#pedri

[canirove]

Espanyol Vs. FC Barcelona | 15.05.2025 | post-match interview | part1 / part2

[paucubarsisimp]

Hey, love your writing!! Can you do a Pedri x Reader where they get asked how they met (could the reader not be Spanish??) Thank you in advance!!!!

first meetings

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which you and pedri explain how you first met

warnings: none!

you were tracing your finger around the rim of your glass, smiling quietly as the group around the dinner table burst into laughter again. the restaurant patio twinkled with fairy lights, and the sound of distant waves from the barceloneta shore made the night feel like a dream.

it was one of those cozy, casual evenings — a mix of pedri’s teammates, their girlfriends, and you, nestled beside him like you had always belonged there. except… you hadn’t always.

you were still kind of new. to spain. to the language. to football, honestly.

you were mid-bite of your dessert when someone across the table asked, “okay, but seriously… how did you two even meet?”

you looked up, blinking. pedri glanced at you with a soft smile. the same one he’d given you the first time you met. gentle. kind. amused. like he already knew how flustered you’d get.

“do you want to tell it, or should i?” he asked, nudging your knee with his under the table.

you giggled. “you start it. i’ll correct all your lies.”

he laughed and leaned back, eyes sparkling. “okay. so. she was lost.”

a year ago — barcelona

you had only just arrived in spain for a language exchange program — your spanish barely holding together with duct tape and a prayer. you’d been trying to get to this cute little bookstore someone recommended, but the maps app glitched and suddenly you were standing outside a football stadium, completely confused and kind of ready to cry.

that’s when he showed up.

well, you didn’t know who he was — just a boy in a hoodie and sneakers, sipping from a juice box and looking completely at home in the city you felt totally foreign in.

he saw you staring hopelessly at your phone and hesitated for only a second before walking over.

“are you okay?” he asked in spanish.

“uh…” you blinked. “hablo… poquito español.”

his lips quirked into a smile. “english?”

you nodded with a breath of relief.

“you look a little lost.”

you laughed nervously. “that obvious?”

he tilted his head and gave you a grin that made your heart skip just a tiny bit. “just a little.”

he ended up walking you to the right street — and then, instead of just waving goodbye, he asked if you had time for coffee. “just so you don’t get lost again,” he said, grinning.

you said yes.

you had no idea who he was.

you thought “barça” was a bakery.

he found that very funny.

back at the table — present day

“she had no clue who i was,” pedri was saying now, still smiling at the memory. “i told her i worked in sports and she asked if i was a gym coach.”

the table burst into laughter.

“hey!” you protested, laughing. “you said sports — you didn’t mention you were famous!”

“i didn’t want to scare you off,” he said softly, only for you to hear.

you felt your cheeks warm as you leaned into him a little.

“i googled him later that night,” you admitted to the group. “and nearly choked on my tea.”

“but she still went on the second date,” pedri added proudly, reaching for your hand.

“only because you brought me pastries,” you teased.

he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it lightly. “i would’ve brought a bakery if you asked.”

everyone let out a chorus of “awww” and you just hid your face in his shoulder, giggling.

later that night

as you walked home hand in hand, your shoes in one hand and his jacket around your shoulders, you looked up at him.

“i’m really glad i got lost that day.”

he smiled down at you, that soft, sweet smile he saved just for you. “i’m glad you did too.”

you rested your head on his shoulder and whispered, “i didn’t even care where the bookstore was anymore.”

he laughed quietly. “good. because i never found it either.”

you both dissolved into giggles under the streetlight, hearts light, hands laced tightly together — two people from two different worlds, meeting exactly where they were meant to.

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[februarymxxn]

His smile 🫠♥️

[pedripics]

pedri stealing gavi’s cap 😂❤️

[fcbswiatek]

looking at us like we’re gonna help

[p8driesta]

🗣️: “Pedri, Pedri, Pedri”

[spidybaby]

La Liga |Barca Boys

Summary: The moment afte they won La Liga.

Warnings: cursing

Pedri

"We are champions!"

Thats the only thing you hear Pedri yellinto the phone. The following were the screams and chants of the team in the dressing room. You blow your nose, happy for him. Even when you are sick to the core, you feel a little better.

The sight of him being so happy and jumping around with his teammates makes you smile.

"Guapa, we won!"

You can barely speak from how much your throat hurts, but you got everything in you to reply to him.

"Campeones!" You say. He didn't hear it, it was more than obvious thanks to the yelling in the background.

"I'll call you later, te amo." He says, smiling and hanging up.

You text him that you are proud of him, asking him to take his time because you don't want to intrude into his celebrations.

You take this time to drift back to sleep, the medicine you took earlier is making you feel dizzy.

You woke up by the sound of your phone. It was Pedri riding a bike. "Vamoooos!"

"Are you on a bike?" You ask, sounding like you are whispering. "I'm happy for you!"

"Espera, we are about to get to the hospital." He says, moving the camera. Now you can see his feet. "Eric, Dani, and Iñigo say hi."

"Hola" You hear different voices. You smile at the sound of his friends. You can hear in their voice, you notice on the way Pedri's eyes shine and his smile never leaves his face.

You wait for a moment, watching him get the bike locked so nobody can take it. You can hear Iñigo cursing that he forgot the shark he got Ferran.

"Go on, l'll walk behind you guys." Pedri says, staying still for a moment. "How do you feel?"

"My happiness overcomes my sickness congratulations, champ." You smile

"Ala, I'm just so excited.'" He smiles. "Can you believe it? La Liga is blaugrana!"

"I can, barca is so lucky to have the best midfielder in the world."

"Buaf, you are making me blush." He says, moving the phone so he can hide his face.

"I can go around and tell everybody my boyfriend is a champion."

"Tell that to your neighbor, the one who keeps winking at you." He smirks. "I'Il check on Ferran, and then l'Il go to your place to check on you.

"Tell Fer to get better, and that I'm happy he's fine." You smile. "See you in a little bit, champ."

"I like that nickname." He smirks. "Champ."

Gavi

You walk behind Gavi, he is jumping happy as he does his typical dinosaure yell. He knew that they were going to win, but he was still bursting out of excitement.

You feel happy for him. He was back from a big injury that got him out for so long. Even with his slow comeback, he was a big part of the team.

"Los del Espanyol son chuches." He says, turning to where you are and walking towards you. (Espanyol's are losers)

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you while jumping. You laugh at his exciment, gripping your arms around him to hold yourself.

"Gavi, stop." You laugh.

"They didn't even win the fight." He smirks. "Chuches, a bunch of them." He laughs.

He finally outs you down, giving you a kiss. "Let's go, champ, you need to change for the party."

You grab his hand, walking to the car. You feel him pull your hand, making you crash on his chest. "I was thinking of a better celebration." He smiles, lifting his eyebrows.

You smile, grabbing his face in your hands. "That sounds so amazing." You kiss him, Gavi moves his hands to a dangerous zone.

"Gavi, you are taking us!" Araujo yells, Lamine walking with him.

Gavi's grip grew tighter. "To Be continued." He jokes, pecking your lips. "Vamos." He yells to them

Ferran

"Pita, hijo de puta." He yells. "Pita!"

"Ferran!" You shush him. "This is a hospital, not the local pub."

"But this hijo de puta. He needs to end this-" He fights, but the goal of Fermin. "Gol, joder gol!"

You can't lie that you yell out of exciment, both of you. Ferran grabs your hand while he is yelling.

"Mister Torres, Miss, you are bothering the whole floor."

"Somos campeones!" Ferran yelled at the nurse. "La Liga es nuestra!"

"Mister Torres, congratulations. But I'm not repeating myself again, one more complain and we are taking the tv privileges away from you." The nurse warns him.

"Que putada." He whispers, putting his hand on top of his mouth.

"We are so sorry," you say, grabbing Ferran's hand. "We are going to be quiet and behave. Verdad, Ferran?" You ask him.

"Si." He smiles. "Also, can we get a pudding?"

The nurse can't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, but please be quiet."

You wait for her to close the door to grab Ferran from the cheeks, giving him a kiss. "Champions!" You whisper to him.

"When we out of here. We are so celebrating." He hugs you. "I need to call Pedri." He looks for.his phone.

To his luck, Pedri was calling him. "Campeones!" Pedri, Dani, Iñigo and Eric yelled into the phone. "Tiburón, we won."

"Vamooooos!" he yells.

"Mister Torres!" The nurse says, opening the door with a pudding on her hand. "No pudding for you!"

"Joder, my pudding." He pouts.

Fermin

"They cancel my goal on the clasico but they can cry me a river, we won!"

"Calm down, champ." You laugh, grabbing his hand. "Let's go with the rest to the party.

"Form 10 to a 100 how much would you rate my goal?"

You humm, thinking just to tease him. "Maybe a 1000." You smile.

"Joder, I'm on fire." He smiles proudly.

You give him a hug, he needed this goal more than people think. After the var called the goal invalid, he was beating himself.

"Your parents were jumping like crazy." You tell him. "Your dad was like < this is my son, he's the best! > it was so cute."

He hugs you, lifting you and jumping happy with you. "Fuck, this feels good. Do you feel good? I feel lightheaded."

"You are okay." You smile, grabbing his cheeks. "I think I'll need to rest to do all that walking tomorro-"

"Thank you for being here." He pouts, giving you a peck. "You are my biggest fan, and I love you for that."

"Te amo, Fer."

"Nono, champ!" He smirks. "That's my nickname from now on."

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[strawberryblue-blog]

Look at me and say it —Pedri González.

Summary: At the Barça victory celebration party, you have an argument with Pedri and it ends in what you both most desired.

Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, Pedri being an idiot, enemies to lovers, cursing, p in v, unprotected sex, sex in public.

Words count: +2.2k.

The music thundered off the walls of the elite disco, the lights burst into fleeting flashes as bodies adorned the place in their expensive and glittering attire.

It was Barcelona's «Copa del Rey» celebration party and as Fermín's best friend and Barça's number one fan, you were a VIP guest tonight and you couldn't be enjoying this more than ever.

It wasn't your first time hanging out with the guys, you had a good relationship with most of the young men and their girlfriends and had become a great group.

Just now as you were dancing and drinking with Maria, laughing while having fun for quite a while already. The guys are some around drinking or chatting, others are dancing with their families or partners and your gaze falls on one of the younger players. He looks at the dance floor with some shyness and barely smiles towards the guys, as if he wants something more.

On impulse, you approach Pau, the shy guy in the group, the one who always looks down when you talk to him and you think for some reason this is a good time to make him feel good. You try to ask him to dance, you take his hand and gently pull him towards the dance floor. He smiles at you and your body vibrates. He's cute and cuddly and really is a nice guy but his shyness and determination won't let him go any further, so you feel the need to help him.

You drag him to the dance floor even though he whines in embarrassment but you know that deep down, he wants this, to have fun. You smile encouragingly and twirl with Pau until you both laugh as you move your bodies. He touches you gently and warmly, as if he's afraid or cautious or maybe because he's a gentleman.

But a hand grabs your arm with sudden force. He holds your wrist tightly and begins to drag you away from the people, dragging you away. Pau looks at you in sorrow when you give him one last look before you are violently pushed away. You try to pull back but you are already too far away and you see no one to excuse you. Your eyes see the dark-haired man walking in front of you as he keeps pulling your arm and you do nothing to stop him. It's as if you have no choice.

He drags you down a dimly lit hallway until the music is drowned out by the large walls and the remoteness of the hallway. You stop him with a thud and manage to break free of his grip as he corners you against the hallway wall. You see him out of the corner of your eye, tall, with that hard expression he always wears when he looks at you.

"Really?" Pedro says, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Pau?"

Your blood boils. "What the hell do you care? We were having fun"

He leans in, his smile crooked as if he knows something you don't. You shake your head, trying to dodge him to leave but he takes your hand again.

"I know exactly what kind of game this is" he mutters harshly. "And I'm not going to let you use him for your whims"

Anger pushes at you. You take a breath and walk towards him, standing firm, not caring that their noses almost touch. You're enraged and you'll let him know it. Who does he think he is?

"You're an idiot, Pedro. I just wanted him to have fun. It's not all about you, even if you love to believe it"

His laugh is low, almost a growl. His face reflects an air of superiority that makes you shiver. Before you used to think that gaze was catching and deep, that it somehow called to you and enclosed you in its aura. But now you know it's the look of just another idiot.

"Have fun? Sure. It's always a game with you, isn't it? You tease, you smile, and then you play innocent" He spits angrily.

His voice is firm and he seem to speak suspiciously. As if you owe him something. You don't respond. You just raise your head to face him. Many say that to be silent is to be granted. But you won't give him the pleasure of talking nonsense about you, much less lower yourself to his level.

"You look like you're looking for attention" he says mockingly, his gaze sweeping down your body, scanning you slowly and completely.

You roll your eyes, letting out an overwhelming sigh.

"What about you, are you the vigilante of the group now?" you spit, crossing your arms. "You can't live without meddling in what you're not supposed to"

Pedro takes a step towards you, closing the distance all at once, more than you had done before. Your back brushes against the hallway wall and the air between you becomes heavy, suffocating.

His hand doesn't touch you, but rests right next to your head, enclosing you without giving you space. His eyes roam over your face, lingering on your lips for a second that makes you swallow saliva.

"Maybe I can't" he whispers. "Maybe I can't stay out of your business"

His words break but he emphasizes the word 'your', as if he wants to generate something in you and you feel the heartbeat accelerate in your throat. You don't want to give in, you don't want to give him that power. But your body burns with that damn attraction you've been denying for weeks.

"Admit it" he murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin. "You follow me like I follow you. You want my attention but when you don't get it, you look where you shouldn't be looking"

An unhinged laugh escapes your throat as you listen to him. Maybe this could go far but you're not afraid, not at all. In fact, you like to provoke it. You like to tease him. You've done it ever since you've known him, since then you've been a back and forth of intentions.

"You're good at creating stories in your head, Pedro. You should have been a novelist before you were a footballer, you're much better at it, believe me" you pat his shoulder mockingly, his jaw tightens and he clenches it.

"And you're good at being a bitch" he spits angrily, getting defensive.

Ouch. It's supposed to hurt you to hear him say that, yet you smile at him. Honestly, you care more that you hit him in his superior, spoiled child pride, checkmate. His brow furrows in anger, his eyes are darker and his breath hitches as you smile victoriously.

"You are..." he says in his hoarse voice.

"I know, an attention-seeking bitch because I can't live without you" you mock, interrupting him in a fake voice, grimacing.

Pedri swallows saliva, tilting his head to one side, narrowing his eyes. Rage can be seen in the edge of his eyes fighting against yours. The air is suffocating. The distance is overwhelming.

And then, without further ado, his mouth collides with yours. It's a fierce kiss, without sweetness, like a battle neither of us wants to lose. The hand that was on the wall around your head, grabs you by the neck and kisses you wildly, guiding your mouth on his. He is dominant, he marks every move before he makes it, as if he had planned it and maybe he has. But you've dreamed of kissing him too, you can't deny it.

Every time you fought with him, every time you argued or teased each other, you wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time. Just like now.

His other free hand runs up your legs, caressing the beginning of your thighs slowly. Your air is cut off for a second, your body goes into a general spasm and you can barely move. His mouth never stops mauling yours as your tongues caress each other in the heat. His fingers sneak into your skin and begin to work their way up your thighs, caressing you. A gasp escapes your lips as the heat begins to release from your body.

Your hands refuse to touch him but it is inevitable when his hand moves up to your crotch with a sharp touch, as if following an invisible line down your body. Your fingers move tangling in his hair as he finally touches you, his hand warm on your hip, pulling you closer, as if he needs to feel every line of your body against his.

The kiss is deep and hard, with some hatred but a lot of desire. Repressed desire that was burning your hearts from the moment you met until just now. The sudden desire to feel his hands roaming your body and his lips devouring you as they are doing.

The music dies out in your ears. The world is reduced to this, his mouth, his hands, the desperate heat between you. It is a war and a surrender at the same time.

When you separate, you both breathe hard. Your foreheads lean against each other, your lips swollen, and still you say nothing, because any word would break the spell.

Your hands on his chest push him away as a seductive smile plays on your lips and with a single push, you push him away from your body and turn to walk away.

However, as your body turns his hand takes yours quickly and with enough force, he pushes you over the cold wall.

A startled and surprised gasp comes out of your mouth but is almost mistaken for a gasp of pleasure. His chest sticks to your back and presses you against the wall as your face leans against it. Another gasp comes out of your mouth. But this time it's at the feel of his swollen cock in your ass, rubbing you desperately.

His hands circle around your belly and up your body, to the hollow of your breasts. You swallow saliva as his hands encircle your breasts clothed but bare with the simple silk fabric of your violet dress. Your nipples harden at his touch and he laughs teasingly but you can't respond but moan and give in.

Damn. He's not even really touching you and you feel your crotch moisten. In fact, you're pretty sure you were already aroused before you came down this hallway. Yes. When you saw him on the dance floor dancing and playing with his friends or when he gave you a murderous look from his place while you were chatting with Ferran.

Neither of you say anything, you just stand there, glued like chewing gum, as you touch each other. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you and your back rubs against his chest, seeking friction to feel his cock in your ass. His hands keep squeezing and circling your nipples, as you both gasp from the friction.

Curses come out of your mouth in whispers as he keeps touching your desperate body, his lips attaching to your neck and kissing you hard. You don't mind at all being in the middle of the hallway, it's not like so many people walk by. And anyway, this is a restricted area.

So you don't waste time touching each other. His warm hands encircle your waists and help you turn and you look at the image in front of you. His cheeks are red, as if he had run 90 minutes in the game, his skin glows in the darkness of the place and you can barely see his black eyes under the flashes of the neon lights. You bite your lips as his hands delve into your dress, you're thankful it's loose enough for him to pull it up and you're also thankful you put on black lace panties, as if you knew this was going to happen.

With your hands you take the belt of his dress pants and undo it, pulling his pants down just a little, making room for you to stroke your hard member inside his boxers. Pedri gasps, resting his head on your shoulder and biting your neck hard, returning your surprise.

His hands wrap possessively around you and you rise from the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your back slams against the wall and you gasp as you feel your abs rub against your damp panties. His eyes search yours hungrily and furiously, your mouths say nothing to each other but at the same time your gazes speak too much. His hands position themselves on your ass, squeezing you and his fingers run down the side of your panties, caressing your center as you did before, preparing you.

He sighs settling into your center, his cock eagerly jumping out of his pants to have you and who are you kidding, you can't wait to feel him inside you. You close your eyes and bite your lips as he gently slides inside you, in a delicate, smooth motion, opening your hot walls.

"Oh god" you say as it hits you completely.

"No babe, it's not God, it's me" he murmurs in your ear as he begins to penetrate you hard.

Your moans become uncontrollable as the stimulation begins to take over you. His cock hits just the right spot while his hands grip your ass possessively. Your hands take his shoulders trying to hold on, this position is not the most comfortable but it is the hottest and most pleasurable. He's in control, he always was. He lets you know it as he fucks you against the wall again and again, you're even afraid your dress might rip completely. Shit, this is heaven and he's god.

"Look at me, babe" He groans. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you make the effort. "You're my bitch, say it"

His deep voice makes you feel like you're on the verge of orgasm, or maybe because you really are.

He don't have to ask again because you are at his feet. You can't ignore the fact that he's fucking you like no one else has, smashing you against the dirty club wall. That he has your soul as his own and that you want this as much as he does.

"I'm your bitch, Pedri" You say with your gaze on his.

His smile appears on his face like another victory, while he continues to fuck you hard and passionately as if it were just another game. And in that charged silence, you know you've just crossed a line from which there is no turning back.

And you don't regret it at all.

[lucy90712]

Champions

Pedri:

- As soon as all the players come off the pitch Pedri goes straight to you he doesn't care about all the cameras and the people shouting questions at him he has one thing on his mind and that's you 

- Once he finds you his arms go straight around your waist to hold you tight he doesn't spin you round or jump up and down with you in his arms he simply just holds you soaking up the moment

- You tell him how proud you are of him and the season he's had which makes him a little emotional because after last season he wanted nothing more than to just play as many matches as possible and he's done just that exceeding all your expectations 

- He doesn't want to go back to the party he knows will be happening in the locker room he just wants to enjoy this moment with you because your encouragement and unwavering support is a major reason why he's been so motivated this season because he wanted to show you that he's as good as you always believed he was 

- You didn't let him just stay with you because you want him to be part of the team celebrations but you do give him one more minute to hug you which he takes full advantage of by spending the whole minute kissing you until you have to physically push him off you 

- Before he goes he takes a picture with you which he posts on his story with the caption my trophy which you know is super cheesy but still you save the photo to remember this moment forever 

Gavi: 

- He is so full of energy when you finally see him even after all the locker room celebrations as soon as he sees you he runs towards you full speed which nearly has you falling straight to the floor but luckily he had enough balance to keep you both upright 

- Straight away he picks you up and starts throwing you in the air he nearly drops you a few times and other times he nearly throws you high enough to hit your head on the ceiling but somehow neither of those things happen although you didn't care one bit how close you came to getting hurt because you were just happy for Pablo and the team 

- If you let him he'd spend the rest of the night with you in his arms throwing you in the air like it's nothing but you don't because eventually you know he will drop you and after a while it makes you feel a bit sick so he has to let you down but not before he's had his fun 

- Once your feet are finally back on the floor his lips are straight on yours. He always kisses passionately that's just the way he is but he was extra passionate as he kissed you this time there was just something special about the kiss like it held all the emotions of the last year the highs and the lows that all led to this exact moment 

- To win the title after going through such a horrible injury even if he didn't feature as much as he might have liked meant a lot to Pablo and to have you there to celebrate it with him meant even more because you stuck by him every second of his recovery and cheered him up with the dreams of this moment now it's here and he couldn't be happier 

- The rest of the night is crazy with celebrations at the training centre and then the chaotic drive home but Pablo has you by his side taking in as much of it with him as he can while also protecting you from some of the craziness as he's knows it's a lot for you even if you say you enjoy it 

Alejandro: 

- He's so excited he's almost bouncing off the walls but that doesn't surprise you when he's really happy he always acts that way which makes you smile knowing that he's proud of his achievements because he should be 

- As soon as he gets the chance he slips away from the team celebrations and comes straight to find you and when he does you brace yourself for impact because you know he's going to run straight into you which he does but he surprises you by picking you up 

- He spins you round even though he knows spinning can make you feel sick because he's just that excited and honestly you don't care because you are excited too and you want to celebrate with him even if it means getting a little dizzy 

- To make up for spinning you round and making you dizzy he makes sure to smother you in kisses all over your face and neck before he finally kissed your lips which he doesn't want to pull away from but you don't want to be seen almost making out so you pull away eventually 

- At some points you feature in his live when he randomly decides to pull you in and kiss your cheek or dance around with you which ends up all over tiktok with so many people calling you two the cutest couple 

- On the way home the fans surround your car so Alejandro decides to celebrate with them but he can't leave you out so he makes you put the car in park and join him standing out the sunroof and he even sits you on the roof so you can take it all in and it's a lot but it fills you with joy that you get to be part of all this 

Ferran: 

- There's no great time to get appendicitis but the timing really couldn't be worse for Ferran as he has to miss all the teams celebrations for the title he contributed to helping them win but as sad as he is about that it's made slightly better by having you with him 

- Your celebrations are somewhat muted as Ferran is still recovering so instead of jumping around like the rest of the team are Ferran has you climb into his bed so he can cuddle with you as that's the best way he can think of to celebrate in his position 

- Your try it be careful as not to hurt him but he pulls you right into his side so he can hold you and shower you with kisses which really you should be doing to him but who are you to argue with him after he's just had surgery 

- During the celebrations the boys FaceTime him so you grab his phone and hold it so that he can see everything going on and feel as much a part of it all as possible and of course it's not the same but just from the smile on his face you can tell he's still enjoying himself 

- After leaving the stadium some of the guys come to the hospital to see Ferran so you go to get out of his bed so he can talk with his teammates but he doesn't let you he makes sure you are still curled up next to him the entire time as that's when he's at his happiest especially if he can't be amongst the whole team and the fans

- Once the boys left things get quieter and the both of you settle down for the night although it takes a while for you both to fall asleep after all the excitement but eventually Ferran falls asleep first so you text the guys to thank them for trying to include him as much as possible before going to sleep yourself 

Fermin:

- The match against Espanyol had everything it was tight, full of tension and most importantly of all Fermin scored, you really didn't see it coming so when the ball went into the back of the net you couldn't even cheer your jaw was just on the floor but you were so proud of him 

- He spent a while celebrating with the team which you fully expected so you just waited patiently until Fermin finally emerged hair a mess and still jumping around until he saw you then he stopped jumping around and ran over to you bringing you straight into his arms so you could jump around together 

- Eventually you get to properly congratulate him on his goal and the title but that's the only words he lets you get in before he kisses you and grabs your hand to bring you to join the celebrations which by that point are slightly less intense but it's still a lot of fun 

- At some point you somehow end up wearing Fermin's shirt which was all sweaty but it really didn't bother you as you were just having so much fun and soaking up the moment because Fermin will never win his first la liga title again although he will hopefully win many more in the future 

- The night was long and you get separated from Fermin again as the players go out onto the balcony at the training centre but you watch it all filming every second to show him at some point although he has his eyes on you in the crowd most of the time occasionally blowing you a kiss or making a heart with his hands directed at you 

- By the time you get home you are well and truly exhausted but Fermin is still full of energy but because he knows you're tired he settles down in bed with you and just holds you taking in everything that's happened in the last few hours and as he does he realises his lucky he is to get to experience it all with you so he kisses you gently just as you are falling asleep

[ferr4n]

los amo tanto

[canirove]

[orodaeh]

Okay honestly FUCK OFF... how can he be so hot and cute at the same time. GOD send me a Pedro Pascal right now... i need him. God took his time with him...

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[zayphia]

football tournaments give me a genuine midlife crisis because one day it’s 2014 and you’re a kid and your favourite player is still in their peak and then it’s another two years and then you’re older and your favourite player is older and then it’s another two and you’re older than the newest players and your favourite player is retiring. not good. do not recommend.

[pedripics]

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