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xas24 · 4 months

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hellooo!! lmfao idk if its just me but am i the only one who noticed that pedri absolutely HATES the cold, or he just gets rly cold easily idk but the way he wears his puffer jacket is so cute, anyway i was hoping u could write something related to that?? love ur work btw !!!☺️

cold boy - pedri

summary: pedri visits england for the first time and realises that he was definetely not made for cold weather.

being from an island that is known for its hot temperatures, pedri cannot handle the cold that surrounds him in various areas of barcelona in winter, or anywhere that is close to a minus in the temperature. his coat would be clung to his body, begging for some sort of warmth in these freezing conditions, and this was something that didn't go unnoticed by y/n or many barça fans.

y/n thought it was absolutely adorable, the way he would shove his hands into the pockets of his coat, head and neck covered by the hood. sometimes she would fling her scarf around his neck, just so he could get that extra bit of warmth she knew his body very much needed.

currently, the two were in the uk, back in y/ns home town for a few days of the holidays. y/n was aware of how cold the temperatures usually are in england, which is why she’d made her boyfriend pack as many fluffy sweaters, puffer coats and beanies he had.

pedri was excited for the adventure, the new experience of visiting england, a place he had never been before, but most of all he was looking forward to meeting his girlfriends family once again. he knew how much they loved him, and likewise he enjoyed their presence and the positive, cheery aura her folks possessed.

what he wasn't mentally prepared for was how cold it would be. in all honesty, he thought y/n was exaggerating with the temperatures; he didn't think it would be this cold until it had smacked him right in the face. his nose and tips of his ears had instantly started to turn pink and his lips became chapped, yet he still put a smile on his face whilst greeting his girlfriend's family and laughing at their jokes of how the canarian was finding this freezing weather.

it was now the second day of the couple being in england, and pedri was slightly adjusting to the winter weather. when y/n had asked him to go down to the markets with her, he had refused as he didn't want to spend another second freezing his ass off outside.

but when she pouted and pressed a delicate kiss to his lips, he couldn't deny her anymore.

"thank you! i promise it'll be fun, its not that cold out today." y/n stated as she put on her puffer coat. just a quick look outside begged to differ but pedri huffed and put on his own coat, grabbing his gloves and his beanie before following her out the bedroom.

the two made their way downstairs and as y/n was grabbing her bag, she noticed how cute her boyfriend looked stood to the side, his hair and ears submerged into the wool of his beanie and his hands in his pockets.

she grabbed a scarf and smiled as she made her way over to him.

"here," pedri watched as she reached up and wrapped the scarf around his neck twice. she fluffed it up so he was fully covered, then kissed him on the lips. "now you won't feel as cold."

pedris heart practically leaped out of his chest at her gesture; his cheeks warmed with love and adoration for the girl infront of him, transforming his lips into a shy grin. his arms wrapped around her neck as he pulled her body closer to his so he could lay a kiss onto her lips properly, mouths slotting together and cold breaths mixing as he kissed his gratitude and love into her.

"thank you, but i think i'll still freeze to death." he whispered against her mouth once he pulled away.

y/n chuckled and pinched his side, eyes glaring up into his brown ones. "you'll be fine, stop being a baby."

pedri pouted and snuck his head into her neck. the warmth he felt, all snuggled up into her body with his arms around her waist, was unmatched - no cold could truly bother him whilst he was in his girls arms. he pressed a kiss to her neck and whined once again that he would rather stay inside.

"no, you're gonna have fun, trust me, amor. c'mon." she grabbed his hand, letting him kiss her cheek one last time before pulling him towards the front door.

she really wanted him to see her home town, the markets that she grew up going to every weekend, the views of the sunset, the lights that illuminated the night and kept the town awake, and especially the snow that made everything look like a fairytale.

pedri saw the excitement evident on her face, so his fingers tightened in her hold. he pulled her closer to his body and they both made their way down the streets and to the markets. they laughed and talked about whatever they wanted whilst the snow trickled down and the cold wind wafted around them but pedri could’ve cared less in that moment as he had his girl by his side.

#barça #pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #imagine

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xas24 · 4 months

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my fav song for my fav girl

stop i love you ugh 😣

#the edit is so good??#z is the best person ever read the award #🥰

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xas24 · 4 months

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hello amani

hello zowa

#😁😁😁

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xas24 · 4 months

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Football completed ☑️ | Julian Alvarez scored and won Club’s World Cup against Fluminense 🇧🇷

He has now won 14 trophies

Stop that Julian 😮‍💨

#king

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xas24 · 4 months

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crying z you’re amazing

pedri plush! 🧸🧣

#the cutest thing i’ve ever seen #pedri #🥹🥹🥹🥹

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xas24 · 5 months

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pedri...with the captain armband.......

#had me screaming at the screen #pedri

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xas24 · 5 months

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Z STOP IT RIGHT NOW.

WHY IS IT SO SQUISHED HELP

#😭😭😭#her ferran era is starting and i’m here for it

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xas24 · 5 months

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🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸❤️

Just to be abundantly clear,

This Account Stands With Palestine.

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xas24 · 5 months

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pedri x reader angst based off of tv by billie eilish🤭

the heart wants what it wants (pt.2) ~ pedri

summary: yearning for a love that can possibly never be returned can be quite foolish, but pedri can’t seem to get her out of his head.

part 1 (y/ns pov)

the crowd was roaring with fierce happiness. it was almost deafening and pedri could barely hear his own heart beat over the screams of the culers and the cheers of his teammates in his ear as they all celebrated his goal, his first goal in quite a while.

hands were brushing his hair, gripping his shirt and arms were engulfing him, his teammates vocalising their pride in him for his winning goal. there was only a few minutes left of the match, no doubt in anyone’s mind that barcelona had won this one, all thanks to their star magician.

pedri cupped his hands over his eyes, facing one of the many cameras and doing his signature celebration. a genuine smile graced his lips, a smile he hadn’t had the strength to flash so widely in so long. after everything that had happened, this was the first moment where he felt that familiar sense of freedom, that same freedom he had last felt with her.

pedri dropped his hands and watched as his teammates walked back to their positions, ready to continue the few minutes that were left. he pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes and looked up at the big screen at the front of the stadium. the cameras were still on him and his name was still flashing across the screen. his smile started to falter and he thought about her again.

what was she doing right now?

was she watching him on tv right now?

did she just see his goal? was she proud of him?

stop. stop thinking about her.

he gave a final wave to the fans and moved back into his position, his temporary happiness being barged with thoughts of her once again.

•••

it was late at night. it was cold and dark and pedri couldn’t sleep. she was there, in every corner of his mind, she was always there. when would she finally leave his mind? when will i finally get over her?

leave me alone.

the clock on his nightstand read 12:09, its dimmed light being the only source of brightness in the otherwise pitch black room. he could hear the trees outside of his house whooshing from the harshness of the wind and the cold was creeping into his bedroom. he pulled his duvet over his cold body and turned to the side, watching as the light of his clock glimmered and flickered.

12:10.

what was she doing right now? was she in bed, reading one of the million books she owned? was she fast asleep? what was she dreaming of?

pedris lips tipped up at the million questions that raided his mind all at once. he smiled at the thought of her, his heart flooding with heat. he remembered the way her hair splayed all over the place as she slept, he remembered the way he would chuckle at her small snores, he remembered loving the way she fisted his shirt in her sleep, wanting to be close to him.

her relaxed expression, her warmth, her scent, her tender skin, her soft lips that always tasted of her cherry flavoured lipgloss.

what he would give to feel those lips against his one last time. to hear her giggles as he repeatedly kissed her into oblivion.

he felt ridiculous, smiling about her in the middle of the night when he knew she probably didn’t even think of him. why would she even spare him a thought? it’s been almost a year.

did she have another man in her bed right now? was he whispering to her the same things he would at night? was his arm draped around her waist, taking in her heat the way he craved to every night?

his smile instantly dropped as she faded from his mind and the happiness, that was temporary yet again, vanished from his being. a shiver went down his spine and he suddenly felt cold as she left him all alone. he hugged his duvet tighter to his body.

how foolish he was. how stupid he was for letting her invade his mind again.

if only he knew, as he lay in bed and yearned for her warmth.

if only he knew that she stood infront of a bar somewhere in barcelona, her body freezing and her heart yearning for his warmth too.

•••

it felt like a sickness that kept coming back. memories, flashbacks, it was almost like pedri could feel her here. stupid. she wasn’t here.

he didn’t even know where she was right now. did she move away or did she still live in barcelona? was she still in her apartment close to the city’s edge where she had the best view of barcelona or did she buy one closer to the university?

he always used to drop her off and pick her up from uni. he was always on time, sometimes even earlier with a bouquet of flowers for her, sometimes ready for the gossip that she had to spill almost everyday, sometimes for the complaints she had about her school work.

who dropped her off to university now? did she pass her driving test? did she move on?

of course she’s moved on. it’s been a year, why wouldn’t she have moved on? it’s only me who can’t.

pedri shook his head at his foolish thoughts once again. the brightness of his phone blinded him as his vision cleared from yet another thought he was having of her. he realised that his thumb hovered over the send button, and he retracted it to see what he was about to send.

yet another ‘sorry, i can’t’ text. yet another ‘i’m busy’ text. with a sigh he sent it off, throwing his phone on the couch down next to him. his hand came up to rub against his tired eyes, clouded with fatigue and hidden agony.

it was painfully obvious that he was actually not busy, and ferran knew that as he also stared down at his phone, open on his chat with pedri. ferran was used to it by now though. he realised that the loss of last year was hitting his friend again, he realised that he just needed some space, needed some time to think before he was fine again.

so he gave him it.

he sent off a text of agreement with a heart emoji, indicating his understanding of his friends situation. ferran gave him his space and swiped off the chat, deciding to invite some of his other friends over to his house instead.

ferran: its okay hermano, take care ❤️

pedri read the message, swallowing the guilt that crawled up his throat at yet another cancel of plans. he rarely saw any of his friends nowadays, outside of trainings, outside of his work.

is this what love does to a person?

he told himself it’s nothing. he’s just going through a tough time. he’ll get over it.

you’re in love - a painful, mind-numbing type of love. you’re stuck in it.

this is what love does to a person. it makes them so unaware of their surroundings, makes them so weak and fragile until it decides to leave and they are left soulless.

pedri crossed his legs in his seat as he threw his head onto the back of the couch. a tired sigh escaped his lips once more and his eyes roamed the plain, white ceiling of his house, mind wandering off once again.

“you’re not understanding me, pedri!” her voice was slightly raising by the minute, her frustration surfacing.

“oh, please tell me what i don’t understand! enlighten me, y/n!”

“you’re never here anymore. i feel like it’s just me in this relationship and i don’t even know what to do about it! i feel so alone and you’re- not here with me.”

“i’m busy, y/n. you need to understand that.”

“i do! how much more do i need to understand to realise that you don’t care about me anymore pedri! i’m just a side object in your busy life. it’s not even recently, its been so long since we’ve actually had a meal together! so long since we actually had a conversation, since you properly kissed me. what, you don’t think i have feelings too?”

his lips pursed and he tilted his head, wanting to look away from her - the girl he loved so much to the point it made him blind and stupid. his eyes started welling up with tears of ache and frustration, but he didn’t let them spill, not like hers that were currently streaming down her cheeks at a slow speed.

“my parents called me the other day and asked about you, where you were. i didn’t even know what to fucking tell them, pedri.” she didn’t wipe them away, only stared at him in his eyes with nothing but hatred pooling in hers.

pedris eyes snapped open as the memory faded into the back of his mind again. the plain ceiling returned into vision, that was blurred this time and he leaned up to wipe his eyes. tears had formed in them, rising to the corner of his eyes and threatening to fall out from between his lashes.

if only he hadn’t walked out that day. if only he hadn’t ignored her and her pleas. if only he hadn’t acted so ignorant and idiotic.

they had argued and he had walked out. he never returned, never made an effort to talk to her for the weeks that followed their argument. the pride overtook his love for her, it blinded him so much to the point he couldn’t handle it anymore.

it was weighing him down and after months of no contact with her, no sign of her, it was crawling up to him in the form of burning pain and hurt and heartache.

all she wanted was for him to be there with her, for her, and he couldn’t even do that. she just wanted to feel loved.

maybe i’m the problem.

he was in denial before. he paid no mind to what he had done, what he had inflicted upon the one he loved.

but he couldn’t even deny it anymore because it was entirely his fault.

everything. every single drop of torture and affliction that had fallen upon both of them had been the consequence of his mindless, selfish acts. she had to watch him leave. she watched him walk out of her life without realising that was the last time she would ever see him again.

all my fault. my fault. myfaultmyfaultmyfault.

the sob that ripped through his chest then was agonising. it was rattling in its cage, wanting to be let out but being restrained by the pride and carelessness. he hadn’t realised that the key to his heart was her. she held the key in her hand, held it within herself and she had just opened him up.

she made him weak, vulnerable.

pedri sat there on his couch, his house as silent and gloomy as his heart. the only sound that rang throughout the room was his cries, his pleas that he muffled into his mouth, the unheard apologies he was throwing out to no one in particular.

i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry.

all my fault.

i love you.

“you’re all mine.” he breathed into her mouth, planting another kiss onto her lips. “mi hermosa esposa.” (my beautiful wife)

y/n leaned back with a surprise yelp, brows raised at his sneaky expression. “your wife, huh?”

he pecked her once more. “of course, my future wife. i want to marry you some day.” pedri chuckled as his cheeks slightly warmed at the confession he just had.

she couldn’t hold back the smile that clung to her lips like a tattoo, cheeks burning with heat and love and the feeling of a dream come true. the happiness she felt with him would always be unmatched.

“i love you.”

“i love you so much more.”

but he wished she could hear them, hear how sorry he was for causing her so much heartache.

#barça #pedri #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #imagine #pedri imagine #pedri barça

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xas24 · 5 months

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part 2 for the heart wants what it wants ??🥲

ofcc!! i’m posting it today maybe a few hours before the match :)

here’s part 1 for anyone who wants to re-read before part 2 🫣

#it’s literally so depressing i’m gonna kms #anon

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haircut ~ pablo gavi

summary: gavi gets a surprise new haircut.

for @zowanew and her obsession with buzzcuts and gavi 🤭🥰

"me, personally, i like it." y/n stated whilst her hands ran over her boyfriends freshly shaven hair, still slightly in shock at the new look. he looked extremely handsome, she had to admit. more manly, more confident. it was a small joke that the two had pulled just last week, but she had never expected him to actually cut his hair.

"remember that picture your mother was showing us last week when we were at her house?" y/n asked pablo as the two lounged on the couch.

pablos lips tipped up and a hint of a grimace lurked on his expression. "the one where i barely have any hair and look disgustingly sweaty?"

a loud laugh escaped her lips at his remark and pablo smiled in return too, loving the sound of her gorgeous laugh he emitted from her. "you had hair! it was just so short and you looked adorable, not disgusting."

"i did, she took it after a game!"

"stop it pablo, you were small, you looked so precious, amor." she chuckled and pablo scoffed, throwing his head back on the couch.

"did you really like it that much?" he asked, his arm encircling her body and pulling her closer to himself. y/n cuddled up to her boyfriend as her legs came to rest on his lap, his hoodie that she wore made her feel even more warm and comfortable.

"yes, i liked it. it was cute, querido." she gave him a little smile. pablos brown eyes roamed his girls face, running over her features that he loved so much. he leaned forward, wanting to steal a kiss from her to which she returned with the same amount of love.

"okay, i'll keep that in mind." he murmured, moving his lips from her mouth to her cheek, pressing another kiss there.

"what do you mean by that?"

"so this is what you meant by that." y/n started laughing as she instantly remembered the little interaction they both had last week regarding his hair.

pablo couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop the small giggles coming from him as he kept staring at his girlfriends baffled expression. the way she had dropped everything she was doing when he walked in without his fluffly hair made him laugh, and he liked the fact that she wasn't too bothered by it.

"you said you liked the short hair." his hand came to rest on her leg that was thrown over his lap.

"yes, but i didn't think you'd actually cut it all off!" y/n chuckled. her hands couldn't stop running over the gruffness of his hair. she couldn't deny he looked good with and without his fluffy hair - he looked good all the time though.

"well it's too late." he smiled, eyes pausing on her expression mirroring his own.

"i love it even more than that photo." she reached forward and placed a kiss to his cheek, pecking the soft skin a few times whilst trying to hold her grin in.

y/n showered him in all her love, wanting him to know that she didn't care about his looks but rather about how much she loved him. she wanted him to disregard any feelings of self-consciousness that grew within him even the slightest bit. she knew he had a habit of doing that.

"you look so handsome, mi amor. i love it and i love you."

#barça #pablo gavi #imagine #gavi x reader #gavi #pablo gavi x reader #gavi imagine

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