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pablitogavii · 11 months

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Care

Summary: Before Pablo, you were in a toxic and abusive relationship so when you two play fight, you flinch and Pablo notices immediately reminding you that he would always take care of you <33

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Reader

Warnings: slight angst/ fluffy <3

"Amor! Give me the remote!" Pablo was trying to grab the remote from your hand repeatedly to play some boring football game but you were watching your favorite Telenovela.

"Not a chance! I need to see if Juan Carlos marries Ana in this episode!" you say hiding it behind your back with your eyes glued to the screen.

"Bebé sometimes I think you love Juan Carlos more than me!" Pablo whined and you chuckled at how easily your Sevillano gets jealous, even of fictional characters.

"I do have a particular weakness for Spaniards.." you start earning a glare from your boyfriend "but I also tend to fall for angry Barça midfielders" you finished earning a smirk as he moved to sit closer.

"Lindaaa" he rubbed his nose against yours and you blushed closing your eyes waiting for the kiss but instead he grabbed the remote from your hand switching the channel.

"Pablo!!" you whine this time you trying to steal a remote from his hands while straddling his lap making smirk but still keep the remote out of your reach.

"Give it back Gavira!!" you said while he chuckled whenever you would use his full name when you get angry.

"Try and get it nena" Pablo challenged with a smirk and you pouted trying to think how to win against him knowing how much stronger he was that you. Then you came up with an idea! Tickle war! He might me toned and muscular but he is ticklish like a baby!

When you started tickling him he started to move around bringing his hand forwards to stop you but that movement made you flinch instinctively which made him stop completely shocked that you just did that.

"Amor? Hey, you okay? I was just going to grab your hand..I would never actually hurt you..why did you flinch?" Pablo felt horrible seeing your eyes fill with years. You weren't upset at him or what he did knowing that Pablo would never lay a finger at you like that, but hating the fact that after so many years it was still affecting you.

"Um..I should..I should go..I'm sorry" you got off his lap feeling horrible that you couldn't still get over what happened to you in the past not wanting to bother Pablo with it.

"No..no..no..por favor..don't leave...I can't handle you being afraid of me..I..would never hurt you.." Pablo stood up as well careful to keep his distance as to not make you flinch again and you appreciated it very much. Not many people knew how to properly handle you in these kinds of situations.

"I'm not afraid of you cariño..it was just..um..an instinct" you admitted playing with the edge of your shirt while looking down at the floor sadly. You didn't want Pablo to think you are damaged so you haven't told him anything in the past few months that you were dating.

"Can I..hold you amorcito? Please?" Pablo asked not wanting to invade your personal space until he knew that's what you wanted and you nodded smiling as his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you to sit back down on the couch in between his legs rested against his toned chest.

"Tell your Pablito linda..I need to know about this" Pablo said and you sighed nodding your head knowing that he was right.

"My ex hit me one time..and ever since then I flinch when someone's hand moves towards my face..I'm sorry" you say feeling even more guilty now that you said it aloud.

"You have nothing to be sorry for nena..How could someone do something like that to you? You are the sweetest most precious girl I have ever met in my life..I'm so sorry mi anjo" his hand was in your hair as he stroked it gently while your head rested on his chest and you were focused on his heartbeat while tears spilled out your eyelids and down your cheeks.

"He was very jealous..wouldn't let me go out with my friends..and that nigh I went behind his back and he got very angry..." you said and Pablo kissed the top of your head as you looked up shattering his heart when he saw your tearful eyes sparkling sadly up at him.

"Is that why you asked me if you could wear that dress when we went out with Frankie and Mikky?" Pablo said and you nodded feeling little embarrassed but the way he asked felt judgement free and you were comfortable to be honest with him.

"I want you to listen to me now princesa. In this relationship, you can wear whatever you like, you can go out with your friends, you don't have to feel like you have to ask me what you are allowed to do..I trust you..and I love you..and I know you love me..and I will make sure not to do things that might trigger you to flinch and bring back those horrible memories now that I know about it.." Pablo speaking softly while caressing your face made your tears fall faster from how comforting his words were and how safe you finally felt with a man.

"I love you so much Pablo..thank you" you nuzzled into his neck counting to softly cry while he kissed the top of your head lovingly moving his hand softly up and down your back soothingly.

"I love you too nena..you are my special girl..and I want you to feel safe when your are with me" Pablo spoke and you looked up pecking his lips softly to which he smiled.

"I do feel safe..and I should have told you earlier. I just didn't want you to think I was demanded.." you admit and he kissed your nose and then your forehead.

"We are all a little damaged nena, that's because we are human..but this doesn't make you any less perfect in my eyes I promise..if anything I think you are so brave" Pablo said drying your tears while you cuddled up to him closer smiling to yourself.

He changed the channel back to your Telenovela sitting there watching it with you for the rest of the night while holding and kissing you from time to time just to assure you that he is still right there next to you..<3

Short but very important story for me..hope you like it <3

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thatsdemko · 6 months

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half past twelve - p.gavi

warnings: smut + not intended for minors

a/n: not tagging anyone because I’m not sure who wants to be tagged in f1 or football 🧍🏼‍♀️

it’s half past midnight. sleep wasn’t happening, with the countless lists of activities for tomorrow, your brain was just unable to slow down. and while there was a lot to be done, there was a little something stuck at the forefront: Pablo gavi.

your brothers dear teammate and friend had your brain revisiting the countless interactions from that afternoon. you can still remember how you felt under his gaze; frozen and couldn’t breathe. like every step you did could make or break the tension.

you didn’t mind it, you liked walking on the thin ice and teasing the poor boy, but he had a way of teasing you and it was all that seemed to linger.

just as he was leaving, his hand slipped around your waist, with one swift motion he pulled you into his chest and pressed his soft lips against your cheek. he slipped out that door hours ago, and the sensation lingered and left your brain, still, buzzing.

the torture was getting out of hand. you wouldn’t see him until next week and you needed a quick and easy solution to ease your mind of this. pulling open one of your nightstand drawers, you rummage through until you find the object tasked for the job: your vibrator.

it wasn’t often you used it, but Pablo gavi was an asshole for getting you this way, and now you needed to get off in the hopes that your brain could let you sleep.

you work the object up to your entrance, slowly massaging the tender area before slipping inside to work out your problem. you can’t help but let your mind wander to what pablo would say to you during this. would it be “¿sentirse bien?” or maybe even “¿te gusta que?” a whimper escapes your slightly parted lips, you hate just how badly you need to know the answer.

he’s probably, if not most likely, asleep. the boy had a big game tomorrow, and there was a lot at stake. but if only you could see him right now. he was a puddle of cum thinking about your nails raking down his cock or your lips sucking him off.

he’s impatient, next week needs to come quickly.

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luvgavii · 1 year

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chasing stars. / pablo gavi.

summary: when it's hard for you to fall asleep, gavi reassures you that he's there.

There were some nights when it was hard to fall asleep. Tonight was one of those, and you were staring at the ceiling while listening to your boyfriend, Pablo Gavi, lightly snore beside you, with his arm around your waist, of course, he couldn't sleep without touching you in one way or another.

You sighed annoyed, and decided that maybe going out on your balcony would help you calm down and eventually fall asleep. You gently lifted Pablo's arm, put your slippers on and quietly left the room, not wanting to wake up your grumpy boyfriend.

Warming up a cup of milk, you went out on your balcony, sitting on one of the chairs next to the table, the table that you and your boyfriend would have breakfast on, on the warm mornings in Barcelona.

You looked down to the streets, the sky was still dark and the moon and stars were shining brightly down at you, and you noticed how the usually busy streets of the Catalan city were almost empty. Most of the lights in the other apartment complexes that surrounded yours were turned off, and you were almost jealous at the people who were peacefully snoring away. Oh, how you wished that was you.

Taking another sip of your milk, you suddenly heard footsteps coming from your living room, and as you turned your head you saw a sleepy Pablo come out on the balcony.

"Amor? What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" Pablo asked you rubbing his eyes and frowning like a little kid.

"I'm sorry, mi vida. I tried leaving quietly without waking you up. I couldn't sleep so I thought a cup of milk and some fresh air would help." You said sympathetically smiled at him, apologizing.

"No, you left quietly, but I can feel when you're not next to me, you know." He said letting out a small laugh, and sitting on the chair that was in front of you.

Thankfully, it was a pretty warm night. It wasn't cold, but it was chilly, and you couldn't help but feel bad for Pablo, who was sitting there in just a T-shirt.

"What's going on, why couldn't you sleep amor?" He asked you while holding his hand out across the table, and you put yours in it. Almost immediately, he started stroking it with his thumb, you knew he was worried about you.

"Don't be worried, I think I just had a bit too much coffee today." You leaned across the table and stroked his cheek with your other hand, Pablo leaning into your touch.

"Are you sure? If there's something on your mind you can tell me, you know. I will kick anyone's ass who hurt you." Pablo said almost raising his voice a little, and you giggled at his reaction and how protective he was over you.

"I know, angry bird, calm down. I'm okay, I promise." You gave him a small peck on his lips, but he still wasn't convinced. Gavi let go of your hand and put his pinky out in front of you.

"Pinky promise?" It made you giggle, but he was serious. You intertwined your pinky with his. "I pinky promise, bebé." You replied, throwing in that special pet name you knew he was a sucker for.

A few minutes later, you finished your cup of milk, and seeing how Pablo barely kept his eyes open, you decided it was time to go back inside and slip into the warm bed, all tangled up in Pablo's strong arms.

"Come on, let's get some sleep." You held your hand out to him, which he quickly grabbed, and led him inside your shared bedroom.

"Next time you can't sleep, wake me up instead of going out on the balcony. I can find other ways to tire you out." Gavi said winking at you before pulling you in his arms under the fluffy covers.

"Does the offer still stand or are you too tired right now?" You asked cheekily.

"Oh, no one is tired here." He replied almost too quickly, going under the covers and being between your legs in less than a few seconds.

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i9messi · 1 year

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Kissed by the sun — Pablo Gavi

You're two idiots in love, or also called, friends, who begin to discover your feelings on a trip with your families, after spending so much time together.

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You were childhood friends with Gavi, both of you knew each other so well that you could easily recognize each other’s gestures and realize what you meant without the need to use words. For example, you could notice when someone of you wanted to leave some uncomfortable place through a gesture, or when you needed the other to interrupt the conversation, or when something happened and you didn't want to talk about it yet.

You were soulmates and your relationship was merely platonic.

Gavi had a few days off without any match for Barça and your families arranged to go on a trip. It was a one-week trip. Both of you were happy with the idea of enjoying the beach and basically spending time together.

But Gavi was a little different these last two days, he was quieter than usual and he looked at you differently. He wasn’t the same and you could sense that something was happening to him. He was treating you like you were a delicate person, and he looked at you with a silly face. Gavi was even easily distracted when you spoke to him, as if he couldn’t keep his thoughts in a thread.

So you decided to confront him.

"What happened? You wanted to make a joke and now you regret it? I discovered you."

Pedro kept in silence,

"Am I close?"

"Not even a little bit."

The next time you asked him, he told you nothing was happening to him, that you were imagining things. So you came to the conclusion that when he felt like telling you was right, he was going to tell you. And you were going to wait, because after all, you were friends.

It took Gavi one day to finally open his mouth. You were both sitting on your beach chairs, sunbathing on the beach. The waves collided and your families were in the sea.

"Okay, maybe I have a little crush on you. It’s recent."

You would never have expected the Pablo you knew would tell you that, the same Gavi you fought to steal his food from, the Gavi who talked to you and treated you like a sister. Never, ever, would you have thought that he might have any feelings for you. Or anything small as a silly crush for you.

"Oh."

Gavi didn’t seem too convinced of your answer.

"I wasn't sure about telling you, we are on vacation together with our families and I don’t want to lose your friendship. I don't want things got awkward after this"

"This doesn’t change anything between us, Gavi. It’s fine."

But, his confession changed things. You started noticing different things about him. Not as a friend, but as a lover. Like the way whenever he got mad at something stupid, he’d make a pot. His brown eyes started to look beautifully to you and you started counting his moles. His face was now tanned by the sun and the summer was too good for him.

You paid attention to the way Gavi looked at you with that smile, and you wanted to be the only one he gave it to. Without anticipating it, you had also begun to develop a crush on him. A crush on your childhood best friend, weird, right?

"Can we have a date night tonight?" you asked, as you looked at your phone. Both of your families were gone, so you called Gavi to stay with you in your bedroom. Aurora was there too, but she was too busy speaking with her boyfriend.

"A date like friends, right?"

"Yes, I mean, like we always did before."

This time, things were different. The tension on the Uber could be cut with a knife, you didn’t know what to talk about and were silent. Once you got to the restaurant, a place that had marine decoration, some people came over to ask for pictures and autographs, and while you were waiting for Gavi, you sat alone at the table. He didn't take long, he sat in the chair in front of you.

"I’m here, are you okay?"

"I've missed you."

He smiled at you, "It was only five minutes, dramatic."

"Well, we were constantly together for the last four days."

Both of you were incredibly nervous. It was probably the first time in the trip that your family or his family weren't close. You were alone, just the two of you.

"You’re blushing, bonita."

You covered your cheeks with your hands, he was right but you were never going to agree.

"I’m not, Gavi. I was just kissed by the sun."

"You’re so adorable. I'm jealous of the sun, because I want to kiss you."

"Just shut up."

He was probably lying or not saying that seriously. You’d always thought Gavi was adorable, but now the feeling was getting stronger. You were afraid to do weird things if you also admitted your silly crush on him. You didn’t want to create false expectations, even if you were sure of what you felt. It was all very recent, and you had a friendship of many years.

"About my sister... I told her about the little crush I have for you, so if she says anything, or you’re uncomfortable, let me know. She can be a little weird with some things."

Suddenly you felt more nervous. You shared a bedroom with his sister and she had never said anything. Once you finished eating and after talking, you headed to your current house. The families hadn’t arrived yet and the only one there was Aurora, Gavi’s older sister. Aurora greeted you with a hug, looking at her brother and winking at him.

"There's my favorite girl."

"And there’s my favorite Páez Gavira sibling."

"Shh, watch out that Gavi is going to get jealous."

"I’m not jealous." Gavi replied instantly, stepping forward to open the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water.

While the siblings were chatting, you apologized and went to the bathroom. Not only did you want to pee, you also needed a moment to think about you and Gavi. Having a date had been weird, more so when now you weren’t just two friends, there were feelings involved as well. You returned quietly to the living room and unwittingly, you heard a conversation that was between the two.

"When will you tell her you’re totally in love? I wouldn’t say it’s a silly crush, you’re in love to the bone, Gavi."

"I don’t want to ruin our relationship, what if I tell her the truth and she walks away? I don’t want to lose a friend because I fell in love with her."

You went back to the living room when they stopped talking and you acted like you hadn’t heard the conversation. You sat in the middle of the two and played FIFA with Gavi. The moment your friend said he was going to look for something in the kitchen, his sister came closer. You watched her raise his eyebrows, making a hint.

"When are you gonna tell him?"

"About what?"

"You have to tell him how you feel, I’m tired of seeing that none of you seem to notice. You're two idiots in love."

"I’m scared to tell him the truth and our friendship will be ruined."

Aurora laughed, "You will have the same relationship, it will only change that you will kiss and be more romantic, the rest will be the same. If you two already behave like a couple, anyway."

You thought about that. The moment Pablo came back, Aurora made an excuse, saying she had to go and do something. You kept playing with Gavi at the Playstation. You both laughed and fought because you were competitive. Gavi was competitive for everything, not just football.

"Hey, Pablo."

There was silence, he was focused on the screen. You called him back and he turned to look at you. His brown eyes were beautiful.

"What’s up? Are you cold? I can turn on the heat or I can give you my jacket."

"No, I’m fine," you took a breath. You were in summer, by the way. After thinking about that, you knew it was now or never.

"Remember when you told me the other day you had a crush on me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still have it?"

"Why do you ask?

Gavi looked at the screen again and you gave him a pull of hair, so he could see you again.

"Answer me, dummy."

He looked you in the eye, so it seemed like an eternity. You thought you had to repeat the words, because maybe Gavi hadn’t listened to you, or that, too, it might have been that he was stunned to see you. A second later, he finally spoke.

"Yes, and it gets stronger every day."

You smiled. It was weird, it was weird to feel happy about that. You were one decision away from improving the relationship you had or ruining it at the root.

"What if we kissed to see what we felt? To clarify our doubts?"

Gavi just nodded, saying nothing. He left the joysticks aside to sit face to face. He was the one who joined his lips in a kiss, when he did, everything was so obvious. There was nothing you could say to hide the truth. You felt things, butterflies in your bellies. It wasn’t a single butterfly, it was a dozen.

"I also have a silly crush with you, Gavi."

"Mmh, should we keep kissing all day long to clarify your doubts?"

"No need to clarify, but I'd like to kiss you forever."

Sadly, your families returned back too soon.

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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hello

do something with Gavi

being his first gf<3

thanks

— the first one, pablo gavi

⤷ pairing ;; pablo gavi & female reader ⤷ summary ;; being gavi's first girlfriend after he swore off the other girls, came with negative and positive traits. ⤷ warnings ;; cute gavi?? ⤷ izzy talks non-sense;; i'm a pedri girl, i gotta admit that. but gavi might be a close second if we're only talking about la liga. sadly, i am so bad at headcannons that i just decided to turn this into a little drabble as his first gf.

since the world cup, gavi's name spread throughout the countries like the melody of a popular song, or the announcement of another great invention. with just seventeen years old, his goal against costa rica made him the youngest scorer. if the praise from the world wasn't enough, the girls fawned over the young athletic.

for over a year, a couple of weeks after he turned eighteen, pablo gained his experience throughout different nights. how could he not accept the luring words of another female, who snuck into his private messages and shared her fair opinion about him with a little hint of admiration in the syllabeles. none of his mates would have thought that the image he created, would wear off so easily. until the day, where pablo's eyes met yours in the front of the stands.

hair tangled together to a messy bun, thick strands framing your face and occasionally falling out as the tie loosened. a barcelona home jersey hugged your upper body, a little knot on the hem to reveal a thin line of skin between shirt and high-waisted jeans. the world around him could have not worked slower, but at the moment, you turned around to take a cup of cold coke from your father's hands, pablo saw his name written between your shoulder blades in capital letters, and the large number nine underneath.

at that very moment, his mind worked faster on creating a perfect plan to have a conversation with you between the screaming fans than focusing on the second half of the game. and somehow, after multiple attempts of asking you out, and having a decent chit-chat with you without your father's intense glaring, gavi made you his girlfriend. the first since he became the famous number nine or thirty in some matches for barcelona.

in the beginning, the first couple of months, it was a very hidden relationship. the meetings were private, mostly at spots where no paparazzi or supporters would engage with them. but as the days passed, pablo's popularity increased immensely among the fans, and it got harder to actually hide from the public eye. but the fear you carried like a heavy weight on your shoulders, made it extremely difficult to announce the official relationship.

before you, there's never been another girl that swept him off his feet so easily. not one, he came home to or texted multiple times a day. even if it was a very unnecessary winking face. you infiltrated each of his thoughts, starting in the morning, throughout the training sessions, and when he went to bed without you in his arms. hundreds of pictures he had hidden on his phone, stories of you he created for his Instagram but kept as drafts until you were prepared to announce it.

but pablo wasn't as subtle as you about the relationship. over the months, pedri slowly realized what was going on. why gavi ditched the party nights with the team, or why he never seemed interested in any intentions of various fans anymore. while you were still scared that he would cheat on you, and leave you once the public made up headlines about the two of you, you always watched the videos people posted. how he smiled at girls because it was his job to keep up the golden boy attitude, but the corners of his mouth never reached his eyes like when he was with you.

the small differences in his entire behavior crumbled the fear of being left alone or mistreated piece by piece. and somehow gavi talked you into the dinner nights with his closest friends, and sometimes even the entire team. holding hands underneath the table, sharing caring glances, and showing the mates around him what truly laid underneath the 'i'm bringing a good friend'.

somewhere along the way, it was impossible to hide the relationship anymore. cameras and supporters waited for gavi almost everywhere. you went out to get food for the movie night, and were approached almost immediately by a couple of girls. flirting with their eyes, touching his upper arm so softly with their manicured nails, and handing him little notes with their numbers on them. it bothered you, it pained you to watch the scene unfold without being able to say something, or actually claim him at all after still being hidden from the world as his girlfriend.

and those situations occurred more and more, and got insanely difficult to watch for you. so, the decision to publicly announce the relationship was made without overthinking. while your discomfort grew again when the followers increased on your Instagram account, the fans who actually liked gavi for his playing style and the skills he had, commented the nicest things underneath your pictures.

and gavi, he was certainly posting at least one story every day of you, the ones he had saved for way too long from months back, and telling the world how happy he was about finally showing off his girl, the one he loved. and when you struggled, pablo just became a more caring person than you expected. the dates were still mostly at home, not wanting the cameras or fans to interfere on such special nights. little gifts, like roses delivered to your house when he was away for another game, or a bracelet with two little silver letters on it. p and g, for pablo gavira.

like in every other relationship with a public figure, there always had to be a couple of people who claimed you were in a relationship for the fame. and on some days, the comments got very mean, calling you the worst names and even insulting you. but gavi was quick to shut them down, posting a picture of the two of you with a sweet caption, reassuring you that there was nothing in the world that could separate the two of you.

it never got not difficult as the thoughts of him being away from you, in another town with girls lining up in front of him to share their thoughts, pablo always showed you the opposite. receiving a note with a number turned into giving the piece of paper back to the girl with a delightful smile, and starting to ramble on about the beautiful girlfriend he has at home, who's waiting for his return to barcelona. over the time, you became comfortable with the situations, even the cameras that took several pictures of the two of you while being out and about.

you might never get a real name from the newspapers, always called gavi's girlfriend or the girl he's dating but it was alright. you got a seat in the section for people close to the players each home game, wearing one of the barcelona jerseys with his name written in capital letters on the back. this time, you were truly his, and not another person who only came to enjoy the game. you were in the stands, arms in the air, hands clapping together for the number nine of barcelona. your boyfriend, who always dedicated the goals he scored to you. sometimes with a heart, sometimes with blowing a kiss, and other days with a cheeky wink and thumbs up.

but you were there, proud of the man he has become over the past months, and in the comfort of your arms. cheering for him, clapping for your boyfriend. your number nine. your golden boy. your pablo gavi.

and you were his first girlfriend, the first one he gave his heart to without protection, and the first one, he truly loved and cared for.

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spidybaby · 2 months

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Valentine's Day through the years

A little late valentine's day gift from me to you 😋❤️

February 2020

"Can you open the door? Is Aurora." You sister asks, brush in one hand and hairspray on the other.

She was throwing a valentine's day party and you were helping her with opening the door since she said "only friends" are allowed.

"Isn't it a little early for her to be here?" You ask confused. Getting up from your bed. "like two hours early."

"just open the door." she yells from her bathroom.

You walked downstairs, mad that you weren't allowed to be at the party but you were opening everybody's knock.

"Hola guapa." Aurora says, hugging you. "Pablo had the cupcakes, help him please."

Behind her it was Pablo, he was carrying two cupcake plates, they look amazing you had to admit.

You grab one of the plates, walking to the garden and leaving it on the very pink and red table.

"Y/n, Pablo's staying, maybe you guys can watch a movie or something." Aurora says, she was putting some decorations on the garden. "and don't worry I'll take care of the door."

You turn to Pablo, he has this mad face. You and him are civil but he never cross words with you.

"we can see something in my room." You offer, he nods. You both walk to your room. He sits on the chair you have there. "You can sit on the bed."

He does that, sitting next to you. You open netflix and pass him the remote, you let him pick whatever he likes.

"I like comedies and I like action movies. But you can pick any movie you want." You smile at him.

You can't deny your little crush on him. Aurora and your sister are like glue, always together, meaning whenever they have the chance they force you to go out with them.

The thing here is, Pablo was shy, he was very introverted and he didn't even answer you with more than a yes or no.

"Do you want some pop corn and soda?" You get up from bed and walk to your door. "I know you're a footballer but a cheat day won't hurt"

The little smile he gives you is making your stomach go crazy. He nods excited. "do you have that red soda?"

"si, do you want a cupcake? I can steal two."

"por favor." he smiles big, you love the way he was smiling.

You hurry downstairs, grabbing a package of popcorn and throwing them in the microwave.

"Aurora, I think the bathroom is not working, is that going to be a problem?"

"What? No, that can't be I just went." she leaves what she's doing. "let me check, maybe it's not."

When she left the table you grab two of the pink cupcakes. Hurrying to the kitchen to hide them.

"False alarm, is working." she says happy. "sorry I left you with my brother, mom asked me to bring him and well you guys are the same age. Just ask him about football or something."

"Yeah, no problem."

When the popcorn is ready you grab everything in a little tray and carefully take it to your room.

"I have that red soda and the cupcake."

His eyes light up, it was like seeing a child excited for candy even when mom said no.

"I picked a comedy, since you say you like them."

Your smile grow, you leave the tray on your bed, taking a sit next to him you both watch the comedy.

After three movies, two comedies and one action. The night was coming to an end, sadly, you think to yourself.

The music from the party recently gone as your sister's friends say goodbye to her.

You turn the TV off, moving the empty popcorn bowl. The two cupcakes seating on top of the tray.

You remembered what Aurora told you. "cómo van los partidos?" (how are the matches?)

He scuff, he knows you don't know anything about football. "good, I scored a goal in my last one." he smiles proud.

You nod, not sure what else to ask. "that's good, so you're a forward?"

"No, I'm a midfielder."

"Oh, okay." You say low. "and do you like being a midfielder?"

He laughs, you smile a little at that, at least one of you is having fun with the talk. "I do, I love playing. When I play I feel so good."

"You play really good, the other day Aurora showed us a video."

He blush at the confession. He loves when people ask about football but with you he feels more shy than usual.

"I have a game in a few days, maybe you can come." he asks, very low voice. Grabbing the cupcake and biting it to make the things less awkward.

"Pablo." You laugh, the frosting from the cupcake on his nose. "come here."

You grab a napkin, cleaning carefully his nose. His eyes are on you the whole time, he love the way your eyes shine, maybe too much to ever say it.

"Done." You smile, getting up from bed and throwing the napkin on the little trashcan in your room.

Aurora knocks on the door, announcing that their mom was waiting for them and to pick his things.

"Thank you for the movie and for the food, I really enjoy it."

Your smile grow, he loved that. "Thank you for not leaving me alone, it would have been so much worse without you here."

Aurora screaming at Pablo to go interrupt your chat. He waves goodbye and walk out of your room.

"Pablo." You call, hand on the door and only half body out of the door. "Hope you score a goal for this match, so I can say I have a good memory of my first match."

The last thing you see is his smile, closing the door and trying to remain calm. You feel like in one of those romantic movies.

February 2021

"That was amazing. You did it amazing, Pablo. " You jump in his arms, excited about the victory.

"Did you see that assist?" He asks happily, arms hugging you tightly. "Thank you for coming."

Pablo and you became closer after the last 14th of February. You two became what your sisters are.

Aurora and your sister keep telling you that Pablo likes you as more than a friend. You prefer to let him tell you that and don't make yourself the fool.

"Of course I was coming. My boy is in the first team. I can't lose this."

My boy

Pablo loves it when you call him that. You're very special. The way you take care of him, motivate him to be better. In less than a year, you became his number one supporter.

"I think I'm allowed to eat something I shouldn't just tonight. Want to do that with me?" He grabs your hand and walks with you back to Pedri.

"Hola, long time no see," Pedri jokes with you. He knows about Pablo's crush on you and takes every opportunity to make it notice. "Did you enjoy the game?"

"I did, I'm happy you guys got assists today." You high-five Pedri. Pablo can't help the big smile he has.

To all the people around you it was obvious the connection you two have. They just need to look at Pablo's eyed when he's talking about you or talking to you.

"The eyes never lie." That's what his mother says.

Pedri drop the two of you to a restaurant. Asking Pablo to be careful and to enjoy the night.

You walk in front of him, that's when he notices that you're wearing the shirt he gave you. The one he used to play for the first time with the first team.

That number 30 and his name sitting on your back are doing things to him.

"Hello, how many in your party?" The host asks you.

"Two, please."

"You're so lucky. We have a table ready for you."

She guides you to the table. You love the decorations of the place, it was all so cute yet not exorbitant and tacky.

"We have a special Valentine's Day menu for all our couples. I'll leave it here and I'll leave two normal menus in case you want something else."

You can't help but blush at her words. You two aren't a couple, not because you don't want to, but you like the way that sounds.

"So, since you're my valentine's today," Pablo jokes, the smile he has is a teasing one. "Two valentine's day meals?"

"You didn't ask me to be your valentine" you pout, making him laugh.

"Y/n, pretty girl, will you be my valentine?"

He grabs a rose from the little bouquet that's making decoration in the wall next to him. He offers the rose to you with a big smile.

"I'll have to think about it, Mister Gavi." You take the rose, smelling it.

"What about now?" He steals another two roses, giving them to your now small bouquet. "Will you be now?"

"Yes." You grab his hand and intertwine your fingers with him. "That means you're buying me dessert."

He laughs, not letting your hand go. He nods at you, noticing how you're looking at your hands. He brings your hand closer to his mouth, giving it a kiss.

"I'll get you anything you want."

The little interaction was interrupted by the waitress. You both order the valentine's day meal.

Dinner was good. You both laughed with stories from the dressing room. He was spilling all the things that happened today.

"There's a park like a block away. Would you like to walk for a little while before I drop you home?"

"That would be nice. Maybe my pants will fit me again." You both laugh at that.

Once you're out of the restaurant and near the park, your hands find his again. You smile at the thought of him wanting more than just friendship.

After all, Aurora and your sister were sure of it. But what if it wasn't like that? What if he's just a very affectionate friend?

Friends held hands? Yes, they do.

Friends support each other? Yes.

Friends take each other out to eat on valentine's day? ... maybe?

The park has these rose tunnels. They were beautiful and very romantic. The way the little light was enough and gave this romantic vibe to the people walking in.

"What's on your mind? Pretty girl." He stops, noticing how you're lost in your thoughts.

Do you want to ruin the night with the question that's burning your brain? Do you want to ruin the friendship by letting your mind run crazy?

You look at him, worried frown on his face. "Tell me, maybe I can help you?" The way his hands are now on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

You're not sure if you should tell him. You're not ready for his answer. You don't want to end the day crying in your room.

"I'm just thinking." You whisper.

"About?"

"Us." You confess.

His grip is stronger, not hurting you, but enough for you to notice the sudden change.

"What about us?" He whispers. He's scared, scared of you telling him that you only like him as a friend. Scared of losing you.

"Pablo, I like you." You say. Lips quivering.

He's internally screaming, making the best work of his life by keeping that famous frown.

You wait for him to say something, eyes glued to each other. As the seconds pass, you feel your heart breaking. He doesn't like you that way.

But how wrong you're, his mind is working a thousand miles per hour. Not sure how to tell you that he likes you too without sounding too crazy.

Your hands move from his shoulders to his hands, moving them away from you. You want to go home and cry yourself to sleep.

That action makes him go back to reality. He notices your tearful eyes. "Wait, no."

"No, it's okay. I can take a cab home. Don't worry."

You decided to leave, not wanting for him to see you cry. But the grip on your arm stops you. "Wait, Y/n."

"No, Pablo. It's okay, I just want to go home." You remove his hand from your arm, walking away from him.

"Can you let me say what I have to say?" He grabs your arm again. He needs to say it.

"You don't have to say anything, I know."

"No, you don't, shit you don't." His hands go back to your waist. "You don't know because I've been a stupid kid who doesn't know any better, I like you too, maybe too much for me to feel comfortable saying it."

You want to say something, but he keeps rambling.

"And you have no idea, joder. The way you look at me with those beautiful shiny eyes and the way you smile or laugh even at my bad jokes." He laughs, making you laugh. "The way my name looks on your back is making me think things I shouldn't but things I only think about you. And the way you know my sister and she loves you and my mom. Gosh, my mom. "

"What about your mom?" You ask confused.

"She told me to confess because a girl like you won't come twice in a lifetime." He hugs you, bringing you closer to him. You lock your arms behind his neck. "I like you more than you think. I was just too scare to say it before."

"I'm head over heels with everything you just said, but can you please shut up and kiss me?" You smile, making him chuckle.

His hand goes to the back of your neck, bringing you closer. The kiss is everything you ever dreamed of. All those nights dreaming about it now coming true.

He smiles into the kiss. Happy that the girl he always had a crush on, the sister of his sister's best friend, the one Aurora always tried to bring closer because they were the same age.

"Se mi novia." (Be my girlfriend) He let's out, not thinking much about it. "I can't let another day pass without making you my girlfriend." You nod, kissing him again.

"Te prometo que voy a hacer algo mejor que esto, pero hoy quiero volver a casa y que todos sepan que eres mía." (I promise that I'm doing something better than this, but tonight I just want to go back home and let all my family know you're mine.)

You press your forehead to his, enjoying the moment. He was yours, and you were his. That's all you need to know.

February 2022

"Pablo, stop it." You say, morning voice making Pablo chuckle. He continue with the kisses on your neck and back. "Amor, five minutes more."

"You asked me for five minutes like twenty minutes ago."

You open your eyes, room kinda dark thanks to the curtains. The big mirror he has reflecting you with his arms around you.

"Feliz aniversario, preciosa mía." (happy anniversary) he kiss your earlobe. "if you weren't such a sleepy head I would have given you a good morning gift but now I'm thinking of breakfasts." he tease you. Making you blush at the thought of your last night actions.

You turn to face him, smirk on his face. "Feliz aniversario, ojitos lindos." You kiss his lips, your hands caressing his chest. "I'm hungry too."

He laughs, kissing you again. He push you lightly, getting on top of you while he deepens the kiss.

He loves the way you whimper every time he touch you. Every sound, every little jump your body gives. You are his.

"Pablo, I have class in an hour." You remind him. His head buried between you neck. "and I am hungry, amor."

You both get up from bed, quickly running to the bathroom to do your routine and to force Pablo to do the one you taught him to keep his skin clean.

"Oye, I forgot my bag in the truck of my car, can you please help me and bring it? I'll make us some pancakes."

"Yes sir." You laugh, walking to the garage to open the truck. "Oh my god." You find five designer bags. All of them with red bows. "Pablo!"

He smiles when he heards you calling his name. He knows you've been stressing about classes, having barely any sleep.

He also knows you don't like when he spoils you, you're shy about it, telling him that you're more than spoiled with him letting you live with him and not allowing you to pay any bill or anything.

"Amor, what is all this?" You walk inside with the five bags. He smirk, serving the first pancake on the plate.

"A little something for my reina."

"Pablo, I can't. Amor this is too much." You check the first bag. It's a beautiful Hermes blanket you save on Pinterest. "Amor, this cost more than my tuition."

"Not at all." he laughs, the way you look at the blanket with such eyes. The shiny eyes he loves. "Keep looking."

"Dios mio, how?"

He smirks, he had to get your friends help to pick some things like colors or sizes. Like the bag you have in your hands, he knew you wanted it, but you never decided in a color of your preference.

Your eyes land on the red and gold bag. Cartier. You told him once a few months back that you wanted to match with him on something.

You gifted him a bracelet, he wears it everywhere he goes, is his favorite piece of jewelry.

But you wanted something else to match him. You remember that you wanted a P inicial.

His hands on your waist make you go back to reality, it was two necklaces, one with your initial and one with his and a little six.

"We can match now." he whispers in your ear, kissing your neck. "want me to put it in you?"

You nod, happy that he remembered something so small. You feel the tears in your eyes and he lock the necklace in place.

"Pablo." You turn to him, hugging his torso and crying in his chest. "te amo, you're so special."

He caress your back, kissing your head. "You're my baby, my reina, and I'm always going to give you everything you want."

"But I can't give you the same. And that make me feel bad for you, you're so special and I want to spoil you too."

"shhhh. You're special too, you spoil me a lot. You take care of me, you cook for me, you help me when I'm sick, when I'm tired, you're my biggest fan."

You nod, knowing that even when what you give him is not much. For him it was more than enough.

"Now give me a kiss and let's eat, you have to go to class." he dry your tears and kiss your cheeks and then your lips.

"I don't want to go." You whine. Hugging him again.

"Preciosa, see it this way, our kids will need help with the homework, and the one who will help them is you." he jokes. "that's your motivations".

You laugh, he always knew the right thing to say to make you feel better.

February 2023

"Can you serve me some more juice?" he smiles, kissing your shoulder. "pretty please."

"Pablo, venga hombre que tu te puedes levantar. Deja a la niña comer." (c'mon son. You can get up, let her eat in peace) his dad say. Smacking him in the back of the head.

You laugh at that, but you grab his cup and get up to serve him more juice. You know how crazy he gets for orange juice.

"Listo, now eat." You pass him the juice after taking a sip of it.

"Hey. That's mine." he frowns. Joking with you. "Thank you, preciosa."

You were eating with his parents, they were visiting from Sevilla and wanted to spend time with you two.

Aurora and her boyfriend are with you two. You love spending time with them. Going on double dates with them.

"You want to know what's funny?" Aurora giggles. "your sister and I always talked about going on double dates and now that's she's in Paris. You're the one I'm going on double dates with."

You giggle with her. Your sister moved to Paris to study design. She and Aurora always video chat and text but now that you're with Pablo, Aurora and you were closer. Thing that makes your sister extra happy. Knowing that you're taking care of each other.

"We're going on a hiking adventure today, if you guys want to join we will leave after lunch."

You thank him, explaining that Gavi and you were going on a little museum visit.

Gavi's plan was to take you to a museum, you love art. So to him it was a good idea to have a more calm anniversary and to do something you love and enjoy.

"Y/n, cariño. Can you help me later with the cooking, you're the only one that can get the sauce to its point." Belén asks you, you nod excited. "Thank you, mija."

You love cooking with Belen, she always gave you advice and you improved your cooking with her recepies.

After lunch you all chat for a little, you love his family and the love you as their own. If you ask Belen or Pablo's father, they would tell you that they can see you two going for the long ride.

Belén often asks Pablo about the future. If he ever sees you two in his plans. Pablo would say yes without hesitation. You're the most important person in his life. He knows that.

If someone asks you, you would say the same, you can picture yourself with a family. You can picture yourself walking down the aisle to him.

But you two are young. Too young to think about marriage and a family. You want to live a lot of things with him. Not rush into adulthood.

"Let's go, preciosa." he extends his hand out to you, you take it, thumb caressing his skin.

The drive was calm, he was singing this new song he has on replay. You love when he drives, it suits him so much the driver look.

He like the idea of going to a museum date, he's interested in things people don't know about, this being one of them.

"Look, this one is call El Beso" he says. Teasing tone as he elbow your arm.

"Wow, you know how to read names, babe. Good job." You joke. Making him pout.

Your hands intertwine as you walk around. There was this specific painting that Pablo liked. He was reading about it.

"I want a copy of this at home."

"Yes, it's very pretty."

"Pretty like you." he kiss your cheek. Hugging you while he finish reading about the painting.

You love how easy it is to enjoy things with him, how easy is to love him, to talk with him.

"Te amo, Pablito." You kiss his cheek. Hugging him tight.

"I know. I love you so much too." he kiss your lips. Smiling into the kiss.

February 2024

"Careful big boy." You say, helping him walk upstairs of your home. "Let's slow down, you're running."

He was tired. Tired of always needing help, tired of always looking like a kid who needs to be taken care of, tired of not being able to be the old him.

"Joder, I can't do this anymore." he fall in the bed. He feel like crying. "just leave without me."

You sit next to him. Caressing his hair and letting him cry, you help him with his shoes, taking off his Jordan's.

You grab the glass of water you always have next to you in bed. Bringing it to him, "Amor, drink this."

He does as you told him. Drinking the whole glass, you sit behind him, careful with his legs.

"Come here, amor." You push him down to you. His back stick to your chest. Your hands on his hair, nails caressing his scalp. "I'm not going anywhere, not without you." He sobs again, he's not in his best days and you know it. "shhh, I'm here. You're okay."

You treat him like a baby, you're aware of that, but you don't mind it. He was your baby, your Pablito, he was yours and you love taking care of him.

"Today my friend Jessica made cookies." You began telling him about your day to distract him. "and they're so good, I saved you one."

His sobs are more calm now. His breathing still very accelerated and that worries you.

"Also, today on this class, remember the one you convince me to take?" You kiss his hair. Hands caressing his arms up and down. He nods at your question. "Well they asked us today to describe something about our partner or someone we love, like when we knew we loved them."

He's calming down, paying attention to your words. You know how to calm him down, how to take his mind out of his worried state.

"And I talked about that nigh in the park. When you asked me to be your girlfriend." You giggle, remembering how happy you were that night. "I can't forget the words you told me. How your mom told you to confess your feeling for me, because a girl like me happens once in a lifetime."

"That's true." he whispers.

"I knew I loved you because you were so honest with me, you were so straight with your words. How you told me you will give me anything I want. And you do."

"Even when you told me that I spoil you too much." he chuckle.

"And I want you to know how in love I am with you, Pablo. You're my love." You kiss his earlobe, then his head. "do you know that?"

"I know, and I love you so much too. I'm in love with you too."

"So don't ever think just because of your ACL or any other injury I'll leave you behind. Pablo I'm with you for the long ride." You hug him, his hands find yours and intertwine them. "Now, what if we both stay home and I prepare some nice dinner or better, we can order McDonald's."

You see his reflection, he's smiling like crazy, even with red eyes and tearful cheeks he looks like an angel.

"Te amo. You're the love of my life."

"And you're the love of my life." You kiss his head again. "and I know that in every life time we will be together."

"Even as worms?" he tease you.

"Even as worms, mi amor."

You enjoy a night at home with him, telling stories and watching movies that you both later comment.

That's what you enjoy the most, how every moment is a special moment, even the smallest ones.

"Oye, kiddo." You call.

He lift his eyes from his ice-cream. Attention all on you.

"Te amo." You get closer to kiss him. "and I always will."

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judebelle · 5 months

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Hey I have a gavi request with him getting glasses, and he's all pouty abt it and its just pure fluff

i'm not cute, i'm sexy! - p.g. x reader

a/n : this req is so cutsie wtf

cw : js super fluffy

pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader

wc : 800 (sorry this is short lol)

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you were sat in the passenger seat of the car, fingers swiping over your phone screen. you had been waiting for around 15 minutes for your boyfriend to come out of the glasses store.

pablo had went to the optometrist about a week ago for a check up, and also because he was having trouble seeing things from far away.

he was told that he needed glasses, and boy was pablo upset. he liked how he looked and was worried that glasses would make him look like a “nerd”.

you reassured him and told him that that wasn’t true. you tried to tell him he would look handsome with and without them.

he also needed to pick up contacts since he can’t wear glasses during training and games. but the optometrist told him to only wear them when he wasn't able to wear his glasses.

he was all quiet during the drive to the store. whenever he was in a bad mood, he would usually blast his music. you thought hell had frozen over when the whole car ride was silent.

finally after a few more minutes of waiting, pablo walked out of the shop with a paper bag in his hand. he wasn’t wearing any glasses walking out of the store, so you assumed they were in the bag.

he finally reached the car and opened the door before sitting in the drivers seat. he turned to you with a sigh. “i hate my life.”

you giggled at his dramatics. “put them on, i wanna see.” you bit your lip in anticipation.

“i would but… i’m.. hungry. what do you wanna eat?”

your eyebrows furrowed. what did hunger have to do with his glasses? “stop with the excuses, pablo.” your hand grasped his bicep. “i wanna seeee!” you whined.

your begging had finally convinced mr. stubborn to give in. “fine.”

you squealed in excitement and planted a kiss on his cheek. he fished through the bad and pulled out a leather glasses case.

he turned over to face the window away from you as he put them on. “don’t laugh!”

“i wont, i promise. just turn!”

he slowly turned over with his head looking down at his lap. after a deep breath, he looked up at you.

he had picked out clear full rimmed glasses. they sat low on his nose before he pushed them up gently with his finger. a rosy blush crept up on his cheeks while he tried to bite back his embarrassed smile.

you smiled softly to ease pablo's nerves.

“you look good baby! they look.. cute.”

pablo’s is smiled dropped at your choice of words. “cute?”

you nodded before pushing the front of his hair back admiringly.

“i’m not cute, i’m sexy! this isn’t fair!” he complained before his hands dropped into his lap hopelessly. “my life is over.”

this man.

you laughed at his overdramatic reaction. “you still look sexy, pablito, but you also look cute! there’s nothing wrong with that.” you hand cupped his jaw, thumb stroking his cheek before you quickly planted a kiss on his cheek in hopes of cheering him up.

he still didn’t listen to your reassurances. i told you he was stubborn.

he pouted and turned the key in the ignition. “let’s just go get some food.”

you two had driven off to a drive through to get some wraps and sandwiches. pablo pulled up to the speaker and told the employee both of your orders' since you visited here often. .

as he spoke, his glasses would slide down his nose, so he would have to keep pushing them up. he looked adorable, you couldn’t lie.

once you drove up to the window to pick up the food, pablo let out hushed curses at his glasses while he pushed them up his nose aggressively. “¡estas cosas estúpidas no se quedarán despiertas, dios!” (these stupid things won’t stay up, god!)

you chuckled at his frustration before the drive through window opened, the lady handing him your food.

you thanked her and drove off. after continuing to push up the glasses, pablo gave up and took them off. “i can’t do this, seriously.” you turned to him with wide eyes. “not on the road, pablo! put them back on!”

he, once again, didn’t listen to you and kept driving. his eyes kept squinting at different street signs and lights.

it took him almost hitting a squirrel for him to give up and put them back on with a angry huff.

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you two had finally reached home. you plated your food and sat at the dining table. you sat across from pablo. his mood had eventually fixed itself as he ate. he must’ve been really hungry.

he was speaking passionately, excited to tell you a story. the whole duration of lunch pablo had kept pushing his glasses up his nose, but he had become accustomed to it now.

“i told pedro to call me later about it, because i dont want him doing anything stup-“

his words were cut short when his glasses finally slid off his face and into the sandwich on his plate, right into a puddle sauce.

you couldn’t help but laugh loudly at your boyfriend who was left pouting and staring at his plate and new mortal enemy.

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missgavi · 1 year

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Omg you’re so right gavi would be such a sucker for his gf!! Imagine like the other way around, him fussing over her cause like that’s HIS baby and he’s so proud 😭 I bet his teammates would be like “what did you do to our gavi ??” Lol He definitely likes to play it off like he’s not into it but he’d love a gf who’d be all over him

First of all , you are now officially my new best friend. Second of all , I would bet all of my life’s savings on Gavi obsessing over the nickname “bebe” 🤭

Another sigh escapes the boys lips. Gavi , Pedri , Pique , Alba and Robert were currently waiting for you and the rest of the girlfriend to join them in the hotel lobby. The lot of you were going out for dinner and to them it seemed you girls were taking ages to get ready.

“How much longer ?” Gavi asked his friends , looking at his watch when a small tsk-ing sound is heard behind him.

All of them turn their head to see their significant others , immediately making their way over to you.

“Tsk tsk tsk , always whining aren’t you ?” You tease but it falls on deaf ears as Pablo is way to busy taking in the way your red dress falls around you , hugging your body in all the right places.

“Ai mi vida , tu eres la chica más hermosa que he visto” you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen your boyfriend says , his lips trying to capture yours in a kiss.

Just as his lips were about to brush yours , you swerved right , the boy kissing your cheek. He tries again and this time you swerve left , giving him the other cheek.

Whining , he tries again only to miss “bebe , dejame besarte” let me kiss you

Smiling you say “you’ll smudge my lipstick” you tease playfully.

Just as he was about to protest Pedri comes out of nowhere with Linda , his girlfriend , on his arm “Stop whining you big baby”

Shooting his friend daggers he begins his rambling “Cállate Pedri. Ella es mi novia y un pintalabios no me impedirá besarla” shut up Pedri. she my girlfriend and some lipstick won’t stop me from kissing her He says before grabbing you by the back of your neck and smashing his lips against yours

Grinning into the kiss , instead of pushing him away you just pull him closer. Breaking apart you look into his deep eyes “Te quiero mucho amor” i love so much love you muse

“También bebe , también” same baby , same

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illusionsdelusions101 · 3 months

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Long Distance ~Pablo Gavi

Type~ Fluff Word count~ 488 Note~ Shorter one! Should I start making oneshots of Gavi?

You run your hand through your hair one last time and see that the ringing noise has stopped and Gavi appears on your phone. "Hey bebe." He smiles. He's walking to somewhere and you hear a door close. He props the phone against a pillow, and he lies in bed, you, seeing your adorable boyfriend wrapping up in blankets. "Hey amor." You respond, smiling. "How's it over there?" You giggle as he still shivers with the ungodly number of blankets around him. "Cold." He sighs, pouting slightly. Gavi was all the way over in Germany for a game, which left you back in your apartment in Barcelona. "How was your day?" He asks. "It was good! I got a lot of work done for college; you know that dreadful essay? I finished it!" You smile brightly, that essay dragged you through hell and back, so you were glad you actually finished it. "Seriously! I'm so proud of you bebe!" He grins.

You hear a door open on Gavi's end. "HERMANO ITS SO FUCKING COLD DO YOU HAVE BLANKETS!?" You hear Pedri shout. He comes into the camera view with sweatpants and a huge hoodie. "Yeah, in the closet." He nods his head. "Thanks. Oh, hey Y/N!" Pedri waves from the back and goes out of view. "Hi Pedri!!" You exclaim. After a few minutes, you see Pedri wobble with around 5 blankets in his arms. "So does that mean I'm not allowed in here until the call is done?" Pedri speaks up. "Yeah hermano, go chill out at Hector's room." Gavi says. You hear a sigh and a door opening and closing. "So where were we hermosa?" Gavi smiles at you. You giggle at his sudden flirtatiousness.

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"So anyway,-" You get cut off by the doorbell. "Who the hell would be here at 5pm..." You shrug and get up. "I don't know princesa, why don't you go check?" He smirks. You look into the camera with an eyebrow raised "I somehow think you have something to do with this." You say sceptically. He laughs and ushers you to open the door. You run across your apartment and unlock your door. (lock doors always people!!) You see a man there with a huge bouquet of white tulips, your favourite. "Delivery for Y/N?" He says. "Yes, that's me." You say exasperated. "Here you go." He hands it to you with a smile and you return it. You close the door and lock it again, quickly running back to yours and Pablo's bedroom. "PABLOOOOOO!!" You squeal in delight. You hear him chuckle. You run and jump on the bed. "You got me these carñio?" You smile widely. "Yes, I did princesa." He smirks. You grab the card on the flowers and open it.

"To my bonita, I'll be home soon. xx ~Your Pablo"

You might not enjoy while he's away, but this is the reason he makes long distance better.

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mqsi · 1 year

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a smut wear the reader wants put a face mask on gavi and as she’s straddling him while doing it he gets horny?

I combined these two🫶🏻

warning: smut

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You finally convinced you boyfriend, Pablo to do a face mask with you. You saw videos like that on tiktok and wanted to film one of your own. Gavi was sprawled out on the bed wearing a pair of grey shorts and a Barça shirt when you propped up the phone on the nighstand.

“Do you really have to film this tho?” he asked as you threw a bunch of colorful face masks on the bed for him to choose.

“Yes, I do. I want to post it on tiktok later, I already told you, now choose”

Gavi scanned over the packages and went for a bright red one, handing it over to you.

“Alright” you said while opening it carefully. You pressed the record button on your phone, reaching over to your boyfriend. What Gavi didn’t expect tho was for you to straddle his lap suddenly. You didn’t seem to notice the way he shifted a bit as you were stuggling to place the mask correctly.

“Omg Pablo, can you keep still?” Your hips were unintentionally moving against his crotch everytime you would prop upwards to position the mask. Gavi’s face got hot, he could feel a boner forming in his shorts.

“It would be a lot easier if you weren’t grinding on my dick”

You stopped your attempts and looked at him, just now noticing the bulge in his shorts. His hands landed on your hips, pressing you against his clothed dick.

“Pablo” you breathed out and he took the mask from your hands, discarding it on the nightstand. One of his hands travelled up to your neck, pulling you in a kiss. Gavi bucked his hips up making you moan in his mouth, your hands sneaking under his shirt, pulling it off of him.

You continued dry humping each other when his finger hooked under your waistband. Pulling the clothing down, he was met with your slick.

“Mm love, it seems I’m not the only one excited here” he murmured into you neck, leaving wet kisses.

One finger slowly entered you, pumping in and out.

“More”

Gavi chukled, adding another. You were so lost in pleasure that you forgot your phone was filming the whole time.

“Pablo… the phone” you mumbled while his fingers were still exploring you. He glanced at the camera, meeting eyes with your tangled bodies and smiled to himself.

“Let it be”

Soon, you were greedily pulling his cock out. You gave it a few pumps, teasingly rubbing it over your clit. Gavi grunted, grabbing your ass harshly.

“Let me feel you already”

“As you wish” you replied, sinking down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation. You started bouncing up and down on him and Gavi lifted your shirt up, revealing your hardened nipples. His lips met with them making you throw your head back, pure pleasure running through your body.

Gavi kept moaning against your breasts as you pulled him in by the hair, wanting more. He started thrusting up into you, one hand sneaking up to your clit, increasing the pleasure.

“Fuck Pablo, you feel so good”

“Tell that to the camera babe” he replied, grabbing your chin, making you look at the screen.

“You look so hot, taking my cock like this. What If I show this to someone, show them what a slut you can be” he said, reaching for the phone now capturing the spot where your bodies were combined.

You clenched around him, feeling close and Gavi’s words were pushing you even closer.

“You wanna cum for the camera?”

“Mm, yes”

He placed the phone back down, his thrust increasing in speed. One hand was still working on your clit until he felt you crumble down. You moaned loudly against his ear, your juices coating his cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me” he said, but it came out broken as he was close as well. Pulling out of you, he gave his cock a few tugs before ropes of cum met your abdomen.

“Fuck” Gavi breathed out, falling back against the headboard “We should do these hair masks more often”

You looked up at him from his chest, laughing

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a/n: I actually wasn’t planning to post anything, I just started this as a draft, the words kept flowing so here. I guess I had some inspo ;)

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thatsdemko · 6 months

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the more that keeps on giving - p.gavi

part three of the fake it mini series | previous part | next part

warnings: google translated Spanish

NOW

“what’s with that face?”

he knows the look on your face. he’s seen you give your brothers that same look, and he’s been on the receiving end of it a few times. it’s contorted sour look with anger mixed in, it settles into his stomach like acid that makes his heart drop.

“I’m not your girlfriend.”

you could throw your heels into his face— maybe poke out his eyes like you’d wanted done to you this evening—if you mustered up the energy, but you’re so tired from faking smiles and shaking hands that a glare into his soul will just have to do.

“oh,” his face falls, eyes focused on his hands into his lap, “I messed up, I know I’m sorry.”

an apology won’t cut it, and you’re too tired to form words, you just let him put the car in drive and take you back to your apartment. you listen in on the sound of the cars that whip past you while pressing your forehead into the cold glass.

he fights every instinct in his body to talk to you. he knows you just need space and he needed time to think over his words. why did he let that slip out? you were platonic friends who’d grown up together and hung out occasionally as adults, but you were definitely not dating. there was a time in his life where he wished he was dating you, but he knew every guy went through that phase with their girl best friends.

pulling into your apartment complex’s parking lot, he puts the car in park, “do you need me to walk you up?” he finally asks. it takes you a second to realize you’re home, after all that daydreaming about city life, and wishing you could’ve drank your way through the evening, you sat feet away from the entrance to your apartment.

“oh no it’s okay.” you shoot him a small smile collecting your things that had seemingly fallen onto the floor. the leather and black interior looked spotless compared to last night, you wondered when he had the time to take the car in for a cleaning.

“you sure?”

“positive.” you flash him a confirming smile while opening the passenger door, “drive safe, Pablo—“

“do you think you can do me one more favor?”

a sigh leaves your lips. you lower your head down so he can see the same sour mixed with angry expression, “does have to do with fake girlfriending?”

“and a hundred euros. you in?”

“text me the details.”

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the hundred euros sit in the pocket of your wallet. you follow Pablo around with your sweaty hand in his and spend another two hours pretending to care about fashion, modeling, and a mixture of drama that bores you to death.

if this is what a wag life was like, you could for sure stop wishing for Ruben Dias every night before bed, this certainly was not the life you’d want.

“Pablo tells us you guys met when you were kids? what was he like?”

a snort escapes your nose, and trying your best to cover it up you situate yourself into a more comfortable position between the few of them that were eager to hear about young gavi’s antics. although they were all the same, tantrums and ankle biting you somehow survived it all to tell the tale.

“like he is now, but he’s much more tamed and mild than he was as a kid.” you glance in his direction and lucky enough for you, he knows those eyes need saving. it’s not uncommon for you to have a conversation about Pablo, in fact he’s a lot of your conversations now, but having to pretend you love him was unfamiliar territory.

“oh god I’m afraid to even know more.”

you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your shoulders, a whiff of cologne that’s familiar and brings you to a calmer state. you relax into his arms and listen to his heartbeat against your head.

“I wasn’t a bad kid. misguided is what they call it nowadays.”

another uncontrollable snort leaves your mouth that makes you look up at him. he flashes a devilish smile that would’ve made you run when you were kids, but you stay seated now. you’re thankful the ankle biting and screaming was just a phase. you’re not sure when that anxiety stopped.

“I have a hard time believing y/n was ever misguiding you.”

“no not her! her brothers! she was little miss princess sitting on her throne.”

you roll your eyes playfully feeling the heat in your body rise. you hated this amount of attention. you know you’d have to get used to it since gavi was such an international superstar, but you couldn’t even handle five women pestering you with questions before needing saving.

“yet somehow I always became a victim to your ankle biting.”

the women find your comment amusing, and while Pablo doesn’t he just mutters a ‘whatever’ and presses a gentle kiss into your hair, “es-tu prêt à quitter la princesse?”

“si.”

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“you survived another day as my girlfriend.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes and just offer him your best fake smile, “hardly. thanks for saving me though.”

“eh with more practice you’ll get better.”

giving him a sideways look, that smile rises to his lips again and the anxiety that once was dug deep resurfaces to your stomach. that look is never good.

“relax I’m not going to bite your ankles,” he playfully pressed his hands to your shoulder giving you a shove, “but you are invited to sit in the box for el clasico. it’s important you’re there for me, all the girls are and it would be weird if you weren’t.”

“a hundred more euros?”

“you’re going to make me broke aren’t you?”

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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Request: The reader is sleeping over at Gavis and gets sick throws up. When Gavi tries to help her she gets angry because she’s embarrassed and tells Gavi to leave but he stays and helps her. Also love your writing. and Thank uuu ❤️❤️

I'll change it a little bit but hope you like it :)

Period Problems

"Welcome nena" Pablo opened the door for you and you smiled seeing him in that comfy white hoodie and messy hair.

He looked so adorable right now..not that he is not hot in his Barça kit but there was something special about Pablo in his home clothes.

"Let's watch the movie!" you came inside rushing to the sofa plopping down while he giggled nodding his head turning the TV on before sitting besides you. You were having stomach aches for the past few days but hoped they would subside when you took Tylenol.

"Wanna come here nena?" Pablo opened his arms and you smiled nodding your head and moving closer nestling in his arms comfortably blushing a little since he was only your friend..but you both knew there was more to that. He even told you are the type of girl he would want for his girlfriend and he made sure you knew tonight was a date.

Cramps were only getting worse the longer you waited so you tried pulling your legs up to help it but it was useless. This was just your luck! Is it possible that your period is starting this early!? And during your date too! Ugh!

"Um..I have to use a bathroom. Can you pause it?" you say when you weren't able to hold in the pain any longer and he nodded as you quickly rushed upstairs. Pablo was kind of worried when you weren't coming out for a few minutes so he walked up knocking on the bathroom door.

"Nena? Are you okay?" he waited for your answer but all he could hear were light sobs which made him freeze thinking he had done something wrong. Did he push you too far? Maybe you weren't into him like he thought you were?

"Y/n please, can you open the door for me?" Pablo's voice was soft and he wanted to do anything in his power to make you feel better. You slowly opened from where you were sitting on the floor holding your knees to your chest suffering horrible pains.

'Bebé, what's wrong? Did you not feel comfortable with me holding you? Was I too forward? Please tell me preciosa.." Pablo said moving a strand of your hair behind your ear and your heart swelled at his words. He was so sweet..díos!

"No! I liked you holding me Pablo..it felt..um nice" you said shyly about to smile but another wave of pain hit you and you could feel your period starting soon which made you so embarrassed.

"So what's wrong then nena? Is something hurting you?" Pablo noticed the wave of discomfort again on your face and how your cheeks turned a dark shade of red at his question. He was very confused but also very worried about you.

"No..um yes..well, it's complicated...I think I need to go home now" you said about to get up but your cramps wouldn't let you move as you winced returning to the previous position.

"Please, tell me what's wrong..I want to help you" Pablo kneeled in front of you noticing that it was your stomach you were holding so he deduced that must be what was hurting you.

"Pablo, you can't exactly stop this..it's um kind of a girl thing?" you hinted and it took the boy a few seconds to comprehend before opening his eyes wide upon realizing what you meant. He heard about periods before..he has an older sister duh!

"Way to ruin a first date huh?" you joked but were kind of disappointed thinking he must hate you right now which was definitely exaggerated.

"It doesn't need to be ruined nena..I can go look into my sister's bathroom for the pads and if she doesn't have them, then I'll go buy some quickly and come back...that way you can stay the night still?" Pablo said and you were a little shocked that he was so understanding making sure you don't feel embarrassed for something that's out of your control after all.

"You would do that Pabs?" you said and he leaned in kissing your forehead before jumping onto his feet.

"I'll be right back nena!" he said jogging to his sister's bathroom coming in the matter of seconds with three different version of pads. Aurora stocks then just like you for every occasion.

"Why does she has so many different kinds!? Mierda! Will any of these work???" Pablo said and you laughed being stopped by cramps the moment you tried moving.

"Yeah, the blue one is perfect" you answer and he gave it to you with a smile asking if there is anything else you needed. He again noticed your cheeks getting red.

"Um..I kinda stained my leggings and um need some clothes?" you said looking to the floor and he raised your chin telling you not to worry a thing before rushing back into his room.

"Here are my smallest pair of sweatpants although they will look gigantic on you and your favorite Barça top I own..and um some boxers too..they are comfy" he said blushing a little too and you thanked him before he let you change up on your own time.

"Since when are you this much bigger than me!?" you said while walking downstairs swimming in his clothes practically while Pablo was in the kitchen making you some herbal tea and having heart eyes when he saw you in his clothes.

"You were always a midget compared to me nena..here, this might help too" he said and you smiled knowing he must have googled 'what helps with period cramps?' while you changed.

"I'll try anything at this point, but rarely can something stop my cramps.." you said with a pout taking the cup from him as you both slouched back onto the couch.

"I've seen this tiktok recently.." Pablo said and you smirk teasing him about his new addiction with the app but he ignored you per usual so you asked what he was referring to.

"Some girl said it helps when her boyfriend lays on her stomach..so maybe I can help you?" Pablo spoke and you felt your heart beating faster at his use of word 'boyfriend' in that sentence.

"Um..boyfriend?" you say shyly and he smirk raising your chin up and placing his lips to yours like it was the most natural thing in the world..you loved how spontaneous and natural it felt to kiss him.

"Now nena..lay down and let me help you as your boyfriend hm?" he said and you blushed nodding your head and doing as he said feeling the weight of his head on your lower stomach instantly relieve the residual pain you've been feeling.

"How is that?" he asked after a few minutes looking up and you gave him a sweet smile. Pain was still present but it was definitely not what you were focused on right now..he was your boyfriend for real this time! You felt so happy!

"Um..it's good..still hurts a little" you answer and he asks where it is that hurts so when you showed him he raised up your (well his hehe) shirt and started massaging your stomach with his large hand which send you into a trance making the pain completely disappear this time...this was the first thing that actually worked!

"I can tell that's working..I'm so glad mi nena bonita" he said smiling and pecking your lips a few times which besides feeling strange also was the best feeling in the world. Wearing his clothes, being in his arms and having him massage my cramps away..I was in heaven!

"Mmm más besitos!" you whine when he pulls away and he smirks making your blush again..you were so hooked on those kisses right now.

"Your wish..my command mi amor" he said kissing you again for a few minutes before pulling away and kissing your stomach which made butterflies swirl around.

"Now let's finish our movie while I keep massaging you.." he said and you nodded in agreement resting in his arms underneath the blanket with your back glued to his strong chest and his large hand went underneath your shirt again continuing to relieve your pain for the rest of the night.

I know it wasn't exactly what you asked but I hope you like reading it :)

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i9messi · 1 year

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Dating Pablo Gavi

Specific things I think Gavi would do as your boyfriend

gavi's masterlist

He’s so in love with you

like, REALLY in love with you

Imagine Gavi talking about you to his own family long before you were a thing, because he was sure you would be his girlfriend at long or short term

His sister (Aurora) mocking him about you everytime he sees you, laughing at his stupid face or his dumb questions to catch your attention

You spending time with Aurora and him saying that she stole you from him

Occasionally saying randomly ‘Your hair smells good’ when he hugs you

Gavi said it was love at first sight but you thought it was a silly lie. However, when you spoke to Gavi’s friends, they confirmed that he hadn't stopped talking about you since the first day you met

He sends you a lot of messages when he is away from you, mainly because he misses you so much

"Did you return home safely?" "Did you eat?" "I love you" "Did I tell you I love you?" "I love you and I miss you"

He sends you pictures and videos pretty often and tells you how much he wish you were there with him

You can spend hours doing nothing, just lying and listening to your breaths

Having a rom-com marathon in your bedroom

His jealousy makes an appearance whenever you say that the protagonist is cute. He's not a jealous guy, he says, but we know the truth

Gavi is an easy person to make angry, he has a short temper, so his teammates know what is his weakness and what can bother him. You.

Most times he ends up angry when they say stuff about you

Pedri being like a brother to you, who overprotects you when you are in a public place and Gavi is busy with something

Being shy about kissing in public and showing affection but in private everything is different, you both have no qualms about kissing like two hormonal people

"My lipgloss is all over your lips."

"Good."

Always smiling in your presence

Getting grumpy in your absence

You’re basically two idiots in love

Clothes sharing

"You look so pretty..."

"Pablo, I’m just wearing your jersey."

Tracing your features as you peacefully sleep

Pranking each other in the most random moments

A lot of inside jokes

Long hugs after being apart for some time

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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― what i deserve ;; pablo gavi & pedri gonzalez ;; part one

⤷ pairing: pablo gavi x f!reader ;; pedri gonzalez x f!reader ⤷ summary: your relationship with gavi ended after he cheated on you. time has passed, pedri always checked up on you with small messages until he invited you to one of the home games. somewhere between losing your heart to pedri; gavi still attempts to get you back. ⤷ warnings: curse words ;; injuries ;; mentions of blood ;; hand around throat ;; explicit sex scenes ;; asshole!gavi ;; cheating ;; violence in fights ;; spanking ;; dom & sub ;; dirty talk ;; teasing ;; very deep feelings & conversations ;; slight triangle thing but not most of the time ;; second chances kinda ;; friends to lovers ;; not proofread & probably horrible written kiss scenes lol ⤷ izzy's notes: first part here we go! it took me so long tbh, but like, i swear i got distracted by pedri (& reading other's imagines about pedri lol). tell me what you think if you want!

Seven Months passed. Multiple calls turned into none. Messages vanished from your lockscreen, and for the first time, when you stared down at your phone, it seemed more like a blessing than torture. The reminders of an unhealthy relationship rested in the back of your mind, stopping the painful memories of being cheated on to resurface.

It’s been almost a month since you found yourself, enjoying casual football games again. Raised by a very determined father, who cheered from the couch or in the middle of the fans for his favorite club, he passed his knowledge to you before he became the beautiful picture in the settling sun.

Avoiding Camp Nou to increase the distance between you and your former boyfriend, the stadium pulled you back one day. It all started with a call, you never expected to receive. On the other side of the line, waited a nervous Pedri with an invitation to one of his home games. After the awful break up with Gavi, the friendship between you and his best friend crumbled quickly.

At least, once in a while, you received a short text message, asking about your well-being but after answering, you never received another. The game of two messages in a month lasted until the surprising call reached you and suddenly, Pedri found himself in your inbox almost each day.

And somehow, even after declining his invitation multiple times in a row, you ended up in the secluded section of the stands, reserved for family members and people close to the players. It was new to you to be treated like a special addition in someone’s life as Gavi never offered you such a seat.

Your little flag draped over the bouncing legs, the anxiety had you trembling. An empty stomach caused your chest to tighten, as your eyes skimmed across the still empty pitch. It would be the first time of seeing Gavi again, after checking his latest social media posts once in a while. Snapchat let you in on the multiple parties he visited over the past months; in each picture another girl with high hopes of feeling his undivided love wrapped around his biceps. It was pathetic in many ways, especially that you still shed a tear while staring at the photo, and compared yourself to the different types of women.

Gavi never really had a particular type. He just enjoyed the thought of having too many gush about him.

Loud music boomed through the stadium, the announcer’s voice mixed with the beat as he welcomed the fans of both teams. After a quick speech about the upcoming match, the team was shown on the large four screen on each side of Camp Nou.

Fans shouted the last names of the players, some louder and some swallowed by the warm air of the early summer day until two faces appeared. Number Thirty, Gavi. His face appeared on the screen, the pillow-like lips without a curl and the arms crossed. He still looked like the guy, you met over a year ago.

Yet, the fans were equally excited when Pedri’s number was shown. Black hair carefully brushed down, the ends of his strands scattered across the forehead and the arms crossed like Gavi had before.

Eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you paid no attention to the players, running onto the pitch in their pre-match jackets and warming up for exhausting ninety minutes without additional time. Discomfort replaced the emptiness, and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to stand up, and run out of Camp Nou — away from the upcoming confrontation, and seeing Gavi question Pedri’s intentions.

Nervously, your trembling fingers brushed the loose strands of hair out of the face, attempting to forget about the little voice in the back of your head — shouting at you to run as fast as you could. You were close to the field, almost too close for your liking as it seemed so easy to notice your attendance.

Maybe it was a mistake to show up; even after Pedri’s words turned into a sweet begging. You should have declined his attempts, should have watched the match from home and switching channels quickly when Gavi appeared on the screen. Same routine as the past year.

“I thought you would dodge.” A familiar, gentle voice demanded your attention, the source standing right in front of the stands. Your head snapped around, almost quick enough to tear a muscle, as you were faced with Pedri. A ball tightly in one hand, his lips curled into a sweet smile. Black strands styled upwards on the front, dressed in the Barcelona kit and a pre-match jacket, his eyes glued on you.

“I accepted; how could I dodge then?” Your elbow propped up on your knee to stop the nervous bouncing of your leg, you placed your chin in your palm. “I’m not that mean.” Emphasizing the the second to last word, Pedri’s head dipped down, and chuckled mildly.

“I can’t judge that, it’s been a while.” The ball rolled out of his grip and bounced on the grass until being trapped underneath the studs of his football shoes. “I didn’t tell him, you’re here. He doesn’t really deserve to know about your presence.”

Pedri was Gavi’s best friend, they shared secrets with each other and even trained out of the club together. Through your relationship, you became close friends with Pedri as well. And you were thankful for it, as he forced Gavi into telling you how he messed up that one night. If it wasn’t for Pedri, you still would be trapped in a very toxic relationship with a man, who used your trust for nightly adventures.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, this time letting the small smile tugging on the corners of your mouth break through. “Score a goal for me, yeah?”

Pedri raised a bushy eyebrow, surprised by what you demanded from him after losing contact for way too long. Yet, nothing has changed, you were still irresistible in each possible way for him. Turning away from you to dribble towards the teammates, Pedri glanced over his shoulder for a second time and raised his hand to show you a simple thumbs up. Enough of an answer for the question, as the midfielder found his way to his partner in crime on and off the pitch.

The game was in the hands of Barcelona, holding the ball in their possession the longest, and playing in the half of the enemy team. Close to scoring the lead goal, they stood in the twenty-ninth minute when a particular, harsh foul coaxed a gasp out of your mouth. A frustrated defensive player from Villareal decided to slide-tackle Pedri, the studs on his shoes hitting the ankle of the midfielder with full force instead of the rolling ball.

With a loud scream, filled with pain, Pedri fell to the ground, clutching his ankle between both hands. Pain twisted in his expression, and you jumped up from the seat, throwing your hands in the air. Camp Nou was filled with Barcelona supporters who booed and shouted insults through the stands.

Pedri was the last friend you had left, the last person that actually attempted to ask about your well-being even if he never answered another message until writing again. Seeing him, crumbled, laying on the ground, triggered the bubbled-up anger inside of you.

"Idiots!" You suddenly shouted; the insult rolled off your tongue quicker than you were able to process in your head. The medical team hurried across the field, pushing the Barcelona players out of the way to take a closer look at the ankle. While your eyes glistened with worry, they drifted from the ground to another person, ruffling the hands nervously through the hair and staring down at his best friend. Gavi.

Delicate palms pressed against the cold, silver bars which were used as a railing, you stared at the horrific incident, and how the medical's started to help Pedri off the field. But the midfielder's mind changed with the first steps, shaking his head and hands to explain that he belonged on the pitch; and wanted to stay. The referee behind them, blew his whistle, pointing his fingers annoyed at the watch around his wrist. Waving him off, Pedri hobbled off the field and the game continued quickly. At least three minutes have passed, if not longer, and it would be added at the end of the first half.

Still leaning across the railing, you tried to steal a glance at the coaching bench to see if Pedri was truly doing better, or playing the tough guy while his ankle swelled in a deep navy blue and wine purple. The medical team focused completely on the midfielder, inspecting how harsh the contact was and how strong the pain was. Losing Pedri in the midfield position would be a devastating start into the game.

The match continued, with Barcelona forced to play with one man less; and the opponents immediately tried to use the fact to their advantage. You couldn’t find a second to glance away from the painful twist on Pedri’s face. Eyes squeezed close, the bottom lip assaulted by his teeth as the medic’s pressed their fingers deeply against different spot around his ankle.

Minutes passed, and Xavi decided a substitute for the struggling Pedri was needed on the pitch. Displeased by the quick exchange, he rolled his eyes but swallowed the unattractive curse words which wanted to escape his mouth. Cheerful sounds rang in your ears, the fans around you jumping to their feet with the arms stretched into the warm spring air. Lewandowski once again scored a goal for Barcelona; with an assist from none other than number thirty. Gavi, who ran over to the much taller man, jumping straight on his back for a piggyback ride.

Pedri clapped his hands from the sideline, still seated in the grass while a bandage was wrapped around the swollen ankle; a thick pack of ice hidden between the layers. While the team hugged, and congratulated Robert for another perfect lead goal, Gavi jogged along the sideline towards his best friend for their very own celebration. Head tilted to the side, acknowledging the different aged females that screamed his name in a high-pitched, loud voice, with a wave and a smile.

But the curve of his mouth dropped, when his gaze drifted through the front row of the stands, bathing in the applause; and suddenly, drawn in by your presence.

A black, woolen jacket over the shoulders, the sleeves in your delicate palms. Underneath the thin material of a cardigan was a tight-cropped shirt, showing a small line of exposed skin until the charcoal-colored cargo pants perfected the chosen outfit. Hair, partly in a messy bun, the loose strands falling freely over your shoulders.

An appearance that reminded him of the first nights, you spent together. You were never a person for the tight dresses, or the overusing of makeup, and the confessions immediately drew Gavi in. But this time, your worried gaze wasn’t focused on him, you were staring at the injured man next to the coach’s bench. Concern twisted your features, eyebrows pulled down in a frown when Pedri winced as the ice bag was pressed tighter against the purple marks.

You visited Camp Nou for Pedri; for Gavi’s best friend. Unfortunately, the thought of seeing his mate touch you, kiss you, or even more, bothered him. A sudden wave of jealousy overcame Pablo, turning away from the sidelines as the referee blew the whistle for the third time, and already rummaged through the little pocket on the front of his polo shirt.

Trembling fingers brushed through the damp, chestnut strands as Gavi received the first booking of the night. And all he had left as an answer, was a subtle shrug of his shoulders instead of throwing a fit. He did not understand the sudden, unknown pinches in his heavy-breathing chest, or the reason behind the drifting gaze of his eyes to see if you were still in the stands and not already by Pedri's side.

A trail of thoughts, seeing you with his best friend entangled, bothered his mind and increased the difficulty of focusing solely on the last minutes of the first half. In seconds, he remembered the scent you carried around like a shield of protection, a fruity mixture of raspberries and vanilla. It was never a perfume like he assumed in the beginning, it was just a tube of shower gel. Those memories never bothered his concentration before, all it needed to remind him, was a glance at your face.

The referee blew the whistle once more, ending the first half of the match with a leading goal for Barcelona. And it did not take you longer than a minute to find a way out of the stands and to the catacombs. Your face was a familiar one, the security guards were still the same from the time you were by Gavi's side. An advantage for you, as they casually nodded their heads and let you through to the entrance of the tunnels. Brushing the thin strands out of the face while jogging down the corridor, the hem of your sleeves tightly between the delicate palm and soft fingertips.

Anxiety burst through your body in irregular waves when you reached the entrance to the pitch. Greeted by multiple familiar faces, your unfocused gaze drifted through the crowd, trying to find the injured midfielder. "How ironic." The rough voice twisted your stomach, the all-too-familiar melody, you once loved to listen to for more than six months. Stopping in your tracks, like the soles of your shoes were rooted to the tiled floor, you swallowed the breath you held without notice. Before you had a chance to find Pedri, and assure yourself that the concern was deeply unnecessary, Gavi found your worked-up self. „Can‘t stay away from me, huh?“

Arrogance infiltrated Pablo‘s voice, showing off the admiration he received over the past months as a shield and a new part of his personality. Confidence always lingered in his body, but the way he spoke, wasn’t similar to what you remembered. Teeth gritted, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomachs. Anger twisted your insides, tainted your gentle heart and attempted to push you into a blinded rage. Accusing him of what he has done, how easily he played with your heart and tossed you away, but the worse part was the way, he tore your soul apart with his lies and words. Delicate fingers clenched into tight fists, the manicured nail dug into the sensitive skin of your palms.

Little needles pierced your heart, and the pain tightened your chest. You wanted to scream at him, make a fool out of yourself in the middle of the faces, you became all too familiar with. Turning around to face the arrogant curve of his mouth, Gavi stood against the wall. Studs against the stones, arms crossed over the Barcelona Jersey with the number thirty and his name. Chestnut strands in a devilish mess, thick hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead but the curl of his lips, the smugness written in the corners was the only part of him, you were able to focus on. It did not matter how attractive he was in any situation, the actions he did turned him into an ugly person for you. "Hermanito, she's not here for you. I invited her to the game." Pedri's gentle voice echoed through the corridor, capturing the attention of the two ex-lovers. Gavi rolled his eyes, tilting the head to the side while yours snapped in the direction of the entrance to the pitch at the first tone.

One arm draped over the shoulders of a medic, Pedri was carried inside on one foot. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, he was still in pain, but he did not intend to show an ounce of it. Pedri's gaze drifted away from the glimpse of annoyance in Gavi's expression, and to your face. Gentle features twisted by emotions, anger, and confusion, but also concern overshadowed the pureness.

„Are you okay?“ Carefully, you took a step towards the injured player, who assured the medic‘s that he was fine enough to walk further on his own. „That looked harsh, is it broken? I hope not.“ You rambled on between questions and expressing your concern as the distance closed between the two of you, and Pedri stepped into your little personal bubble.

Gavi‘s existence was not acknowledged by you anymore, the groan that slipped past his lips swallowed by the thick air in the catacombs. "No, it's swollen but it's nothing too serious. I'm benched for the rest of the game though."

"At least, it's nothing too bad! I almost jumped off the stands after hearing your scream." The words she attempted to hold inside, spilled out of her mouth, and admitted the intense moments of concern she went through. "Don't worry, again." Pedri chuckled, waving the worry away with his hand. "But it's flattering to know that you declined my invitation way too many times, just to sit in the stands weeks later and jump out of your seat because I got tackled.” While Pedri did not leave a second to spare to share a flirtatious comment with you, Gavi swallowed the heavy mixture of breath and oxygen. A lump in the throat, the need to leave the hallways indescribable but his hooded eyes were glued to the scene. Curiosity forced him to stay in his place, curiosity about how far the encounter would evolve.

„Well..“ You trailed off, swaying from your weight from the left to the right while deciding what words to say. „You’re my friend.“ A gentle smile plastered over your face as the answer slipped out so easily. But what you didn’t see, was the little flinch in Pedri‘s proud posture, the way he almost considered taking a step back and leaving your personal bubble again after hearing the word friend. For him, you were always irresistible, he never understood how his best friend chose hundreds of others when the perfect example of a caring girlfriend was right in front of him.

But the scene, the awkwardness that unfolded between the two of you caused a loud laugh to slip out of Gavi‘s mouth. Suddenly, he was relieved that he stayed to witness how you called him a friend with such ease. “All that work for being pushed into the friend zone again.“ He clapped his hands together, pushing himself off the wall to walk towards the changing rooms. „Maybe, she‘s still too much into me, hermanito.“ Pablo disappeared, including himself in the round of multiple conversations between his teammates. Thoughts vanished when you confessed Pedri was just another friend; leaving you alone with him in the corridor suddenly did not bother Gavi anymore. Satisfied by your words, satisfied to see that you just could not move on from what he gave you, plastered a wide smirk across his face. At least Pablo told himself that you weren’t able to leave him in the past to smooth his growing ego. Glimpses of confidence and pride written over the curl of his mouth.

"Maybe, you can watch the second half from the stands with me?" You fiddled with the ties on your cargo pants, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Gavi's words triggered another wave of pure anger, and it was difficult to decide if calling Pedri a friend was the wrong or a good choice. "Just you know, if your coach allows it." Shrugging the shoulders, asking such a question felt oddly weird. And waiting for an answer gave rise to your nervousness.

"I have to change first, then there shouldn't be a reason not to be able to." Asking for his company in the stands, with the almost invisible watermelon-pink tint across the span of your cheeks, allowed another spark of hope to ignite in Pedri's stomach.

Taking a liking to his best mate's ex-girlfriend wasn't the greatest move, but Pablo knew the best, that Pedri fancied you for much longer than he actually said. With a quick nod, the injured midfielder stumbled into the changing room and immediately received a warm welcome, and questions about his foot from his teammates. Except for his best friend, Gavi stayed in the corner of the room, drowning a bottle of water while his intense glare never left Pedri's smiling face. And the number thirty of the Barcelona Football Club was the first to leave the locker room again, leaving behind a confused Balde, and stumbling straight into your gaze again.

Somehow, his features moved on their own. Furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth lifted, much to your dismay. “You could have done anything.” Gavi pointed a single finger at you, closing the distance with slow steps. The woolen cardigan suddenly felt too warm, too tight wrapped around your numb limbs at the sight. For months, you avoided social media, the news and even football as a whole to not come in contact with regret. Remorse for not answering his incoming text messages about spending time together again, the multiple question marks that filled your inbox and even worse, the filthy words he sent without hesitation, which your body accepted and reacted to way too quickly. “And yet, you chose my best friend as a reasonable excuse to watch me again.”

Shaking your head to answer his words without having to use your trembling voice, defending the leftovers of your pride, you failed ultimately when Gavi caged you between his sweaty body and the cold brick wall. Calloused palm placed beside your head, he used his free one to let his warm fingertips dance over the span of your cheeks. “Still so beautiful, even after I ruined you so many times.” The whispers triggered the memories, the moments you locked away in your mind — yet, not deeply enough for Gavi to easily access them.

Nights, you spent at his newly bought house. Wrapped tightly in the comfort of the black blanket, his naked chest pressed against your bare, arched back. Rough fingertips dug into the sensitive skin around your throat, pressing your windpipe barely together. It was never meant to hurt you, the ecstasy was his greatest reason. His hips snapped against your ass, diving deeper into the warmth of your walls. Moans filled the in darkness drowned bedroom, the dim light of the moon illuminating the side of your face. Lids fluttered close, just like those nights when Gavi was in the mood to ruin you.

But he chuckled, nonchalantly and pulled your mind out of the daydream that played like a movie in front of your closed eyes. Forcing the lids open, your pupils dilated in slight shock. Months of preparation weren’t enough to decline Gavi any access to your mind. But what was worse was the rapid pace of your heartbeat or the painful hammering against your rib cage that he was able to feel. The hand on your cheek started to travel south, fingertips caressed along your jaw, over the side of your throat, and towards your chest. Palm softly pressed against the material of your shirt, fitting perfectly between your breasts, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction when your heart boomed against his sprawled-out hand. „Still the same reaction and yet, you think Pedri could offer you what I‘ve given you.“ Head tilted to your height, just a couple of centimeters smaller than him, his warm breath fanned over your glossy lips

"Tell me that you're still mine, carino." Gavi muttered into the thin air that was caught between your mouth and his. Shaking your head with the last bit of willpower, and the unsettling feeling of shame in the pit of your stomach as he played his little mind games with you, your lips brushed over his repeatedly but never closed the gap. „You ruined me one too many times, darling.“ You hissed, wiggling yourself out of his trap and stepping to the side as the door to the locker room opened, and multiple players walked outside. It was the last piece of self-confidence that slipped out of your mouth and defended your honor. Mistakes were made, repeated way too often and kept as long-term secrets throughout the relationships. Gavi's disrespect to you as a woman was enough to turn him into an unattractive person. Yet, you questioned yourself if the sentence you spoke, wasn't too harsh.

Suddenly, your shoes became an interesting view to avoid Gavi's lingering gaze and the quick glances of the passing players. But Pedri's appearance went by unnoticed, his white sneakers the first thing you see. Taking in his body, the left hem of his cargo pants settled underneath his knee to decrease the pressure on the swollen ankle, the charcoal color an extravagant sight on his tanned skin. Paired with a hoodie, he adjusted the pieces of clothing to the warm weather, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. A small black bag underneath his arm, keeping the most important essentials like his phone, and money inside of it. "You look a little flushed." Pedri used one of his hands to show with his long fingers the strawberry red tint across your cheeks, on his own face. Unfortunately, his words did not help to calm down your irregular breathing, or the intense pounding in your chest.

Any second longer at Camp Nou spread the discomfort in your body, shifting the weight from your left foot to the right to overshadow how much you trembled from the minutes with Gavi alone. Telling Pedri about his best friends' assault on his former lover would be absurd, after all, he was just a piece between Pablo and you. A friend for the two of you, but quietly cheering for your side. Clothes, way too tightly wrapped around your heavy limbs. Pedri's gentle face, radiating too much for your comfort.

"I think, I might just skip." You muttered, tilting the head to the side to avoid witnessing how the disappointment and the surprise twisted Pedri's features. Guilt bubbled in the pit of your stomach, inviting the midfielder first and then immediately taking back your words, and wanting to leave the stadium. Just in the span of five minutes, the glimpse of hope in Pedri's body vanished. Your sudden confession was a surprise to him, already attempting to find the mistakes he made that caused any discomfort to your figure. But the search never found a reasonable result. "Oh, I can sit at the coach's bench if you don't want to watch the game with me, it's fine." Pedri suggested immediately, trying to take the blame for the ways she felt without knowing what kind of emotions mixed in the pit of her stomach. "What?" You reacted quickly, the question tumbling out of your mouth as your eyebrows rose in confusion. Just for a simple second, you were clueless why he offered such a proposition but it hit you quickly.

"You said, you want to skip." Pedri's calloused palm placed over his neck, the fingertips scratching over the small hair and tanned skin. "I guess, you meant watching the game with me."

"Oh my gosh." You facepalmed yourself, letting your soft hand caress over you face. Strawberry red tint spread further across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, showcasing a sign of shame. "I didn't mean watching the game together, it was more about the entire second half. I think I will skip the rest of the game, I don't really feel prepared enough to watch Pablo longer than needed after his rude interruption." Palm pressed to your flushed cheek, your tried to hide the hues of bright crimson red tainting your smooth skin.

“Oh.” Pedri chuckled, a very calm and light-hearted sound as the relief washed over him. “Understood. He can be a real pain in the ass.” Since Gavi transferred to Barcelona Football Club underaged, and him and Pedri became best mates. Driving as the passenger of the midfielder’s forest green mini became a ritual, the fans always knowing if they saw Pedri’s car, Gavi wouldn’t be way too far. “I really hope you don’t mind. Maybe next time, the circumstances are better.” You almost apologized for looking after yourself once again, offering Pedri a gentle smile as you turned around to leave the cursed corridors of Camp Nou.

“I can drive you home.” Pedri was quick with his suggestion, taking a step forward to wrap his long fingers around your wrist and stop the distance from growing. The little contact; just the way his warm fingertips carefully pressed against your pulsating veins, caused another blush to creep its way across the span of your cheeks and increase the heat that already put your body on flames.

Like the watermelon pink attempted to tell you that the ignited fire wasn't a usual feeling. Admiration resurfaced, the slight crush you had on the midfielder before Gavi asked you out prominent in the way your face twisted. Letting the sensation linger, the warmth spread over your skin, you tried to tug your arm away from his embrace. Instead of another attempt to convince you of his offer, Pedri's finger loosened, your limb slipping out of his grip and out of reach, without taking a step forward. "Only if you feel comfortable enough to share a car with me." Pedro added to his suggestion, witnessing how your body language changed. Muscles tensed with his touch, your voice barely audible as your heavy breaths overshadowed the words. And for merely a moment, Pedri questioned the way he almost tried to persuade you into spending time with him — even if it was just a lame car ride.

Delicate and soft palms wiped over your face, probably ruining the layers of make up you covered your blemished skin with. Choosing Pedri’s company could be a chance to feel a moment of mild comfort again. After all, he cared enough for your well-being to ask many, many times. Even when you decided not to answer the first text messages because you thought Gavi would be the reason behind the sudden interest. But it wasn’t, it has never been. “Sure, it’s better than being alone right now.” You accepted with hesitation as your mind traveled through the worst-case scenarios. While you walked through the corridors towards the parking lot where the signature green mini waited, you heard how the fans chanted Gavi’s name like a beautiful melody as another goal extended the lead. Another ball hitting the back of the net, another time number thirty scored for Barcelona.

Bathing in the applause, the attention and how needy the girls at the front of the stands tried to reach out, Gavi smiled at the cameras. The curl of his mouth plastered across his face, the burst of happiness faded when the drifting gaze of his deep hazelnut orbs didn’t find your face in the crowd. Empty seats in the secluded section, his head snapped to the coach’s bench to find Pedri. But his best mate was missing too.

Unfortunately, the realization and the negative thoughts forced Gavi into a wave of blinded rage. He knew immediately, he would leave the pitch with another booking — just no one knew if it would be a simple yellow as usual, or a deeply crimson red one.

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top of the world. / pablo gavi.

request: Gavi having a crush on model reader and all the wags &guys know and they help him get w her (sometime like that)

summary: gavi has a hard time telling you how he feels, but one night his teammates and their wives and girlfriends help the two of you out.

Your decision to move from your country to Barcelona came rather as a surprise to your friends, family and yourself. You didn't have anyone there, and moving there would mean you would be all alone in the Catalan city, and while the fresh beginning sounded good, you were terrified. But you knew what this meant for your modelling career, and being a model in your hometown paid much less than the one you got offered in Barcelona. So you accepted it, and you were on the plane to Barcelona with no second thoughts.

While the months passed as a blur and you were killing the runways, you started gaining a bigger audience, brands asking for you to promote their stuff on your Instagram stories, celebrities sliding into your DMs, and soon you were living the life you always wanted to live.

You were gorgeous, but you were humble and kind, which was the reason you were so liked by everyone, and you formed your own little friend group quite quickly.

The person you would call your best friend was Natalia, she had moved to Barcelona with her husband when he joined FC Barcelona, and you two became inseparable quickly. She invited you to many games to watch her husband play with her, always telling you about Raphinha's single teammates.

And while Natalia knew what she was doing, you grew rather interested in the young Pablo Gavi, who was by far the most attractive, gorgeous person you have met while your stay in Barcelona.

You two hung out a few times, and he always made you laugh. You loved how he always knew what to say to you. When he started liking and commenting on your social media posts, everyone started posting about it, and surely a rumor started going around that you and Pablo Gavi are in a relationship.

You and Gavi laughed about it, but neither of you shut those rumors down because you both liked the idea of dating each other, though, neither of you admitted it to the other.

When his team mates asked him about it one day in the locker room after practice, Pablo came clean about his crush on you, but begged them not to mention it around you, because he was still shy and didn't want them to ruin it, as he was planning on asking you out soon.

Raphinha told Natalia, obviously, and Natalia knew about your crush on Gavi, but she decided not to tell you anything her husband had told her, because she thought Gavi would ask you out soon, like he said.

The days turned into weeks, and they were all growing impatient about Gavi asking you out. Ansu, Ferran, and Pedri tried talking to Pablo and shake some sense into him so he would finally do it, but he kept telling them he wasn't ready, as he didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"Cálllense chicos, ni siquiera sé si ella siente lo mismo." Pablo said frustrated, he was getting stressed out and he wanted the moment he asked you out to be perfect. Shut up guys, I don't even know if she feels the same way.

"Hermano, todo el mundo sabe que lo hace. ¿has visto la forma en que te mira?" Pedri said shaking him by the shoulders, while Ferran slapped him across the head. Brother, everyone knows she does. Have you seen the way she looks at you?

One night you invited some people over for a party, celebrating a new collaboration in your career, and among the people you invited were the Barcelona players whom you've grown quite close with, and their girlfriends and/or wives.

Not to mention that Robert Lewandowski and his wife Anna came too. Anna was the nicest woman you've ever met, but how could you admit to her that you and your friends fangirled over her husband?

You were chatting with Frenkie de Jong's girlfriend, Mikky, Natalia and Ferran's girlfriend, Sira, when your eyes met the familiar brown eyes across the room, Gavi sending you a small wave, which you returned in the form of a smile.

Mikky followed your eyes, giggling and dramatically sighing when she saw who you were looking at.

"Could you two spare us the agony and just get together already?" Mikky asked you sipping on her homemade cocktail.

"I don't wanna force this guys, if it's meant to happen, it will." You told the three girls who were starting to grow impatient. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go to the restroom."

You went to the bathroom upstairs, and while you were coming back, you stopped on the stairs when you noticed Mikky whispering something to Sira, who then went to Pedri to whisper something, Pedri whispered to Frenkie, and Frenkie to Robert.

'What are these little shits planning.' You thought to yourself, a thought you shook away as soon as another sip of alcohol got to your lips.

You were looking for Gavi when you felt a presence next to you. Turning your head and hoping to meet Gavi's eyes, you instead see Natalia.

"Hey, remember at the last match we went to, it started raining and I offered you my hoodie so you don't get wet?" Natalia asked you directly, but you knew there was something off.

"Yes, Taia? What are you-" You started saying confused but Natalia cut you off.

"Yeah, well, I need it back. Like right now. Could you get it for me?" She asked, her face serious, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that told you there was a lot more to this.

"Taia, right now? In the middle of the party?" You didn't even remember where you put it, you knew it was in the dresser in your room, but it was such a mess that it would take ages for you to find it.

Natalia gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could master, and you sighed while going to your room, your best friend screaming a "Thank you!" over the loud music.

You sat on the ground in front of your dresser, starting to take out your hoodies one by one, looking for the one that belonged to your best friend.

The door to your room opened and closed again, someone making his way inside.

"Hey, Y/N, Robert told me he left his coat in here, have you seen it?" You heard Pablo's funny English accent. You turned around to face him and saw him sitting on your bed with his signature smile.

"His coat? In my bedroom?" You asked confused. "What would Lewandowski's coat do in my bed-" And just as you were planning to finish the sentence, the realization hit you, this is what they were planning. The Barcelona players, their WAGs, your friends, set you up.

You sat next to Pablo on your bed, and told him what your friends planned to lead up to this. You two laughed, your annoyance disappearing when you saw his eyes shining while laughing.

"I'm glad they sat us up though, I was worried I wouldn't get to hang out with you at all tonight." Gavi said putting his hand around your waist and pulling your body closer to his.

His action caught you off guard, but you didn't complain, after all, you were waiting for this to happen. So why not flirt back?

"At all? C'mon Pablito, you know I would come look for you." You smiled at him and he returned it.

Pablo Gavi's eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes and back to your lips.

"I hope you've mastered your Spanish, porque me gustaría mucho besarte ahora mismo." He said in a low voice, but you heard and understood. Because I would really like to kiss you right now.

Without wasting another moment, you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your lips moving against his lips so perfectly as if you were made for each other. It was a kiss that was so full of love and eagerness, both of you wanting this for too long. A kiss so simple has turned into a make out session when Gavi deepened the kiss, cupping your cheek and pulling you closer to him as if he was scared you would disappear.

After a while that still seemed too soon for you, you pulled away, holding your forehead against his. You both knew in that moment you were his girl, but then again, you always were even if things were unofficial between you and the football player.

"We should go back before they thing we're fucking in here." You giggled while getting up from the bed, holding your hand out for your now boyfriend to grab.

"Would it be so bad if we actually were?" Gavi laughed and interlocked his fingers with yours while you lead him out of the bedroom.

Just as you opened the door, Mikky and Natalia almost fell in, they were very clearly evesdropping, the others were behind them, looking just as excited as the two nosy girls.

"This is so mature of you guys." You laughed, eyeing them all.

"Can't blame us for wanting to see your love bloom." Anna said, holding her husband by the arm.

"So are you guys dating?" Ferran asked you, like a little kid asking his mom for candy.

"Yes, we are." Said Gavi looking at you lovingly, his teammates cheering and clapping, all the girls hugging you while screaming excitedly. "Wait a second." Gavi said and everyone stopped, including you. "Did you listen to us make out?" He said specifically looking at Mikky and Natalia.

"Ew, gross." You said but you all bursted out laughing, going back downstairs to drink and celebrate your new relationship.

Dancing with your boyfriend, who was always kissing either your lips, cheek or neck, you looked at him. "How are you feeling?" You asked Pablo.

Gavi gave you another kiss before replying. "Like I'm on the top of the world."

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