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pogueit · 1 month

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C.B: 1 New Voicemail

Paring: Carmy Berzatto x Reader

Summary: You decided to leave the fresh coast to pursue your art in NYC. However, you fail to mention it your best friend… Carmy Berzatto.

Warnings: some anxiety symptoms?? If there’s anything else let me know!!

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Yay!! I’m writing again!! Albeit veryyyyy slowly but I’m currently working on stuff for the other characters from The Bear and Criminal Minds!! Also, there was a semi prequel to this (its to do with Family and Friends night) but I scrapped it (not entirely) but if you guys want that let me know!!

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He couldn’t sleep. He’s finally got everything he has ever wanted and he still couldn’t sleep. His phone hums lightly against the hard wood of the night stand and his hand instinctively reaches for it. The warm tone radiating off the screen helped his eyes adjust to the sudden light almost immediately. However, it took a second for his brain to process the words on the screen.

Y/N Missed Call

1 New Voicemail

His face instantly morphs into confusion. You never left voicemails. You always just kept calling and calling until he picked up, which always drove him nuts, however, now seeing the voicemail notification on his phone only unsettles him. Carmen sat up from his supine position, carefully so as to not wake the peacefully sleeping Claire. He swings his legs off the mattress and props himself up by placing his elbows on his knees with his head hanging low, peering at the screen. He debates whether or not to listen to the recording or wait until morning, which he would admit was stupid to consider as even he knows deep down he can never stall anything involving you. His thumb was quick to click on the notification before he could consider anything else. “C-Bass!” The sheer volume of your voice made him wince and rush to turn it down. A comforting warmth spread throughout his chest hearing the stupid nickname you gave him in middle school. “I’m assuming that you’re listening to this in the morning, but with your shit sleeping habits I know you’re listening to this right now. I just wanted to say that I’m leaving for New York—“ Carmy’s relaxed body immediately became rigid and he began searching for his shoes in the dark. There’s so many things he wants to tell you and to finally get off his chest, but you continue.“Like I’m at the airport right now—“ He halts his movements “So don’t try to run over here” you let out a breathy laugh and he can feel his heart seize up at the sound that never ceases to amaze him. You’ve had that effect on him since you’ve become friends but he has become unbearably aware of it in recent days. “I, uh, just wanted to start by saying that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but it’s just been so hard— and now with the restaurant it felt even worse—“ You had to take a second to breathe and regain your composure and he wanted to do nothing more than to ease you through it and calm you down. “It— I got an offer from MoMA— Well, I submitted some pieces to them and Robbie vouched for me, but I got the offer last week.” you didn’t sound as proud as you should be, but that didn’t matter. Carmy was ready to take over for you and he gladly let the emotion rattle through him. He didn’t understand much of the complexities that go into your art just like you don’t understand the complexities of the culinary world, but that never stopped him from being proud of you even if it wasn’t something monumental. No one has been as proud of you as Carmy has and he will gladly continue to hold that title. “They need me over there for the installation and other artsy fartsy things, that I won’t bore you with.” You laugh, but it wasn’t as genuine as he hoped it would be and you let out a sigh.

He’s getting antsy. Carmy couldn’t stop his left leg from subconsciously bouncing, so he opts to stand up instead. Your voice continues as he quietly makes his way to the living room and takes a seat on the couch. “I just need to get out of here, C, and this was my chance like I finally have a reason to leave— maybe semi-permanently.” All your explicit and unexplicit reasons were always good enough to Carmen and he’s surprised you even stayed here this long. There was a piece inside of him that wished you agreed to go to New York with him and maybe things would have played out differently. He feels like a righteous asshole just thinking about it with Claire sleeping soundly in the next room. You draw in another breath, clearly dwelling on certain emotions that you’re uncertain of baring to him, which pains him that you even had to think about telling him anything. “I told my ma and pa and all them about me leaving and they took it well, actually, maybe too well— This is stupid, but— I stayed for them and they just wanted me gone. Everything I did and everything I sacrificed is dust. I don’t know, man, maybe I was looking or, uh, hoping for a different reaction, I don’t know.” You let out a deep sigh and he can picture you slumped down on one of those awful O’Hare lounge chairs with your spare hand rubbing the long day away from your face. “I should’ve kept calling you so I could hear your voice. You always make everything better, Carmen. I hate that I couldn’t tell you—“ Your voice was barely above a whisper like it was meant only for yourself. Your name is heavy on his tongue and he can feel his right hand twitched slightly as if to reach out to you. As if you weren’t solely an image in his head and the closest you’ll ever be to him in months. He stands up again to pace around the living room so he could have something else to focus on. “But— I just knew that if I did I wouldn’t be at the airport right now. You make me do crazy things Berzatto…” Your voice trails off slightly at the end and he knows you’re listening to the voice that’s coming from the overhead speakers, but he swears the phone grows cold without your cheek pressed against it. “Anyways—“ You regain your composure and continue with the warmth returned to the cellular device, “Bizarre-o tangent over, the Bear is going to be great and everyone is going to love it. You have nothing to worry about and you have an amazing thing going with Claire and I just want to let you know how proud I am of you and everyone who made this crazy ass thing work! God, this is nuts but— Alright, alright, I actually have to get going or the stewards are going to have my head on a pike, see ya soon you crazy bastard”.

The line went dead and the warmth that you graciously provided was gone as the metallic cool of the robotic voice took over. He finally sits down again and lets himself become shrouded in unpleasant darkness. The whirlwind of emotions that plagued him earlier were now absent which made him feel somehow worse. Nothing to keep him company except the gloating sun, who is attempting to make its appearance just beyond the horizon. As he watches the amber light pool into the room, there is an onslaught feeling of a fifty pound weight tucked into his stomach.

Carmen feels sick.

The heaviness in abdomen is awash with acid and he feels like he is going to vomit, yet he can’t do anything but sit there with itchy hands. The bile at the base of his throat finally flips a switch in his brain. The last fibers of control dissipate as memories swiftly flood his senses. They crash and collide. Violently dissolving like sea foam on sand only for them to recede into waves and surge forward again and again. It’s a blurry mess, but his hands find it easy to call you. It’s all he needs to reach his calm. He needs it just as much as you need him. The initial ring echoes through his head and the pause lasts for an eternity. His face is running hot and he’s thinking too much. It’s something he already knows, but once he starts it’s hard for him to stop. All the different possible scenarios are playing rapidly in his brain and he can’t keep up. The phone buzzes again, still trying to connect him to you. His hand is swimming through his hair impatiently as he starts pacing the living room for the uptenth time. The phone hums steadily another time. All of his emotions are caught in his throat and his stomach is in a perpetual knot. His breathing is shallow leaving his lungs aching for more and it’s almost as if there was no more air left in the atmosphere.

Then it clicks.

“Hello, sunshine” Relief crashes over him eagerly when the sound of your voice reaches his ears. He can tell that you're smiling and he can even see it briefly when he closes his eyes. Carmy is finally able to stop pacing and takes a second to sit down on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor.

“C-bass” You elongate the notes in a singsong way to reel him in. Your voice sounds off. It was hard for him to pinpoint at first but now it was easy to hear it was the nerves eating you up. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here” he sighs, the heel of his hand rubbing his left eye, “I, uh, thought you weren’t going to pick up.” He can feel the exhaustion settling in as he slouches against a cabinet. You fight with your carry-on as you move through the quiet terminal. It’s a maze of sleeping bodies and you try your best not to wake them. Once you reach your designated gate and find a semi-secluded spot, you continue ”Sorry about that, they changed the gate and delayed the damn thing.”

”I’m glad” Carmy mumbles without a second thought as he reveles in your long distance presence. ”You’re glad I’m stuck here?” You try to act all serious but he can hear the lightness in your voice and he can’t help but crack a smile. ”No, no, it’s just— uh, I’m glad that I can hear your voice” the cadence in his words forces you to bite down on your bottom lip to stop the stupid grin from spreading. It’s the Carmy effect. Idiotic smiles are plenty when the two of you are together.

”Fuck, me too” Your voice contradicts the violent affection that rattles your insides. It’s shy, almost as if you were embarrassed to admit it. There was a beat of silence, but Carmy beat you to speaking first. ”So, uh, how long is your plane delayed?” His now steady hand ghosts over the grooves in the tile. You were still battling the nerves from earlier, but thought it was an opportune time to actually apologize to Carmy ”Only like an hour. It took me over half of that to walk to the other side of the airport— Hey, listen, I just— I wanted to tell you I’m sorry—“

”No, no, I get it. I would have done the same—“ Carmy waves you off as if you could see him. ”I still feel bad“ you groan and lean your head into your hand in an almost facepalm fashion. You hate that you feel bad but you always do and you always will. It’s unavoidable. “Don’t, I didn’t when I left” he shakes his head to get rid of the memory of that day. He was trying to hold on to this tranquility the best he could and not derail again. ”Really?” You pause for a moment before asking, “Did you miss me?” Your subconscious emotions getting the better of you. ”Fuck, yeah like a lot. I wish you didn’t ditch me.” He was sincere like always and you can feel the guilt boiling in your stomach, ”Me too”.

“I think—,” Carmy pinches the bridge of his nose in thought, “Wait, uh, I know that it would’ve been better with you there”, he sighs and lets his hand fall back into his lap. ”Fuck, Carm, I miss you so much already and I haven’t even left the city yet” you try to make yourself laugh to get away from the regret that soared through your body, but you couldn’t. “I’ll come up there as soon as I can and help you unpack—“

” And, I’ll give you an apartment tour and show you my art displayed all fancy at the museum” You were already getting giddy at the prospect of the two of you being reunited. “I would love that, actually”, Carmy smiles into the phone as he imagines taking you on a personal tour of NYC.

”Great, because you still owe me a hot dog”

“You still won’t let that go, huh?”

“It was like the most perfect hot dog and you made me drop it, asshole!”

“Sorry, sorry, okay?” he laughs along with you, “I’ll get you another one. There’s this place in Hell’s Kitchen—“

”Fuck, Carm can you give me a sec?” You hate to interrupt him especially when he was in the middle of his excited prospect, but the airport attendants were making announcements and soon enough they will be calling up groups. You struggle to hear the muffled voice over the speaker and Carmy can hear you shuffle around to get a closer listen. After a few moments, you are able to piece together that the plane is on schedule and that Group A has been called to front.

“Fuck, sorry, Carm, I gotta go”

”No, I get it. Call me when you get to your new place”

”No, yeah, I will and Carmen—“ you interrupt yourself and flounder for a second. The words are heavy on your tongue. “I love you” the words roll off your tongue differently this time. They’ve always carried a hearty weight to them, but this time it felt like a confession. It sears his soul unlike anything he has ever felt before and you pay no mind to the flames raging in your ribcage.

“I love you too” it falls from his lips automatically without hesitation. He swears that his words are tinged with something else. The edges of the words flickering for something more. It holds a familiarity but he can't quite grasp it in the moment. “Carmen, get some sleep ok?” and your line goes dead.

Fuck.

#carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto fanfic #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear imagine #the bear fanfiction #carmy x you #pogueit

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ladamedusoif · 1 month

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I have been a bit quiet of late on here...but for once, it's a good thing. I was off having the time of my life in NYC!!

I rarely feel immediately comfortable in a place in the way I did in NYC and I'm still at a loss to explain why. It just...fitted with my brain. There are too many magic things to recall - the view from 30 Rock, witnessing a total solar eclipse along with half of NYU in Washington Square Park...

I saw artworks I never expected to see in real life (the Signac portrait of French writer Félix Fénéon at MoMA, on the left) and that chimed nicely with my vibe (the painting of the young woman on right, at the Met, called...'A Rose').

I cried at the Tenement Museum in dealing with my family history, and had one of the greatest martinis of my life at Bemelman's Bar.

And best of all, I got to hang out with @paulmescal-s in real life, eat Spanish food, walk the High Line, blush like sluts at t-shirts featuring That Man, and answer the question "hey, are you both wearing Diego Luna t-shirts?" while buying cheesecake.

Next time I'm going back to the NYPL to work in the reading room that bears my name.

Oh, and obviously I bought these, in Economy Candy on the Lower East Side.

I miss that goddamned city so much.

#personal post #rambling rose #crying outside museums is surprisingly not normal for me #but i was very moved #had a full on fangirl moment in the met too #it was just all very much my jam #and then the food #and the subway even made me very happy #that's how much i liked it #rose does nyc

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fandom-friday · 4 months

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Moma’s gonna buy you a Mockingbird by Blazonix (https://archiveofourown.org/works/52000171) Batman. Your name is Catherine Todd. That’s not the name you went to sleep with last night. But, it IS the name on your ID. You don’t know how exactly this happened, but you have a child you’re now responsible for. And you’re going to make sure he has the best opportunity for a better life as possible. Even if that means you have to persuade (with some blackmail) the local rich man, Bruce Wayne to take in your kid. Oh, and ‘take care of’ your husband as well. Self-Inserts are a kind of fanfic I will always enjoy. And this one is really well written. It takes a character that is only known about posthumously, and fills out the empty spaces of what her life was like.

YESSSSSS I love fics that fill in the missing pieces in our favorite media. It's always a fun sandbox to step into and often gives a lot more fleshing out to behind the scenes moments we don't get to see or characters we didn't get to know well enough. I love this concept (and am also immediately stressed out for the reader haha). Thanks so much for sending this in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #batman #dc comics #catherine todd #jason todd #bruce wayne #angst #fluff

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sayitaliano · 1 year

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Valentine's day/Love vocabulary

l'amore [n.] = love amore [n.] = love (as a nickname: *my* love, use no article in this occasion) innamorato/a = sb in love, lover la passione = passion un bacio = a kiss un abbraccio = a hug una carezza = a caress l’attrazione = the attraction la relazione = relationship la felicità = happiness la gioia = joy (also as nickname when without the article) la passione = passion la dichiarazione *d’amore* = *love* declaration

amare = to love innamorarsi = to fall in love uscire con qualcuno/frequentare qualcuno = to date someone tenersi per mano = holding hands sedurre/tentare = to seduce/ to tempt tradire/ingannare = to cheat/ betray someone scaricare qualcuno = to dump sb flirtare = to flirt (pronounced as in English + Italian "are" at the end) avere una cotta/un debole per qualcuno = to have a crush on sb (also: you like sb = ti piace qualcuno) adorare = to adore abbracciare = to hug essere fidanzati (ufficialmente) = to be engaged fare l’occhiolino/ammiccare = to wink chiedere di uscire/chiedere un appuntamento = to ask on a date baciare = to kiss someone/something baciarsi = to kiss each other sposare = to marry essere sposato/a = to be married sposarsi = to get married slang: limonare = to make out

il matrimonio = wedding l'appuntamento = the date [noun] il cuore = heart i cioccolatini = praline, chocolate candy le rose = roses i fiori = flowers un mazzo (un bouquet) di fiori = a bouquet of flowers un regalo, un pensiero = a gift la fidanzata, la morosa = girlfriend il fidanzato, il moroso = boyfriend il compagno/la compagna = girlfriend/boyfriend (mostly for adults) giorno di San Valentino = Valentine’s Day civetta = a girl who likes to flirt (not used very much anymore) cascamorto = a boy who likes to flirt cupido = cupid l'amante = lover (secret, cheater/3rd party in particular)

caro/a – dear, beloved (adj. as well as a nickname) bellezza, bello – cutie, handsome (to a male) bello/a – beautiful, handsome tesoro, dolcezza – darling, sweetheart (adj. and a nickname) dolce = sweet (also as noun: dessert) tenero/a = tender romantico/a = romantic

mi piaci = I like you ti amo, ti voglio bene = I love you mi manchi = I miss you ti amerò per sempre = I will love you forever. amore a prima vista / colpo di fulmine = Love at first sight. non posso vivere senza te = I can’t live without you Buon San Valentino = Happy Valentine’s Day festeggeremo con una cenetta romantica = We’ll celebrate with a romantic dinner un pensiero per te = A gift (thought) for you

More nicknames (no articles):

tesoro = *my* treasure cucciolo/cucciola, cucciolotto/cucciolotta = *my* pet, little pet topolino/topolina = little mouse (mio) caro/(mia) cara = (my) dear/darling piccola/piccolo, bimba/bimbo = little one, baby bambola = doll biscottino/biscottina = little biscuit micino/micina, gattino/gattina = kitty maialino/maialina = little pig tigrotto/tigrotta = little tiger momo/moma from “amoro” and “amora” (”amore” in a made up male/female version) = *my* love (in a cute way) ami/amo (or “amy”) = diminutive of “amore” (still cute) tato/tata (patato/patata, patatino/patatina) = dear (potato) orsacchiotto/orsacchiotta = teddy bear

… and I guess most of the cute animals’/cookies’/sweet stuff’s diminutives, as far as your imagination can take you! (The first 4/5 words work also in mother/son or grandma/nephew relationships, while probably the others are mostly used among partners)

#it #italian #langblr #italiano #italian language #italian langblr #language #languages #parole words #traduzioni #san valentino #valentines day #vocabs #vocabulary #italian vocabs #italian vocabulary #languageblr #italianblr

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howlingday · 1 year

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Good Mom Raven

Raven: (Wearing a I.D.G.A.F.A.Y.K. shirt, Captioned beneath with full spelling)

Mom: Don't you think that shirt is a bit inappropriate for a PTA meeting, Ravine?

Raven: Don't you think that shit spewing from your fucking mouth is inappropriate, Gloria?

Raven: And it's Raven, ya bastitch!

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Mother: Are you actually grilling at a school potluck?!

Raven: Yes, Tracy, because some of these kids deserve something more than just kale chips and whatever vegan bullshit you're pawning off.

Raven: Oh, and tell your beta-bitch husband that if he tries to tell me how to grill again, I'll chop his dick off and shove it down your throat. That way he can at least put it in your mouth once, instead of the neighbors'.

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Raven: (Bites, Chews) Hm... Wow... I'm impressed, Coral. These oatmeal raisin taste like your sex life.

Mama: Oh, you mean they're moist and absolutely delicious, right?

Raven: Nah, more like they're dry, crusty, and probably hasn't been touched in damn near twenty years.

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Ruby: Mom, you don't have to walk me to class.

Raven: Why not? Afraid I'll embarrass you in front of your boyfriends and girlfriends?

Ruby: Mooom!

Raven: I'm just teasing, Ruby.

Ma: You're that girl's mother?! No wonder she's such a delinquent! She's caused thousands of property damage! She should be locked up!

Ruby: (Whimpers)

Raven: (Swigs, Exhales) Hold this, kiddo.

Raven: (Inhales) YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT OUR KIDS, AMBROSIA?! FINE! WHEN'S YOUR SON'S COURT DATE?! YOU KNOW, AFTER HE GOT BUSTED BUYING DRUGS IN THE BACK OF THE STRIP JOINT?! OH, AND HOW ABOUT YOUR DAUGHTER?! YOU KNOW, THE ONE WHO GOT KNOCKED UP BY HER DEADBEAT, RUNAWAY DADDY SHE'S STILL CRYING OVER?!

Ma: GO TO HELL!

Raven: BETTER THAN TALKING TO YOU, MISS TOWN BICYCLE!

Ruby: Snrk!

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Raven: Really? You got yourself a girlfriend? Good for you, Yang!

Yang: Yeah, but... I haven't told Dad, and-

Raven: Pfft! So? He doesn't care, so long as you're happy! Besides, knowing how close him and Ghira are, I'd say it's only a matter of time. Besides, you can't be worse than her ex, right? You know, the psychopath?

Moma: Your daughter is one of those [REDACTED]?! Ugh! Doesn't she know that lesbians don't know what real love is! When the Brothers return, she'll be destroyed along with those filthy animals!

Raven: Yeah, right. Like you know what real love is. And at least those "animals" know how to please a man. You should ask your husband. He would know.

Moma: HOW DARE YOU?!

Raven: Honestly, I'm surprised he hasn't ran off with that cute bunny girl I keep seeing him hang around with. I bet even your kids like her better than you.

Yang: (Covers her mouth)

#rwby #raven branwen #aceartworks #ace artworks #yang xiao long #ruby rose #bumblby #bumbleby #bmblb

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barcalover86 · 1 year

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paarrrt 3 plllsss happy ending

PEDRI ONE SHOT part 3

The End- P.G.

Angst, fluff

Part 2 here 👆

Summary: After you ran away from his life, Pedri is desperately to show you the truth.

You weren't sad because of the photos of you two, but the comments. You were so done with the drama you had all your life because of your stupid dad, and now everything seems to go down again.

You couldn't believe how immature you were the night before. To accept Pedri and go to a party, drink, and then sleep with him in one bed where he gave you oral.

You thought that you could trust him. He seemed an honest boy with good intentions. Even Sofi liked him.

Pedri was next to you, half awake. His eyes were closed while his head was on your chest and hands around your waist. You looked at him once again and saw his beauty. He is just like a baby.

You were so disappointed in both of you. This boy really made you feel something, but it seemed that he was only using you. He wanted to make you trust him and then sleep with you.

You took his hands off your body and went to put your pants on.

"Adónde vas?"

"No es asunto tuyo" ( It is none of your business)

"Que pasa?" he asked confused.

You looked at him for the last time and went straight home. You called Xavi and asked for some days off and he accepted.

You wanted to be alone for at least 2 weeks. If you were to see him, you would break down right in front of him.

Your mom didn't ask you anything. She just let you be. She was at work most of the time and Sofi at school, so you had time with yourself.

The only things you did were to eat and think. You didn't leave your room at all these days. Every time you looked at your phone, you would see stupid messages about you from Pedri's toxic fans. There were some people that were nice to you, but the amount was not the same.

Pedri, on the other hand, was miserable.

When you left him, he stayed there in shock, not knowing what happened. When he went to insta and saw what the real thing was, he exploded with sadness. He really cared for you, and the only good thing in his life besides football was fading away. He couldn't let you go that easly.

He tried several times to call you, having the number from Xavi. He also tried texting you, but you just didn't want to reply.

He missed you like you missed him.

You talked to Pedri some time ago when you told him that you don't want to be a public person at all. Your life being in the public eye wasn't your dream. You wanted to live in private and peaceful.

The boy was suffering. While he is injured right now, he wasn't going to trainings. The season was coming to an end.

He stayed home with his family, now visiting him and asking about his love life.

He didn't want to talk about it that much, but his brother knew that something was up. He told Pedri to fight for that person because it always exists at least one solution to every problem.

While the parents left the boy alone at home, he looked again to see if you at least saw his massages, you of course did not.

You were sleeping a lot lately, not wanting to feel the pain anymore. Tomorrow was the day you had to return at work.

You were relieved to hear that Pedri wasn't there so that you could put your mind to work and school.

You suddenly got a call from your mother, who was desperately to tell you to look at Pedri's story.

"Moma, I don't want to know where he is right now."

"Just look! You won't regret it" and with that, she hung up.

You went to his Instagram, still following him. When you saw his story, your heart felt relieved somehow.

It was a photo that Pedri took with you. Your back while wearing and showing Pedri's jersey with a text.

¡Hola a todos! Por favor mantente fuera de mi vida privada si quieres creer lo que diga alguien que no sea yo. ¿Por qué harías esos comentarios sobre una chica de la que no sabes nada? Ella es una persona importante para mí y si no dije nada fue porque no quiere ser una persona pública. ¡Por favor, crece y deja de hacer esos comentarios inmaduros! La amo y eso es todo lo que tienes que saber. Gracias!

Hello everyone! Please stay out of my private life if you want to believe what anyone other than me says. Why would you make those comments about a girl you know nothing about? She is an important person to me, and if I didn't say anything, it was because she didn't want to be a public person. Please grow up and stop making those immature comments! I love her, and that's all you need to know. Thank you!

You were so happy that you started to smile so bad. You read the text so many times, your smile growing and heart melting at every word that you read again and again.

You felt bad for not responding to his messages and calls, and now it was your turn to make things right. You decided to call him.

"Hola" you started

"Y/n-" continued Pedri with a soft voice until you interrupted him.

"Lo siento, Pedri. Lo siento mucho!

"No te di la oportunidad de contarme tu parte de la historia."

"I didn't give you a chance to tell me your side of the story."

"No sabes como extrañé tu voz" you two smiled "You don't know how much I missed your voice"

You talked for some time. He assured you that you were the only girl in his life, making sure that you know how a beautiful woman you are.

This summer, you hang up a lot, enjoying every moment together.

Now Pedri was yours, finally and you've never been happier. You love spending time with him especially when he shows you how much he loves you. You learnt a lot from him.

Your relationship still isn't public, but your close people know and support you. His family loves you and always ask Pedri about you.

As well, your mom and sister adore your boyfriend. Sofi is asking every time for stories and Pedri can't say no to her. You usually go for walks in Barcelona to see sunsets.

When you two are alone, you are the funniest persons ever. You laugh a lot at his baby behaviour when he wants you. You fight with pillows and cook for each other and then rating the best food. Of course, you win, but he isn't a bad cooker either.

He loves morning with you. Your parmufe is his favourite smell. He always compliments you making sure you know your worth.

You also play football together and dance when it rains.

Pedri made you realise that love really exists if you are looking at the right person. You love him, and he loves you, and no one can change that.

AHHH THIS IS THE END!!! Did you like this story?? I loved it! I hope you guys enjoyed this and are having a nice day. Take care of you!!

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #pedri fanfic #pedri fluff #pedri gonzalez #pedri one shot #pedri imagine #pedrito #pedri/gavi #pedri headcanon #pedri x you #pedri x y/n #pedri x reader #pedri blurb

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