way you fix your dress, your hair, and your makeup. He wanted a simple kiss from you, but now you’re leaving him with an enormous hard-on. He could cum from just watching you. You looked so innocent, sweet, and angelic, but how you were grinding on him only confirmed his assumption that you might be more than that. He knew he couldn’t have you, but he could have you behind closed doors, which was enough for now. Jude smiles and gets up from the couch; he then reaches for your hand and kisses your knuckle. “Until next time,” he says.

Gavi’s hands soothe your back as he speaks to some people, and you try your best to pay attention. It was hard, especially when you had a complete make-out session with Jude Bellingham. Your eyes drift to where Jude is; he happily chats it off with his teammate and a model around his arms. Jude was doing the same thing Gavi did to you, but there was nothing the two of you could do. He was your brother’s rival; there would never be a romantic relationship between you and him. As your brother said, Gavi makes sense for you, and Jude is the opposite. It wouldn’t be good for either of you, but the way Jude was eyeing you as he soothed his date’s back only makes you think this was the beginning.

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Hi! plz do where the reader x Pedri where the reader plays on on the female Barca team and gets injured! Like gavi! And reader gets so upset and everyone tires to help her out etc?

One minute y/n is playing fine and the next she's on the floor in agonizing pain, Pedri sits in the stands while in shock at what just happened. y/n was rushed to the medic and Pedri followed close behind until the nurse stopped him and said " you need to stay out here while we examine her" Pedri just nods his head and sits down in the nearest chair. by the time they were done examining her the match was over and Pedri was joined by y/n's mother, Xavi, and a few others, the nurse then walks out the medical room and says to the group " she tore her ACL and will need surgery so she will be out for a while, but you can see her now" . Pedri and the others rush into the room and see a very tired looking y/n, but then people started flooding her with questions "are you ok honey?" her mom asks looking worried "I heard what happened " Xavi says "oh you poor thing" one of her teammates said while she sits there holding her eyes together tightly when Pedri finally speaks " I think she just needs rest right now, and maybe some space aswell" Xavi agrees and they all leave except for Pedri. " hey are you ok?" Pedri asks y/n opens her eyes a little bit and weakly smiles at him "yeah I guess" she replies looking down at her leg with tears to avoid Pedri seeing " are you sure your ok?" he asks again she looks at him and back down at her leg then says "no...im not ok I failed, I failed my team, I failed my coach, I failed the fans so no I'm really not ok" she admits while still looking down at here swollen leg now crying. Pedri hugs her and says " hey you didn't fail you tried your best and that's what matters, the good thing is that you aren't really badly hurt to the point that you could never play again, so you didn't fail and after you recover you'll be as good as new, ok?" she digs her head into his chest, closes her eyes and says "ok"

(Heyy, so I tried my best I don't really like it but I hope you do and if you don't feel free to give me feedback on what I can improve on for the future🍌)