#pedri

⁀➴┊he loves taking photos with you, and most importantly, he loves taking photos of you. no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing. you could be sitting in a restaurant, and he’d snap a quick shot of you sitting pretty in the booth opposite him. you could have sauce on your chin, or you could be wearing a pretty smile, ferran thinks you always look absolutely beautiful.

⁀➴┊ you’re ferran’s comfort person. ferran is quite an emotional guy. he feels his feelings deeply, and he loves to be with someone who is also in touch with their feelings. someone with emotional depth, someone with emotional intelligence, who is able to pull him out of the gutter when he feels down or when he’s too harsh on himself. he enjoys a good late night convo, where the two of you stare up at the ceiling, all judgement-free with raw feelings. He loves being heard, being valued by you, especially when he gets to hold you close to his chest when he tells you softly what’s on his mind, confiding in you.

⁀➴┊especially now that he has longer hair: absolutely loves when you play with his hair. just carding your fingers through his locks, brushing stray strands of chestnut hair out of his face. you love doing it, scratching your nails over the back of his neck, too. ferran just revels in it, and when you take your hand out of his hair, he’s quick to put it right back. “why’d you stop, baby?” he’ll say, suddenly all clingy.

⁀➴┊his favourite spot to kiss you is your temple. i believe he genuinely likes the softness it brings, it’s so kind. it’s deliberate, slow, with intent. he literally can’t leave the house without pressing his lips against your temple, leaving you alone with his delicacy.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

⁀➴┊oh, he’s so husband. sooooo husbandish. i have no doubt in my mind that pedri would take over household tasks for you. with love, even. maybe you’re in the bathroom, busy with your nightly skin care routine, a million different droppers and tubes with face masks scattered all over the sink, and pedri would just pop in unannounced, cradling a laundry basket between his arms. “hi, babe,” he’d say lightly, as if the sight of him being all responsible and domestic isn’t a major turn on for you. “you got any laundry for me? i’m doing lights right now.”

⁀➴┊he would let you control the aux. he’s the designated driver whenever you two go out, and you’re the dj. he thinks your music taste is better, anyway. bopping his head along to the melody of the music, your feet on the dash, arm slung out of the window, all the windows down with the warm wind swishing past your heads.

⁀➴┊would also let you use his hand to test out different lipsticks whenever you drag him to sephora. pedri’s willing to sacrifice his clean hand if that means you’d leave the shop with a beautiful, new lip product you’re content with. 

⁀➴ ┊i also think pedri loves unwinding with you. i can vividly see the two of you on the sofa, both watching something lighthearted, the laughing track ricocheting off the walls as he lightly cards his fingers through your hair, looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’d ask you what you would be doing the next day, what time you would have to get up. literally just soft, gentle small talk.

⁀➴┊ he’ll check up on you throughout the day. especially when he’s away for a game and is mostly travelling, he’d shoot you a quick text asking how it’s going at home, if you’ve already had lunch, or how your classes for the day went. speaking of school, i think he’d be the biggest hypeman ever. he’s always asking you if he can read one of your essays. pedri just stares at your laptop screen, nose scrunched up in confusion while he reads paragraph after paragraph. “well,” he huffs when he’s finished, “you’re the smart one from the two of us.”  

PABLO GAVI

⁀➴┊ he gives me major lover and best friend vibes. with that being said, he’s a teaser. loves prodding you in your side when you’re concentrated, lightly pulling your ponytail to get your attention, shadow-boxing at you, he does it all.

⁀➴┊pablo absolutely loves a night in, especially if it’s on a cheat day, and he can eat whatever he prefers. Will spend the entire night binging another random 2000s tv series with you whilst munching on sushi, or pizza, way too invested in all the shit that’s happening on the screen, and obviously gives his unvarnished commentary on it, too. “wait, why did seth pick anna? he needs to end up with summer. he named a fucking boat after her!” you two watch episode after episode, and eventually end up falling asleep on the sofa, his arms securely tucked around you with half-eaten sushi on white plates.

⁀➴┊ i know for a fact that he also loves a good gossip session. “baby, i’m home!” he yells the second he comes home, dropping his car keys on the marble counter, a mischievous grin on his face. when he finds you somewhere else, behind your laptop, he’s immediately like: “you’re never gonna guess what carmen just said to marco,” already pulling up his phone to show you the receipts. he just talks so excitedly, and you two spend hours dissecting everything that happened.

⁀➴┊brings you random trinkets when he gets back from holiday. frivolous cheap keychains, a little tile from portugal, all the cheesy shit. it’s just a cute token of love, and it shows that he always thinks of you. literally always.   

⁀➴┊ he’s the silliest drunk ever. when you try to take the car keys from his hands — because he’s obviously way too drunk to drive — he’d be like: “who are you?” he’d ask, a confused expression on his face, eyebrows scrunched up. “you’re not my girlfriend.” you sigh out, deep and loud, already opening up your hand palm. maybe you get a little gooey on the inside, because he’s just so cute and endearing. “i am, come on. keys.”

ALEJANDRO BALDE

⁀➴┊we all know alejandro seems like quite a playful person, and especially if you’re on the shyer side, he’d do anything to get you out of your shell more. he’s so spontaneous, carefree. from dancing in the kitchen to an oldie, to twirling you around when you’re wearing a pretty dress; alejandro is doing everything within his abilities to put all of his attention on making you comfortable. “there she is,” he’d say with a dopey grin as he looks you up and down when you step out of your shared bedroom, ready to go out on a date together.

⁀➴┊loves showing you off. you’re his phone wallpaper, and when you two are together, his heavy arm is basically glued around your waist, or hips, or shoulders. he sees it as a statement: she’s mine, back off.  

⁀➴┊yeah, sorry i wholeheartedly believe he loves to touch your waist, or any part of your body. he’s a big body worshipper. he’ll literally trace your curves with his hands, trying to cover every inch of your skin as he scatters fluttery kisses down your neck. he’s, like, totally obsessed with you and the way you feel under his fingertips, playfully swatting your ass.

⁀➴┊he cooks for you. we’ve all seen that video of alejandro saying that he can cook and that he can clean? yeah, i definitely believe that date nights with him would include him cooking something for you, something he puts a lot of love in. your hands clasped together on top of the table like a lovesick couple.

⁀➴┊alejandro loves to make you blush like crazy. calling you the cheesiest, corniest pet names on the planet. he loves to inspect your face, tilting your chin up with a crooked finger, and tell you how he loves your sparkly eyes, your cute nose and your chubby cheeks until your heat hovers over your face.

a/n: oh also, i can’t stop thinking about pulling on ferran’s hair when… WHEN…. ugh i might have to write smth about that 🫪🫪

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It's 6:30pm and you're on your way home from work in a unfamiliar and abstract way. The train route which you usually took was cancelled at short notice, the bus routes were always packed full of people, the walk was far far too long and your boyfriend Pedri was still at football training when you clocked out the office.

So, instead you had been waiting around for thirty minutes for your co-worker, Julian, to finish his work and drop you off back at your boyfriends house.

And so here you were, in his navy blue Porsche which smelt of sandalwood and cologne which tried to hard to smell expensive. The city passed by like a blur as the engine purred under you. You engaged in conversation about work, and your colleagues and how their was weird smell in the break room today. Mundane laughter and simple flowing chatter filled the drive to Pedri's place in the Barcelona suburbs.

Julian was a good man, and a good friend in the office. During work hours he was someone you would spend a good chunk of your time with, sometimes going on lunch together with a few others or grabbing an after work drink together. If you both arrived early enough you would go grab a quick coffee from the local café around the corner form the office. But being in his expensive car, in a dark lit space, it made your tummy flip. Being in any Porsche that wasn't Pedro's felt foreign and forbidden.

Had Pedri not have been at training he would have come and got you. In fact, he offered to leave training early just to make sure you got to his home safely. When you told him that leaving his training session early just to pick you up from work was ridiculous he offered to send a car to come get you instead. You were about to take him up on the offer but then Julian came like a knight in shining armour. You text Pedri and let him know a friend from work was heading in a similar direction and would just drop you off on the way.

For Pedri, that was a relief. A girl friend was going to drop you off safely and he could get back to training without a worry. It also seemed like you would be arriving home at a similar time to him now, or he would get home a lit bit earlier than you which was a nice change for once. So, when training ended he rushed into his own Porsche filled with only the excitement of seeing you.

Julian turned the wheel with an easy confidence, glancing at you briefly as he merged onto a quieter street lined with the sloping trees of Pedri’s neighborhood. You were nearing the end of the drive now, the tension that had quietly built in your shoulders beginning to ease with the familiar sight of the Barcelona suburbs rolling into view. It was a strange feeling. Your work life seemed to be meeting you real life. Sure, the office knew you were dating Pedri. You'd get teased about it all the time but you never thought your work life would intertwine with him, with your love. But now it was about too. You just hoped that Pedri was already home.

The Porsche pulled to a gentle stop just outside Pedri’s house, that same navy blur now parked against the pale dusk like it didn’t quite belong. You glanced at the big house you had spent so much time in it was like your own home. The driveway was empty. Your boyfriend was not back from football yet, and for a moment you let your shoulders drop in relief. A sigh you didn't know you were holding in realised from your chest.

You unbuckled your seatbelt, "Gracias, Julian" you said while dusting your hands down your tight black work trousers just to give your hands something to do.

“Of course,” he said, one arm resting casually on the wheel. “Anytime.” His Rolex was catching in the light of the setting sun. Everything about him was so expensive and exuded old money, so old fashioned and chivalrous. Most girls looked at Julian and could not contain their blush, you'd seen it happen countless times at the café. The young baristas eyes cowering with nerves when they speak to him, or the older ladies who couldn't stop fawning over his muscles. But not you. Never you. You had Pedri. And Pedri was all you ever wanted.

You exchanged quick goodbyes and then reached for the door handle. Just as you did headlights washed across the front of the car. Another car, one which was sleek, black, and unmistakably familiar, rolled into the driveway at just the right moment to make your stomach drop and your heart quicken.

You froze, fingers still curled around the door handle.

The headlights flickered against the rear-view mirror, casting long shadows across Julian’s face as he looked toward the driveway, then back at you with a small, unreadable smile.

“That him?” he asked, voice low but casual, as though he wasn't fazed by the fact one of the best footballers in the world hadn't just showed up in front of him. Like he didn't watch him play week in and week out.

You nodded, too fast. “Si. That’s him.”

The engine of Pedri’s car purred low as it rolled to a stop. The light cut out as the ignition shut off, and for a beat, everything felt suspended. Caught between the final scene of one moment and the first flicker of the next.

You opened the door before the pause could stretch too long.

The air outside was cooler now, with the early evening breeze tugging gently at your white work blouse. You stepped out of the Porsche, the sound of the car door clicking shut unnaturally loud in the quiet street.

Pedri emerged from his own Porsche a second later, gym bag slung over his shoulder, dark hair still damp from a post-training shower, his Nike hoodie zipped halfway up. He looked good; flushed from training, tired in that soft way he always looked when he’d come home from training. He was smiling when he saw you, but it faltered slightly when his eyes landed on the navy Porsche.

Then they looked at you again.

He slowed a little as he crossed the driveway, his hand coming up in a lazy wave, his eyes trailing you up and down because something about you in tight fitting office wear always got him worked up. But, he could not stop himself from wondering who was in the navy Porsche that still waited outside his house. Who had driven you home?

Julian didn’t move, but the driver’s side window lowered slightly. You could feel his gaze watching, calmly, from behind the wheel. Not smug. Just curious.

Pedri greeted you with a small kiss on the cheek. Then his eyes flicked to the car again, then to you. “Didn’t know your friend from work drove a Porsche.”

You smiled, small and tired, brushing your hair behind your ear as you adjusted the strap of your handbag on your shoulder. You could feel the question lingering in his voice, wrapped in velvet but edged in something firmer. Curiosity, maybe, or protectiveness. Possibly both.

“He offered,” you replied softly, not wanting to make it a bigger deal than it was. “I didn’t want you leaving training early, remember? You’ve got a match in a few days. I was going to take a cab but Julian said he was heading this way. Made sense."

Julian. The name of man made Pedri's ears ring. It was a man who had driven you home. A man who you spent eight hours a day working alongside. Suddenly, that fact clicks in his head. The fact that you almost have a separate life existing in an office building in Barcelona's city centre. A world where he doesn't really exist. It makes his stomach turn.

You watched your boyfriend's eyebrows crease in the way they do when he's thinking hard. The way his jaw tightens in what was seemingly annoyance.

The noise of the car window rolling down even further broke some of the tension between us.

Pedri’s head turned slightly toward the sound, his eyes sharpening with something unreadable, his hand slipping from your waist back to the strap of his gym bag. He didn’t say anything , he didn’t need to. You could feel the shift in him, like something inside had straightened up, alert.

From the car, Julian leaned slightly into view. He looked out through the lowered window, his face calm, casual, eyes flicking between the two of you with no rush, no nerves, no intention of stepping out or overstepping.

Pedri looked at him. He was full of muscles, a sharp set jaw and wavy light brown hair. He was older, and looked it. Not in a bad way but in a manly way. He looked like most girls dream guy. His suit perfectly tailored, he expensive watch glinting away. He was stable, and respectable. He had a proper job and a good salary.

This was the man you were spending eight hours a day with. Your friend. Pedri thought.

“You good?” Julian called out to you lightly, in Spanish, just loud enough to carry across the short distance.

You nodded, turning your body more toward him instinctively. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks again.”

Julian offered a small nod and half a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Alright then. I'll see you on Monday morning, the usual time. Have a good night.”

And just like that, the window rolled back up. The navy blue car rolled away into the dying light of the evening. The engine roar getting further and further away.

Silence.

Pedri watched the spot where the car disappeared for a moment too long, then turned back to you.

"The usual time, eh?"

You blinked, caught slightly off-guard by his tone—not sharp, but not exactly light either. It hovered somewhere in the middle. Almost playful, but laced with something else; something heavier. The usual time. Three little words who have flicked the night like a switch.

You gave a small smile, trying to brush it off. “We get coffee most mornings before work. It’s not a big deal.”

Pedri nodded slowly, but his lips pressed into a thin line. The same look he gives when he has been fouled on the pitch and disagrees with the referee. A frown. “Right. Coffee. Just you and him?”

“Sometimes with others. Sometimes just us,” you admitted, honestly, but gently. “It’s just a routine. We both get there early and it’s convenient. That’s all it is.”

Jealousy was seeping through his veins. He couldn't stop imagining it. You and Julian in the corner of a café in the early morning, alone. Did he pay for your order? Did he pull out your chair? Did he carry your work bag just to be a gentleman? Did he fill the role he was absent from? He began to overthink the whole interaction that just happened, the way Julian checked to make sure you were okay. The way he didn't even really acknowledge Pedri, his eyes only ever remaining on you. He looked at you with what Pedri knew as desire, forbidden attraction that he could not act upon. Did your work attire work Julian up as much as it worked Pedri up?

Pedri didn't say anything, he just nodded his head to the front door and you followed behind him. You could feel the heat fuming from him. The raw jealousy.

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Inside the house, it was too quiet. The kind of quiet where you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears, your kitten heels clicking on the hardwood, the distant hum of city noise wrapped in a suburban quiet.

Pedri dropped his bag on the floor by the door in a sudden thud. He didn’t look at you when he did it. He stood for a moment with his back to you, still in the threshold, fingers flexing once at his sides like he was trying to contain himself from emotion.

You closed the door softly behind you, the click small and definite. Your bag slid from your shoulder and landed by your feet. You wanted to speak, but your throat felt thick. You weren't used to this side of your boyfriend. You didn't know how to navigate it.

You followed him into the kitchen, walking slower than usual. He opened the fridge, stared at it blankly, then closed it again. He leaned against the counter like he needed something to hold him up.

You stood near the kitchen island, your fingers worrying the strap of your handbag, waiting for him to speak first.

He finally turned toward you, his expression unreadable. “So, he drives you home. You get coffee together. What else?”

The words weren’t cruel, but they felt precise. Like he was picking them out carefully, deliberately. You blinked.

“It’s just coffee,” you said. “Just work stuff. That's all it is.”

Pedri nodded, but it didn’t feel like agreement. It felt like stalling. He looked at you again, really looked, his brown eyes dark under the overhead kitchen lights. His under eyes tired from his workout.

“I don’t like it,” he said. Simply. Without apology.

You opened your mouth, maybe to defend yourself, or maybe just to say his name, but he cut in before you could.

“I know you love me,” he added. “I’m not insecure about that.”

He walked a few steps closer. His voice didn’t rise. “But I don’t want you being close with another man. Not like that.”

“Like he knows you,” Pedri said, now standing just in front of you. “Like he knows you before nine in the morning. Like he knows all your wants and all your needs. Like he takes care of you. That's mine.”

You looked at him carefully, but he didn’t flinch under your gaze.

Pedri was watching you, waiting. His hand moved like he wanted to reach for you but didn’t.

"I know how men look at women they want but can’t have. He looks at you like that. I don’t want him anywhere near you.” His eyes darken with a serious glare you rarely ever saw.

Your stomach flipped because your body betrays you by liking this side to him. This man that's claiming you so boldly all while dressed in a matching black training tracksuit with curly wet hair, smelling like hard work and musk.

The air felt so charged, like you were being struck with electricity and flying sparks.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. “He’s just a friend,” you said finally. Your voice sounded small in the big kitchen. “He’s never crossed a line.”

Pedri’s eyes flickered, a tiny movement, like a muscle twitch. He took another step, closing the space between you until the counter pressed against your back. His voice dropped even lower.

“He doesn’t have to cross it,” he said. “He's already standing on it.”

You swallowed. He was so close now you could smell the faint chlorine from the training ground shower still clinging to his hoodie, the sharpness of his cologne dulled by sweat.

“I’m here,” you said gently. “I come home to you.” You try to reassure him.

You reached up and touched his wrist, his skin warm under your fingers. Slowly, his hand lifted, hovering before it finally settled at your waist. His thumb pressed against the fabric of your blouse, not hard, just enough to feel you there.

“I’m not asking you to quit your job or anything stupid,” he said, eyes still locked on yours. “I’m just saying, if he’s giving you rides, if he’s sitting with you in cafés, if he’s paying for your lunches, he’s not just being polite.”

“I don’t let him pay,” you said quietly. “And it’s not--” you stopped, trying to choose the right words, but none of them seemed to fit.

Pedri’s thumb drew a small, slow circle against your waist, like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. He looked at you the way someone looks at a photograph they’ve stared at for too long, their eyes tracing every line until it becomes burned into the brain.

He tilted his head slightly, eyes still locked on yours. “you don’t see it. But I do. That’s my job.” His fingers pressed a little harder into your waist, not rough, but enough to feel it. “To see it before you do.”

You swallowed. “Your job?”

He nodded once. “To protect what’s mine. Not because I’m afraid of losing it, but because I won’t let anyone else have it.”

Your stomach flipped again. He had no doubts. Only certainty and confidence.

His hand slid a fraction higher, palm spanning the curve of your waist now, his fingers warm against your skin through the fabric. "No more morning coffee, Si?". It wasn't really a question but he tried to make it sound like one. His lips dropping to your ear making your breath catch in your chest. Instantly your body responds to him. A rush of heat at the base of your spine and between your legs.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, voice small but sure, meeting his dark, steady gaze.

His eyes flickered with something deep and fierce, a quiet fire behind the calm. “Good girl,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “Because no one else gets to touch you like this.”

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down, mouth brushing your collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in his wake as he unbuttoned the white blouse you had spent the long day wearing.

Your hands found his sweatshirt, fingers curling into the soft fabric, holding him close. The subtle power in his touch, the deliberate claiming, sent a shiver straight through you. Your hands tugged gently at the hem of his hoodie, and he let you, lifting his arms without a word as you pulled the fabric over his head and dropped it beside you.

Pedri's forehead rested against yours for a moment, the tip of his nose brushing yours. His breath was steady, his eyes searching. As if he needed to see you clearly. As if this wasn’t just about jealousy anymore, but something deeper. Possession, yes. But also an undying love.

You kissed him. He kissed you with back with hunger and want. His fingers threaded into your hair, cradling the back of your head.

He tugged you down the hallway, lips still longer. Breathes panting. Your back hit the edge of the bedroom door, your blouse falling the rest of the way open under his hands. He paused, just long enough to look at you, to take you in.

And then he said it, low and certain: “It's just me and you. No one else matters”

You didn’t respond. Not with words, at least. You didn’t need to. The way your hands found his face, the way your mouth found his again. That was the only answer he needed.

The rest of the night unfolded slowly, wrapped in warmth and low murmurs, in the quiet promise of closeness. Skin on skin. Moan after moan.

Come Monday morning, Pedri woke up early enough to drive you to work. A little later than usual. No morning coffee. No Julian.

And that evening, he was there again; parked outside your office, leaning against his car in sunglasses, waiting. You walked out to find him like that, calm and oozing confidence, while Julian trailed behind.

Pedri didn't say a word, he just watched as Julian watched him open the car door for you, and instead of jealousy -- this time it was something sweeter. The satisfaction of watching Julian realise he would never have you, no matter how hard he tried or how long he waited.

You were Pedri's. Only ever Pedri's.

L. YAMAL

lamineyamal¡ always sleeps in with you. if he feels you wake up or begin to move, he insists you stay a little longer, he wraps his arms around you and doesn’t let you move.

lamineyamal¡ will always take you out to your favorite breakfast spot. he gives you as long as you need to get ready and doesn’t complain once. he’ll always take a couple things to-go at the end because he knows you’ll get hungry and complain on the way back or later in the day.

lamineyamal¡ always manages to surprise you. whether it’s with a few friends, your family, or a special surprise waiting for you at home, he’ll do it. you don’t know how he does it because you never expect it and he switches it up every year no matter what. every time you think you got it down, it switches.

lamineyamal¡ lets you pick out somewhere to vacation for one week on the night of your birthday, but he makes you pick a piece of paper out of a hat. you hate it, but you do love that he spoils you so much.

lamineyamal¡ never posts embarrassing photos of you on social media, at least not on his public stories. he’ll only post the most jaw-dropping photos and candids of you that he’s been saving over the whole year.

lamineyamal¡ almost never picks up his phone on your birthday, he only picks it up to post about you, text his family, or look at directions. he loves giving all his attention to you, and you only.

P. GAVI

pablogavi¡ wakes you up with a giant stuffed animal, usually of your favorite animal, and gives you kisses all over while he “hugs” you with the stuffies arms.

pablogavi¡ bakes you a cake the night before and excitedly sings you happy birthday, just you two, in the morning. he says that whichever wish you make in the beginning of the day is the one that will come true.

(never leave notes in the middle of stories, but writing that lowkey gave me meena, from sing vibes LOL. 😭)

pablogavi¡ decorates the whole house, which he thinks is a surprise, but you always feel and hear him get up in the middle of the night to decorate. he’s always falling or dropping something too.

pablogavi¡ takes you to a private spa & massage first thing after you get ready. he always brings your bestfriend along too, dropping you both off for two or more hours while he goes and does other important things for your birthday.

pablogavi¡ gives you a lot of “small” gifts that really aren’t small or inexpensive, but he thinks so. and he saves you a big surprise gift at the end, usually something you’ve been wanting forever. he always makes sure to use cute wrapping as well.

pablogavi¡ always gets your whole family together for your birthday, including friends. he even pays for some of their tickets so they can fly out and come to you, even if it’s only for a day or two. he knows how important your favorite people are to you.

P. GONZALEZ

pedrigonzalez¡ always wakes you up with breakfast in bed. he makes sure not to wake you up either, he’ll replace his hands with heating pads so you won’t feel alone.

pedrigonzalez¡ reads you out messages his family, friends, and fans sent him for your birthday. he always tells them to send messages to him so he can read them out loud to you, he’ll always put on a voice for every person which makes you laugh, and he’ll exaggerate things. all while you eat the breakfast he made you.

pedrigonzalez¡ will set up the living room since he knows you love to stay in and watch binge movies or shows. you two will spend hours watching and eating until it’s time to go to a reservation he made.

pedrigonzalez¡ will take you on a shopping spree every birthday. he takes you to your favorite mall and favorite little shops where you always go crazy and buy everything. at first you felt bad, but he always insisted and you started to feel more grateful and all gushy inside rather than embarrassed and upset-ish.

pedrigonzalez¡ always makes sure you never lift a finger the whole day. if you need to tie your shoe, he’s on his knees already. if you need to reach for a waterbottle or your phone, he’s there. if you need to scratch your arm, he’s scratching it for you. if you need to stretch, he’s helping you stretch.

pedrigonzalez¡ always ends the day with giving you a handwritten letter and letting you watch a slideshow he made. the slideshow is photos, videos, and funny & cute texts from the past year. it’s always at least twenty minutes long, he’ll always watch your reaction for when something funny or cute pops up, you always make sure to exaggerate your expressions because you know how much effort and time he put into it.

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p. gavi taglist: @amirafloral , @adelaidehawthorne17 <3

p. gonzalez taglist: no one yet!