#pedri gonzález

[lunaandco]

a little bit too old

pairing: pedri x ofc

summary: natalia pastor owns a luxury restaurant chain in spain. she's worked hard for her success, but has neglected the romantic aspect of her life. at 32, she should not be entertaining the advances of a hotshot, decade younger, footballer but... he makes some good arguments.

warnings: age gap

taglist: @htpssgavi; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

Natalia loved working on the kitchen. It was right where it all started, when she was twenty two, with a loan, an idea and the culinary degree under her arm. A decade later she owned the most successful luxury restaurant chain in Spain, she was a self made business woman that didn't need to work anymore.

And yet, she enjoyed going back to the kitchen and working with her chefs, make the dishes she had designed herself, for the rich patrons that could not tell the difference between a medium rare and a well done steak.

That was how she met him for the first time.

Her restaurants were no strangers to celebrities and famous characters from all over Spain, so when the rumour ran across the staff that Barcelona's midfield sensation was among the guests, Natalia did not think twice of it.

But Pedri was curious, and was accompanied by people that knew a thing or two about food, namely, his family, who all were involved in the running of their own small restaurant.

Natalia sometimes wished she had opened a small restaurant like that herself, with earthy homemade food and warm regulars. But she wanted to be in the avant-garde, in the elite. She wanted the Michelin stars, the money and the prestige.

The family was invited to see the kitchen after they finished dinner, when the restaurant was about to close. It wasn't unusual, specially if Natalia was around. Rich people liked to have exclusive experiences and things like that. Natalia had learnt how to satisfy them in that regard.

However, this family was a bit different. The older brother looked around in admiration, the eyes of a chef in development drinking it all. Natalia made a note of checking on his progress in culinary school. He might be an asset down the line.

The parents, meanwhile seemed interested in how big the kitchen was.

"If you leave me here alone I'll get lost," joked the father. Natalia smiled politely, as the mother squeezed her husband's arm. They seemed sweet.

And Pedri? He was listening out of politeness, but he was not looking at the kitchen. He was not looking at the food. He was looking at her.

And he was hungry.

Natalia squirmed a little. She was used to getting attention from men who considered her attractive, who wanted to own her. She had learned early on that men tended to be gold diggers as often as they complained about them, her few boyfriends when she was on her early twenties all tried to hijack the business from her. She was also used to older men flirting with her, wanting to turn her into their little housewife.

But the way Pedri looked at her, she could tell he wanted something else.

He was young, she knew that. Too young for her to actually entertain whatever he wanted.

But if felt nice, being looked like that. Like she was desirable.

It had been years since she chose to sleep with someone. In her late twenties, Natalia had had a few flings and one night stands, but with time she had grown bored an lazy. It was not worth it. She stood by it, still.

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Pedri kept showing up. Sometimes with his family. sometimes with his friends, but Natalia got used to seeing him around. He was polite, never conplained, the kind of costumer everyone loved. The waiters adored him, said he was kind and charming.

Natalia tried to ignore the impending sense that something was going to happen. That he was going to do something. That this was the calm before the storm.

It was a warm September night, Champions League success still fresh in culers tongues, when Pedri showed up alone. He ate his food quietly, his cheeks permanently pink even if it was clear he had not done any exercise hours previous to the dinner.

Natalia made his dessert herself. It was a fruit salad, not the fanciest or more complex thing on the menu, but clearly the one that fit his diet the best.

When it was time to leave, Pedri dragged his feet. Natalia clocked it from the bar, where she was making a drink for herself. She knew it was a matter of time until he approached her, but instead of doing the right thing. and retreating back to the kitchen, she waited.

And he did reach her, a slight stammering and hands twitching at the sides of his body. He was charming. Natalia found herself mirroring his smile, leaning to hear every word tinted with Canarian accent.

He wanted to meet. A date, actually. Natalia giggled nervously.

"I think I'm a little bit too old for you, cariño," she told him, but Pedri shook his head.

"Not really."

"I'm a decade older than you," she protested.

"I know." Natalia's eyes darted around the room, checking that no-one was looking at them. Only Lupe was near enough to hear, preparing the drinks for a table of six. "I don't care," he insisted. "I... I've never been into girls my age."

"I..." Natalia gaped like a fish. It was rare that someone could catch her by surprise, but Pedri had managed. She wasn't sure what she expected him to say, he seemed hell bent on going on a date with her.

"You didn't say a straight no, though," he smiled. "I know age gaps like this can end up very badly, but I really want to try it."

Natalia sighed. This was a problem.

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Her back hit the wall forcefully, but Natalia was too busy scratching the back of Pedri's neck, and returning the intensity of the kiss, to worry about it.

His hard body pressed her against the cool surface, arms caging her, thigh parting her legs and tongue slipping inside her mouth.

Her first assessment of Pedri being hungry was right. She had just not realised how starved he actually was.

Natalia bit his lower lip and he groaned, a hand reaching to grip her jaw and keep her in place. Usually she would insist on having the upper hand in a hook up, but there was no time to tell Pedri otherwise.

And for the first time in quite a long time, Natalia actually wanted to be led.

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Pedri did not leave after they were done. He buried his face on Natalia's pillows, a low whine coming from his chest. Natalia's chest clenched with longing.

Those were bad news.

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Natalia wished she could say had been responsible and ended the thing with Pedri, but before she realised, she was hanging out with him more often than not, texting at odd hours in the day, frowning at the odd gen z humour and memes he sent, trying to find the punchline; pet-sitting the cutest puppy in the world when Pedri was away for games, which meant he had to go to her house whenever he got back.

Pedri had a bright smile on his face everytime they met.

Natalia was at home, drafting the new menu for her restaurants, when Pedri showed up, Nilo in tow, and a bouquet of flowers on his hand.

"Buenas..." He grinned, giving her a peck. Natalia's heart clenched. It was undeniable that she had fallen for the boy, that all the precautions had not stopped him from taking a place on her life.

It was a dangerous game. Pedri was young, had a lot to learn and to explore. It was naive to think that he would want to settle down. And then there was the thing with his job. Natalia was mature enough to not let stereotypes cloud her judgement, but she also knew better than to fully trust a footballer to remain 100% loyal.

At least for the time being, when they had not specified anything in their relationship.

Or well, they hadn't. The flowers on Pedri's hand were suspicious as hell.

"Hi, baby," Natalia distracted herself by greeting Nilo, who's seemed to be happy to meet her wagging his tail and lolling his pink tongue.

When she looked up to Pedri, he had a tender expression on his face.

"Would you like to come to my next game?" He blurted. Natalia's breath catched on her throat.

"When is that game?" She asked, trying to make time, to organise her thoughts.

"Wednesday at nine. It's against Bayern..."

Champions fucking League.

The more Natalia delayed her response, the more Pedri's face contorted into a pained expression.

"It's okay if you can't or don't want to..." his tone was broken, Natalia gulped, swallowing all of her fears and insecurity. She could freak out later.

"I would love to," she admitted, and there was no lie on her mouth. Pedri's face broke into a grin.

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Natalia managed to hide all her doubts until the moment she put a foot in Montjuic. She walked up the stairs, searching for her seat, among all the families. She found it next to a blonde, beautiful woman close to her age.

Natalia knew her. Anna Lewandowska and her family had gone to her restaurant a couple of times before, and she could tell that Anna recognised her too.

"Hey!" she greeted in accented Spanish. "What a nice surprise!"

Natalia replied with the same enthusiasm, anxiety crawling through her stomach.

"Who are you coming for?" The question she was dreading finally came. This part of the stands was reserved to family and friends, to be here, Natalia had to be invited.

"For Pedri," she said, loud enough to be heard. The smile froze on Anna's face. By the corner of her eye, she could see other women taking a pause. Natalia knew what all of them were thinking. What she thought herself.

Too old for Pedri.

"That's... wonderful," grinned Anna, trying to remain polite. Before Natalia could think of something, Fer slipped on the seat next to her, an arm dropping over her shoulders.

"Damn, I never thought my brother would finally find the balls to invite you," he said. When Natalia turned to look at him, he was smiling. There was no trace of judgement on his face. "Mami has been dying to meet you properly, you better come for dinner with us after."

The knot on Natalia's chest cam undone, the feeling of acceptance flooding her veins.

Oh. Oh.

Pedri's parents arrived a bit later. When they spotted her with their son, they lit up to the point that Natalia almost teared up.

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Pedri rushed to them with flushed cheeks, an huge smile on his face, blabbering about the 4-1 victory and something about Tom Hiddleston wanting to talk.

Natalia could not hide the smile on her face, watching him talk and hug all his family like an overexcited ball of fluff. When he stopped in front of her, he kissed her. It was short and soft, but Pedri was smiling so brightly Natalia could only mirror him.

"You were wonderful," she told him. It was true. She had gasped as the crowd chanted his name, the same name engraved on her heart.

"Thank you."

"Pedri," called his father. "Don't you have a proper presentation to do?"

Natalia watched the boy flush.

"Can I introduce you as my girlfriend?" He asked, holding his breath waiting for the answer. "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Natalia took a deep breath. It was a bad idea. It was not socially acceptable. But she could not think about any of that as he looked at her, waiting.

"Yes," she accepted, before she could regret it.

[sports-on-sundays]

i NEED some pedri enemies to lovers where the reader is dating joao felix and he is really abusive to her and when pedri finds out in a party he defends the reader

got your back / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x female!reader - Pedri hates you. Well, that is, until he's faced with a situation to genuinely be concerned with you. Then? Of course he doesn't hate you!

Warnings: mention of sexual abuse/crossing boundaries, discomfort, language, unwanted physical/sexual action being pushed, mention of sickness, having to fake happiness/being fine, physical abuse, anxiety, fear, don't read if you could be sensitive to anything here- I'd hate to hurt anyone or bring back any pain or anxiety anyone might have - read at your own risk!

Author's Note: I got nothing against João, so instead of using him, I just made the guy an unnamed La Liga player, because I don't want to paint anyone in a terrible image, and I'm sorry if I have done that in the past, but I don't feel comfortable with it. I hope this makes sense and you understand! Thanks for the request!

Requested?: Yes.

You and Pedri hate each other. You've known each other forever, and from the very beginning, your personalities clashed. At times, things were better, but after fallout after fallout in your friendship, it's come to a point where both of you decided that what's done is done, and it's likely just the best for both of you to leave each other alone and stay out of each other's lives.

You don't think about Pedri. Not often, anyway. Now with your new relationship, too, anyway, and all the struggles that are coming with that, you're glad you don't have to worry about all the arguments you and Pedri used to have.

Your boyfriend really wanted you to come to this specific match, though. Against Barcelona. You tried to explain to him that you really would rather not go to a Barcelona game to watch him, simply because of the stress of possibly running into Pedri, though you know how unlikely that really is.

But with your bad luck, who even knows?

Well, the match goes alright, but, admittedly, your boyfriend's team gets hammered by Barcelona, so you suppose you're supposed to be disappointed.

You're walking out, waiting to meet up with your boyfriend, when suddenly, your bad luck strikes.

Of course.

Well, it really has nothing to do with luck, or the lack of it. Though you don't know that. You don't know that Pedri made the effort to find you when he saw that you're at the game.

To you, your bad luck is just making you run straight into Pedri.

"Y/n!" Pedri says as soon as he sees you, stopping in front of you.

You roll your eyes, looking away from him, murmuring simply, "Why are you talking to me."

He stares. Those stupid, stupid eyes, sharply bearing into you. He snorts, saying, "Jeez. Because I know you?"

"Didn't we agree it'd be best to go our separate ways?"

He stares, before snorting, saying, "Doesn't mean I have to treat you like a stranger."

You bite your lip, looking up. "After what you've done to me, I'd rather like it to be that way, actually."

He stares, almost dumbfounded, before the anger sets in. "Oh yeah, and what have I done to you? Get over yourself, you're acting as if I traumatized you! It was never that bad!"

"Pedri, I don't want to talk to you," you say simply, shoving past him as you see your boyfriend start heading down the hall towards you.

He snorts, shrugging, and snaps, "Well, alright, then! You fuck off, too, if that's what you want me to say back!" And with that, you both walk away, feeling angrier than you really have to be.

"He was bothering you?" your boyfriend asks, raising an eyebrows, his arms snaking around your waist.

But it doesn't provide much comfort, considering that probably part of the reason you reacted so harshly towards Pedri is because of the stress already welling up in your chest about your boyfriend himself.

He's over half the problem. In fact, he might be one hundred percent the problem, or at least close to it.

You don't want to be here. You don't want to be at your boyfriend's flat, either. In fact, all you want right now is to be in your own home, alone, in bed, with your pajamas on and a blanket enveloping you.

But instead, you have a drink in your hand, are wearing a black, lacy dress, and are thoroughly exhausted with having to stand there, arm linked with your boyfriend's, looking nice and pretty next to him.

It painfully feels just a little bit too much like all clout.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't done what he did to you last night after the match. He had forced you to do things you certainly weren't comfortable with. Especially not only four months into dating. It was too much for you.

Maybe for other people, it wouldn't have mattered. Maybe other girls would have actually loved that.

You? You've been feeling sick to your stomach for the last twenty-four hours, completely uncomfortable with your boyfriend, and having to fake it all the while. That hasn't been the first time something like this has happened. This time was just the worst.

You should've seen it coming. It's like on top of it all, regret is nawing at you as well.

The night is superficial and empty already, but your stomach lurches as soon as you get a glimpse of none other than Pedri González. You turn your head away, hoping for him to not recognize you, feeling even sicker than before, if that was even possible.

Your fucking luck, huh.

It's then, that, though you really thought things actually couldn't get any worse, that they really do.

Your boyfriend leans in and whispers close to your ear, "You look pale. Bored?"

You swallow, shrugging, "I guess."

"The night's still young, but there's nothing here for us." His hand on your lower back slips down a bit. You swallow as he continues, "We could step out and spice it up a bit."

Your jaw clenches. "Oh, no, that's okay..."

He chuckles. "Trying to be all neat and prissy? Don't play that game. C'mon," he murmurs, taking your hand and starting to lead you away through the groups of people around at the party.

"No, no, really... it's okay..." you murmur weakly, feeling dread and, frankly, fear sink in.

No, no, no. Not this again.

What's he going to do?

He seems to ignore you as you slip into a narrow hallway where some bathrooms are. Not the main bathrooms, though. You didn't even know there were bathrooms back here.

So no one promises to come this way.

Which means it's completely private.

You swallow.

It's then that he pushes you against the wall, getting close, and murmurs, "I could make this night very interesting for you, honey."

You turn your head away, looking down, towards the floor. "U-hm... You sure this is a... safe idea?"

"No," he grins. "I know it's fucking dangerous. But I also know it's a fucking good idea. Now, stop all this coy shit."

With that, he grabs your chin, shoving it up, making the back of your head hit the wall. "Ow-!" you murmur, your face crinkling with a quick grimace.

He hums. "Oh, get over yourself. You know you want this just as much as I do..."

"I-" you begin, but are interrupted by his lips meeting yours in a rough kiss.

It doesn't even feel good.

Your brain is screaming, your head pounding.

Fear grips your chest.

He moves his body against yours in a disgusting way, and every single cell in your body frantically searches for some way to make it stop.

It's then that you feel his hand stroking your thigh, grabbing at the bottom of your dress. You pull away long enough just to say desperately, "No- Please, no- Not here... please."

But he slaps your thigh, hard. You bite back a yelp as he murmurs, "I can do what I want to y-"

"And I can do what I want to you, too!" a voice suddenly says, before, in a flash, you watch as a hand slaps itself across your boyfriend's face. He stumbles back, which means you stumble forward, but there are arms there to catch you.

Not your boyfriend's, though- he's holding his face, looking absolutely shocked at-

You turn to see who has his arm around you from behind.

Pedri.

"What the hell?!" your boyfriend roars.

"Ask yourself that, asshole! Didn't she tell you to stop?"

"None of it is your business!"

"It is when you're doing it in a public area, for God's sake!"

You watch as your 'boyfriend' gulps and murmurs, "Let go of her."

"How about we stop talking as if Y/n isn't here? Y/n, do you want to fucking stay with him?"

You stare ahead, feeling so caught off guard by what has just happened, and the question that Pedri is apparently proposing for you to decide.

As unfortunate as it seems to you, you know which of them you trust more, despite all the trouble you've had with Pedri over the years.

"Listen," you say to your boyfriend, swallowing back tears. "I think you just better go now... I'll pick up my stuff from your flat in a few days... I think it'd be best- best to just end it here, now. I just don't think I'm the kind of person who's right for you."

As you ramble on anxiously, the rage builds up in his eyes more and more, before he yells, "Fine!" slaps you hard across the face, and leaves, walking off.

You stand, staring, your eyes watering in pain. You swallow.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

"I- I don't know."

Pedri folds you into his arms. "You can come back with me to my hotel room, if you want."

You sniff, holding back tears, before nodding. "I- Okay... Let's go."

Once there, you broke down. Sat on Pedri's hotel room bed and cried. And he sat there with you, being that shoulder to cry on. And your rivalry and friendship fall outs and all the other garbage between the two of you seem to slowly fade away. For now. At least just for tonight.

It's the least of your problems.

Now you lay, staring at the wall. You hear Pedri exiting the bathroom. Walking across the room. The weight on the bed shifting as he gets on.

"Y/n..." he says gently.

"Yeah?"

There's a few moments of hesitation, before he says softly, "Mind if I lay with you."

Now hesitation on your part. "Go ahead."

You feel him lay down next to you. His arm gently, tentatively wraps around you.

You lay together, in silence for a while.

"I'm sorry," Pedri suddenly says after long enough.

"For what? You helped me."

"For every single thing I did wrong over the years. I'm sorry for the fact that every time, I screwed it up again."

"It wasn't just you. I was fifty percent of the problem."

"I guess I just... I just like you a lot, you know? I just don't know what to do with that. I didn't realize it until you've been out of my life for six months now."

You nod slowly.

"I'm glad I found you when I did."

"I am, too," you say simply back.

"Seeing him do that to you... That... it's like all I could feel was pure... rage."

You don't have much to say to that, so just whisper softly, "Thank you... for helping me."

He nods slowly. Pulls you closer.

You don't mind. This kind of thing; it feels comforting. Not scary.

You lay there in more silence, before Pedri says softly, "Can we try this again?"

"Can I trust you?"

He sighs. "I think I finally realized how much I can't live without you. How much I care about you."

You snort, yawning. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that almost sounds romantic."

More silence, before he finally says, "Maybe it is. But even if it were, would that even matter right now?"

You shrug, looking back at him with sleepy eyes. "I reckon not. But it might matter someday."

He smiles softly, kisses your nose, and silences himself fully before sleep takes the both of you.

[pedriache]

Lover, you should’ve come over 𖦹 Pedri González !

summary. maybe pedri was too immature when your relationship had started. he hadn’t treated it like a fragile thing that could break if mistreated. but now, almost a year after breaking up… he would give anything and everything just to roll over in the morning and place a kiss upon your shoulder. but first, he had to make things right.

wc. 790+

disclaimers. angst. hurt/w little comfort. hopefully ending/open ending.

notes. i love you jeff buckley.. sorry i didn’t do this justice i found this in the drafts and decided to get it over w and out of my drafts..

Pedri’s knee bounced rampantly. His heel connecting with the concrete sidewalk for a fraction of a second before lifting off. He was so nervous, sweat beads forming on his brow as he looked down the narrow path that he knew you’d appear in any moment.

The wind was chipping sway the false front of calmness he’d tried to put on, though it’d only lasted twenty minutes before his knee wasn’t just bouncing out of sheer coldness.

He’d called you the night prior, his voice shaky with nerves. You’d only let out a long, defeated sigh before agreeing to meet with him the following morning before work.

When your figure appeared around the corner of bushes, his posture straightened, eyes fixing on your every move. Your gaze drifted over him assentingly before easing yourself down onto the bench beside him.

You weren’t quite sure if you wanted to be here. In all honesty, you weren’t quite sure why you’d even bothered. Maybe it was his tone of voice, the one that always had you giving in and forgiving him. Maybe it was the lingering ache in your chest from his absence.

Or, maybe it was the simple fact that there was a chance you’d get closure.

“Hey.” He murmured, hands wound tightly together on his lap. His knee slowed its bouncing and his eyes finally met yours, soft and sorrowful.

Your lips pulled into a thin line, exhaling through your nose. Then, you relaxed onto the park bench, crossing one leg over the other. “I’m not gonna bother to pretend to be happy to see you, Pedri. Just tell me what you couldn’t over the phone.”

Pedri flinched at your words, but other than that he didn’t give way to the emotions rattling through his mind and soul.

“I know, I don’t expect you too.” He sighed slowly, “I’m sorry. I am sorry.” He held eye contact as he spoke, like he was trying to drill it into you.

“I messed up, I was immature, selfish, I didn’t realize what I was doing until you left.” The Canarian man ran a hand through his dark brown locks of hair, stopping only to drag down his face and fall back into his lap. “I loved you, even when I didn’t show it. I love you, even when you’d left. And I love you still, even when I know I ruined any chance of—“

Everything he’d said after that was muffled.

Loved, love, love.

That was all you’d heard. All you needed to hear to have the walls of anger and resentment crumble. You were weak. So, so, devastatingly weak.

Your hands, which had been stuffed into the pocket of your coat that shielded you from the bitter cold, slipped out. With a mind of their own, they found Pedris—which were still gripping each other.

He stopped talking, eyes snapping to yours. What he found wasn’t annoyance for his rambling, but something different. Something tender. Something fragile but sweet.

“Pedri..” You whisper, forehead crinkling as you took in everything he said. You didn’t know what to say, your mouth parting and closing yet nothing came out.

Pedri’s hands unfurled, moving to wrap around yours. The warmth of his touch relieving your cold fingers. “I don’t expect you to forgive me yet. I don’t want you to. I will earn it. I will do everything, anything, to get to that point. I want to prove to you that I love you, that you can trust me.”

Your eyes fell, closing as you took in a sharp breath. “We can start slow. I’ll call you when I am ready. Not now, maybe not even in a week. But, I will call. And I will come over, and we will figure something out.” But right now? Right now, you needed time to think. To decide if this was even a good idea to contemplate.

Your mother would need to warm up to the idea of her seeing Pedri again. Her father would be ecstatic, though guarded. Her siblings.. well, who knew with them.

And you? You couldn’t ignore the spark in your skin at the idea of waking up to him again, nor could you ignore the way your brain screamed with mistrust.

For now, though, you would take a week. Let yourself grow comfortable with the idea, and you would try. Because if anything, you loved the man more than anything in the world. Even though he hurt you, even though it had taken you months to get on your feet.

The quiet conviction in his eyes when he told you he would be better was more than enough convincing for you.

“I would wait a lifetime for you.” Pedri spoke, lifting your knuckles to his lips.

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[imverits]

[ortegavi]

MAMA’S BOY ━ pedri gonzález

↳ PAIRING pedri gonzález x fem!reader ↳ SUMMARY in which nilo prefers you over pedri ↳ GENRE fluff (0.6K words)

YOU KNEW THERE was something different before you even entered your apartment. You could hear your boyfriend’s loud voice from the other side of the door. Normally you’d assume Pedri was just playing FIFA, but if he was you knew he’d be yelling swears at the TV instead of speaking excitedly, like he currently was.

You unlocked the door and curiously stepped inside, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion even more when Pedri didn’t immediately rush to the door the moment you entered. You could still hear his voice coming from inside your bedroom. “See, she’s here, you’ll love her, Nilo—wait, Nilo!”

You heard footsteps barreling down the hall and into the living room, but instead of your boyfriend, it was a black lightning streak darting towards you and circling around your legs. Then the black streak looked up at you with the most adorable dark eyes you’d ever seen, and let out an excited, “Woof!”

“You got a puppy?!” you giggled as Pedri came running after the puppy a moment later. You bent down to pick up the still-barking puppy and then stood up, cradling him in your arms like a newborn child. He let out a happy yip in your embrace.

“Sí, isn’t he cute?” Pedri grinned as you gently rocked him. “I called him Nilo, what do you think?”

“Suits him,” you nodded, then set the Labrador into Pedri’s arms—or, at least, tried to. As soon as he realized he was being moved, he let out a loud whine, and when he was safely deposited into your boyfriend’s hold, Nilo swiped at the air with his paws and looked at you with (literal) puppy eyes.

“What? Don’t you like me?” Pedri asked, sounding highly offended as Nilo barked out what almost sounded like a no in dog language. You laughed as the puppy tried to jump out of Pedri’s arms until he finally set him down—and of course, Nilo ran to your feet the moment he was free.

“Looks like Nilo has a preference,” you grinned cheekily.

“It’s probably just because he only met you today, but he’s already known me since yesterday. Right, boy?” Pedri held out his hand for Nilo to sniff, but he only barked and looked up at you with his tongue lolling out of his mouth happily.

Unfortunately for Pedri, Nilo seemed to have completely forgotten about him and latched onto you instead, following you at every possible moment. More than once, you had woken up to a black Labrador cuddled up against you instead of your boyfriend. He began to jokingly complain that his girlfriend was being stolen from him, and you just grinned and said that Nilo was a handsome dog anyways (which only fueled Pedri to become much more affectionate with you and to throw all his money into collecting dog toys).

“See, he loves us equally,” your boyfriend was finally able to proclaim. After weeks of spoiling Nilo with different varieties of dog treats and toys, the puppy had finally allowed Pedri to hug him without trying to squirm away from his grasp. You had literally gotten the same result and more the moment you had met the Lab, but Pedri’s grin was too bright for you to ruin the moment with that fact.

So instead, you sat down across from him. “But you do love me and him equally, right?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Pedri paused, pretending to think. “He is a pretty handsome dog anyways.”

You gasped in offense as he used your exact own words against you, and did it with that cheeky smile too. “But can he do this?” you asked, leaning over where Nilo was in his lap to kiss Pedri soundly.

“...no, I suppose he can’t.”

↳ AUTHOR’S NOTE guess who made a comeback to writing 🤭

[halfwayhearted]

Hello! I want to request a story about Pedri dating a tennis player, they being in a long distance relationship. If you are not familiar with tennis, It is no problem if you can't write it, i just saw that you are asking for requests and i said to myself, let's send one.

Have a good Day!

Disconnected — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x TennisPlayer!Reader

Summary: After a couple months of not being able to see your boyfriend due to your schedules not aligning, he seizes the opportunity to finally see you in action the moment it arises.

Word Count: 645+

Disclaimer/s — Tennis lingo might be sooo bad. IM SORRY.

A/N: The part where he records and smiles like an idiot is based off that one clip of him at that basketball game with Ferran and Eric, it actually made me sick to my stomach. OKAY. IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS IM SO SORRY FUCK

It would be kept a surprise until your game starts.

Pedri had been dying to see you. Every time you had an opening, he wouldn’t, and whenever he had an opening, you wouldn’t. It was this constant back and forth, and neither of you could do anything about it, even if you really wanted to.

It wasn’t until you mentioned that you had a tennis game coming up and brought it up to him, just in case his plans would have changed, that he finally told you he wouldn’t be able to make it.

That was, well, a big, fat lie.

The second he heard he’d be free that day to go and watch, he didn’t let this one chance slip away.

Entering the stands, the man somehow managed to find a spot near the front of the court and settled in. He observed as each seat filled up over time. He’d never physically attended a tennis game before; he’d only ever watched you on the television or during practice in your backyard.

After he sees you entering the court following your warm-up and the coin toss with the umpire, a smile instantly spreads across his face. He eagerly takes out his phone, focusing the camera solely on you, capturing every single moment.

That’s when you do your daily scan of the crowd, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of Pedri—your boyfriend—all the way here to watch.

You shoot him a wide smile, your hand quickly lifting to wave at him, and you mutter an ‘I love you.’ He mouths it right back at you, his head tilting in that familiar, charming way that always manages to make your head spin. You’re sick.

Suddenly, all your doubts vanished in a matter of seconds. The only thing, or rather the only person, on your mind was him and… winning.

And to achieve that, you locked in quickly, using utmost precision and not allowing yourself to be distracted by the brunette, who was still, of course, watching you. Occasionally, he would take photos and videos of you; the rest of the time, his attention never wavered from you, not at all.

Only you.

The moment the match was over and you had won, you saw Pedri jump up, his hands clapping with a gaze so proud it could’ve made you tear up. You didn’t. Instead, you waited until you knew you could actually have a proper conversation.

While he waited outside, you spotted him as you emerged from the locker room. You ran into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck as he held you tightly by the torso. “You came! You said you weren’t able to, you liar. I’m so glad you came.”

“Surprise, cariño,” he mutters into your shoulder.

Gently placing a kiss on his jaw, you pull back to gaze up into his eyes. “When do you have to leave? Do I get at least a couple more hours?”

“I’m all yours for the rest of today and tomorrow.”

“What the hell? Well, come on, come on! We’re in a time crunch. How does dinner sound? I’ll—”

Pedri interjected. “I’ll pay. You won, so it’s only fair I treat the winner to a free dinner. Not that I’d let you pay in the first place anyway. Let’s go.”

“Blah, blah, blah. Fine! You get to choose though.”

“Deal, come on, campeón.” The nickname caused you to roll your eyes, yet you took it nonetheless, too excited that he’s even here to say anything.

Being in a long-distance relationship was tough, but you both knew it wouldn’t always be this way. It was just a step closer to finally being able to be together all the time, every single day. It was just a matter of time, and neither of you could wait.

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DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @lechrts + @gadriezmannsgirl + @iovepoem + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ (I hope it was semi to your liking, gulps.)

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hi beautiful, are you ok? You could write where Gavi or Pedri (your preference) has a "best friend" who is really in love with him and purposely creates a situation where he is confused who to believe, leaving the hurt reader not wanting to see him for a while. It can be a anguish with a happy ending, please :) thank you.

Part 2 (Angsty Version)

Part 2 (Happy Version)

Warnings: Pretty long, some swear words, burns with coffee, angst, kinda asshole! Pepi. Don't really know about that😭💀 no proofread💀 I need to get better on the publishing time😭💀

Believe What You Want -P.G8

Summary: He doesn't know who to believe and you just can't take it.

Pedri knew about your non-liking towards his best friend, Victoria and often both of you had some exchange of words for it. But it wasn't your fault.

You were always nice and open to meet your boyfriend's family and close friends. She, being one of them. Nervous as fuck but you were positive to like all people around him, since you planned to stay by his side for a very very long time, only to be met with a eye rolling and a push on the shoulder from her part.

Since that very first moment you knew that a friendship with her would never work. In fact, it would never happen. And that little thought was proven correct when a few hours later you were both alone as the guys went to buy some food, she went ahead and told you how you and Pedri were never going to work, how he was only using you like a little toy and soon will be left forgotten, etc...

However, once the guys returned back, Pedri could read that something had happened while they were gone, you were serious, you weren't smiling as big as you were before and remained quiet most of the evening

Not only did he noticed that but the guys also did.

"Are you okay?" Adrián, his cousin asked you, you lifted your head to look at him and nodded softly

"Just a bit tired and with a headache" You murmured as they nodded understanding, they left you be for the rest of the evening but Pedri did knew you well.

"What's wrong?" He asked as soon as you both got into his car

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why would there be something wrong?"

"You're not tired and you don't have a headache either" He said as you sighed looking down at your lap, you could lie to everyone... To everyone but him. "Mírame, por favor, bonita" (Look at me, sweetheart, please) You didn't so he sighed and with his hand pulled your chin up to meet his eyes "What's wrong?"

You stayed quiet for a few seconds before you took a deep breath "Victoria... She- I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me" You tight-lipped smiled

"She's difficult at the beggining but once she gets confidence and spends more time with you, she changes" You shook your head

"I don't think so, Pedro..." You sighed "She said some things about our relationship" He furrowed his eyebrows

"Like?"

"Like... You were only playing with me like a little girl with a doll and that once you get tired of me you'll throw me away, that things between us will not last... You want me to keep going?" Pedri stood still for a few seconds before laughing softly and shaking his head

"She probably was testing you. She also adores making jokes"

"That seemed pretty real to me, Pedro"

"She was just joking. She often does that when one of us brings a girl around, to see if she's good or worth... If you didn't screamed back at her then you passed her test"

"Yes but she wasn't joking"

"Relax, bonita. You'll soon see she opens up to you"

You pushed his hand out of your chin and rested your head into the window, both of your hands crossing around your chest. You shook your head

"Can you take me home, please?"

"I thought you were staying with me tonight?"

"Wanna go home, be with my dog and alone for a little while" You said softly not looking at him but rather looking at the houses that were in his friend's villa

"Are you mad?"

"I am tired and want to be with my dog"

"We can go pick her up and-"

"In my house" Pedri sighed nodding and put his hand on your tight but you crossed your legs before he could touch you. He got the hint and pushed his hand into his lap

"Entiendo" (Got it)

The rest of the drive was silent with only the radio playing up. Your chest was tight and all you wanted was your boyfriend to be at your side and not simply brushing it off

"¿Cómo puedo arreglarlo?" (How can I fix it?) He said right after he parked at the front of your house; you shrugged your shoulders

"Don't know" You sighed "As much as Victoria might love each and every single one of you, guys... I can assure you that what she said to me today and the way she said it, it wasn't a joke" You said "I'm a girl and I have a male best friend too. But I wouldn't say those kind of stuffs just as a friend or to see if she's worth and good for him" You shook your head "Es más, ni siquiera le diría algo de ese estilo a ella" (I wouldn't even tell her something like that)

"She likes you" You said after a few more seconds "And that's it"

"Mi vida, please-"

"I'm not making anything up" For the first time you looked at him "I'm a girl, I know things only a girl can. She likes you, Pedro"

"But I don't like her"

"Then let her know that" You said taking off the seatbelt, you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek, feeling his low stubble on your lips "Te quiero, guapo" You said softly and without the happy emotion you always carry when around your guy.

"Y yo a ti, bonita" He kissed the palm of your hand "I'm sorry for her, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable because of it. I'll talk to her" You nod before getting out of the car "See you tomorrow?" You nod your head

"See you"

Your second meeting with Victoria was pretty normal but you could guess that she didn't wanted to make a bad impression with Pedri around and the fact he was eyeing both of you up and down, all of your expressions and acts, could've pulled her back a little bit.

"I was just joking!" She exclaimed a little too loud on your ear as you grimaced lightly "Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, it's just a little something I like to do!"

"Yes, well... It's not nice, please don't do it" Her response was an eye roll

"You're boring, girly" She said laughing as you tight smiled "Pepi, come on! We gotta show who the masters are!" And with that she took Pedri's hand and dragged him with her to play some ping pong against Adrián and Jesús (one of Pedri's friends)

The third one was your least favorite, you were on your way to the Ciutat Esportiva to pick Pedri up but first you went ahead and grabbed some coffe and pastries for the two of you to eat on your way home.

You were done with your order and were actually waiting for your two cups of coffee

"Be careful, miss" The girl said smiling softly "It's really hot"

"Thank you, I got it" You smiled and gave her a tip "Have a nice day"

She smiled back at you and once you were in the middle of walking out of the shop, you saw a woman come up to you and once you realized who it was, you felt your coffee being poured all over your front

"¡Puta madre, joder!" You screamed out in pain as people gasped and the same girl who attended you came rushing to you

"Miss what happend?" You couldn't speak at the tremendous pain you felt

"Some girl pushed her coffee up to her" A little boy said as you tried not to cry

"¡Cambiadle la ropa, ya!" (Change her clothes, now!) A woman said worried

"I got a spare shirt" A guy said going out running

"Échale un poco de agua fría" (Put her some cold water) An old man said

"Do you know who she was? Why would that girl do that?" The same girl asked worried taking you inside

"My boyfriend best friend's" You replied hissing feeling the cold water she was putting on you run down your body, it was both relaxing and painful "She hates me"

"Did you do something to her?"

"Date the guy she's in love with"

...

"Amor, if you couldn't pick me up, you could've told me" Pedri said once you got inside your house "I had to grab a cab since everyone left earli-¿Qué mierdas te pasó?" (What the hell happened?)

"Victoria, happened" You replied angrily "I was on my way to pick you up and I stopped at that little coffee shop we always go. She was there too and she poured on me my two cups of hot coffee, I had to go to the hospital to give me something for the burns"

"Oh my god"

"What?" You asked

"I can't believe you"

"Huh?"

"Victoria was all day long with the guys... I just ended a facetime with them"

"No, she wasn't. I'm not blind, Pedro. I know how her face is, I know how she looks like and I know what happened" You replied angry, you were angry at the fact he wasn't believing you "I don't have any reasons to hate her. She, on the other hand, does"

"She doesn't like me. I talked to her. It's crazy"

"No it isn't, Pedro. Otherwise, why the hell she would have dropped boiling coffee on me? Because she was testing me to see if I'm good or worthy for you?"

"I'm not up for this"

"You're not up for anything related to her lately"

"It's just something nonsense, Y/N! ¡Ella es única y solamente mi mejor amiga! ¡No tenemos sentimientos románticos, ni por su parte ni por la mía!" (We have no romantic feelings, neither on her part nor on mine!)

"Leave"

"What?"

"You're not up for this and you think I'm speaking nonsense, you can leave"

"She's not like that"

"And I'm not a liar, Pedro. I don't go around to get in trouble with people and you should know it. We've been together for a whole year and I have never lied to you. Not even once. I don't have anything against her but she does have something against me and if you can't see it then leave, but don't make me look as if I'm crazy because I'm not"

"Who's hoodie is this?"

"What?"

"This isn't mine and surely isn't yours. Who's this?"

"A guy offered me his hoodie, my shirt was drenched in coffee and if I stayed in it the only thing it would do was burn me more and I can't walk around the streets of Barcelona in bra, so I took it"

"Sure" He said nodding but you knew he didn't believed it

"I'm not lying, Pedro!"

"You're not lying, got it. But you want me to believe the person I have met since I was 10, the person who has supported me through everything is hurting the one I love the most?"

"Yes, because that's exactly what's happening!"

"You're unbelievable" Pedri shook his head "She's not like that, she wouldn't hurt the one I love the most! She's my friend, friends who are happy with each others happiness and she knows you're mine"

"But she doesn't want me to be your happiness, she wants to be your happiness. You're too oblivious to notice it!"

"I'll take up on your advice, we'll talk once you're calm"

"I can't be calm!"

"Nos vemos" (See you later)

You laughed in disbelief and shook your head. Your turned around to see Felicity, your black cream dachshund of two years laid on the couch who once heard the door closing started barking and surprisingly started to pull the space next to her. You smiled forgetting for a few seconds of your anger.

"Don't fall in love with any boy, yes?" You said to her petting her as she crawled on top of your lap "You do know how to make me feel better, Feli" She licked your clothed chest and smell it repeatedly "Mommy got burn" You took off the hoodie, your bare chest in the air.

Your bra was also drenched, the doctor who took care of you told you it was better if you took it off, she recommended you some creams and gave you a recipe to follow so the burning marks could fade away quickly.

You sighed and sad smiled when your little girl licked at your stomach "Mommy will go and take a shower. Will you help me with the creams? Or will you make some dinner?" She looked at you "Or how about I do both?" She barked and you smiled "Girls night"

...

"Fer, I'm not going" You said shaking your head over the phone, even though he couldn't see you

"Come on, it's my birthday"

"I'm going to sound like a proper bitch but I'm glad"

"You did sound like a bitch"

"Pedri will be there and you two share the same group of friends, so it's more than obvious she'll be there. I'm not going"

"Come on, Y/N/N" Fer said "I will not leave you alone for a single minute but you need to come. I need my sis"

"I'm not sure if I'm still being your sister-in-law after everything"

"You'll be my sis one way or another. Although I'd love both" You laughed lightly "I'm not saying he's right and I'm not saying you're completely right. But eventually you two need to talk about this, you guys love each other more than anything. You can do this, you can fix this"

"I don't think we can fix it, not this time"

"You always can" Fer said as you sighed "He's been a mess without you, he's not himself"

"He has his best friend to help him with that"

"He doesn't need a best friend, he needs to open his eyes and see the right thing before it's too late" Silence went over the line before he spoke up again "You may have fight, ugly ones... But you always make it out. Love and communication it's your guys thing"

"Things change, Fer. You know?"

"Not you guys" You shook your head

"Everything can" You both fell silent before Fer sighed

"Please come. If you don't want to talk to him, don't. Just be there for me. I won't lose my friendship with you"

"If you ever leave my side even if it's just for one second, I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine, González"

"Deal" You heard the smile on his face "I'll pick you up tomorrow at 5"

What were you getting yourself into?

...

"Long time not to see you, missy" Adrián said as you stepped outside their backyard. You smiled softly opening your arms to hug him, you hissed softly when he hugged you tighter, the fabric of your shirt started to hurt on your aching chest "Sorry, Fer told us you got burnt" You smile softly shaking your head

"It's fine. I'm good now" Adrián tight smiled before rubbing your shoulders a few times making you laugh

His girlfriend, Anabella came and hugged you as well and soon the guys were greeting you with smiles, hugs and jokes. Until you got to Pedri.

"Hola" He said softly

"Hola" You said

"Didn't know you were going to be here today"

"Neither did I" You admitted "I was planning to make up some excuse but Fer didn't have it" Pedro smiled softly

"Glad he didn't" You hummed softly crossing your arms over your chest "How are you?" You sighed

"Been better" You said "You?"

"Awful" You looked at him softly "I missed you... A lot"

"I missed you too, Pepi" You said "A lot as well"

Four days you had not speaking to each other, no calls, a few texts but in the end a few texts meant nothing with everything it had to be said...

"I'm sorry" He said after a few seconds. You sighed and hugged him tightly not really caring about the ache this time

"We need to talk" You said and it was his turn to sigh before hugging your waist tightly "We need to fix us because we can't keep going this way, I love you too much to let you go"

"Glad to know we are on the same page though..." You smiled inhaling his scent "We do need to fix us. I don't want us like this" That's all he said and after a few seconds of hugging, you separated enough from him to join your foreheads

"Shall we go home after this party? We can talk in peace and be just you and me" He nodded

"That's nice" He smiled softly "Can we go now?" His comment made you laugh "I really really want to fix things between us"

"As much as I want to, we can't. We can't just leave your brother"

"Bueno, pero que él es bastante mayorcito para cuidarse solo" (Well, but he is old enough to take care of himself)

"It doesn't matter. I'm here because of him. I wasn't going to come here, Pedro"

He sighed before nodding "Can we leave a bit early tho?" You smiled nodding.

"That we can"

"After singing Happy Birthday?" You nod

"Most likely"

"Fer! I'm kinda hungry for that pineapple cake, don't you want to sing happy birthday now?" You hit his bicep lightly as you both laugh

"Don't pay any attention to this guy, Fer. Enjoy your evening" You smiled softly "And you stop. I'm also nervous and excited at the same time but stop and let's enjoy this evening before we talk, it's something pretty serious" Pedri nods

"How are you?"

"I told you I've been better"

"I don't mean emotionally this time. I meant physically. How are the burns?"

"Hopefully if I follow each and every single thing doctor days, there will be no visible scars"

"Are they pretty bad?"

"Let's say half and half" You shrugged

"I'm sorry about how I reacted with the hoodie thing" Pedro looked down "I should be grateful someone who didn't know you took care of you. And mostly with something as dangerous as boiling coffee is"

And it was all thanks to your amiga. You wanted to say bit bite your tongue back

"Yes, well... We can forget about that for now" You hummed "What are you drinking?"

"Apple juice" You nod

"I'll be needing some alcohol for this day; I'll better go and look for some"

"You'll need it?" You shrugged

"I don't know why I have this weird feeling and I just-" You said brushing it off going to the kitchen where Adrián's girlfriend, Anabella, was there serving herself something "Can you give me a glass of whatever you're drinking?"

"Something's up? You never drin- well... You don't drink hard things"

"I think I'll need it today"

...

Two hours into the party and not Fer nor Pedri have left your side. It seemed like both brothers were synchronized. You were having a good time and kinda were glad you had come.

Until it happened.

Your third vase of the night was empty and you stood up to make yourself a refill, you thought you were alone in the kitchen and once you pulled the glass container out of the fridge, you yelped seeing Victoria in front of you.

"Why are you here?" She said but you ignored her "I'm asking you something"

"And I'm deciding not to answer it" You simply said making your drink

"I don't want you here" ... "You better leave Pedri alone"

"He didn't asked me to come" You said looking at her "I'm here for Fer" You grabbed your drink and took a sip of it

"You're still distracting him"

"So...?" You asked "Look, I don't like you and you don't like me. We know that. Let's stay in our own sides..."

"I'll stay quier after you break up with him"

"Amor" You heard Pedri speak, you turned around towards the sound of his voice but soon felt your hand being yanked

"Why did you do that?!" Victoria yelled as you looked in shock at your drink on her

"Why did you do that?!" You replied

"Wha the hell?" Both of your heads turned towards the voice... Pedri. "What just happened?"

"Y/N throw her drink at me!"

"I did not! You did it by yourself!"

"Why would I do that? On myself? And if I did, why you have the vase?" She almost fake cried

"Because I was making my own drink!"

"Y/N" You heard Pedri and you looked at him shaking your head

"No. You gotta believe me, Pedro. I didn't do it, she did it by herself. She grabbed my arm when she heard your voice and pulled on it"

You saw him looking in between the two of you, the doubt clear on his eyes

"Victoria" He said

"I wouldn't throw on myself some drink just to get your attention. It was clearly her own doing, you have been telling me she's been making up some stuffs about me! She's clearly wanting you to hate me since we met each other"

"You know that's not true, mi vida. I have never lied to you, not once. Please, Pedro, you've got to believe me..."

"How will he believe you when you made up an absurd story about me throwing coffe on you"

"It's not an absurd story, it's true, you- why am I talking to you? Pedro, please" You looked back at him "You and I both know I don't have the best creativity to create something like this" You shook your head "Please" Your voice cracked

Pedro shook his head after a few seconds, a tear fell from his eye. "You have the vase on your hand and you've been saying all these things..." He started and your heart fell

"No. Yo no soy así, tú lo sabes." (I'm not like that, you know it)

"¿Lo sé?" (Do I?) He shook his head "La tú de estos útlimos días no son la tú de la cual me enamoré" (The you from these past few days aren't the you I fell in love with)

His words slapped you. Hard.

"Pedro, por favor... No tengo ningún motivo para odiarla, para lastimarla o perjudicarle de algún modo. Es ella quien a iniciado todo esto" (Pedro, please. I have no reason to hate her, to hurt her, or harm her in any way. It is she who started all this)

"Because I love him?" She said "He's only my best friend. You made up the in love things" She shook her head "You, on the other hand, had to make up some lame excuse for using another guy's hoodie"

"Hey" You said stepping forward "Mírame" (Look at me) He looked into your eyes "Please, tell me you believe me" His gaze fell "Pedro..."

"It's Pedri" He said "Only my friends and family can call me that"

You stumbled backwards

"Are you really going to do this?"

"You did it first"

You looked at him, at the love of your life, your stomach fell to the ground and you were holding back the tears. Your head was spinning and you couldn't believe it. Not coming from him.

You looked at her, who had a little smile on her face. She got what she wanted. "You won" You said and you saw how her head lifted up a bit while yours went down, hurt. You returned your look to, your now, exboyfriend.

"I really hope you never know the truth" You said sniffing "Take care, Pedri"

And with that you left the vase on the counter and walked out of the González's brothers house.

As soon as your body met the Barcelona air, your tears flew down your cheeks and you pushed your hand out for the first cab that passed on the streets.

Your forever looked like it was just words now. That night you cried yourself to sleep feeling hurt, betrayed and lonely.

... 7 days later ...

"Hey bro" Fer called out Pedri who was laid in his bedroom more than always "Everything good?"

"Not completely"

Fer sat next to Pedri and patted his thigh "Venga, vamos. Habla" (Speak)

Pedri didn't said anything. Words couldn't come out of his mouth and describe his feelings.

"A ver... What's wrong, Pedro? I won't ask again..." Pedro shook his head shrugging his shoulders

"We all know you guys broke up, the why it's still a mystery" Adrián said "In fact, the breakup itself it's a shock for all of us but it was your relationship"

Pedro sighed and closed his eyes... Images of you ran in his mind, he opened his eyes and ran his hands through his hair

"I haven't seen Victoria either which is pretty weird considering how in love is she with you and doesn't let you be" Jesús said

"What?"

"¿Qué de qué?" (What? What?)

"Victoria isn't in love with me"

"Oh no, she is. Please, don't tell me you didn't knew" Jesús laughed "It was painfully obvious. And the fact you are head over heels with Y/N, doesn't make Victoria happiest at all"

Pedri stood up

"What do you mean?" He asked with fear in his voice

"She was really mad about it, she conforted Y/N, poor girl was just trying to ignore her"

"Were you there?" Pedro asked

"I overheard them speaking that night at Fer's birthday. Victoria was going on about you and her, that your things with Y/N would end up soon... Those kind"

Pedri's mind was racing in fear and agony.

"No" He whispered

I had it in front of me all this time along.

"Is there any possibility for Victoria to have made those burns in Y/N's skin?"

"Well, it can be... She got out of the house around noon so..." Pedri's eyes clicked up like lightning all the dots were connecting by your side.

You were right. All this time you were.

He had been too stupid to realize that "No" He whispered once more

"What's up, dude?"

"I fucked up bro. Big one"

The only thing Pedri could do now, was pray, pray and hope for him not to be so late.

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alejandro balde, fermín lopez, héctor fort, joão félix, lamine yamal, marc guiu, oscar gistau, pau cubarsí, pablo gavi, pedri gonzález.

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[s6lars]

swear this is the first time i’ve ever seen pedri wear jeans that aren’t ripped or skinny

[looooochie]

how much worse can our luck get...?

tagging: @almostdeadyesterday, @alexi-01, @peligrosapop

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icons pedri gonzález

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[lunaandco]

a scratched up back

pairing: pedri x ofc

summary: pedri shows up to training with his back full of scratching marks form your bedroom activities.

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Pedri had woken up late that morning, since he and Gala, his girlfriend, had stayed up for longer than usual. That is why, when he rushed through his routine, trying to make it to training on time, he did not pay attention to the slight ache on his back.

It still takes him a minute to notice, since his friends are too stunned to speak once he takes off his shirt in the locker room, trying to get changed as fast as he could.

But of course peace can only last so long, because immediately there is a low whistle from Balde and Fermín is patting his shoulder with a shit eating smirk

"What?" Pedri asks, but he catches a glance in the mirror and in horror he realises that his back is all scratched up from Gala's new nails, his neck has hickeys and bite marks. There is no denying what happened, no way of preserving both their honours.

Pedri has to go through the humiliation ritual and all the questions from his friends

"Hermano what did you doooo?"

"Is she hot?"

"Do you have a picture?"

"Why didn't you tell us something?"

The thing is, Pedri had told them about Gala. He had shown pictures, blabbering about how pretty and funny she was. But he hadn't actually let them know he had bagged her. He was hopping to bring Gala to the team dinner later that week, do the official presentations then, but there was no point in withholding the news any longer.

Obviously the guys did not believe him

Gala was too pretty for a loser like him, they said. It made Pedri roll his eyes, but he ended up having to face time her so they would shut up.

That way Gala ended up talking to half a dozen of rowdy footballers that only wanted to bully her boyfriend.

"Was he good?"

Lamine's question and shit eating girn caught her by surprise, but she nodded shyly, blushing profusely.

"Can't you see?" Gala replied, referring to the marks on his back. Pedri blushed. "You wouldn't have known about it if he wasn't excellent."

It might not have been the response Pedri expected, but he would definitely not complain about the admiring glances the guys sent his way for the rest of the day.

[sports-on-sundays]

It kills me to see all the requested: nope! In your fanfics

How about, reader struggles to sleep due to the stress of her work & travelling so he comforts her and helps her sleep? I’ll take any f1 driver or barca player.

help me sleep / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: censored cussing, sobbing, work problems, stress, anxiety

Requested?: YEs! yEs!!!!! YES, MATE, IT IS REQUESTED!!!!

Author's Note: First request, baby!!! I love you so much bestie! <3 I'm so happy you saw my subtle-not-subtle begs for requests 😭!!! And I hope it's okay I chose Pedri; the other day I was having major I-Miss-Pedri syndrome that we've all been having for the past however many months (I don't even want to think about how long it has been) so I decided as a tribute to my boy, the first request on my blog should be him.

I say 'tribute' as if he's dead or something 😭

I feel like I'm acting way too excited about this request for it to be normal, but that's okay! I'm happy, and I owe it all to you! Now, let's get into this-

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock went the clock on the wall. That stupid old clock that wasn't even set to the right time. You sat on the living room couch, at 2:34 A.M., dealing with work sh*t.

You walked in this evening, feeling ready to literally collapse, and was greeted by your boyfriend as the welcoming committee. It was sweet. He had bought you your favorite treat and flowers and everything and let you snack on it. Had a little snuggle with you. And the moment you stood up, telling him you had to unpack from your long work trip, he pulled you back down on the couch. "No way," he had said. "You're tired. Your bags can wait 'til tomorrow. For now, just relax."

And he really had convinced you. He really had. Soon after that, you had gone to your bedroom and gotten snuggled in together, and within minutes, you were fast asleep.

Only to wake up three hours later. You stared at the ceiling for a solid fifteen minutes, unable to fall back asleep as the stress of work and everything you hadn't gotten done and needed to get done crushed you.

Realizing there was no chance of you falling back to sleep now, you slipped out of bed as slowly as you could, as to not wake up your boyfriend, and quietly walked (or rather, stumbled, because of the extreme lack of sleep) to the living room.

And so now you sit on the couch, barely alive, feeling like a lump on a log but on steroids, dealing with work sh*t.

Suddenly, you get a message from one of your co-workers, though. Bad news... You click on it, and in the moment, with everything you've already gone through within the last seventy-two hours, this is enough.

You swallow, your phone slipping out of your hands. I'm trying so hard. How could my job be on the line? Your head falls into your hands, and you let out a angry groan, letting out quick, little breaths.

God, I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. I need help. Please, I need help. I just can't keep doing this any longer. I can't do this anymore.

Your eyes well up, and that turns into a tear. And that tear turns into another one. And those tears turn into crying. And crying into weeping. Tired, pathetic, pitiful weeping, until you're flat-out sobbing, unable to control it. The world spins as another glowing text comes in on your phone on the rug and your laptop shows more emails and the bags in the corner of the room are still full of your things from the work trip and and and and and...

Suddenly, strong, warm arms around your trembling body. You lean into your boyfriend's body, blubbering between gasps, "Pedri you weren't supposed to wake up... I know you're going through a lot too... I don't want to stress you out... I'm sorry..."

"Shhh," he soothes, rubbing your back. "Do you really think you're on your own? My love, we help and love each other. You can be vulnerable. I know it's hard. Don't you think for a second that I don't want to help you."

"This isn't your problem..."

"Your problem is my problem, because I love you," he mutters close to your ear. He gently closes your laptop and powers off your phone. "You don't need to worry about that right now."

"Pedri-" You grip his shirt, looking at him slightly manically. "Yes I do. I could lose my job."

His jaw tightens, but he says, "What you're doing is impossible. If you lose your job because it's too hard, then maybe you shouldn't be in this job. And it's not because you're a failure. It's because you're expected to do much more than anyone should be able to handle. If you lose your job, I'll be the first to support you until you can get a new one. Okay? But we don't even need to worry about that right now, okay?"

"But-"

Suddenly he takes your wet, tear-stained cheeks in his hands, and looks at you earnestly right in the eyes. "But right now, you need to calm down. Come on; why don't we go to the bedroom, okay?"

"Uh- y- yeah," you get up, feeling terrible at how much a mess you are. Pedri walks to the bedroom with you, his arm around your shoulders the whole time. He fetches a damp rag and gently wipes your face with the cool towel. You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as Pedri pulls the blanket up to your torso. You lean back, sitting upright on the blanket.

"Can I get anything for you?" he asks after he finishes, taking your hand gently.

You shake your head 'no'. "Just sit down. All I need is you."

He nods and slips onto the bed and under the blanket next to you. Straight away, you lean your head on his shoulder and clutch his hand in yours. "Y/n, you know that it'll be okay," he murmurs. Not even a question. A fact. You know that you'll be okay.

"But Pedri, what if..."

"No 'what if's right now, okay?" He pulls you closer to you, rubbing your shoulders. You sit quietly together for a while, before Pedri slowly sinks into a laying down position, pulling you down with him. You snuggle close to him, resting your head on his chest. When you yawn, he says, "You're tired. Anything I can do to help you sleep?"

You breathe gently. "Just... talk to me."

He nods and starts whispering. At first, you listen to the sweet little things he's saying as he gently strokes your hair, but soon you're too tired to comprehend them. Soon your eyes are fluttering shut, and your mind is switching from daytime thoughts to nighttime dreaming.

Within your dream, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead and Pedri's perfect sweet-as-honey voice murmur, "Buenas noches, mi amor."

[pedriache]

Hello! Could i request a story about Pedri dating a tennis player, someone like Emma răducanu? If you do not like tennis, it's no problem if you don't want to write it. I like all your other Pedri stories 🤗

Breakfast of champions 𖦹 Pedri González !

summary. after you won a match and pedri had won a game on the same day, you both decided the next day you’d celebrate with the most elaborate of breakfasts. the only problem was—pedri was terrible at making waffles.

wc. 685+

disclaimers. fluff, established relationship, reader is a tennis player, ect !

notes. i know literally nothing abt tennis so i hope i did this justice.. its so barely there but i gen had no ideas what to write

The kitchen was filthy with flour and the sweet smell of Belgian waffles. Pedri was currently staring at the burnt—once fluffy and delicious, looking waffle. A line formed between his brows as he tried to figure out exactly where he went wrong.

You, standing a few feet away with a flour-splotched apron, stifled a laugh. “Baby.. How..” You start, but clamp your mouth shut when Pedri’s eyes snap to you with a warning look.

“Right. Okay, well, just.. put it in the trash. You can just start over. No big deal.” You smile lightly, striding over to his side and standing up on your tip toes, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Pedri sighed at the light touch before gripping the plate and moving toward the trash can.

Yesterday had been a whirlwind. You’d won your match at Wimbledon, which was a major accomplishment for you and many other tennis players alike. Pedri and his team had won the El Clásico.

So, today, you were celebrating with a breakfast fit for royalty—or they were supposed to at least. You forget that Pedri's kitchen skills were subpar at best.

You’d been put on bacon duty, which you gladly accepted. Easy to do, and made sure that you could keep your eye on the waffle maker since your boyfriend’s attention couldn’t seem to stay on it.

Instead, he’d attempt to drift toward you, hands sliding around your waist for about five seconds before you swatted at them and scolded him—

“Pedro. Get your ass back to the waffles.”

And now, he was facing the consequences of his actions.

Both of the waffles in it had burnt.

“I swear, I was watching this time!” Pedri groaned, running a hand through his dark hair. “Cariño..” He whines, setting the now-empty plate on the table. “Can you just.—“

Rubbing your temples, you rolled out your sore wrist. Your opponent had most definitely given you a run for your money yesterday. “Just go set the table.”

Pedri’s lips pulled into a small grin. “‘M sorry.” He mumbled against your hair, placing a quick kiss to the too of your head.

Tilting your head up, you rolled your eyes. A hint of amusement passes across your face as he tips his head, capturing your lips in a slow, warm kiss.

“It’s okayyy.” You murmur against his mouth, “just go set the table and start cleaning the dishes.” Nodding, he let go of you and walked to the cupboard.

While Pedri did the dishes and you made the waffles, conversation flowed between you, and by conversation.. well, it was mostly you complaining.

“In the beginning, I thought I was going to twist my ankle I was running back and forth so much. She had a strong ass wrist, babe. I literally have never had to put in so much effort.” You dramatized your words, which had your boyfriend chuckling.

“You ran track in high school, I’m sure you were fine.” He shakes his head in short laughter, setting a spatula into the dish washer.

Your head turns to face him, eyes narrowing. “Alright, that was like—nearly four years ago.”

“Well, couldn’t be me.” Pedri shrugs.

Okay, ego.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe.”

“When our bodies aren’t dying, we’re so racing.”

Ping!

Waffles were done, everything set out… you and Pedri feasted.

When you both finished and exhaled long, dragged out breaths, leaning back into your seats, you met each other’s eyes. “Holy shit, I don’t think I can eat ever again.” Pedri grumbles, head tipping back as his hand rubbed his stomach as if to soothe the ache.

“Me neither.” You almost laugh, but couldn’t bring yourself to make the sound in fear of upsetting your stomach.“Let’s go back to bed and never leave.”

And with that, Pedri walked around the table, reaching out his hands for you to take before pulling you to your feet. Both of you glanced at your dirty plates and cups then to each other.

“We can put them away later.”

You nod and let him drag you to the bedroom.

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