#LIKE THAT HAS TO BE THE STUPIDEST THING EVER

[halfwayhearted]

hopeless romantic pedri trying his best to approach y/n but is afraid thinking she’s into someone else

A Tu Vera — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x Fem!Reader

Summary: He’s unsure about your feelings and struggles to interpret your actions, but your birthday gesture gives him the chance to hope that he’s wrong. That you do, in fact, like him.

Word Count: 1.10K+

Disclaimer/s — Nothing, it’s really just comfort, slight fluff?

A/N: So basically… I used the term approach as in like, he felt nervous to approach reader about the… situation? FUCK IDK I struggled horribly yet couldn’t stop writing but whatever! ALSO. HIS BIRTHDAY HELLO. 22, bless the hell up! 🎉🐾🤍

The day you’ve been waiting for has finally come.

It was Pedri’s twenty-second birthday today. You had told him beforehand that you would stop by later on because he needed to stay and practice for his upcoming game tomorrow, and you didn’t want to interrupt his time spent with his family.

Some time had passed when your phone buzzed with a message from him saying that he was, well, alone, so you could be on your way to him.

And you were! Your gift for him sat delicately on your passenger seat. Did you have to stop yourself from spending a lot on him? Yes! But this was Pedri; why wouldn’t you go all out for him?

As you pull up, your eyebrows furrow in confusion when you see him standing on the porch, his gaze locking onto your car. You quickly get out and call out to him, “Hello, why the hell are you outside?”

Now he’s looking at you as if you’ve just asked the most stupidest question in the world. “You were on your way. Of course I’d be waiting outside.” He retorted, slowly making his way toward you.

“Right,” you smile and wrap your arms around him once you’re within reach. “Happy birthday!”

The man returns your hug almost immediately. He hums against you in appreciation, nestling his nose into the crook of your neck. The action easily causes your cheeks to flush ever-so-slightly.

“I’ve got your gift in my car. Want to open now?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, pulling away to his dismay.

Though his answer elicits a smile to spread across your lips… oh. He suddenly doesn’t feel upset about having to break the hug so early anymore.

Grabbing his arm, you gently tug him with you as you quickly reach the car door. “Okay, first things first: unfortunately, I can’t stay long. Secondly, feel free to let me know if you don’t like whatever’s in here; I kept the receipt just in case!”

“Doubtful, but I got it,” he shrugged with a grin.

Sliding your hand under the bag, you lean forward to get a better grip on it. Then, you turn to face him, holding it out for him to take, and he does.

With the gift now in his arms, you walk side by side to the chairs he has already set up outside, due to his family coming over earlier. Once the two of you are seated, you turn towards him and motion for him to open it, but he just keeps his gaze fixed on your face. You feel sick. “Go on.”

Adjusting the bag on his lap, Pedri pries it open, a breathy laugh escaping his lips when he sees how overly decorated it is. He takes out the card first, about to open it when you speak, “You can just read that later or something. Keep going, c’mon!”

He smiles, removing the blue and red wrapping paper to reveal the blue Nike hoodie inside. “You like hoodies, and you like the color blue, so…!”

It was the simplest thing, yet it had him fighting the urge to overthink the entire situation. You were observant, he knew that. He needed to stop.

“Thank you,” he says with a toothy-grin. “Really.”

“Of course. There’s one last thing at the bottom.”

The brunette lets out another laugh and removes more wrapping paper. His eyes widen slightly when he catches sight of the next gift, making you bite your bottom lip in nervous anticipation.

His gaze slowly trails up to lock with yours, and you tilt your head. “Do you like it? I noticed you were running low the other day, plus I know—”

Pedri interjects, “I do, and I was. It’s—this is a lot.”

“Don’t worry about that,” you assure. “Now you won’t have to worry about getting another one!”

The box suddenly feels heavy in his hands, the strip of the brand ‘Prada’ staring right at him. He nods slowly, “No, I won’t. Thank you. Wow.”

“Wow, huh? So, I take it you liked everything?”

Obviously, was he kidding? No, were you kidding?“Really? What gave you that idea? Yes, I loved it.”

With a chuckle, you nudge his foot with yours, eyes rolling in feigned annoyance, “Hey, I can easily take it back. Tell me how your day was?”

“It was good. I had a good practice, had a small dinner with my family, and now I’m with you.”

I’m with you? What? He could’ve cursed under his breath if you weren’t right here. He knew he shouldn’t have said that. If he thought it sounded weird, you probably thought it was even worse.

He’s quick to take it back, “I didn’t—I’m sorry.”

“What? It’s okay,” you tell him with a quirk of your brow. “Sorry, what are you even apologizing for?”

He looks confused. “You’re with him, aren’t you?”

“Him?” You repeated. “I’m not seeing anybody.”

Not seeing anybody? “What about the guy with the blonde hair? The one you hung out with a lot.”

That’s when the person he’s talking about flickers through your mind, and now you’re smiling from ear-to-ear, “Oh. I’m not with him. I don’t like him.”

“Then who?” He blurts out, instantly regretting his words. He didn’t even actually know if you liked anyone to begin with. What was he doing?

You blow out a breath and stand up from your seat, with him following suit. “You’re serious?”

Stick with it. “I’m serious. You don’t have to—”

You refrain from letting your grin widen, nudging your head toward your car. He understands that you’re silently asking for him to walk you to it.

“Well! If it’s need-to-know,” you trail off, rounding your car and spinning on your heel to look at him once you reach the door. Your gaze flickers down to his lips for just a second, but that second is all he really needs for his breath to hitch in his throat.

To his semi-surprise, you reached up and placed a kiss on his cheek, sparing him one last knowing glance while you opened the door and got inside.

“Let me know if that answers your question. And, Pedri?” You pause; he hums. “Happy birthday.”

He stands there in silence. He had been so wrong. You weren’t with the person he thought you were with, and he should have realized that when you showed up at his house this late, knowing full well you have to wake up early for your job tomorrow.

Pedri had been utterly mistaken, and he couldn’t have been happier to be as wrong as he was.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @gadriezmannsgirl + @spidybaby + @iovepoem + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[joe-kewl]

any enlightened stance on the ol election, joey?

Apologies for coming back to this so late.

You simply would not believe the shit that has transpired to me in the last 2 weeks.

Anyway, I don't know what I *could* say that hasn't been said already.

https://whyharrislost.com/

This little thing, from a clearly disillusioned leftist is very long and thorough (and mostly correct), is composed of almost all valid points, but because of what they DON'T see or acknoledge, and of course the mention of a symbolic gesture to making Kamala president at the end, it is still wrong.

It comes down to a simple fact. The Left has not figured out, and maybe cannot figure out, how wrong they are. How delusional, irrational, cultlike, and out of touch they are. And they are so broke that they cannot course correct and self reflect on this HISTORIC loss.

You lost every fucking swing state, the House, the Senate, Congress, even the popular vote. The Blue Wall wasn't broken like 2016 it was fucking *run over without even slowing down the vehicle.* The Wall was a *speed bump* at best.

America hate hate hate hate HATES DEI, absolutely despises the whole "istphobe" bludgeon, and hates Kamala as a representation of the DEI party. They fucking hate pretentious knownothings like Hasan and Vaush telling them they're stupid for not agreeing when those mouth breathing retards say some of the stupidest takes, even non political ones, to ever be uttered. They hate working more than they have in living memory and being poorer than they've ever known, and to be told by these people "erm ackshually you are wrong, uneducated plebian." They despise how the quality of entertainment has sharply dropped in the last 8 years, but exponentially in the last 4. People hate the movies and TV now. It's all crap. I have boomer coworkers that have given up on them both and have picked up fucking hobbies. You can distract the public with bread and circuses, but the bread got too expensive and the circuses stopped being entertaining, and that is the left's fault.

And rather than realize maybe we're out of touch at best and the bad guys at worst, they octuple down (because they've already doubled down on the double down) and say they need to start targeting X/Twitter to reinstate Pre-Elon style running (you know when the sight was a crazy woke hellhole of constant propaganda and censorship. And pedophilia.) As well as get their own Joe Rogan and media networks. Oh you mean like MSNBC, CNN, ABC, even Fox who used to be counter to those and the BBC who aren't even American, and having so so so FUCKING MANY leftist Podcasters that you can just go to the Politics category, close your eyes and blindly click and you'll likely get a leftist lens Podcast. You fuckers are delusional and you just don't get that people are sick of you. You're wrong about fucking everything, and reality is stronger than ideology.

By all means, make that gesture. Have Joe step down and make Kamala the shortest running President. A literal month and a half. Do it. I hope they do. I hope the first female president is one who embodies DEI. Didn't Earn It. Make it so caustic that no one will ever look at the title seriously ever again. Make Kamala Harris the absolute laughingstock of presidential history. Who was president for a month and purely symbolic. Watch as historians don't even acknowledge her or count her in the numerical list. The 50th president will be not counting Kamala. **Fucking do it.**

You will secure loss upon loss forever, and I hope you do because you deserve to lose for your tyrannical fascist behavior in pushing gay race communism. Intersectional feminism, critical race theory, and gender queer theory, the 3 magic principles of Wokeness that compose the Rot that has infested all of the West and made it rapidly decay.

Almost all of this person's points are valid about Harris' campaign. But it doesn't matter, because they can't identify the core issue. You counted the branches, but you can't point at the tree they grow from. Wokeness itself is the enemy. The left is the party of wokeness. It will not divorce itself. It will lose and it deserves to lose.

As long as the left is the party of Gay Race Communism, it will remain steadfast in its tenets to diversity over merit, and that means it WILL NOT stop with the racism/sexism/homophobia pushing.

And it will lose, and it deserves to lose.

Something the poster doesn't want to acknowledge is how utterly caustic the Trans argument became.

People are mostly willing to let adult people transition. People are not willing to let their children get transitioned, especially without their consent. And then when you don't seperate the transitioned and they just settle in with the opposite gender like nothing the inevitable discomfort of biological reality sets in. Women athletes were robbed of awards on the altar of diversity and inclusion. Women going to the bathroom or locker room felt violated and only one side was willing to hear their pleas.

And another thing they don't acknowledge is the illegal immigration. Or gun control. And crime, which is a result of the first two. More vectors the left utterly lost. And deserved to lose.

So, you now have lost a bulk of Women voters who are normal and want to be safe and have families instead of crazy wine aunt spinsters committed to the party.

Congratulations, the Republicans have turned deportation into a women's safety issue, along with gun control. The feminist women's rights party will silence women if they were raped or killed by a migrant. Off they go to the gun toting Republicans.

How about the Israel-Palestine debacle? Well, just like Just Stop Oil, people had a sympathetic ear until activists were so fucking obnoxious and destructive and disruptive that any sympathy was destroyed, and at this point even people who were sympathetic to Gaza a year ago, I've heard them say "I hope Trump drops a Nuke on them and turns it into a giant glass dune." Cause. You know. Sand turns to glass in high heat. Do you understand that you are so grossly unsympathetic and immature and *HATEABLE* that people who were nuanced or wanted peace treaties are now actively pro-genocide for real simply because they want you to lose? Do you realize just how absurdly unlikeable you have to act to get to that point? "I hope everyone you support gets wiped out in a flash just so you'll shut the fuck up forever" and you still think you're not the problem?

In the last 4 years the left have had unparalleled position in the levers of power, a blank slate for their agenda. And what have they done with it? Make life worse on all fronts. It's kind of incredible how not a single thing they've pushed for has resulted in any improvement. It's just literally worse for all people. They've proven that it's somehow possible to make a regime so fucking broken that they turned Trump's 2016 presidency with America on an upward turn to even worse than the lowest depths of Obama and Carter's eras. That takes dedication to being wrong about literally everything. It's no wonder so many people think the left isn't incompetent but genuinely evil, with a batting average that consistent. After all, in order to get EVERY answer wrong, you have to know all the RIGHT answers. Thank you for that life lesson, Spiderverse, it's a surprisingly profound one. If they were incompetent they would at least *accidentally* do a couple things right.

So. Where are we now? We are now at a state in which the American people have wholesale rejected the progressive ideology. A hard, full stop. We haven't seen a preference cascade reversal like this in decades. Everything is too expensive, there is nothing good to watch because it's all woke crap, crime is up, my community is being invaded by foreigners, my employers would rather hire them and pay them pennies than employ me and give me an actual wage (so much for the left being the party of the middle class. I saw lifelong blue collar blue voters go full scorched earth on the Dems in the last few years), I can't afford a house because I can't make enough money between taxes, grocery inflation, and the demand of housing for foreign migrants choking the supply, so even hard working successful adults with degrees and trade school certifications are now equivalent to NEETS in their parent's basement, my superior isn't someone who knows what they're doing but an incompetent diversity hire who got pushed up instead of me because I'm a white person, the list goes on and on and on, in an endless death spiral of trying not to drown as the water level keeps rising no matter how hard you push. One of these things is gonna give and its gonna be the person, cause the water sure ain't.

How does the left fix this?

The left can't fix itself. Gay race communism is too sacred to it at this point. It is no longer just a branch but the core philosophy, like Fascism and government control. It is literally part of the ethos now. It can't be tweaked because it has fully absorbed it, and the two are now one. Like a Symbiote ingrained into your actual vital organs and becoming as one with the host.

It deserves to lose. It's made the lives of Americans a living nightmare. Americans, Europeans, Canadians, literally everywhere they go they make things worse.

They will not learn the lessons to correct this because they are too far gone. And they deserve to lose. They will continue to lose, and they deserve to continue to lose.

Enough is enough. You deserve to not just lose it all, but to never be taken seriously ever again. You deserve to be exiled from authority and influence, and anyone who says a woke talking point ever again to be ridiculed out of their position.

[zip-toonz]

Finding out the very first post of one of my oldest public ocs has gone missing (I never delete old oc posts just private them for later reference) and the only thing It could be was accidental deletion is so fucking distressing like OUGH NO THE LORE THE OLD LORE

[beeduoo]

cclingyyyyy who rememberssss woooo

[countess-of-edessa]

scrolling through novena after novena choosing which saints i think would be most receptive to my frivolous little interpersonal problems

[crazymecjc]

✨ justice ✨

persona 5 (spoiler!) shitpost below the cut!!

[samyelbanette]

I hate the proliferation of Discord in modern fandom. The idea that people are having all these fun conversations without me is so isolating.

[mummelthecryptid]

i keep getting so exited about my hyperfixation it makes me feel like sick to my stomach which is reqlly impacting my eating habits recently

[sofargoneao3]

three's a crowd

“I think I was just propositioned for a threesome,” Remus said as he set down their butterbeers on the table.

Peter choked on his handful of peanuts so violently bits flew out of his nose, Sirius barked out a laugh, and James’ mouth dropped open in shock.

“By who?” James asked, looking around The Three Broomsticks curiously. For a Saturday, it wasn’t that busy so whoever it was would definitely be noticeable. 

“That witch at the bar,” Remus pointed at the witch who sat with a large mug of mead in front of her.

“She’s about fifty,” Said Peter, after he’d finished coughing.

“Not bad looking though,” Sirius observed. 

He wasn’t wrong, she had red lipstick and looked good for her age, but her graying hair and the style of cloak she wore definitely gave it away that she was getting on in years. Remus grimaced slightly and James laughed at Sirius.

“Nothing wrong with an older woman, if you ask me,” James said proudly, “look at Lily!”

“James, she’s two months older, not two decades,” Peter looked over his shoulder at the witch again, “Or two millennia.”

“What did she say?” Asked Sirius, as if he was considering going over to her if Remus didn’t plan on it.

“Er, she just asked if I was busy later,” Remus took a drink of his butterbeer, “and if I had any friends that would be available as well.”

“Too bad we’ve got that Order meeting tonight then,” Sirius grinned, “threesomes are very in right now, even with muggles.”

“Remus, don’t do it, she’s just an old hag who wants to watch you make out with some other young guy for the evening, it’s creepy!” Peter shook his head

“Piss off, Peter, you haven’t got a clue what you’re on about,” Sirius said, and smiled mischievously. “You haven’t even tried it.”

“Well, maybe I would… if there were two girls,” Peter said quickly, and the rest of the group laughed as he blushed.

Sirius waved his hand dismissively. “This isn’t the right way to do it, anyway. You’ve got to be the guest.”

“The guest?” James asked curiously.

“Yeah, you’ve got to be the third party, so you’re just there for the fun.”

“Speaking from experience, are you, Pads?”

Sirius smirked. “I might be.”

“Bit like being the seeker, isn’t it? Just come in at the end for the glory?” James said, like suddenly it all made sense if it related to quidditch.

“Exactly. You don’t want to go around mucking up things with your friends or girlfriend.”

“You haven’t got a girlfriend,” Peter pointed out uselessly.

“That’s why I’ve done one and you haven’t,” Sirius said, goading. Peter put his head in his hands, looking slightly traumatized by this revelation. 

“I haven’t done one.” James said as he swallowed his butterbeer.

“You have got a girlfriend!” Peter snapped. 

“I haven’t either,” Remus said, though he was certain they all already knew that.

“You wouldn’t, you’re far too well behaved,” Sirius said as James sniggered beside him. 

“She called me a bad boy!” Remus gestured towards the witch at the bar with his head. James doubled over in laughter while Peter spluttered in disbelief. 

“She’s just trying to convince you! That is so creepy-” Peter shook his head, baffled.

“Well, if you’re going to do it, you can’t do it with a friend,” Sirius said defiantly. “we’ll have to pick someone else out.” Sirius looked around the bar, and pointed over to Benjy Fenwick, who was sitting across the restaurant, “oh, he’d be good.”

“No, no,” Remus said, playing along, “it would have to be someone I trust… like James!”

James grinned proudly, “Ah, Moony, you flatter me. I don’t think Lily would approve though, you might have to go for someone with more experience… Sirius?” 

Sirius grinned and leaned back in his seat, his hands resting behind his head. “Thank you, James, that means a lot. But no, I’d have to go for Remus here, for the fun of his first time.” 

While the other three shared sly smiles, Peter looked at them in disbelief. “Oh great, thanks, just forget all about me.” The rest of the boys shouted out protests but Peter just rolled his eyes at them. “It’s like being picked last for quidditch teams again with you lot.”

“You said you’d only do it if it was two girls!” Remus pointed out.

“Well, yeah, but you know,” Peter waved his hands frantically, “I want to be included still!”

“Alright, next time we’re all having a pretend threesome, we’ll make sure to invite you,” James patted Peter on the shoulder as he said it.

“Thank you,” Peter sniffed, looking slightly less offended. 

“Alright, I think I’ll go talk to her then,” Said Sirius, and before any of them could stop him, he was leaning against the bar, chatting up the middle aged witch.

“He’s certifiable,” Peter mumbled as he watched Sirius from their booth.

“Oh, you know him,” James shook his head, “probably can’t stand that she asked Moony before him, he’s got to one up him.”

“What do you think he’s saying-” As Remus asked, the witch grabbed her mug of mead and tossed it towards Sirius, the red liquid splashing over his face and hair before dripping down onto his shirt. “Er, that’s not good.”

Sirius grabbed a napkin and wiped his face before hurriedly walking back over to his group of friends, who were all howling with laughter. He threw a handful of galleons on the table, and grabbed his leather jacket from where it was hooked over the back of the chair.

“Remus, you plonker, she wanted help carrying some boxes,” Sirius shook his head, and specks of mead were flung about, “we’re about to get kicked out of here, let’s go.”

The rest of them could barely walk out with how hard they laughed, Rosmerta’s shouts only fuelling their hysteria.

[ditttiii]

it's every single time i give myself a minute to breathe. a minute away from people, places, distractions, running away from my reality--when the heartbreak catches up and hits me. knocks my fucking breath out.

[moe-broey]

Speedy Alfonse update. Who gives a shit

[officialkendallroy]

wait until they find out there are american movies playing in german cinemas, there's american shows on german tv etc.

[fellow-fandom-fruitifier]

“-and what do you plan to do? Make everything worse?” Peng’s taunting was silence by a loud BANG. Pend crumpled faster than a lawn chair, biting back a scream. Everyone turned around shocked to see Red Son holding a glock, a suspiciously hand shaped shadow retreating. Well, at least they know who he got it from. “I am not going to sit here through another abhorrent villain dialog. They want to act as uncivilized peasants? Then they will get treated as an uncivilized peasants,” Red Son spoke petulantly. They all collectively ignored the pained sounds the golden winged bird was making. “Red Son. It’s a fucking gun,” Mei stated. “I am more than well aware.”

[engagemythrusters]

see the thing is.

ahsoka wants a jedi padawan.

sabine wants to learn how to use a lightsaber.

no wonder they're both going to come away frustrated and disheartened. they don't even want the same thing.

[dreamertrilogys]

PEACH GONE AGAIN?3?5$28;!!3!4 killing myself

[hexsreality]

If you haven’t guessed it already, I’m still very bitter about Marvel changing the twins’ parentage.