Footballer Oneshots and Imagines (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - Real Life Lessons

Requested: no
Warnings: Fluff, cursing in Spanish

It was a hot day in Barcelona. The sun was splitting the stones and the Gonzalez family were of course getting the most of the sun before the autumn weather set in. Y/n had helped her boyfriend's mother prepare lunch for the family and was putting the dishes away. Pedri did insist that he did them, but he had a rough match the day before and Y/n wanted her boyfriend to enjoy at least a day off with his family. As the dishwasher was put on, she decided to go to the shop and to pick up some stuff for baking. She grabbed her car keys and was about to leave. She turned for her purse when she saw her boyfriend in the doorway of the kitchen. "¿llendo a algún lugar?" Her face twisted into one of confusion. "No lo pillo." She replied, making Pedri laugh. "Your Spanish gets worse by the day." He smiled as he walked closer and kissed the top of her head. "Where are you going?" He asked. "Oh. I'm going to the store." She replied. "Let me go and get dressed. I want to go too."

"Babe, you don't even know why I'm going." Pedri shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care. I am going." Y/n smiled and waited for her boyfriend who only took a minute to get ready. "Alright. Vamos." He said, picking up his own keys. "Im driving." Y/n said. "Says who?" She lifted her keys up and dangled them in front of him. "I need to practice driving on the other side of the road. Remember?" He let out a sigh and nodded. "Okay fine." He opened the door and let her out, then closing the door behind him and getting into her car. He let out an irriated groan as she drove, the air only getting hotter. "Amor, do you not have air conditioning?" Y/n was too concentrated on the road and her surroundings to care. "Amor? Estas escuchando?" She came back to reality once she saw clear road ahead of her. "I don't have it." Pedri's head snapped up. "Que quieres decir con que no tienes aire acondicionado?!" He exclaimed. "You just answered your own question in a question."

"Amor, you live in Spain now. Its hot in the summer and you don't have air conditioning?" She nodded. "Correcto." He sat back in the car. "La conche de tu madre." He muttered, holding the bridge of his nose. "Relax, we're nearly at mercadona." She smiled. Pedri slowly looked over to her and sighed. "Lo que digas mi vida."

Now came the tricky thing, especially in Barcelona; parking. "Babe? Can you direct me out please?" His face twisted into one of confusion. "No lo pollo." She sighed. "I need you to tell me when to stop so I don't hit the car behind." He was in disbelief. "No tienes un sensor en tu coche para aparcar?" She shook her head. "I only paid three thousand euros for this car babe." His lips turned into a thin line as he got out and stood behind the car. "Tell me when to stop!" She shouted out the window. "How close is too close?" He asked. "Touching is too close!" He watched as she slowly drove her car backwards, however, some fans recognised him and came over, taking his attention for a moment which resulted in Y/n nearly hitting a car 100 times more expensive than hers right behind her. She waited until the people left and then got out. "Babe! Que demonios?!" Pedri jumped at the sudden tone. "Oh ahora hablas español." He muttered. "I just asked you to look out! I have a college tuition to pay, I don't have money to fix a car like this! I barely have enough for my own car!" If anyone saw the fearless Pedri being yelled at and looking scared, I'm sure most people would laugh, because off the pitch, he's like most men; afraid of their girlfriends while they're angry. "Look, it's okay, it's okay-"

"It's okay? It's not your car!" Pedri held onto her arms, rubbing them. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry mi vida just, I'm sorry." She let out a sigh. "No, no. I'm over reacting. You just had fans to talk to, I'm sorry." He held her closely and kissed her hair. "Come on, let's go get stuff, vale?" She smiled at him and held his hand. "Of course." Pedri grabbed the shopping basket and followed Y/n around as she grabbed various ingredients for baking. Pedri watched her as she so peacefully grabbed stuff and placed it in the basket, but she wasn't using her skills at all. "Do we need anything else, mi vida?" Y/n looked through her phone at the recipe she wanted to make. "Just milk." Pedri nodded. "Okay, go ask for milk." He said. "But I know where the milk is. I've been to this store plenty of times." She replied, placing some eggs in the basket. "But it's for your Spanish. Go ask where the milk is. If you get stuck, I'm here." She just stared at him. Unsure if he was being serious or not. "Serio?" She asked. "Serio." He replied. The fear shot up through her body. She only really spoke to her boyfriend's family and they knew she had trouble from time to time, but strangers? They would probably judge her and she didn't exactly want that. "Babe, do I have to?" He nodded. "You'll be fine."

Y/n walked hesitantly towards a woman in the iconic mercadona outfit. She picked at her nails as she got ever so closer, occasionally looking back to her boyfriend for support from afar. She stood behind her and let out a nervous breath. "Perdóneme?" The lady turned and smiled. "Si señora. Necesitas ayuda?" Y/n nodded. "Sí por favor. Tienes leche?" The lady smiled even bigger. "Sí, por supuesto. Somos una tienda de abarrotes." She chuckled. "Sígueme." Y/n looked confused but then looked back to her boyfriend who signed for her to move along and follow. "Oh."She mouthed, following her. Y/n knew the way but she followed anyway. The shop assistant pointed to the boxes of milk on the pallette. "Aquí está. ¿Puedo ayudarte con algo mas?" She spoke so quickly, Y/n didn't understand. She froze, unable to speak. "Lo siento, acabas de empezar a aprender español. Ella se mudó aquí hace sólo un mes, creo."

"Un mes y medio. Casi dos." Pedri smiled as she spoke more. "Ella lo hizo muy bien. Déjame saber si necesitas algo más." The couple nodded. "Vale, gracias." Pedri replied, placing a carton of milk into the basket. "See? It wasn't difficult." She gave a light hearted smile, still slightly shaken up. She hated speaking Spanish but she knew eventually she would speak like a local. "Aw mi vida. How about we go for some coffee after this? And I'll even drive." He put an arm around her as she agreed. "Come, we need to go pay and then we can go." Y/n watched as her boyfriend placed the items on the belt. She knew this was very cliché but she didn't know how she got so lucky. Pedri turned and noticed her enamored smile. "Que pasa?" He asked. She pecked his cheek and grinned like a school girl. "Te amo."

"Lo se. Soy perfecto." She scoffed and walked by him as he simply chuckled. He felt the exact same way and no words could describe how proud he was of her for simply trying to adjust. She was doing so well and he loved her eith all his heart.