#LIVERPOOL CHAMPIONS

[httpsdana]

Heyy! LOVE YOUR WORK DARLING!! Can you do prompt 5 and 81 for pedri. The reader is a Liverpool fan since a child and refuses to wear any other jersey. And one day pedri comes home to see her wearing Stevie G lfc jersey with a number 8. And pedri jokes when will she wear his name and she jokes and asks him to join lfc and even suggests Arne slot is bald. He’s like no something else and reader JOKING says win the ucl and barca wins ucl. Them being cute on the pitch after the win with her wearing his name and all that fluff. Sorry it’s long and specific but yeah. Thank you xx

Loyal Red~Pedri Gonzalez

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Pedri strolled through the front door, stretching his arms as he took off his jacket. He called out for y/n but got no answer, just the muffled sound of the TV from the living room. Walking in, he stood in his place amused, blinking a few times to take in the sight of his girlfriend lounging on the couch, wearing the one jersey that always, always got him worked up.

“Really? Liverpool, again?” he teased, his eyes narrowing playfully as he walked closer, eyeing the familiar red number 8 she had on, the name "Gerrard" plastered on her back.

Without looking up, she laughed, adjusting her messy ponytail as she smirked. “What can I say? Loyalty runs deep, Pedri.”

He rolled his eyes, sitting beside her and nudging her shoulder. “When are you finally going to wear my name and number 8 on your back, huh?”

Smiling, she gave him a playful look. “I already told you. You want me to wear your name? Then maybe you should consider joining Liverpool.”

Pedri let out a dramatic sigh, putting a hand to his forehead. “You really just want me to play for your favorite team, don’t you?”

“You know it,” she giggled, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. “Come on, Pedri, it’d be the ultimate upgrade. You’d look so good in red! Plus Arne Slot is bald. you'd absolutely love him” she joked, teasing him about his not-so-secret adoration for bald men

He laughed slighty shaking his head before he spoke. "no way. the only bald man that can be coaching me is De La Fuenta. Or Flick if he went bald" he shrugged, and it was her turn this time to laugh.

He then leaned in, pressing his forehead against hers. “Or, hear me out…you could finally switch teams. Be a Barça fan, just this once.”

“Oh really?” she raised a brow, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Tell you what, if Barça wins the Champions League this season, I’ll wear your name on my back”

Pedri’s face lit up, his eyes shining with determination. “Is that a promise?”

She nodded, leaning back. “Yes, but only if you guys actually bring it home.”

“Deal.” He gave her a quick kiss before jumping up and pacing, fists pumping in the air. “You better start preparing, because I’m getting you out of that Liverpool jersey once and for all!”

As the Champions League season progressed, Pedri was more motivated than ever. He’d send y/n pictures after every away match, pointing out how close they were getting, or would FaceTime her right after the game to remind her of her promise. And each time, she'd roll her eyes, laughing at his playful confidence.

When Barcelona reached the final, Pedri could hardly sit still. Every time he called, he’d drop hints, asking if she'd already picked out her new jersey. “You’re about to look so good in blue and red,” he’d tell her, grinning, and every time she’d shake her head, insisting that Liverpool would still be in her heart.

The final match was nothing short of intense. y/n held her breath with every play, nerves tingling as she watched Pedri and his teammates put their hearts into the game. And when the final whistle blew, signaling Barcelona’s victory, the stadium erupted, and she let out a scream of joy mixed with disbelief.

Only a few moments later, she found herself on the pitch, surrounded by the cheering fans in the stands and jubilant players.

Pedri spotted her in the crowd, his grin stretching ear to ear as he pulled hee in for a long, celebratory kiss. “So,” he murmured against her lips, his arms wrapped around her, “about that promise…”

Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine, you win. I guess it’s time for me to join the Barça side.”

Pedri cheered again, motioning for one of the staff members to come. As he came over to them he handed Pedri a fresh jersey, his name and the number 8 on the back. y/n laughed, taking it from him and slipping it over her head.

As a jersey with Pedri’s name and number found its way over her head, he looked at her, pride gleaming in his eyes. “Finally!” He leaned in, pressing kiss after kiss to her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, until she was giggling uncontrollably.

“Alright, alright, enough,” she laughed, trying to push him away, but he just pulled her closer.

"I'm so proud of you, you know?" she said, brushing some of his sweaty hair from his forehead. He smiled down at her, leaning down once again to connect their lips.

"and I'm proud to have you in my jersey, with my name on your back" he teased, causing her to roll her eyes playfully, slapping his chest.

"don't make me regret it" she warned him, although her tone held nothing but affection and love towards him.

"I'm gonna have the picture of you in this barca jersey carved in my mind forever. you look so much better than in that plain red shirt" he pulled a disgustes face, making her gasp.

"you better take that back" she said, curling her fingers on his jersey, pulling him closer.

"never" he murmured, before kissing her again, this time more intense and tender than before.

"come on let's pose with the trophy" he grinned, pulling her hand as they found Gavi, who was taking pictures with his family and the trophy.

"he finally got you to take that disgusting shirt off" he joked, making y/n roll her eyes as Pedri laughed beside her.

"shut up you too. I've already heard enough from this idiot" she said, slapping the back of Pedri's head to make him stop laughing.

Pablo handed them the trophy, walking away to let them pose on their own.

Pedri held her close as cameras clicked around then, pulling her into playful her and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Every so often, he’d brush a soft kiss against her temple or her cheek, murmuring, “Told you I’d get you in this jersey.”

[lfcgirlie866]

No other words necessary

[trentmababe]

trent 🫠♥️

[alex31624]

Sorry I've been quiet lately.

I'm on a trip on Orlando visiting my sister, so, not so much time to take care of the blog. But, I got a new wacom, and I was alone on the weekend, so…

I wanted to drawn them all, and a group picture was the easiest way. Also, let's made them wear their favorite teams jersey, because, why not?

Since I said Huey support all his friends and family teams, he's wearing the USA national team jersey.

[raphoupix]

Dominik Szoboszlai - Liverpool FC

[gennnn22]

WOW

[szszsz108]

Lots of reunions inside the tunnel 🥺

Ibou: ✌🏻

[itsfootballbih]

UCL really wanna put two bad bitches against each other…….. like?!!?👀

[liverpool-enjoyer]

dont fucking say that

[lfc-unbelievables]

Alt angle: Conor Bradley tackling Mbappe

sommit sports

[2000sfootball]

xabi alonso (left) and steven gerrard (right) after winning the uefa champions league final in 2005

[vitorroquesgf]

tuesday: pedri masterclass. lewy third ever player to achieve 100 ucl goals. barca top 4 in the ucl.

wednesday: bellingham disasterclass. mbappe disasterclass. kelleher saving mbappe’s penalty. liverpool finally beating real madrid at anfield.

i am eating GOOD.

[lfcgirl23]

Besties ✨

[everlongasting]

i looked away for a second and boniface is mid nap against trent???

[alex31624]

Today is the Champions League league phase draw, and McDuck Manor is a mess.

We have a Scottish man and an English woman arguing over which team will have a new moment of glory and which will be eliminated in the first round.

We have two fans of the two teams with the most titles trying so hard to be invisible.

We have a desperate man who can't let his Scottish uncle learn that he supports an English team.

And we have a woman who is depressed because her also English team, is playing Europa League.

The idea of Scrooge as a Celtic fan I read it on this really good fic, The McDuck Family Lawyer. It wasn't that hard to select the others characters and the teams.

[latin5mamii]

I can’t believe I stopped watching a Real Madrid game tonight—that’s something I’ve never done before. But tonight’s performance left me in tears, and I’m not exaggerating. Kylian played in the position he specifically requested, the one he trained for, yet the only thing he contributed tonight was mistake after mistake. Let’s not even mention the missed penalty—it was so predictable that even I could’ve saved it.

I’ve tried to trust him, to give him time to adapt and find his rhythm with the team, but honestly, this might be one of the worst games he’s ever played. Everyone keeps saying he’s a “beast” in training, but on the pitch? He looked completely distracted and out of sync. And let’s be clear: there’s a massive difference between trying and failing, and not even trying at all. I really do hope he gets better physically and most importantly mentally, because you can clearly tell he’s going through a tough period.

This isn’t only about him, everyone played like shit today, and i hate to say it, because you know how i love this team and how i always want to support them.

But these aren’t friendly games. These matches matter because elimination is a very real possibility. With this mentality, we won’t survive a single match. Let’s be honest—we’re struggling in every single game right now.

We’re dead last in the standings, playing terribly, with a squad filled with injuries and no consistent starting lineup that works. I hate to say it, but at this rate, I don’t see us achieving anything this season—not in La Liga and definitely not in the Champions League.