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[artfromfootball]

Los gemelos

[obvithe-bestsoph]

Hi!! Love your writing! Can you do a pedri fic with no. 46 please 🫶

Maybe something like Pedri being annoyingly flirty with the reader even when they are at family events and public and the reader just can't take it anymore but not in a seriously angry way. More like reader being shy and blushing. Thank you!!

No. 46 | "Oh my god, what is wrong with you?" PG8

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You’ve learned exactly three things about Pedri since you started dating him.

One: he’s not as quiet as he pretends to be.

Two: his favorite hobby is getting reactions out of you.

Three: it doesn’t matter how many people are watching, he’s going to flirt with you like it’s his job.

Unfortunately, today is a prime example of all three.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you hiss under your breath, clutching your glass of wine tighter than necessary.

Pedri doesn’t even blink. Just leans back in the patio chair, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, curls wild from the ocean breeze, and mouth tilted in that half-smile that makes your stomach somersault. “Like what?” he asks, innocent, eyebrows high.

You shoot him a look that could kill.

It’s a family barbecue at his parents’ place in Tegueste. Everyone’s here, his brother, cousins, aunties, one of his little cousins toddling around with watermelon juice dripping down his chin. Music’s playing low, the sun’s not quite set, and someone’s grilling sardines. It should be relaxing and fun. 

And it would be, if Pedri wasn’t eyeing you like he’s got a secret and you’re the answer.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” you mutter, cheeks on fire.

Pedri just grins wider, reaching across the table like he’s going for the olives. Instead, he tugs your pinky under the table and brushes his thumb across your knuckle, subtle and maddening.

“You’re blushing,” he murmurs, voice low.

You yank your hand away and flick a cherry tomato at him. It bounces off his shoulder and lands in his lap. He picks it up and eats it slowly.

“I’m going to punch you,” you whisper.

“You’re going to kiss me,” he replies.

You nearly choke on your drink.

He’s not even trying to hide it anymore. For the past hour, he’s been relentless, sneaking touches when he passes behind you, eyes glued to you, whispering comments that should be illegal to say in front of his abuela.

It’s not that you don’t like it. You do. Way more than you should. But there’s something about being around his family, people you’re still getting to know, people who’ve known him since he was tiny and toothless and running around the garden with food smeared on his cheeks, that makes it all so much worse. Like he’s pulling you into some private joke while everyone else is just trying to enjoy their croquetas in peace.

“Want me to help you get more drinks?” he asks, standing up and stretching his arms overhead, knowing exactly what he’s doing when his shirt lifts and reveals just a hint of abs, Calvin Klein waistband, tanned skin, and happy trail.

You close your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“You love it.”

You do. That’s the problem.

You mutter something that sounds vaguely like a curse word and push back from the table, grabbing your empty glass and stalking toward the cooler at the edge of the patio. Pedri follows like a puppy. A smug, very attractive, absolutely unbearable puppy.

“You know my tío asked if we were already living together?” he says, reaching into the cooler for a bottle of sparkling water.

Your heart leaps into your throat. “He what?”

Pedri shrugs, twisting off the cap with one hand and handing it to you like he didn’t just drop a casual bomb. “Said we looked like the kind of couple that was already domesticated. His words.”

You take a long sip and try not to imagine your toothbrush next to his. “And what did you say?”

Pedri steps closer. Not enough for anyone to notice, but enough that you can feel his warmth. “Told him that we spend every night together in our big, queen bed, doing all sorts of things he doesn’t even want to know about.”

You freeze. “You what?”

His smile is devastating. “Relax. I’m joking.”

You smack him lightly on the chest. “Oh my god, what is wrong with you?”

He laughs, low and delighted, and it vibrates through your fingertips where they’re pressed against him. “You should see your face.”

“You’re evil,” you mumble, turning away before he sees how red your cheeks are now.

He catches your wrist gently. “I’m serious, though. I like being around you. Like, always.”

You glance up at him. For once, he’s not teasing. Just watching you with a soft kind of certainty that makes your heart do weird things.

“You can’t say that while your entire family’s in earshot,” you whisper.

“They’re not listening.”

“They’re right there.”

He leans in closer. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

You try to glare at him, but your lips betray you and curl upward anyway. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know,” he says, and kisses your cheek so quickly you barely have time to react.

You glance over your shoulder, fully expecting his mamá or abuela or someone to be staring, but everyone seems occupied, passing dishes, laughing at something Fer said, playing with the baby. Somehow, the two of you are in a little bubble of your own.

“You’re a menace,” you whisper.

“You’re obsessed with me.”

You shove him gently, and he stumbles back with a dramatic gasp like you’ve wounded him. “You’ll regret that,” he warns.

You raise an eyebrow. “Try me.”

And that’s how you end up hiding from him behind the lemon tree, ten minutes later, breathless from running and laughing and trying not to knock over any potted plants. He’s hunting you through his childhood garden like you’re playing tag instead of attending a very civilized adult gathering.

You crouch low, trying to catch your breath, knees buried in soft grass.

“Found you.”

You shriek when his voice appears just behind your ear. Before you can react, he’s got his arms around your waist and he’s lifting you off the ground, spinning you once before setting you down and pinning you gently against the tree.

“You’re deranged,” you say, giggling despite yourself.

“You’re adorable when you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

He leans in like he’s about to kiss you again, but this time he pauses just short. “You know I’d never embarrass you, right? Like, for real?”

The shift in tone is subtle, but you catch it.

You blink at him. “You kind of already did. Multiple times.”

“Okay, but only in the ‘you-blush-and-everyone-thinks-it’s-cute’ way. Not in the ‘let’s-make-this-unbearably-awkward’ way.”

You smile, letting your fingers trace the line of his jaw. “I know. You’re annoying, but you’re sweet about it.”

“Good. Because I like making you blush.”

“You like watching me suffer.”

“I love watching you suffer. Specifically in a cute, red-faced, squeaky-voice kind of way.”

You swat at his chest again, but it’s mostly for show. He catches your hand and laces his fingers through yours, swinging it slightly between you.

“Want to go back before someone sends a search party?” you ask.

“Only if you promise to sit next to me again.”

“I’m literally already sitting next to you.”

“Closer.”

You sigh, resigned. “Fine.”

“Like, thigh-to-thigh, maybe share-a-napkin kind of close.”

You narrow your eyes. “So needy.”

He grins. “The neediest.”

Back at the table, no one comments on your extended absence. Pedri plops down beside you and promptly steals your fork. You let him. You even let your knee bump against his under the table, and when he leans over to whisper something that makes your ears burn, you just nudge him with your shoulder and try not to smile.

Because yeah, he’s annoying. He’s flirty and smug and he knows exactly how to get under your skin.

But he’s also yours.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[axlerica]

COLUMBIA~

-The One Where Pedri Met Y/N: A Night to Remember-

*Based on the song Columbia by Quevedo (iykyk 😉)

As Y/N returned from studying from Columbia, she was excited to be back to Barcelona for her semester break. After months of hard work, she craved nothing more than a carefree holiday, filled with parties and fun.

On the other hand, Pedri, the talented footballer, had just received a Facetime call from his friends Ferran, Eric, and Gavi. They were planning to go out for a night of drinks and hit the club. Despite their insistence, Pedri wasn’t in the mood to join them.

Ferran: “Hey, guys! Let’s hit the town tonight. There’s a new club that just opened, and I heard the music there is amazing!”

Eric: “Sounds like a plan! Count me in.”

Gavi: “I’m up for it too. It’s going to be a blast!”

Pedri: “Um, actually, I’m not really in the mood to go out. I was planning to stay home and play some video games tonight.”

Ferran: “Come on, Pedri! It’s been a while since we had a night out together. You can play games any other time.”

Eric: “Yeah, don’t be a party pooper. You’re coming with us!”

Gavi: "C'mon, hermano, let's go out. We've been working hard this season, and we all need a break."

Pedri: "I mean.. I don’t know hermano.. I’m not in the mood for a drink."

Ferran: "Come on, Pedri, it's just one night. We all need a break, and a night out would be so much fun!"

Pedri: “Bueno… fine, if you guys really want me to go…”

Ferran: “That’s the spirit! You won’t regret it, Let’s gooo!! ”

As the night unfolded at the club, Y/N, wearing a stunning v-neck backless bodycon dress, entered the venue, and her presence caught Pedri’s eyes instantly. He couldn’t help but steal glances at her from across the room, mesmerized by her beauty and confidence.

As Y/N caught Pedri’s eyes, she simply smiled, her gaze holding a hint of playful mischief. She joined her friends on the dance floor, moving gracefully to the music while keeping an eye on Pedri.

Y/N’s friends noticed her subtle game and played along, teasingly encouraging her to show off her dance moves. They laughed and danced together.

Pedri couldn’t help but be captivated by Y/N’s charm as she playfully tried to flirt with her sexiness. Her subtle gestures were enticing, making his heart race with excitement. He found himself pulled toward her energy, feeling a magnetic pull he couldn’t resist. He then made his way toward her as she danced gracefully with her friends.

As the music enveloped them, Pedri approached Y/N, his heart beating faster with each step. He leaned in closer, and with a confident smile, he whispered in her ear, "Hey there, bonita, enjoying the night?"

Y/N turned toward him, her playful smile returning. "Oh, definitely," she replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And it just got better now that you're here."

Pedri felt a rush of warmth, encouraged by her response. "I couldn't help but notice how amazing you look in that dress," he said, complimenting her with sincerity.

Y/N blushed slightly, feeling a delightful thrill at Pedri's charming approach. "Thank you. You're quite the dancer yourself," she teased, motioning to the dance moves he had displayed earlier.

Pedri couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking his head playfully. “Oh no, no, I’m terrible at dancing, like seriously, I’m the worst dancer ever” he admitted with a grin.

Y/N laughed, finding his humility endearing. “Well, I beg to differ. You held your own out there, and I had a great time dancing with you,” she replied, teasingly bumping her shoulder against his.

As they swayed to the rhythm of the music, Y/N's friends playfully gave her knowing glances, and Pedri's friends winked at him, signaling their approval of this budding connection.

Pedri couldn't believe his luck at finding someone as captivating and alluring as Y/N. He leaned in once again, whispering in her ear, "Do you want to bail and get out of here? It's a bit crowded in here."

Y/N's eyes sparkled as she nodded, accepting his invitation. Hand in hand, they stepped outside, finding a quiet spot away from the club's lively atmosphere.

Under the moonlit sky, they continued to get to know each other, their conversation flowing effortlessly. Time seemed to slow down, and it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

Pedri and Y/N's connection deepened as they shared intimate moments of laughter, vulnerability, and shared interests. They discovered that their lives had beautifully intersected, and their hearts resonated with the possibility of something special blossoming between them.

As Pedri and Y/N snuck out of the club and arrived at Y/N's hotel, they couldn't help but feel the thrill of the night's adventures still coursing through their veins. Even though the swimming pool area was closed at that late hour, they both shared mischievous grins and decided to take a chance, hopping over the low fence to get inside.

Pedri: "I can't believe we're doing this, this is so exciting !"

Y/N: "Well, what can I say.. Sometimes the best moments are the ones you never planned. Let's make this night even more unforgettable!"

The dimly lit pool area echoed with the sound of their laughter as they dipped their toes into the water. The coolness of the pool contrasted with the warmth of their feelings for each other.

Pedri: "You know, I don't usually break the rules like this, but with you, it just feels right."

Y/N: "Me neither, but there's something about tonight that feels so liberating, like the universe is conspiring in our favor."

*Y/N jumped into the pool*

Y/N: “Hey, Pedri, the water looks so inviting. Come on, let’s jump in!”

Pedri: “Are you serious? It’s late, and the pool is closed. We might get in trouble…”

Y/N: “Hmmm, you’re right. Can u give me a hand?”

With a grin, Y/N extended her hand towards Pedri, mischief sparkling in her eyes. Without hesitation, Pedri took her hand, and before he knew it, he was pulled into the water by Y/N.

Pedri: “Whoa! Okay, you got me!”

Y/N laughed, her joy infectious as they splashed and played in the water. Their laughter echoed through the empty pool area, and the night seemed to be filled with endless possibilities.

Pedri wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist, pulling her closer, and they waded further into the water.

Pedri: "I feel so alive when I'm with you. It's like everything else fades away."

Y/N: "I feel the same way. It's like time stands still when we're together."

As they swam and played in the pool, their connection deepened with each shared moment. The night seemed endless as they continued to talk and laugh under the moonlit sky.

Pedri: "You know, I've never met anyone quite like you before."

Y/N: "And I've never felt this way about anyone else either. It's like we've known each other forever."

Pedri leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest, and gently brushed his lips against Y/N's.

Pedri: "I can't get enough of you."

Y/N: "Me neither. I don’t want this night to end"

Their kisses became more passionate, and the pool seemed to shimmer with the magic of their connection. They held each other close, savouring the sweet taste of newfound love.

Pedri’s hand gently cupped Y/N’s cheek, and he leaned in, his lips softly brushing against hers. Their breaths mingled, and the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their bodies entwined in the water.

Y/N’s heart raced as she melted into the kiss, feeling a surge of desire and passion unlike anything she had experienced before. Pedri’s touch sent shivers down her spine, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, as if they had been longing for this moment all their lives. The water around them mirrored the heat of their embrace, adding to the intensity of their connection.

Pedri’s hands caressed her back, tracing gentle patterns along her spine, while Y/N’s fingers ran through his damp hair, sending tingles of pleasure through his entire being.

As they kissed, time seemed to stand still, and the only thing that mattered was the intoxicating passion between them. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the rhythm of their desires.

The cool water enveloped them, heightening their senses and making the moment even more surreal. They were completely consumed by each other, feeling an overwhelming magnetic pull that they couldn’t resist.

Their lips parted for a moment, both breathless and filled with an intoxicating mix of emotions. They gazed into each other’s eyes, the depth of their connection now undeniable.

Y/N: “Wow.”

Pedri: “Yeah… wow.”

Their voices were barely above a whisper, but the intensity of their emotions spoke volumes. Without saying another word, they leaned in once more, their lips meeting in a searing kiss, more passionate than before.

As they broke their intense kisses, Y/N’s fingers gently brushed through Pedri’s wet hair, and a playful smile spread across her lips.

Y/N: “You know, Pedri, you look quite handsome with wet hair.”

Pedri: “Really? You think I look handsome with wet hair?”

Y/N: “Absolutely! You look so hot, and I love it.”

Pedri’s eyes sparkled with delight, and before he could say anything else, Y/N leaned in and kissed him again, this time with even more intensity and passion. His hands gently caressed Y/N’s back, drawing her closer, while Y/N’s fingers lovingly traced the contours of his wet hair. Each touch, each kiss, sent waves of pleasure through their bodies, leaving them craving more.

As security approached with the beam of a torch light, Y/N and Pedri knew they had to act quickly to avoid any suspicion. They exchanged worried glances, realizing that their current hiding spot might not be enough to evade detection.

Y/N whispered urgently to Pedri, “We need to find a better place to hide. Quick! Come with me!”

She grabbed his hand, searching for a safer spot in the dimly lit surroundings.

The sound of footsteps and the flashlight’s beam grew closer, adding to the tension of the moment. Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel Pedri’s hand trembling slightly in hers.

They managed to find a small storage room nearby, and without hesitation, they slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind them. The room was filled with shadows, and they tried to control their breathing, hoping the security personnel wouldn’t hear any noise.

The footsteps outside passed by, and the beam of the torch light scanned the area once more before moving away. Y/N and Pedri let out a collective sigh of relief, grateful that they had avoided being discovered.

Y/N whispered softly to Pedri, “We should wait here for a while, just to be safe.”

As they waited, the adrenaline from their thrilling escape began to subside, and they found themselves in a surprisingly intimate moment. Unable to resist the pull any longer, Pedri closed the distance between them and gently pressed his lips against Y/N’s. It was a soft and tender kiss at first, but it quickly deepened into something more passionate and lustful.

Y/N’s heart raced as she melted into the kiss, her hands instinctively finding their way to Pedri’s strong shoulders. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and their bodies pressed against each other, igniting a fire that they could no longer control.

With each kiss, the world around them faded away, leaving only the intoxicating taste of each other’s lips.

Amidst the intensity of their passionate kisses, the tight space of the storage room caused a few items to tumble from the shelves, making a soft clattering sound as they hit the floor. Y/N and Pedri paused for a moment, their lips still touching, and then they both burst into laughter.

As they kissed again. The fallen items in the room were quickly forgotten as they surrendered to the heat of the moment.

A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips, encouraging Pedri to deepen the connection even further. His hand gently caressed her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, feeling a rush of desire that she couldn’t deny. The close quarters and shared sense of danger brought them closer together.

Pedri turned to Y/N, his eyes locking onto hers in the dim light.

Pedri: “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Y/N: “Me too. This has been one of the craziest nights of my life.”

Pedri: “Crazy, but unforgettable.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a connection that went beyond the wild escapades of the night.

Y/N: “Indeed. I’ve never been chased by security before.”

Pedri chuckled and said “ Me neither. That was crazy.”

Y/N: “Well… I think I should get back to my room before things get too exciting.”

Pedri smiled, not wanting the night to end just yet.

Pedri: “I don’t want this night to end. Can I see you again?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his question, but she couldn’t resist teasing him a bit.

Y/N: “Hmm, well, you’ll have to find a way to impress me.”

With that, she playfully ran towards her hotel room, leaving Pedri with a mix of excitement and determination in his eyes.

Pedri watched her go, and stopped her and said “Wait! I don’t even know your name. What’s your name?”

“Well, you’ll have to find out next time we meet. Adiós, Pedri!” Y/N smirked, giving him a wink, and blew him a flying kiss.

Pedri standing there, filled with excitement and curiosity about this enchanting woman he had just met. He was captivated by her and couldn’t wait to see her again.

In her room, Y/N leaned against the door, her heart still racing from the thrill of the night. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thought of seeing Pedri again.

[s6lars]

capitán

[lilacprincess7]

4&5 smut list with pedri please 🫶🏼

"Just like that"

prompts: 'spread your legs wider' x 'you taste so good'

a/n: started writing this in between exams lol

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), mentions of p in v, pretty tame compared to most of the other smuts

Pedri had taken you on vacation the moment the season ended. That's how you found yourself in a private resort in Hawai. You were currently sipping on a mango beverage while you watched your hot boyfriend swim for a bit.

He was so sexy right now. You grew wet just from watching him walk around in that pair of swimming trucks. They were a bit low on his waist, grazing his hips. His v-line partly visible, abs completing the view. Thank Lamine for such a great gift, lilac did suit your lover.

Back to the present though, it was like reality had become one of your wet dreams. It was natural for you to want some stimulation. To have him between your legs was preferable, wanted, needed option.

He saw how you fixed your eyes on him, like he was a piece of candy. He loved that gaze so much. It was that gaze that made him feel wanted and needed by you. It definetely had him hot and bothered.

He slowly got out of the sea. Water dripping down his abs, his skin glistening, his eyes fixed on your crossed legs. He dried himself of with a towel and turned to you.

"Hermosaaa are you keeping something from me?"

"Maybe..." you trialed of teasingly, your eyes averting back to the long forgotten book you had in your hand.

He placed one of his hands on your thigh, touching you lightly. He got closer to your face an bit the shell of your ear, licked it a bit even.

"Hmmm, no maybe baby girl, you know I'm right... Let me see how much you need me" he commanded gently

You opened your legs slowly, teasing him. You could feel how soaked you were, to the point were your bikini had a darker tone in the place it touched your pussy.

He moved both his hands on your thighs. With ease, he placed you directly on his lap. You could feel his erection even with the swimsuits between you.

The two of you started making out. Passion mixing with desperation and want. You could feel him tease the edge of your bikini like he was starved of physical touch. His hands seemed to touch you with need, like he could never get enough and in truth he really couldn't.

He turned the two of you around and positioned you under him. Your lips never breaking apart, not even for a breath. You grew lightheaded with how he was touching you all over, grabbing your thighs, your hips, your ass.

He bit your lip, asking for entrance. You of course gave him access. You could feel the need between your legs growing, you wanted something, you couldn't handle it anymore.

"Pepi, please...I need you"

"You have me amor" he replied sincerely, looking with those soft brown eyes into your own, a smile playing on his lips.

Slowly, he started kissing your body. Your neck, your collarbone, the valley between your breasts, your belly button, your thighs, all the way to your ankle.

"Spread your legs wider for me baby"

And you did so without a second thought. He tore your bikini off your body with ease and got done on you. He licked a stripe from your pussy to your clit, getting a first taste.

Your could feel his hands on your thighs, the cold of his rings contradicting the heat of his mouth on you.

He took his time with it. He began his ministrations by sucking on your clit. Eagerly, like it was the best taste ever. Your hands flew to his hair, tangling it between your fingers easily. He moved towards your pussy and started licking you clean. Your taste cause him to hum against you, the feeling sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Hmm... you taste so good amor" he would say every once in a while, whenever your hands stopped pushing his face between your thighs.

You came right there and then, but he didn't stop. He trailed a hand down to your pussy and after you rode out your orgasm he lightly teased you with it. He started using his tongue again. With little stimulation he got you even wetter than before. He entered you with his tongue at the same time he pushed a finger in.

His nose teased your clit, he rubbed you with it on purpose, causing you to arch your back, taking his finger and tongue deeper inside you. He put his entire finger in and you felt his ring against you, he never took it off when he fingered you and you loved the feeling of it against your pussy.

He entered you with a second and then a third finger. He took his time with it while giving you your second orgasm for the day.

"How 'bout I give you something bigger amor?" he whispered in your ear, his voice sexily hoarse and deep.

"Pleasee" you begged him once again.

He carried you to the bedroom of the villa easily, his arms so strong yet soft at the same time. He made love to you all night long, edging you, teasing you, kissing you. He adored even the ground you walked on. You were his jewel and drug. He could never get enough.

[missgavi]

you and pedri are strangers and you both dance at the party and have a make out session !!!

pls make it longer 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

i want to make out with pedri in a dark club. Also, first Pedri imagine woop woop 🥳

Swinging your hips to the beat of the music, you once again make eye contact with the handsome man you've been eyeing for the entire night. Lucky for you, he was doing the same, the two of you sharing a secret conversation through stolen looks.

Throwing your head back, you let the music guide you on the dance floor of the packed club. You were feeling yourself tonight and the man's intensive eyes on you definitely boosted your ego.

Speaking of, as you go for another glance you can't seem to spot the familiar pair of dark eyes anywhere. Before you can look around, you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your middle.

"Are you enjoying yourself hermosa ? Tempting me from the other side of the club with innocent looks but dirty moves on the dance floor, out in the open where every pathetic man can watch you hm?" a thick spanish accent speaks into your ears.

Realising in who's arms you are, you immediately relax and slightly turn your head around to look into the mans eyes. With a smirk on your lips, you begin grinding against his front, his own hips swinging with yours from side to side.

Before you can reply with something witty, a pair of lips attaches to your neck, your head thrown back onto the spaniards shoulder.

His hands land on your hips, spinning you around and kissing your passionately. Both your tongues fight for dominance, a battle won by the man who now had his hands on your ass.

Pulling back for some air, the beautiful man smirks at you, one of his hands travelling up to the back of your neck. Leaning in, he whispers to you "Let me take you home"

[afterglowsainz]

august | pedri gonzalez

summary: in which pedri was never yours to begin with

fc: sophia birlem

a/n: quick short fic that has been in my drafts for so long you have no idea. anyway, what month is it?

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username his girlfriend is very pretty tho

username am i crazy or did he called his relationship a “routine” ???

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yourusername you weren’t mine to lose.

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bffusername men ain’t worth nothing 🔪

yourusername i might have to agree with you on that one 😔

friend1 nooo what happened to hot girl summer :(

yourusername more like sad girl summer 🤪

friend2 i hope his team loses every title and he gets fired 😁

yourusername first part is already kinda accurate 🤭

friend3 august is our favourite month anyway 💗💗💗

yourusername 😔

[dearstvckyx]

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

pedri x reader / comfort / fluff / slight angst (?) / probably badly written Spanish or wording (I’m sorryyyy)

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The ball hit the wooded fence surrounding your yard with another dull thud, bouncing off before rolling back to his feet. He barely stopped to catch his breath before kicking again, his focus sharp, unrelenting.

You watched from the kitchen window, arms folded, the glow of the stove light catching the worried lines on your face. He’d been out there since mid afternoon, and the sun had long dipped below the horizon. Even now, under the soft lights of the backyard, his movements were relentless, almost desperate.

You chewed on your lip. Pedri wasn’t usually like this at home—training, yes for two hours, but never this long, with this… obsession. Something in your chest tugged.

Grabbing your phone, you typed quickly, thumb hovering over a contact. Finally, you tapped Gavi’s name.

You

Hey, is Pedri okay?

He’s been outside for hours?

The typing bubbles appeared almost instantly.

gavs

yeah… míster’s been hard on him lately. he’s stressed.

he feels like he’s not giving enough to the team.

You

okay. thank you gavs.

i’ll take care of him.

gavs

you’re the best for him, you know.

You sighed, leaning against the counter. It wasn’t surprising, but still—seeing it up close made your heart ache.

You pocketed your phone, already pulling plates from the cupboard. If he wouldn’t come in, you’d bring the inside to him.

Within minutes, you had his favorite dinner that his mom had thought you when he was injured, two glasses of water, all balanced on the tray, and a soft blanket draped over your arm. You pushed the back door open, the crisp night air carrying the sound of his steady kicks.

“Pedri,” you called gently, walking onto the grass. He didn’t look up, but you had received a “hmm?” , he continued chasing the ball, weaving it through imaginary defenders.

“Amor, please,” you tried again, this time with more weight in your tone.

He finally glanced at you, chest heaving, his shirt clinging with sweat. His eyes softened for a second—then hardened again as he turned back to the ball. “I need to keep going, cariño. Solo un poco mas.”

You shook your head, setting the tray down firmly on the grass. “No. What you need is to eat. To rest. To breathe. Look at you—you’re running yourself into the ground.”

Pedri paused, his jaw tightening. “If I stop, I’ll fall behind. They need me, el equipo me necesito.”

“They need you healthy, Pedri. They need you whole. Yo te necesita más.”

That finally made him look at you, really look. His expression cracked, just a little, as if he hadn’t realized how much his silence was hurting you.

You knelt on the blanket, patting the spot beside you. “Come. Sit. Eat. For me.”

He lingered there, torn between the ball at his feet and the warmth in your voice. Then with a defeated sigh, he kicked the ball aside and trudged over, lowering himself beside you.

“Está bien,” he muttered.

You handed him a plate, watching as he reluctantly took a bite. The silence stretched, filled only by the distant hum of the city and the rustle of leaves. Slowly, the rigid tension in his shoulders began to soften.

“You don’t have to carry all of this alone,” you whispered, brushing a curl from his forehead.

He swallowed hard, setting the fork down. “Sometimes it feels like I do. Everyone expects me to be perfect. And when I’m not…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “No quiero fallarlos.”

Your heart broke at the vulnerability in his voice. You reached for his hand, squeezing gently. “You won’t fail. You’re human, amor, not a machine. And when you push yourself like this, you only break yourself faster.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. Then you set the plate aside and lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the sky. The stars winked faintly above Barcelona, scattered across the dark canvas.

Pedri blinked at you, confused. “What are you doing?”

“Come here,” you said softly.

He hesitated—then, with a quiet laugh, stretched out beside you, one arm brushing yours.

The two of you lay there in silence, the night wrapping around you like a cocoon. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the faint sound of the city. You turned your head toward him, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Pedri inhaled sharply, your words sinking deep. His eyes softened, his hand finding yours against the blanket.

“Olvidar el mundo?” he murmured, his accent rich with emotion. He squeezed your fingers, lifting them to his lips. “Contigo, siempre.”

The ball sat forgotten in the grass, and for once, Pedri let it stay there. He didn’t move, didn’t plan, didn’t worry. He simply lay beside you, the weight on his chest lightening under the stars, breathing in sync with yours.

And for the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to rest—because with you, he could.

Translations:

Spanish English

Amor Love

Cariño Honey

Solo un poco mas Just a little more

El equipo me necesito The team needs me

Yo te necesita más I need you more

Está Bien Okay

No quiero fallarlos I don't want to fail them.

Olvidar el mundo? Forget the world?

Contigo, siempre With you, always

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[jude5bellingham]

imsg ౨ৎ pedri gonzalez

notes : im super sorry to the anon who asked for these so long ago :(

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[obvithe-bestsoph]

hi, could you place an order for pedri N• 76 I know I said have sex, but that's not what I meant."

No. 76 | "I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them" PG8/PG6 (reader is gavi's older sister) masterlist requests

prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: quite suggestive, brother's best friend.

You had been hanging out with your little brother Pablo, sitting on his couch and playing FIFA together, when he noticed how tense and irritated you were, so being the extremely “helpful” hermanito (little brother) he is, he decides to bring it up. “What’s wrong with you?” “What a kind way to ask that.” you roll your eyes sarcastically. “Seriously, you’re being all weird and grumpy. What’s wrong?” You just scoff at him, not in the mood for his smartass teasing. “When was the last time you got some? You are getting kind of old…” he adds, just stirring the pot as always, although that statement does earn a pillow being thrown at his head. “Shut up Pablo, we aren’t all players like you.” “Just saying! Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing.” he says, playing innocent. You roll your eyes again and score another goal on him. “I do not want to be discussing my sex life with my baby brother, but thanks for your concern.” Sarcasm again. Your specialty. Later that night, Pablo had invited his best friend from the team over for dinner, and then they were going out for a kick around with the ball afterwards. But all dinner, you could barely rip your eyes off the man. A quick Google search under the table told you he was your age, 22, although you were a few months older. Maybe it was the dark, fluffy hair, or the beard, of the way his biceps flexed ever so slightly every time brought the fork to his mouth, but something about him was just so… alluring. 

After you had all finished eating, Pedri was upstairs getting changed into some more athletic clothes, and you and Pablo were doing the dishes in the kitchen when he spoke up. “You know, it’d be great if you stopped eye-fucking my best friend.” Your face immediately goes bright red, and the tone of your reply is just a little too defensive to be believable. “Was not.” “Were too. I literally saw you, you were basically undressing him with your eyes.” You huff, pretending it didn’t at all bother you he knew. Shrugging one shoulder, you give a casual response, “So what if I was? He’s plenty attractive.” “Yeah, well, whatever. Just… don’t try anything with him, vale (okay)?” “I make no promises.” Pablo just rolls his eyes, going back to doing the dishes and you head back upstairs to your room, when you reach the top of the stairs, you collide with a warm and solid body in front of you. Oh lord, he smelt good too. His arm quickly went around your waist to stop you from falling backwards down the stairs, pulling you against him. You swore you could feel something in his pants pressing against your stomach, as he was a bit taller, and it definitely wasn’t his keys in his pocket, if you get what I mean. “Lo siento (I'm sorry), my bad.” He says softly, guiding away from the edge of the stairs before letting your waist go, you immediately missed his arms around you.  You then realise just how red your face is and how flustered you are. “Oh, uh, no, no, you’re all good.” He looks deep into your eyes, like he seems to do with everyone, and you just about fold right then and there. “You sure you’re alright?” “I- er-” at your stuttering, his face turns a little amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up and his eyebrow raising, waiting for your answer. “Yeah, I’m fine. Have fun outside with Pablo.” you mumble quickly, ducking back into your room and shutting the door firmly behind you. You flop down on your bed and bury your face in the pillow, just about giggling and kicking your feet like a teenage girl. You were scrolling Pedri’s Instagram far too late that night, when you accidentally liked a picture from all the way back in 2021. The photo was criminally hot (this post specifically) and despite having millions of followers, for some reason, you just knew he’d see the notification that you liked it.

It only took a few minutes for a new DM notification to pop up. Pedri: Stalking my Instagram, I see? 

You just about lose your mind. Dios mio (oh my god). He knows. What on earth do you say to that? It takes you (a slightly embarrassing) 15 minutes to come up with a reply. You: Maybe? Is that a problem? Pedri: Not at all, hermosa (beautiful). You: Hermosa? Didn’t realise you were such a charmer. Pedri: I can be when I want to. You: When you want to? Does that mean you’re trying to charm, Gonzalez? He repeats your answer from earlier. Pedri: Maybe? Is that a problem? You: Not at all, hermoso (handsome). Pedri: You should come around to my place. I saw how you were looking at me earlier, I know you want me just as bad as I want you. At that, you may have let out a small scream. But then quickly relaxed yourself and type out a reply. You: Send me your address. The next morning, Pablo gets a text from you. It’s a photo of Pedri sleeping, shirtless, in his bed, you next to him. And underneath it was the message:

You: Thanks for the great advice. No sticks up my ass anymore.

Hermanito (little brother): I know I said to get laid, but I didn’t mean him. 🤦‍♂️

[jnhstn]

10-20-24 Fc Barcelona Vs Sevilla: Gavi’s Return

[lilacprincess7]

hi!! good luck with your exams <3 i had to send this request in case i forgot it haha

can you write something about 7-9-14 from the fluff/ angst with pedri

maybe the reader is a model/actress and she doesn't tell him so as not to worry him but he hears it from the media/his friends to see her with a bandage on her leg and something

sorry for mistakes english is not my first language!!

"Runway stress"

summary: in which you hurt your ankle after trying out some high heels of a new designer and everything goes wrong

prompts: 'I'm coming to get you stay there' x 'We need to change your bandages soon' x 'Hey... HEY don't move too much you haven't healed yet'

a/n: this is so cute as an idea, thank u for the req and the wishes!, not throwing any shade to gucci or anything I just liked the pic

warnings: hurt ankle, bandages, idk what else, mentions of Y/n (Y/n/n means your nickname)

It was supposed to be just another day at work. Key word: supposed. Your manager, Jemma, she had called you in to talk about a new brand deal, see if you were intrested and try out a fw pieces they sent as a PR gift.

You knew nothing of the brand, its designers or any other models associate with them but you didn't pay much attention, although it was quite odd. Those were the thoughts running through your mind as you entered the building your team worked in.

"Jemma, I'm here girl, where are you?" you asked,

"Backstage Y/n/n" you heard her shout

Half an hour later you were ready to try out what must be considered as an entire collection of the brand. You took your time going through everything they sent over. Dresses, skirts, shirts, jackets, bags. It had been at least five hours during which Jemma, Emmy -your main photographer-, Pauline -your make-up artist-, Maria -your content producer- and Sofia -your hair stylist- were sitting on the couches of the try-out room and watched you do a mini runway.

They always helped you make such decisions. Different factors always shown on those conversations. Jemma was more concerned about your part of the deal. Pauline and Sofia made sure you chose deals that associated your name with the aesthetics, the high-end tailors. Emmy and Maria took into account how you were porteyed. All of them always cared about you as a person and made sure you were comfortable.

Right now though, comfort had left the chat. The moment you started walking with those heels on disaster struck. You were always the opposite of clumsy, so to say the girls were shocked to see you twist you ankle and fall so messily on the floor was a worrying sight.

"Ahh fuck... it hurts.. it hurts so bad... hmm" these were some stiletos straight from hell for sure.

Jemma, ever the collected one, fetched some ice.

"I think it's swelling a bit. Maybe we should take you to a hospital..." Maria expressed

"I think a quick scan is the best. It could get worse if it's a serious injury and we didn't take care of it properly... Besides, Pedri is going to be pissed if he learns we didn't take care of his woman..." Pauline continued

Sofia helped you sit on the couch while Jemma helped you out of those awful shoes. The girls helped you change quickly and took you to the hospital for an x-ray.

To say your friends were overeacting was minimal. The moment your ankle twisted, yes you admitted it hurt. Right now though, a good two hours after, you couldn't feel something problematic. Your foot moved normaly and without any pain.

None the less, the doctors confirmed through the x-ray that it wasn't broken or fractured. It was just a bit damaged. They said that you should just be cautious for the next couple of weeks and that if you felt it getting worse to come back for a check-up.

You left the with a bandaged ankle but wearing both shoes. You decided that your boyfriend was best kept in the dark about this. He would babysit you constantly and you couldn't deal with that right now.

Unfortunately, luck had other plans for you. In the entrance of the hospital stood none other than Ferran. Great. Just great. How were you gonna cover this one up?

"Hey Y/n, everything okay?"

"Yeah, just a check up you know? You?"

"My cousin gave birth last night and I'm waiting to see her and my niece!"

"Ohh, I'm happy for you! Give her my wishes!" you replied as you walked slowly to your car that Jemma had driven here.

"Will do!" he responded and headed inside.

You thought you had managed to hide the injury pretty good but you ended up being wrong. The first thing Ferran did upon re-entering the hospital was to call Pedri.

"Pedrito!"

"Tirburon!"

"Mi amigo, what happened to your girl?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw her in the hospital. She was limping and I could see a bandage covering her ankle. Albeit, she was hiding it quite a bit, I still saw."

"I don't know what happened but I'm coming to pick her up. Thanks shark"

"Any time.. Got to go! See ya tomorrow!"

"Yep, thanks again"

"Don't mention it!"

And at that they hang up.

"What do you think you are about to do? Tell me baby..." he said as you picked up the phone

"Wha-at do you mean?" you played dump, both of you knew.

"Baby, I know your injured. Please just please let me get you home. You shouldn't drive."

"I admit I shouldn't drive. You are right."

"I'm coming to get you, stay there amor"

"Okay, okay. I'm waiting for you..."

You were completely right about your boyfriend's behaviour. The moment he saw your ankle bandaged up, he decided that until you were back to full health he would help you with everything.

Don't get me wrong. He was really sweet and what he did actually helped. He got you to lean on him so you wouldn't have to put to much weight or limp your way around the house. You admitted thougth that he was kind of restless due to the matter.

That same night, both of you had trouble falling asleep. Him because he was anxious about your foot and you because he wouldn't stop moving.

"Pepi...why are you movin' so much..?" you asked groggily, barely awake

"I can't sleep amor.." he admitted as he turned around to look at you, the light of the moon hitting you in the face, making you look every bit of the goddess you were.

"Why? Are you feeling okay?" you questioned him, wanting to make sure of his well-being

"I'm not okay... because you are not okay and I don't know how to help... and I feel useless"

You leaned in towards him but winced a bit from the movement.

"Hey... HEY don't move too much you haven't healed yet, amor be careful"

"Shh Pepi, it's fine. It's something minor not something you should lose sleep over...come on lean on me and relax. I'm fine and I'll wake you up if I need anything I promise..."

With a sign, he leaned closer to you and let his head fall in the crook of your neck. He still waited until you fell asleep to close his eyes but you could feel that he had eased up and that he was calm enough to fall asleep himself.

When next morning rolled around, he was much the same anxious ball of tame protectiveness.

"Hermosa.. we need to change your bandages soon"

"I know guapo, I know. Let me shower first and then we will change them"

"There is no way you are showering with that ankle. At least not on your own..."

"I like that preposition Pepi" you teased, knowing there was no way he would agree while you were hurt, even though it was in no way connected.

"Don't let such ideas on your head amor, we will actually just shower..."

"Okay okay, lead the way.." you said as a smile blossomed on your lips.

He was so attentive to your every need. So caring, so calm about it all. So level-headed. He knew exactly how to help, what to do and what not to do. You fell even more in love with him because of it.

[artfromfootball]

Copa del Rey

So it is a bit late but we also won another El Clásico today so here it is

[perpsuccor]

PEDRI: WHEN LOVE AND DEATH EMBRACE