#pedri x gavi

[b4sorex1a]

i saw someone talk about how gavi deserved to be born with a cunt, and honestlyyyyyyy. he’s so pretty imagine if he had a cute little cunt!

tw: nsfw, minors dni, hardcore if you squint.

— Bp! Pablo Gavi prompts

If Gavi had a cunt…

• We all know it's pink. He'd have an adorable and pretty tight pussy, and he'd get so wet thinking about his teammates.

• Locker room antics. Gavi wouldn't let his teammates know about his little secret, he's shy about it, but when he gets home he sticks his fingers inside his fuckhole, fantasizing about them. He's probably moaning Félix's name, wetting his bedsheets.

• Gavi would wear either cute panties with a little bow on the middle or just straight up black lingerie, the idea of someone like Pedri pulling down his shorts and his panties to the side to fuck him turns him on.

• When the other players learn of Gavi's secret, everyone promises not to treat him differently; but sometimes, Pablo can feel Fermin's hungry look towards his crotch.

• Pedri would be the most shameless about his newfound lust of Gavi, he’d grope his thighs and ass, sometimes even grinding his cock and feeling his intimate parts up when no one is looking at them.

“Just let it happen, you have no other purpose than being a cumdump anyway”— is what Pedri whispered to him in the locker room, lowering his strong hand to touch Gavi’s cunt.

And fuck Pablo is so wet and horny, he gets ashamed when he moans, feeling Pedri’s fingers inside him. They’re sweating and it’s kind of way too hot for Gavi, but he can’t do anything, Pedri covered his mouth with his hand so he that couldn’t scream.

• Pedri fucks him without a condom on the locker room’s bench, not caring that Fermín is probably hearing them while he’s changing clothes.

“You’re my fuck slut aren’t you? From now on I’ll use your cunt whenever I want to, you can pretend you don’t like it, but I know you’re dying for it”— Pedri said to him before spitting on his face, leaving him spread on the floor with cum slipping out of his hole.

• Fermín finds Gavi in that state and he wants to help him! But his dick is aching at the view of Pablo all fucked out, totally used and pliant…

• He’s not even sure Gavi is half aware of what’s happening to him, but he still fucks his used cunt, kissing him and forcing the fat tip of his cock on his pussy.

• Gavi loves it. He can’t get enough of their cruelty.

• Félix would invite Pablo over to his apartment to ‘play video games’ but he’d end up eating Gavi out on his couch, he’d lick and suck Pablo’s clit, making him come on his face.

They swear they don’t treat Gavi differently after learning about his secret… but their dicks speak more honestly than they do…

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[spidybaby]

i need a toxic pedri he's jealous of your friendship with Gavi because when they both meet you Gavi had a crush on you that he never confess because Pedro made a move first

Bad kind of butterflies

Summary: Pedri let the insecurities of his friend become his own. Ruining his own relationship and friendship.

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pedri, toxic relationship, asshole!Eric, fighting, drunk driving.

Part two

Your relationship is not new. You have been together for almost three years now. You will describe the relationship as something lovely and where the two of you support each other.

You will go to every game he has, every competition for the team, supporting his new line, loving his photoshoots, and watching every interview.

Him, he would support you through everything. He will drop you off at college. Even if you didn't agree at first, he would help you study. Always loving how smart and dedicated you're to became a professional.

But if you ask someone in your circle their opinions about the relationship, they would say that you became toxic.

Well, you, it is a misunderstanding. He became toxic.

You meet the team thanks to your friend Sira, she was dating Ferran and he introduced you to his circle.

The circle in question was Gavi, Eric, Alejandro, and Pedri.

When you meet them, your eyes only focused on the dark-haired boy. To him, it was the same. He was quick to make conversation, taking any other friend the opportunity to do it.

But you became closer to the other guys, specifically with Pablo. He became your friend quickly. He was such a supportive friend. And the best part was that he was the best friend of your boyfriend.

Pedro wasn't the jealous type. Sure, he got jealous from time to time, like a normal person. But he wasn't one to feel jealous of other people around.

Being an elite football player makes him feel less insecure than the others. He knew he was all that, and you made him feel even more like all that.

You always made him feel like the center of the universe, and he reciprocated that feeling for you. Having all the girls throwing themselves at him at first made you feel insecure, but he quickly told off that feeling with actions that proved to you he was a loyal one.

To him, everything changed when Eric one night called him drunk, asking him to pick him up from this bar in Barcelona.

When he, as a friend, went there and picked him up, he took him to his house, Eric didn't even knew where his keys were.

Eric was drunk crying, confessing that his girlfriend cheated on him with dude she met at college. How he was so heartbroken.

Naturally, he felt super bad for him, and the thoughts came, the insecurities got to his head.

He called you, knowing you were doing some homework and were pulling an all nighter.

"Hi, mi amor."

"Hey, am I bothering you?"

"When have you ever bother me?"

He fell quiet. He was answering that question on his mind, all the times he asked you to drop something to go to his games, all the times he asked you to move all you thing to his house so he could spend time with you, making you uncomfortable while studying.

"Pedri? Amor?"

"I'm here, I'm just tired."

But you were tired too, it was almost two am. And to him, it was easy. He had a free day, but you were going to wake up really early to go to class. Even if you had only one hour of sleep.

"Don't you want to come over? I'm almost done, and we can cuddle in bed."

"You need sleep."

"So do you, so if you want, the invitation is still there. I'm going to be here for another half hour."

He drove over to your place, wanting to take these insecure thoughts out of his mind.

And you did take all that out of his mind by showing him that he was the only one you wanted by your side.

After that, he was a big support for Eric. He wanted his friend to feel better. He invited him to stay a few hours after practice.

Pablo was helping Pedro with supporting their friend. He brought some candies and things to make him feel better.

They spent most days after practice playing fifa and chatting. Ferran then joined the heartbreak club, Sira and him called it quits.

Ferran felt uncomfortable with you around, so you told Pedro that you were meeting him when they left the house.

Mostly because you didn't want his friends to feel some type of way about you.

The second time Pedro felt different about the relationship was the night Eric confessed something to him.

"I don't know how you can be so open with Gavi about your relationship."

"Gavi is mine and my girlfriend friend. I don't see the problem."

"But aren't you uncomfortable about his crush on your girlfriend?"

Pedro stopped on his tracks. He was confused about why Eric would think that. Gavi never gave any signs about him liking you.

"No sé a que te refieres con eso." (I don't know what you mean by that.")

"No me vengas a decir que no sabes." (Don't tell me you don't know)

"I think you're confused. Just because Gavi is friendly with her doesn't mean he has a crush."

He thought he let it go. But was laying down in bad with you. You were telling him about a video Pablo sent you of a recipe.

Pablo had a crush on you?

But this time, he did brush that off. Not believing his friend would have a crush on his girlfriend.

"Hey, maybe we can do something this weekend?"

"I thought we were having a movie marathon with Pablo. You wanted to see all the conjuring movies, bebé"

He graps his arms around while putting your phone away from you, kissing you cheek and neck.

"Maybe I just want you to myself."

The way his kisses feel on your skin, the intoxicating sensation he makes you feel with his fingers.

"All to myself." He whispers, kissing your lips while he pounds into you.

Your moans all to himself, your lips letting his name out, his lips marking your skin.

His and only his.

🪷🪷🪷

"Let me call my girlfriend, and we are on our way."

Pedri, dial your number. He let the call on Bluetooth while turning the car on. The beep goes once, twice, and then into voice mail. You rejected his call.

"Ohhh, someone's getting rejected." Ferran laughs. He loves to pick on him to get a reaction.

"Oh shut up, she's just busy."

He dials your number again, making his way out of his garage.

"Hello, Y/n is in the bathroom. She will call you when she's out." The voice of a man makes him press the break hard. He hung up without Pedri being able to talk.

Ferran and eric laugh as hard as they can. The expression on their friend is a shocked one, his mouth open and brows furrowed.

"Wait that was so fucking funny, he hang up on you."

"Where did you say she was?" Eric asks, "Well, it doesn't matter cause she was busy, and that dude was kinda in a rush to hang up."

"Okay, stop it, Eric." Ferran warns him. "She's probably studying and you heard the dude she's in the bathroom."

"Don't know, that's what my bitch of an ex used to told me 《oh Eric, I was busy studying》, yeah studying another boy's dick."

"She's not like that." Pedri finally says, closing the garage with the control. "She's on finals."

"If you say so." Eric lifts his hands as a piece sign. "Let's just drive, we're going to be late."

The drive was silent, Ferran tried to make conversation, but Pedri and his single answers were not it.

His ring tone interrupts the silence. He presses the green button on his wheel. "Hola hermosa."

"Hola, I'm sorry I didn't answer. I left my phone here while using the bathroom, and Kyle answered the phone."

"Ohhh Kyle." Eric whispers to them.

Ferran pushed him back to the seat. Whispering him to shut up.

"It's okay, I was just calling to check on you."

"Stop it, Eric." Ferran warns once he sees Eric was about to speak again.

"I'm fine, Kyle is dropping me home, I can ask him to drop me at your place if you're free."

"I'm actually with Ferran and Eric, but feel free to go there and relax. You have some clothes there and you can order some takeout. I'll join you in a while."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you, te amo."

"Yo más, goodbye baby."

He can feel a relief that was unexpected. He knew Kyle. He was your friend and study buddy since the beginning.

"Good thing she was just using the bathroom, right Eric?" Ferran pinch him. Making him yelp. "Fucking say it." He whispers.

"Yes, she was using the bathroom." He says with a bored tone. Making ferran roll his eyes.

The mood for Pedri changed. He was now talking, and Ferran noticed that. They made some jokes until they parked outside of the place they're going to.

The time they spent there was nice. You texted Pedri that you were at his place, a picture attached where you sent him a kiss with the "have fun" text next to it.

But he wanted to hurry up, feeling like cuddling you, like kissing you. Ferran also wanted to keep the stay a little shorter, wanting to relax at home with his family.

They dropped Eric first, saying their goodbyes to their teammate. Ferran knew he wanted to speak about the call incident.

"I want to tell you something."

"Yeah, whatever you want tiburón."

"Eric, he's still not in the right place about his breakup. And that doesn't mean he's allowed to put ideas in your head. Don't let him do that."

"He's just, so fucking extra sometimes." He sighs, wrapping hard on the steering wheel. "I know he's hurt, and sometimes he just projects on me and y/n."

"Don't let him do that." Ferran pats his arm. "I know that with the whole Sira breakup thing, her and me haven't really talked. But she's a nice girl, I know her."

"Yeah, she used to come over after you left so you didn't feel uncomfortable."

"Such a sweetheart." He laughs. "But I'm serious. She's a nice one. Take care of her."

"I will, I love her."

Ferran got out of the car after telling him to tell you hello. Thing he said once he was wrapped in your arms, watching a movie and eating takeout.

After that night

Two weeks has passed, two weeks where the texts, the calls and the meetings were barely there.

You were on your last year of college, and these finals were very important for you. If you pointed well you were able to get more job opportunities.

Pedri felt frustrated. He knew he shouldn't let Eric fucked up with his mind. But he also doesn't want his friend to feel pushed away.

He trusts you with his life. He wanted the long run with you. And nobody was getting in the way of that.

Today was your last final, the last one of the whole curriculum. You were extra excited about it.

Asking Pedri to pick you up so you can go get something to eat after in a celebration mode. He bought flowers for you and a special charm for your bracelet. He knows you love collecting charms for extra special moments.

He parks under a three, a little far more than usual, but he doesn't want to be seen. Wanting all his attention on you.

You texted him that you were out of the test and to send you where he was, wanting to walk to relieve the last bit of stress.

"Are you going to the party?" Kyle asks you.

"Obvio, I'm not missing this. It's all I need"

"Same, I'm ready to chug a whole bottle of reposado."

"Añejo is better, Ky."

Kyle walked you over to Pedri's car, feeling the same about walking to leave the stress of the test.

"Are we doing shots and partnering in beer pong?"

"Duh, you're the only person I would to this with. Nobody does it like you."

Pedri has his window a little down. He can hear the conversation, but to his "luck," he only heard the last five words.

He takes eyes on the way Kyle says goodbye to you, the way his hands are a little more down than necessary.

He squint his eyes, getting that out of his mind. He trusts you. He does.

"Hola, mi amor." You say, closing the car door.

You grab his face into your hands, giving him a kiss. Thing he reciprocate, missing the taste of you and the way you smell.

"Te amo." You say, pecking him "I missed you, bebé."

"You have me all to yourself, princesa." He pecks you back. "Let's go, I made reservations to your favorite stake place."

You grab your backpack to move it to the back of the car, your eyes lay on the bouquet of peonies, and the Tiffany box.

"A little something for you." He squish your thigh.

You grab the bouquet, smelling the flowers. "I love it, I love you"

"I love you more. You're such a smart girl."

You take a picture of the bouquet, posting it to your close friends with the text "blessed with him ❤️" tagging him, even tho he can't repost it.

The food was exquisite. You loved the place. He was breaking his diet, but he was doing it for a good reason.

"I have a party today, do you want to come with me?"

"I have to go to the gym with the team, but I can join after."

"You will be tired, it's okay." You say, feeding him some ice cream. "I'm asking Kyle to pick me up on his way there, we will take an Uber because we both want to drink."

He tense at the name of your friend. He feels so bad about the way his body reacts to things he never felt worried about.

"I can drop you guys off, and tomorrow I don't have to play so I can pick you up when you're ready to go home."

You nod smiling. "I'll text Ky, thank you, amor."

He can't help the guilt. He's doing this so he can prevent you from being alone in an Uber with Kyle. Not because he wants to take you there.

You text your friend, who asks you to thank him. Kyle never met Pedri due to always being a lap of schedules that made them not met.

Back on your way home, you were singing some Quevedo. You were happy and nothing can take that feeling away.

"Open your other gift." He parks the car in the parking lot of your building.

You do as you're told, seeing the silver charm with tiny crystals. You smile, asking him to help with locking it in place.

"I love you, you didn't have to. Thank you."

"I love you, smart girl. You deserve more than that."

He kisses you goodbye, observing you while you go into the elevator and then going into practice.

The gym training was boring. He was with Marc Guiu, Ter Stegen, Fermin, and Araujo, but the exercises were solo ones.

Ter Stegen was telling them a story about something that happened to him with a fan. Everybody was laughing and chatting.

In the end, he and Fermin were the last ones to pick their things. They were chatting while walking outside.

"How is College?"

"It's great, crazy. More now that I'm with the first team."

"You're a heartbreaker." He laughs. "Too many girls?"

"I'm interested in one. But I don't know, he's very shy and very focused in college." He sighs. "And I'm a football player."

"Shoot your shot. My girlfriend just finished college, and we have been together since her third year."

"Will do, take care." He waves Pedro goodbye.

He drove over to your house. He was waiting for you to get ready while he crashed your bed.

"I forgot to bring snacks." He pout, he was craving something.

"I have the crackers your doctor approved." You kiss his cheek, "go get them."

He walks with such no motivation to your kitchen, opening the drawer where you order all your snacks.

He found a box of chocolate with a bite attached. "For my smart girl. K❤️" He throws the box back into the drawer. Appetite gone.

"What if you stay here with me?" He asks, using the frame of the door as a recliner. "I just feel like I haven't seen you in so long."

"Well. I'm all yours after the party."

"So you're not even considering not going to stay with me?"

You turn to him, not sure why he's acting like that when he's the one who encourages you to go out and relax. "Are you okay?"

"No, you don't want to spend time with me. You just want to party and be with your friends and I have feelings too, I miss you too. I'm just tired."

"Amor, you can go home and call it a night. You don't need me for that. I can ask Sira to pick me up and drop me off."

"That's not the point." He squinted his eyes mad. "You prefer to go out than to spend time with me."

"Pedro, relax!" You say, tone serious. "I've been planning to go to this party for a good month now. I help with it. Im not missing it. I deserve this after my hard work."

"That's not the point." He says, angry out of nowhere. "You don't get it." He grabs his wallet and keys, walking out of the room.

"Pedro, seriously?" You can't believe he's walking out like that. "Pedro!"

You hear the door closing. You wanted to go out and ask him to stay, but you didn't. You gave him his time. He's tired and just having a bad night, you think.

You text Sira, asking her to come over so you can go together. Thing she agreed on, texting Kyle that you were picking him up with Sira.

"I love your shorts." Sira says, smacking you. "But that top, maybe a staples one?"

"I like this, I'm not feeling like wearing a strapless."

"Okay, what's with the face?" She grab you by the shoulders, making you turn. "Why are you so blue?"

"Pedro was here. He was supposed to drop me off, but he told me I was only interested in the party and not on him."

"What?" Sira's face is a poem. She has this doubtful expression. "Pedro as in Pedri? What the hell?"

"Maybe he's right." You feel guilty. "Maybe he's going through something, and he doesn't know how to tell me."

"Well, guilt tripping you is not the answer." She hugs you. "We're going, and you're having fun."

You nod, still feeling guilty over going and not calling to fix things with him.

"Now, help me with my makeup." She sits at your vanity. "Hey, stop. You deserve to have fun."

You smile, repeating her words. You deserve to have fun. You grab her makeup bag, helping her with her base and eyeshadow.

Once you're ready, you take out a mini bottle of patron and two shot glasses. Pre gaming with her. "Hey, slow down, you're driving."

"I can do both perfectly, you know that."

You do another shot and left to pick your friend. The trip there was fun, singing with her and Kyle to this Nicki Minaj song.

The party was great, you can say you did drink a little bit more than usual, feeling a bad taste on your mouth after the fight.

"Okay, chug chug chug," Sira cheers you, as you and Karla, your friend in common, are competing on who can drink a long island the fastest.

"Ughh, that was disgusting." You say laughing. "I need a bathroom, I'm going to throw up."

You grab someone's hand, dragging this person to the bathroom with you. You never throw up while drinking, but this time, you kinda get a little crazy on mixing.

"You have luck I have a strong stomach."

"I want my bed." You whisper. "And a blanket."

"Okay, stay here, I'm bringing you water and a mint cause iugh. And I'm asking Sira to go."

"Love you, Ky." You hug his leg, making him laugh. "You're my bestie. Am I your bestie?"

"Sadly, you and your week stomach are my besties." He pets you in the head.

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Pedri was home, bag under his eyes after not being able to sleep, he wonders if you had a nice night, if you were okay.

He replays the story time and time and time again. Sira was with you, so you were okay. You never leave without the other.

He gets your favorite drink and food, knowing you will have a craving of those.

He knocks on your door. It's already almost night, so he's sure Sira and your other friends are gone.

A very destroyed you open the door. You look like you had a little too much fun. He smiles at your sight.

"I got you some food and a drink."

"Food first." You smile, he hands you the bag and drink. You moan hapilly at the taste of the drink. "Okay, you can come in."

"Had some fun?" He kisses your cheek.

"Mhm, a lot." You say opening the bag. "But I kinda got a little more drunk than normal."

He nods, not sure how to address the situation. But you decide to go first.

"I don't like the way you left last night." You look at him. "You don't act like that. Is there something going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I just got insecure or something I'm not sure. Perdón."

"I get that, but please don't do that again."

He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck, promising not to act like that again and to be more open about his feelings.

🪷🪷🪷

"I love the smell of roses." You say grabbing a red rose.

You were hanging around with Kyle. He was supervising the flower shop his parents had. They were one of the most exclusive flower shops in Barcelona.

"You can grab some, mom won't mind."

"If I get an invoice for this, I'm killing you."

He laughs, you pick out of the big wall that was there. You loved how the roses look so pretty, no matter the color.

"You own me lunch."

"I gave you flowers," He says, funny tone. "Isn't that enough?"

"To take me home?" You ask, imitating his tone. "Invite me to dinner first and then we can head home."

You laugh, he picks his things and tells the girls that are there working to keep an eye for him while he eats lunch.

"What do you want and why is it sushi?"

You smile, you like the rice that the sushi places sell, even tho you're not the biggest sushi fan you liked some pieces.

"I want some rice."

You saw the texts of Pedri, ignoring them. You were mad at him.

He told you, not even asked, told you that he didn't want you out with Kyle because he thought that he had feelings for you.

You had a big fight about it. Asking him to leave. You ignored his calls, texts, and even when he went to your house.

Maybe being with Kyle was not the answer, but he was your friend since the beginning of the career.

He was there for you when you had nobody and you reciprocate that for him. Being his support as much as he was your support.

"Are you okay?" He hugs you by the shoulders. "We can go get some pizza if you want."

"Yes, just a little sleepy."

You never told anybody your fights with Pedro, Sira was an exception for time to time. But that time to time was almost never.

You order food, deciding for some sushi rolls. Kyle noticing how sad you were decided that he wanted some sushi and some other things.

"Wait, lemme take a picture for insta"

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Pedro saw the pictures, blood boiling as he thought he was clear about how he didn't feel nice about this dude being your friend.

"What's wrong?" Eric asks, noticing how he threw his phone into his bag.

"This fucking Kyle dude, fucking on my nerves." He sighs. "I told her I don't like him and she's out with him."

"And you're doing nothing about it?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Fucking go to her and ask her to respect you, you're not a fucking college common guy, you're Pedri. Don't forget that."

Ferran wants to say something, but Pedri grabs his bag and runs out of the door.

"You're way out of line." He stops Eric at the corridor. "Stop giving Pedri your stupid advice."

"Stupid advice?" He laughs, "she's probably fucking that dude and you're on her side?"

"She's not like that."

"Just because you want her to help you go back to Sira doesn't mean she's a saint."

"Fucking stop, Eric." He yells. "Keep your problems away from Pedri and his relationship. Just because you weren't man enough for your ex doesn't mean Pedri is like you."

While the two of them yell at each other, Pedri is driving to your place. He needs to talk with you, Eric was right.

You're his girlfriend, and he needs his to feel respected. Thing he's not feeling right now.

He dials your number two times, both ending in voice mail. His anger just grows.

You and Kyle were talking in the parking lot. He needed to go back to the flower shop but also wanted to make sure you're okay.

"You can trust me, I'm not judging."

You feel your tears floot your eyes, you want to believe that Pedro was going through something and that this person who talks to you like that was not the man you love.

You hug your friend, crying in his chest. He didn't ask anything else, he knew you needed time.

"Hey, I'm here. Don't cry." His hands run up and down your back. Thing that smooth you a little.

"I don't know how to explain what's going on." You say, tears falling. "I'm just so confused."

"It's okay, you're okay now."

His hands hugging your body to gave you confort. Thing you can't seem to find.

You heard the loud noise of a car break. Making you turn your head. Pedro was looking at you from the inside of his car.

You push Kyle away from you, but his hands grab your arms. "Kyle, I think you need to go."

"What?" He's confused. Why would you ask him that? and why was your boyfriend looking like he could kill someone?

Pedri slams his car door. You let Kyle go. "Pedri, what are you doing?" You tried to grab his hand but he moved around you to where your friend is. You let a scream out when Pedro's fist impacts Kyle's cheek.

You freeze in shock. The man who's the least confrontational just punched your friend. And the worst part is that it is out of nowhere.

"What the actual fuck?" Kyle screams from the floor. Spitting blood. Lip cut open from the impact. "Are you fucking crazy?"

You can't register what he replied. When he turns around to you. You back off until your body hits his car.

"Get in the car." He grabs you by the wrist, not hurting you but making you walk. Your friend is on the floor, bleeding from the punch your boyfriend gave him.

Pedro puts the seat belt on you, your shock still there, like a fever dream.

You have a nauseous feeling. Just five minutes ago, you were crying about not knowing when he turned into this jealous boy and now he punched your friend.

The drive was silent. You feel hazy, closing your eyes. His breathing is heavy, his hands gripping the wheel so hard to make the leader squeak under his grip.

You feel the car stopping, opening your eyes to see that you're in his house. You don't want to exit the vehicle.

"You punched my friend." You whisper. "Pedro, que carajos?" (What the fuck?)

"Let's go inside." He get out to go to your side to open the door, but you press the lock button. "Y/n, don't play with me. Please get off."

"You punched my friend." You yell this time. "I want to go home. I'm not getting out."

"Get off." He unlocks the door with the control, but you again locked it. "Y/n, please."

"Are you out of your mind?" You ask, crying out of anxiety. "What is wrong with you? This is not you, I want to go."

His expression softens. It's like he's in a state of mind where he can't control himself. You're hyperventilating. Locked in his car.

"Princesa, por favor." He takes a few steps away. "I'm not hurting you, I will never. Just get off and let's talk."

He let you cry, feeling terrible for making you feel insecure around him. Making you feel like he's not your safe place.

"I'm fucking sorry." He says. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm not like that, I don't hurt people."

His hand hurts, his heart hurts, and his head hurts.

"Can you please get out of the car?"

You breathe a few times, and you unlock the car and open the door. He wants to have his arms around you.

You notice his hand is red. You know he's not hurting you. He won't. Never did, never will.

"Your hand."

"It doesn't matter."

You grab his wrist, guiding him inside of his house and to his bedroom. Once you're inside, you check for the aid kit.

With a baby wipe and alcohol you clean his hand, and his expression shows pain. You apply some cream to make it better.

"What's on your mind?" You ask, narrowed eyes. "You're not this person. You don't hit people. You don't do shit like this."

"I'm fucking sorry"

"Sorry is not enough."

"Don't say that."

"Pedro, tell me what's going on. Kyle and I have been friends since before you and I even met."

He can't look at you, eyes stick to the ground. You're someone who takes her friendships seriously. You love to nurse your friends, be there for them.

"If I'm with you, that means I'm not looking at any other dudes. Pedro you're the only one for me."

"And you're the only one for me." He finally looks at you. "I don't know what's going on, Eric and his stupid advice are ruining my mind."

"Why are you letting your friend who's bitter about his ex give you relationship advice?" You ask, angry. "Pedro, our relationship is only ours. You don't see me say that Sira or Karla are giving me advice on punching Gavi in the face because you're getting shipped on tik tok."

"I'm dumb. I'm fucking dumb for that."

You rub the rest of the cream, massaging the area to smooth his bruise.

"You're not dumb. You're such a smart man." You press a little harder than necessary, making him hiss. "So I need you to use that intelligence to understand that if you keep doing this shit, you're losing me."

His whole body tense, he can't see a day without you by his side. You're his ride or die. You're the person who taught him how to be a man.

"I can't lose you."

"Well, get your shit together then." You let his hand go, standing up. "Pedro, you're not this person, and I'm not staying if you chose to act like this from now on."

"I'm not, love, please don't go."

He hugs your waist, head on your belly. You feel his shoulders shake. He was crying at the thought of you leaving.

You don't hug him back. You don't caress his back. You don't feel like touching him more than you already did.

"You need to think of what you did. A few days apart will help."

You slowly push his arms away, you wanted to cry, but you know you have to wait till you're alone yo do it.

"Please no."

You got away from him. You take your phone out of your bag, call an Uber, and text your friend to see if you can crash her place.

Sira told you she was close to where you were, and she was picking you up. While that happened, you noticed Pedro crying into his hands.

You take a seat next to him. He's into the idea that he lost you. All because of something that he never even cared about.

"I'm leaving." You say after a while, Sira was outside. "Pedro, I need you to understand why this is happening, you need time to think and so do I."

You kiss his shoulder. Head still in his hands. You walk over to his front door. You want to keep composure, but you didn't even make it to the car when the tears began.

Sira didn't question you. She just started the car on her way to her house. Once you both are in her room, you're crying in her arms, letting all the pain go.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You nod, feeling better now that you let the tears out. She dried your tears with a tissue.

You tell her everything, how the situation went from him not wanting you to go to the party from him punching Kyle and yelling you that it was because of Eric and his advices.

"I'm sorry if this is not what you want to hear, but you should break up with him. He's becoming controlling, and that's not cute."

You shake your head no, you don't want to think about breaking up without fighting for the relationship to work.

"I can help him." You whisper. "He's just letting Eric get into his head."

"Y/n, he punched our friend over a stupid advice."

"He's not like that."

Sira decides to remain silent. She knows you're not hearing anybody. You're too attached to him to even consider the leaving option.

"Okay, I'm here for you whatever you decide."

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Ten days later and Pedro still hasn't heard from you.

He knows you were in Paris and horse riding with Sira. You were also doing other things with your classmates.

You answered his texts with a heart or with another emoji, but you won't answer his calls or FaceTime.

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"Can I have my sunglasses back?"

"No, they fit me better."

"We are wearing the same outfit." You laugh. "Hey I'm sure you will do amazing at your competition."

"I have the best cheerleader." She says, hugging and kissing your cheek. "I love you."

"Love you more." You hug her back. "Thank you for being the for me this past days, I needed that so much."

"Are you calling him today?"

"Yes, it's been almost two weeks, and I think we both had out time to think and calm down."

"Do you know how is him?"

"Gavi updates me on what he's on." You confess. "We been talking a lot, you know I love that kid like a little brother."

"He's nice." She agreed. "I love his eyebrows. They have life."

You both laugh, Gavi does have very active expression eyebrows. Thing that makes him even more memorable.

You return home, thanking her for the day with the horses. You take a shower to relax and think about what you're telling him.

He was doing a lot, sending flowers, texting you every day like he always does. Kyle and you were fine. He was just keeping a little distance for now because he's still very mad at him.

You were finishing your skincare routine when you heard a knock on the door. You ignore it, not wanting to go open the door.

But the knocks sound again after a few minutes, and you roll your eyes. Throwing a hoodie over and walking to the door.

You find a very happy Gavi. He was carrying a box of something and had another bag in his hands.

"Hola." He walks inside. Leaving the box and bag in the kitchen aisle. "I'm a messenger. And I have to give you this."

You check the things, a bag full of your favorite snacks and drinks. And the box is a dozen of your favorite pastries.

"Pedri?" You ask, bitting your lip happyly. "Thank you, messenger."

"I charge one of those." He points at the box. Making you roll your eyes in a funny way. "Please."

"Take two."

He did as told. Using a napkin as a plate.

"Want to see a movie now that you're here?" You smile.

"A scary movie?" He raised his eyebrow. Remembering your chat with Sira, you laugh.

"Yes, a scary movie."

He sends a picture to Pedri, letting him know that you got his message and that they were seeing a movie.

"So, how was Paris?"

"It was amazing, I saw Mbappé." You smile. "And it was a good game. They won."

You chat a little while the movie gets good. You were watching the last movie of the conjuring, the one that Pablo hasn't seen.

"Hey, why don't you come to the photoshot we have with this new kit.

"When is it?" You ask confused, thinking that they already did something like this. "Don't you already did that?"

"Yes, but I mean, they always want more content for social media."

"Is Pedro going?"

"Don't think so. He's in the social media team of Alyssa. We're with Antonia."

"Will go if you take me to his house after."

"Deal."

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You smile at the way Pablo and Alejandro shy out with the camera. They're getting scolded by Antonia.

"I'm sorry guys, but the last video I promise, just smile."

The day went fast. They filmed enough content for a while. Not wanting to keep doing it, Antonia let them go.

"Let's go, madame, we're heading to your prince charming house."

"Can I drive?" You ask, running to the pilot door. "I'm about to get my license."

"What if the police stop us?"

"Then you give them free tickets and we're free"

He laughs, throwing the keys at you. You were so excited about being able to drive. Pedri taught you how to do it. During those late night drives.

"Do you know the way?"

"Of course, my horse." You tap his nose with your finger. You love doing that cause of his facial expression. "Want to know a secret?"

"Si."

"Sira and I love how your eyebrows move depending on your mood."

He blushes, his ex used to say the same thing. His eyebrows had a life.

"They're my best card."

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He told you about the next games and how the team was training hard, things you're used to hearing because of Pedri.

"We're here," you announced to him, who was texting. "Thank you for the drive. Have fun, Pablito."

You both say your goodbyes, you enter Pedro's house with the spare key he gave you.

The house was silent, way too silent for your liking. You knew Fernando was in Tenerife with his parents, so you didn't really find weird not seeing him cooking or working on something.

You left your bag and key in the kitchen aisle, walking upstairs to look up for him.

The sound of the shower gave you an answer of where he was. You can see the steem coming out of the little door opening.

You take your shoes off, walking to the closet and changing into the pajama set you have there. You get into bed, making yourself comfortable in the sheets.

Not even five minutes later, you heard him moving into the bathroom, moving things, even singing lightly to a Quevedo song.

When he's out, he jumps a little, happy but surprised to see you there.

"Me has dejado cagado eh!" (You scare me)

"Perdón, I didn't want to interrupt your shower." You can't help but wonder your eyes up and down his body.

He smirked, walking to where you're to peck your lips. "I missed you. Let me change, and we can talk." You spank his ass when he turned around. "Oye, that's playing dirty."

He was giving you a show, walking around so you could peak at him while he changed. You turn your head so you can focus on the reason on why you were there.

But you didn't mind having an after sex talk with him. In the end, he was the one who needed to make it up to you.

"Ready, princesa." He jumps in bed. Arm around you. "I missed you so much, mi vida"

"So did I." You caress his almost dry hair. "How was your dar, amor?"

"Do you really want to know?" He laughs. "Or should we address the elephant in the room?"

"You're such an inpatient, Pedro." You pinch his cheek. "But yes, sit."

He sits, crossing his legs in front of you. You accommodate his hair, untangling his locks. He grabs your wrists, bringing your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

"I'm sorry." He began. "You're the most important person in my life. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let Eric advise me on relationships. But it's not on him. It's on me who did such crazy things like hitting your friend. I'm sorry, I don't want to lose you."

You grab his face, pushing him towards you. Lips collapsing. You fell into bed, lips still attached.

"Please don't do this again." You peck him. "I love you so much."

"I love you, princesa."

"Now love me in the way only you can."

"Will do." He laughs, kneeling and taking his shirt off while you unbutton your own.

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"Wooow, such a model." Pablo says, clapping his hands. "I like this one better than the black one."

"I like this one too." You say observing your reflection. "I think this is the one."

"Finally, I'm hungry."

You changed, not before taking a picture to send to your friends. You asked the girl that was helping you that you were taking the dress and to pack it up for you.

"I want Chinese. Do you want some?" You ask Gavi. He was on his phone with his mad face. "What's going on Pablito?"

"Nothing." He pout.

You pay for the dress and walk with him to the basement where the car is. He keeps this pouty face.

He parked at the Chinese restaurant that he liked the most. You want to talk to him about his mood.

You order the food, you text Pedri that you had the dress for the wedding. But what worries you is the boy in front of you.

"Pablito, mi vida. Tell me what's going on."

"I'm not sure, I'm talking with this girl, and we were fine, but these stupid rumors about me and other girls are ruining the chances I had."

"Don't worry, Pablito. You're such a kind-hearted dude. You just had to make her see who you really are."

"What can I do?" He asks, tired of trying and failing.

"Invite her to the wedding." You smile. "If she's from Barcelona, why not?"

"But, what if she says no?"

"You already have the no, but if you ask, you might get a yes."

"You're such a smart girl." He texts happily, asking you what to write and how to invite her properly.

You offer yourself to help his "friend" go get a dress or borrow her one of your own. He was happy with the offer, asking her about it to let her decide.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. If she needs help with the hair and makeup, I can help, I'm kinda good at that."

"Gracias, you're the best." He kisses your cheek. You say your goodbyes to him, hurrying upstairs yo try on the dress again and match it with some shoes.

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"Are you ready to go?" Pedri asks, kissing your cheek. "I'm obsessed with how you look."

You kiss him carefully because of the lipstick. You loved the way he made you feel like so special.

"Let's go, mi amor."

The drive to the venue was a little longer than you thought. You pictured the place being a little closer to his place than what actually is.

"I hope we find parking."

"It's kinda early."

Lucky for you, there were some available spots. You notice Gavi's car. You smile at the thought of him and his date. Hoping everything is well for him.

"Hola, you guys are early birds just like us I see."

To your luck, the table was full of people you know. Alejandro, Robert, Gavi and Eric, and Ferran.

"Una putada, early to a party but late for training." Pedri laughs, saying hi to all the table.

"Anna, Robert, you guys look amazing." You say, "Anna, I love that dress on you."

"Thank you, but what about you? You look like a movie star, shining all around."

"Thank you." You blush at her comments.

The party began not that much later. Many other playmates joined the venue. The party was great.

The bride and groom gave their welcome words, thanking everybody. Did their first dance and later on announced the food.

You made conversation with Ferran, asking him about something silly, while Pedri and Anna chatted about football.

After the food, the dance began, and so did the open bar. You wanted one drink but were too full to get it at the moment.

Ana and Robert were the ones who got to the dance floor first, inviting you all to the table to dance.

You followed them. Even when Pedri didn't like to dance, he would do it for you. "I love you." He kisses you while dancing with you.

You finally chose to go get that drink, Ferran with you because he was feeling some on the rocks.

When you go back, you notice Pedri sat down at the table talking with Alejandro. "Hey, I'm joining them, I'm resting a little." He nodded, grabbing the person he was dancing with again.

"Hola hola, got tired of dancing?" You joke with Pedri. He moves the chair for you, hugging you with his arm.

"Hey, Y/n." Alejandro called you, "how is college going on?"

"Good, I just finished with the curriculum, and we'll I'm working on other things."

"Nice, good for you."

"Excuse me, please." Gavi's date says, walking back to the table and picking up her purse.

Gavi hurried with her outside of the venue. You followed them with your eyes, worried that something might have gone wrong.

"Hey, I'll be back, I'm going to the bathroom." You tell pedri, he nods in response.

You walked outside to where Gavi and his date were, they were fighting about something and where this girl sees you, she reprimanded Gavi about it.

She walks away from the scene, Gavi turns to you, head low. "I fucking hate Eric." He says.

"What?" You hurry to his side. "What's going on, Pablito?"

"That fucking asshole told her that I had a crush on you. And that I have been in love with you since I met you. Que mierda?"

"He did what?"

"He fucking did, I'm going to punch him in the fucking face."

You stopped him, not wanting the party to be ruined about this. "Pablito no, not here. Please."

"He fucking deserves it." He yells.

"I know, but not here. Look, call her, explain.to her your feelings."

"She's not answering." He buffs.

"Try, Gavira." You hit him.in the head.

He dials her number several times, each getting into voice mail. You feel bad about what happened, angry at the asshole of Eric.

"What if you send a voice note to her inbox?"

"And say what?"

You ask for his phone, opening iMessage and searching for her name.

"How do you feel?" You ask, recording what he was about to say in a voice note.

"I just feel like an idiot because I've never met someone so special and someone so fucking pretty, super dedicated to what she does, and super smart, someone who every guy will die to be with. You're the only one I think about in the morning when I wake up, the one I want to call after training or have on the bleachers with my number on her back. You, just you."

You smile, finishing with the recording of the message. You know how important it is for him

"Qué mierda esta pasando?" Pedri asks.

Pablo turns to him. Pedri doesn't notice that what he said was for his date and not for you. "Pedro, it's not what you think."

"So this shit is not you telling my girlfriend you're in love with her?"

"Pedri, stop it." You warn him. "Not here. This is not like that."

"Will you shut up?" He said, eyes looking at Pablo and not at you. "I thought we were friends."

"This is not like that." Pablo yells. "Fucking idiot."

He pushes Pedri lightly, entering the venue again. Pedri turns to you, angry expression on his face.

"Let's go."

"You're so stupid if you think I'm leaving with you."

"Don't do this here. Let's go."

You wanted to leave before you get inside and scream at Eric for being such an asshole. "Let me get my things."

You walk inside and grab your things, Pablo was doing the same but when he noticed you he just asked you if you were okay.

"Yeah, we're leaving. Hope you solve things with her." You hug him goodbye. He sat while waiting for a few minutes till you left.

You walk outside, pedri already has the car in front of the door. You debate actually going with him.

"Get in, we're going to my place. You have some explaining to give."

You walk over to the door, slamming it when you get in. you were mad about everything, the ruined night, he being rude to you, rude to Pablo. Eric fucking up as always and Pedro following the train.

"You're such an asshole." You finally say. "You don't even know what the fuck happened and already jumped into conclusions."

"Don't try to defend him."

"I'm not, but you're so out of line, Pedro."

"Don't defend him, y/n."

"He was talking with his date over a voice note because Eric told her that he had a crush on me which is a fucking lie."

"It's not."

"It is, Pedro." You yell, angry at him. "I helped him with the invitation, with getting her a dress, with everything for him to get the girl, if he had a crush on me why would he do that?"

"You did?'

"Yes." You answer like it's obvious. "Pablo is like a little brother to me, you know that. He's your friend, a better one than Eric. Fucking stop with the attitude."

You both stayed silent until you reached his house. When the garage door closes, you immediately get out of the car.

"You were so out of line, you ruined the night for you, for me and for Pablo. I'm so fucking tires of this."

"Stop"

"No, I want to change and to sleep, my night is ruined, and so is yours. Maybe tomorrow you can fix things.

You walk upstairs, grabbing your makeup remover, some towels, your pajamas and other things, and moving yo Fernando's room.

You definitely were not sleeping, wanting to cry and to scream but just cried. He felt the frustration of the night. Pulling an all-nighter, just like you.

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Two days later, you were waiting for Pedro at his house. You wanted to fix things between Pablo and him. You want their friendship to heal. Even tho your relationship was kinda still not well from the last fight.

Pablo was showing you something, his shoulder sticker to yours so you both see the tik tok. You grap your arm around his shoulder, thing you always do.

Pedro was outside doing something with the social media team, or so you thought. He was looking at the two of you from his front door. He was mad about something someone told him.

Wanting to come home and rest and find you two glued to each other was annoying to him. Especially because he was still mad at Gavi.

He clears his throat, making you turn and smile at him.

"Hola." You greet him.

You were expecting him to do the same with you, but he didn't. He just ignored you and went upstairs.

Pablo kept his mouth shut, his teeth clenched because he didn't think that was the way he was supposed to be treating you.

"Maybe he's just mad." You excuse him, thing you do pretty often lately. "Or maybe just tired."

"That doesn't give him the right." Pablo gets up from the couch. "Let's just go, I don't want to be here."

"Wait for me in the car? I just want to get something."

He wants to tell you no and take you to the car. But he also respects your decisions. "Okay, I'll be waiting."

You walk upstairs, following Pedri. His room door was open. He was taking his dirty clothes out of his training bag.

"What was that?" You ask, sitting on his bed. "That was rude."

"Rude is you coming here trying to fix something that I dont want to." He was angry, his voice was low. "Why is he here? I didn't invite him."

You were angry. He was becoming this rude person to you and to his friends.

"Why are you talking like that?" His words were hurting you. It's like a wake-up call you were not ready to answer.

"Because it's the truth, you bring him here uninvited." He shouts.

"What are you even on, Pedro?" You shout, too. "I take time out of my day to fix the shit you have done and try to make things right with our friend because you can't seem to do it."

"Then fucking leave, come back when you can respect my house. Maybe not dressed like that."

You look down at your outfit. You are wearing a tennis skirt with a tank top, the day was hot, you weren't going to wear pants and a long sleeve.

"What about my clothes?"

"Nothing, please go."

"No, what about my clothes? Do you have a problem with the way I dress?"

"I do. Go, come back well dressed."

You laugh, making him turn to you. Angry expression on his face. "You're not going to tell me how to dress. Or who to be friends with, you're my boyfriend Pedro, not my father."

"Yes, your boyfriend, and you should respect me more."

"I have never disrespected you." You yell. "You just fucking did.! You have been doing so often. it's like a habit now. And I'm not going to let you do that to me."

"I'm having a bad fucking day, don't make it even worse."

Sira's words were echoing in your head. <You should break up with him. He's becoming controlling. And that's not cute.>

"Sira was right, I should have broken up with you the day you hit my friend." You say, angry at him. "I'm done."

"What?" His expression changed, even his tone of voice.

"You punched Kyle over nothing. You had a fight with Pablo for God's sake. This is not healthy anymore." You began.

You tried your best to heal what needed to heal in the relationship, but bandaids don't fix bullet holes, specifically if the one that's shooting keeps doing it.

"I can't do this." You wanted to cry but wont. "I excuse you with my friends, I humiliate myself for you, trying to save your image of a good boyfriend. And you just can't seem to change. I'm done for good."

"Don't do this." He tries to get closer, but you push him. "Amor."

"Why are you blaming me? You've been so controlling with my friends, with me. And now clothes are a problem? No, I'm done."

You exit the room. Leaving him speechless. He didn't notice how his actions were breaking the relationship.

"Y/n, wait." He runs downstairs.

You got in the car, asking Pablo to drive.

When Pedro made it to his front door, the car was already moving. He couldn't stop it. You were gone.

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Words: 2545 |Warning:Dead Dove:Do Not Eat, Age Play, SubSpace, Pacifier Using, Dub-Con, Praise Kink| Pedri x Gavi

Pedri felt like the worst person in the world when he felt excited by something as horrible as that. Because what was supposed to be innocent, a habit of Gavi's to cure his anxiety, became a fetish of Pedri's that made his sick head explode, his pants tightened every time he saw his boyfriend with a pacifier in his mouth

Gavi had told Pedri about his habit of using a pacifier at the beginning of their relationship, he used them when he felt anxious, he used them when he was alone, wrapped in a blanket while watching something cool on television

This turbulent start to the season made Gavi's anxiety increase, he felt mentally drained and every time he got home, he just changed into comfortable pajamas, put a pacifier in his mouth and wrapped himself in a blanket. Pedri was by Gavi's side at these moments, always calming him, letting him put his head on his chest while stroking his brown hair until he fell asleep, with the pacifier still in his mouth.

It was adorable, but the adorable became erotic in Pedri's head, what was supposed to be a comfort for Gavi became the dark fetish in Pedri's mind, he imagined Gavi below him, crying from overstimulation, asking Pedri to stop investing in him and Pedri puts the pacifier in his mouth, telling him to act like a big boy and not like a brat

Pedri took a deep breath as he saw his boy watching television with the pacifier in his mouth, he looked so small wearing a sweatshirt much larger than his body. Pedri could feel the comfort that Gavi was feeling, away from the outside world just focusing on Pedri. The older man didn't hold back when he hugged Gavi's waist and pulled him onto his lap, the boy mumbled in confusion, not speaking because of the pacifier in his mouth, Pedri started kissing Gavi's neck, delicate kisses on the sensitive spot on his chest. neck that made him moan. It was so wrong to feel hard listening to the moans being blocked by the pacifier, Gavi was so sensitive and pliant, submissive when he was alone with Pedri. As if he didn't need to think anymore, Gavi already thought a lot about the outside world, he didn't have to make much mental effort since Pedri could do that for him, Pedri thinks for Gavi when they are alone and that's what matters, Gavi likes that

"You look so cute when you have a pacifier" Pedri whispered and kissed his boyfriend's neck again "So beautiful, perfect, my perfect boy"

Gavi tried to speak but only babbling came out, he whimpered when his nipples were squeezed by Pedri's fingers, Gavi's hips began to move in an uncoordinated way even as Gavi babbled. Pedri then took the pacifier out of his boyfriend's mouth, looking closely at his boy's pink lips.

"S-strange..." Gavi said, his voice was bashful, his brown eyes watering "P-pepi, w-what's going on??"

"Like this?" Pedri asked holding Gavi's hips making him stop moving, he whimpered at that

"I-I feel strange, it hurts" Oh...Pedri understood what Gavi meant. This was so wrong but so wrong. This couldn't be happening, his boyfriend couldn't have the same desires as Pedri, but apparently he did, and he was doing so well

"Where does it hurt, baby?? Show me" Pedri asked and Gavi held his big hand and guided it to his cock hidden in a pair of white boxers under his big sweatshirt

"H-here, what-is this??" Gavi asked innocently, Pedri lightly squeezed the boy's cock who whimpered "A-ah, Pepi what are you doing??"

"Shhhh, it's okay, baby. Do you want me to make this pain go away??" Pedri asked the boy who nodded, the older one put the pacifier back in Gavi's mouth and laid him on the bed, staying on top. "You're going to behave, aren't you??"

Gavi nodded, and Pedri took off Gavi's boxers without him complaining, after which Pedri pulled up Gavi's sweatshirt showing his leaking dick and his pale belly that was smeared with pre-cum.

He wrapped his hand around it, going up and down on Gavi's dick and bit his lower lip, swallowing a moan after hearing the boy whimper and moan. He was perfect, his Gavi was beautiful, his cheeks were red, his eyes were full of tears while he had a blue pacifier in his mouth, he was perfect, his boyfriend was the most beautiful thing in the world and he was exactly as Pedri imagined, underneath it

Pedri lowered his hand, his fingers dirty with pre-cum, to Gavi's hole, touching the edge and inserting just the tip of his finger, paying close attention to the boy's reactions. He whimpered in pain, tears streaming down his face making Gavi even more beautiful in Pedri's view. Pedri took the pacifier out of the boy's mouth only to openly hear the sweet moans when Pedri inserted his entire finger into the hole.

"P-Pepi" Gavi shouted scared, his dick leaking more and getting dirty on his stomach, Pedri could tell he was enjoying it "It hurts"

Pedri leaned over and left little kisses all over Gavi's face, on his cheeks wet with tears, on his forehead and on the tip of his nose.

"You said you wanted the pain to stop, didn't you, little one?" Gavi agreed between moans as Pedri's finger fucked him slowly "With words"

"Y-yes"

"Then I'll stop your pain, baby. You just need to be quiet and act like a big boy, okay??" Gavi agreed, and his mouth was covered with a pacifier.

Pedri continued using his finger, fucking him faster and then adding one more to the tight entrance. It was music to Pedri's ears just as it was a perfect work of art to see Gavi in ​​that state, so submissive and vulnerable. He had entered the age game very well, and Gavi was being so convincing that Pedri wondered if it was really an act. Gavi acted like an innocent boy who had never been touched, and Pedri felt sick for loving that, he felt more excited to explore this new side of Gavi

The boy's moans increased more as did the tears of pleasure coming from the sensitive boy, Pedri kept saying how good Gavi was, that Gavi was perfect for accepting Pedri so well and that he was acting like a big boy. With that Gavi came on his stomach, dirtying part of his sweatshirt and making Pedri even more excited. Pedri smiled and left a kiss on Gavi's ear before whispering

"You can't tell anyone that I did this to you, little one. You know what could happen if someone finds out, don't you??" Gavi cried, this time feeling a pain of sensitivity, his body was more sensitive than normal and with each touch from Pedri, more tears came out of his eyes

Gavi complained beneath Pedri, trying to get away from the older man's touch, but Pedri pressed him to the mattress with his own body, pinning him to the bed. It wasn't the first time that Pedri left Gavi at his mercy using his strength, it was something common. Pedri liked this, arresting Gavi and forcing him to do things that at first he doesn't like but then starts to like because he never resists Pedri, he always gets hard again even when his limits have been exceeded

It was this feeling of domination that Pedri already had in his body that he had already gotten used to, that Pedri thought was the only thing that would excite him was to hold Gavi and force him until he became more submissive to him, making Gavi forget his own discomfort to stand still beautifully for Pedri to use

Gavi didn't have any strength in his body at that moment, he had gotten into that character well. His brain was smooth as a cloud, subspace was common for Gavi, but it had never been like that. Gavi was pretending at the beginning of everything, getting into the character he knew Pedri would like to see, Gavi knew his boyfriend, he saw Pedri's erections when he stared at him while the younger one used his pacifier, it was so perverted

Gavi wondered what Pedri was thinking, he wondered if Pedri had a fetish just for pacifiers or if it was something much dirtier and wrong than that. And it was, Pedri was much dirtier, it wasn't a simple fetish for seeing Gavi with a pacifier, it was much more than that and Gavi was also perverted and sick for wanting to get into this character

At that moment, what was supposed to be an act, became something very spontaneous. Because Gavi was involuntary, he cried involuntarily, as if he forgot all the sexual experience he had throughout his life to become an innocent boy being depraved by Pedri, his innocence being ripped away with Pedri's soft voice saying that he he was a good boy.

Pedri continued using his fingers on Gavi, forgetting his own pleasure just to observe how submissive his boyfriend was. He was sure it wasn't an act anymore, when he took the pacifier out of the boy's mouth he noticed that he was slurring words, as if he couldn't speak properly. He just cried and moaned

"P-Pepi..."Pedri managed to understand that amid several painful moans and whimpers if Gavi

"What it was??" Pedri questioned taking his fingers out of Gavi only to release his cock from inside his sweatpants. He groaned in relief as he eased his length from his tight pants and almost laughed when he saw Gavi's startled expression, his eyes wide with surprise and his mouth half open.

Gavi gets more scared when he notices the tip passing through his hole, pressing without actually entering Gavi. He was scared, his clouded and innocent mind not knowing what Pedri was going to do to him "Pepi, what are you doing?" Gavi asked with fear, his mind was just that of an innocent boy without knowing what a big man like Pedri would do to a little boy like Gavi

Little...that's how Gavi felt. A little, innocent and stupid boy who didn't think straight and who let Pedri do everything for him. Controlling his body, putting the pacifier in his mouth and taking it out whenever he wants, Gavi had no strength in his limbs and that's why Pedri pinned him to the bed, forcing him to stay there and accept whatever Pedri wanted to give.

"Shhh, be quiet. Are you going to be a bad boy and complain or are you going to be quiet for me like a good boy??" Pedri asked, Gavi, manipulated by the words, sniffled because of his crying. He didn't want to be a bad boy, he wanted to be good, he wanted to be a good boy for Pedri even though he didn't know what he was doing

"I-I'll be quiet" Pedri patted the soft skin of Gavi's face twice and slowly inserted the tip into Gavi's entrance. He cried in pain, writhing beneath Pedri and the older man angrily put the pacifier in Gavi's mouth without the same delicacy as before.

"You said you would keep quiet, you are not a good boy, Gavi" Pedri thrust himself inside Gavi without caring much about his pain, the stretching was painful and very stimulating for Gavi's soft mind, and for Pedri, it was more More than satisfying to have more control over him, I could enjoy just seeing Gavi in ​​that state

Gavi stopped squirming, he couldn't be a bad boy with the only person who knew how to take care of Gavi, who thought for him and who knew perfectly well what he was doing. Pedri was big, Gavi wasn't big, he was small, defenseless and didn't know how to think about anything else. Pedri was superior to him and being without Pedri would be very bad.

Pedri began to move, thrusting slowly while holding tightly to the boy's waist below him, leaving marks that Gavi would later be proud to carry on his body. He burned, but if Pedri was there it was because everything was okay, he wouldn't hurt Gavi, everything was okay. Pedri accelerated his thrusts, hitting Gavi's prostate hard. The boy's cock hardening, starting to feel pleasure

The strong thrusts into Gavi's hole, watching Gavi so perfect lying down and taking Pedri perfectly was enough for him to reach his orgasm, cumming deep inside the boy who rolled his eyes when he felt the door inside him. But Gavi hadn't managed to cum, so Pedri got out of Gavi and once again put his fingers inside the stretched boy, smearing his fingers with cum, making a mess on the mattress.

Pedri fucked him harder with his fingers, 3 easily moving in and out of Gavi quickly, abusing the hole hard until he reached his second orgasm of the night. Pedri still wasn't tired of seeing Gavi cry anymore, of seeing him sniffle and writhe beneath him. He continued, using his fingers with the same force making the boy actually cry more, he sobbed. You could hear the desperate sobs hidden by the pacifier

"Hold on, you'll handle it" Pedri said, taking the pacifier out of Gavi's mouth, holding the boy's jaw tightly. "You're going to be my good boy, aren't you??"

Gavi couldn't respond, he was so sensitive, everything hurt in his sensitive body, Pedri's sweet voice had a frightening malice, mixed with an evil that made little Gavi scared. He was afraid of what Pedri could do to a little boy like Gavi

"S-sorry, s-sorry, Pepi" Gavi said amid desperate sobs and unstoppable tears. Everything was a mess, he felt like he could pass out at any minute, his body was spasming from the stimulation. It was a lot for a little boy like Gavi to deal with.

"You're not a big boy, you're a little boy. My little boy, aren't you??" Gavi nodded, his head nodding without being able to say anything because Pedri had once again put the pacifier in his mouth.

When Gavi came for the second time, he felt like he couldn't take it anymore. His eyes were heavy and closed, his body limp and tears were still coming out of his eyes. Pedri slowly removed his fingers from the boy and paid attention to what he had done, the result of his domination

He was still crying, thinking he was a little boy, he was still in Subspace and for a moment, the sane part of his mind felt guilty for leaving him in such a deplorable state. Pedri gently wiped Gavi's tears with his clean hand, leaving delicate kisses all over his boyfriend's flushed face.

"You did so well, my good boy" Pedri praised after leaving a soft kiss on top of the pacifier. The boy was so tired, his body was still sensitive but Pedri would know how to take care of him, he was Pedri's little boy after all. And so he fell asleep, under Pedri's delicate touches on his skin, caring for the boy he broke.

#gavi/pedri #drabble #pedgavi #gadri #dead dove #smut #tw dubcon #tw age play #pwp #pedri x gavi

[pedripepinillo]

Kiss prompt “come back to bed” with pedri please!! I love your writings btw <33

“come back to bed.” con pedri y gavi:

advertencia: decidí hacerlos juntos, espero no les moleste anons <3

pedri:

las mañanas junto a tu novio podrían ser consideradas la mejor sensación de todo el mundo. pensabas que despertar a su lado era lo único que podía hacerte sentir bien, pues su compañía lo era todo para ti.

luego de una noche excepcionalmente larga, donde reinó el amor y las caricias vagas por tu piel, habías decidido despertarte temprano para hacerle el desayuno a pedri.

justamente te estabas levantando de la cama cuando sentiste una mano prominente tomar tu mano.

“¿a dónde vas? regresa a la cama” su voz ronca por dormir tanto te estremeció, cada vez te enamorabas más de él.

“haré el desayuno.” dijiste simple, soltando su mano para encaminarte a la cocina.

“pero yo quiero que te quedes aquí conmigo.” pidió, sus ojitos casi cerrados porque le molestaba la luz del sol que se colaba por la ventana abierta.

“pero debemos desayunar.” murmuraste y pedri se sentó en la cama por fin, sus manos viajaron a tu torso desnudo y te acercó a su cuerpo para luego besar tu frente.

“no quiero, quédate otro rato más conmigo, por favor.” dijo y vos asentiste.

su toque recayó en tu nuca, donde te acercó hasta sus labios para besarte en un beso paciente y lleno de amor.

tus manos se dirigieron a sus mechones azabache y aquel beso se sintió como el primero de muchos de aquel día.

amabas besarlo, pero amabas aún más cuando él te besaba por cuenta propia.

“¿podemos quedarnos un ratito más así? solo quiero estar junto a ti.” dijo y vos asentiste. ahora te acomodabas en su pecho y era ideal porque emanaba un calor hogareño.

gavi:

“entonces le dije que no era justo porque yo también había pagado la cena. te juro que no vuelvo a salir con ansu”

tu novio te platicaba sobre su semana, había estado ocupado con partidos y salidas con él equipo, así que cuando se enteró que tenía tiempo libre, decidió hacer una pijamada contigo.

amaban estar juntos.

“pablo, pero si te comiste como ochenta empanadas y dividieron la cuenta entre todos, vos fuiste el que comió más entonces no es justo para los demás pagar por tu comida…”

“¿estás de su lado? creí que me apoyarías”

rodaste los ojos mientras colocabas la mascarilla de aloe vera en el rostro de tu novio. pablo se dejaba hacer con vos, literalmente adoraba todo el tiempo que pasaban juntos incluso si eso significaba hacer “cosas de chicas” contigo.

“estoy de tu lado, pero no creo que sea justo eso, yo también me enfadaría si me hicieran pagar tanta comida que ni siquiera yo comí.”

“te amo tanto, pero no tienes razón.” suspiraste cuando pablo dijo aquello.

continuaste colocando la mascarilla en su rostro tibio, el contraste del producto frío le hacía escalofríos.

te removiste bajo su toque apretado, así que pablo te miró con confusión.

“¿a dónde vas?” preguntó cuando notó que te estabas levantando de sobre su regazo.

“a hacerme el skincare”

“¿y eso que es?” preguntó con el rostro en una mueca, la mascarilla se le escurría por los lados y te daba risa mirarlo tan lindo.

“me voy a lavar la cara para dormir bien” dijiste y él negó.

“no, mejor quédate aquí conmigo porque de todos modos vas a dormir bien si estoy aquí.”

“pablo-”

no pudiste decir nada más porque sus labios se impactaron contra los tuyos en un beso rudo y al mismo tiempo inexperto.

te tomó por la cintura y te acercó más a su cuerpo, te habías sentado a horcajadas sobre su regazo, y podías sentir sus manos hundiéndose en tu piel sensible por el frío.

“no te vayas.” dijo cuando se separaron.

sonreíste, cada vez te sorprendía más. “pero debo hacerme lo de la cara…”

“regresa a la cama, por favor” pidió y besó tu mano para convencerte.

accediste de inmediato, amabas los besos de tu novio, de cualquier forma y en cualquier presentación, incluso si implicaban dejar de hacer tu rutina para estar junto a él.

#fc barça #barça tumblr. #pedri #pedripepinillo #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri headcanons #pedri blurb #pedri fluff #pedri imagine #pedro gonzález lópez #pedri angst #pedri smut #pedri x you #pedri tumblr #pedriandgavi #gavi #pedri x gavi #gavi blurb #gavi barça #gavi barcelona #gavi imagine #pablo gavi #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi x you #gavi fanfic #pablo gavi headcanons #gavi headcanons #gavi x pedri

[futbolfanficpunk]

Pedri gets a friend

Players: Pedri and Gavi Words: 700+ Main theme: Bromance It was winter in Barcelona, Pedri was finally getting better from his long injury after the Olympics. Xavi was now the coach, the team was slowly working on getting back to Tiki-Taka style of play for Barça and Pedri was running at la Ciutat Esportiva with his two physios, almost ready to get back to the group. He looked around, and felt kind of lonely being apart from everyone.

Since the summer Pedri had gotten closer to Eric, spending time during the Euros, in the club, Tokyo Olympics, and sometimes giving Pedri a ride home back when he didn’t have his license. They talked quite a lot during trainings and hung out after training at least once a week but even though they were close, out of everyone in the group, Pedri wasn’t his best friend. Pedri was close to Trincão during his first year, but not outside the club hours though. if anyone was his closest friend during his time in Barcelona, it was his brother, Fernando. Not anyone at the club. There were people in the team who seemed to be closer than most, like Ansu and Eric, Frenkie and Memphis, Nico and Gavi, but Pedri did not have a teammate that he felt a strong connection to, even though Eric had become a good friend. Just after the Christmas break, while in the dressing room, Pedri overheard Nico complain that he had to drop off Gavi at La Masia, yet again. Nico was going out on a date and Gavi was making him late. “Hey, Gavi! I can drop you off, if you want” Pedri said without thinking about it much. “Vale, sí, I don’t want to hear this gilipollas complain anymore” responded Gavi, making Pedri chuckle. Nico said “Gracias, Pedri, I’m glad you can be the babysitter tonight”.  Gavi punched Nico’s left arm. 

The tiktokers and fans were waiting outside and they pulled out of Ciutat Esportiva. Pedri stopped to sign some autographs and take pictures. Gavi didn’t particularly like it, all those strangers in his face, but the memory of being a fan was fresh in his mind, so he took the time to lower his window as well and do the same. After a minute they were out of there.

 “Joder, I’m still not too used to that” said Gavi, taking his hand to the back of his neck with an awkward smile. “Yes, it took me a while, because it’s not like it was in Las Palmas. It’s intense here” said Pedri. “Yea, Barca B shit is nowhere near that” Gavi replied. And they spent the 15 minutes from Ciutat Esportiva to La Masia talking about their experiences of going from being virtually unknown to a not having a lot of privacy as a Barca player, they surprised each other on how  similarly they both viewed the whole thing, the awkwardness they felt but also how they both did not care about the fame game at all. Pedri felt like maybe, he hadn’t thought of Gavi as a potencial mate or friend because of how young he was and how intense he was a training but maybe Gavi could be cool to get to know, he thought as he dropped him off and waved good night.

When Pedri got home to Fernando, he asked Pedri how his day at training went. He explained that he was about to join the group trainings, injury was 99% done with, but he was the most excited to tell him that he spent some time with Gavi today. “Gavi, the 17 year old with the undone shoelaces? You think he’s cool?” Fernando said with an incredulous face. “Yea, he seems very down to earth, and kinda mature for his age….I think” Pedri said while raising his shoulders. “Well, que guay, maybe you won’t be Eric’s bitch anymore” said Fernando as he laughed “Oh, shut up!” screamed Pedri.

Just then his phone lite up and made a noise “@pablogavi sent you a message”, Pedri opened his instagram’s DM. “Hey Pedri, Thanks for the ride, bro. Here’s my number, I don’t think you have it, +34***********”Maybe another Nico-substitution is not out of the question for another day, por fa?”

“I think I made a new friend” Pedri said to himself with a grin on his face.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #gavi #pablo gavi #football imagine #football fanfic #football fandom #futbol fan fiction #futbol imagine #futbol fan fic #football fantasy #futbol fantasy #pedri x gavi #bromance #fanfic #pedri imagine #gavi imagine

[yudgefudge]

Footballers when their best friend and/or boyfriend is sick

(you can perceive this as romantic or platonic idgaf LOL)

mount: gets way too into trying to do everything for reece. makes noodle soup, texts everyone saying reece’s sick, offers to help him shower (is rejected). at the end of it all, reece is just like “actually can you just sit here and chat with me?” and mason does.

reece: when mount is sick it’s like all the energy in reece dies. Reece has nothing to do the whole day, he just sits there and watches mason sleep, and whenever mason wakes up, reece just coaxes him back to sleep again. once, mason asked why reece keeps him asleep. reece replied with “because it hurts to see you sick and awake”.

erling: “jude can you stand” “yes” “let’s go for training then” then leaves and expects jude to follow

jude: erling being sick is just a long game of trying to get him to stay in bed instead of go for training while he’s literally dying????

martial: makes fun of the fact sancho won’t get out of bed and calls him weak, but once sancho does that sick person multiple-cough everything changes. suddenly martial is in bed with him, caressing his forehead and singing french lullabies. he will NOT talk about it the next day.

sancho: martial keeps trying to pretend he’s not sick so sancho rolls with it. Then martial coughs, then starts begging for hugs. sancho sighs and hugs him anyways.

pedri: if gavi is sick pedri just sits by his bedside the whole time. Gavi is a whiny little bitch when he’s sick tho so pedri’s gonna run a lot of errands, but he does all of them happily :)

gavi: when pedri is sick gavi just cries. A lot. Pedri will cough and he just bursts into tears and acts like pedri being sick is his fault??? Like gavi will be sobbing his life out and pedri’s just like “I just wanted you to turn down the ac…”

#this is the shittiest of my shitposts btw #I wanted to do lukamos for max but I couldnt think of anything funny enough T-T #shitpost #textpost #football #reece james x mason mount #reece james #mason mount #erling haaland x jude bellingham #jude bellingham #erling haaland #anthony martial x jadon sancho #anthony martial #jadon sancho #pedri x gavi #pedri #gavi

[lonavy]

Gavi x Pedri car drabble

Yesterday Pablo got his car. His own. After finally passing that damned test he had his license and yesterday the BMW that had been agreed on half a year ago with the sponsors was officially his and standing in front of his garage. The keys were currently lying on the shelf next to the front door.

It was a nice car, really. The sun reflected bright on the dark metal. Pablo saw his own shadow on it as he walked by. A sense of pride tingled beneath his skin. He felt silly, but wasn‘t everyone proud of their first car?

He had his own car and his keys were currently inside his house as he opened the door and still slid into the passenger seat of the blue Golf. He smiled at Pedro who greeted him and slowly gave gas after making sure Pablo secured his seatbelt first. Pedro’s rap-music played in the background and cool morning air came through the open windows, making strands of their hair fly in the wind. This is what they have been doing for years.

And as Pablo watched the city pass by and people cross the street at a green light he felt content.

„Tomorrow I will drive you“, he said with a certainty in his voice.

Pedro laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling. „Okay.“

#pedri x gavi #oh there’s a tag for them i‘m suprised #pedri #pablo gavi #fc barca #they are idiots #i felt the sudden urge to write about them sorry #idk which cars they have #but i remember all the girlies having a breakdown over gavi getting his own car lmao #i forgot this tumblr existed so i arose from the dead

[tl-trashtalk]

Relationship: Pedro González López/Pablo Martín Páez Gavira

Additional Tags: Post-Match, Couch Cuddles, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Gavi's Goal Dedication But Make It Romantic, Kitchens are for lovers, Short & Sweet, FC Barcelona

Summary:

“You dedicated your goal to me,” Pedri states, trying to hold back a grin. Gavi shrugs noncommittally, eyes flicking over to the T.V.

#my writing #my fan fic #my fic #pedri x gavi #pedri x gavi fic #pedri gonzalez #pablo gavi #gavi

[purinfelix]

plsplsplspslpsl write calling bf barca boys (pedri, fermin, joao) + jude bellingham "bro"

"bro"

featuring: pedri, fermin, joao, gavi (i had to include my bby sorryyy!) and jude warnings: teensy bit cringe at times, be warned ...

a/n: once again apologising for being ia, but an eternal thank you to anon and every one else who's still interacting with me and sending me requests!! trying my best to get through them, thank you all for your patience &lt;333

You don’t remember how it had happened honestly, the two of you had just been hanging out in his bedroom, a situation you had come to find comfort in since its frequency had become almost like a routine to the two of you. The air outside was cool, giving the two of you an excuse to curl up together under the blanket and binge watch episodes of your favourite show in a comfortable silence. That was, of course, until you heard the chime of your phone - causing you to perk up out of your boyfriends arms.

“Bro, could you get that for me?”

Pedri

Honestly he doesn’t think much of it at first, since your guys’ relationship has always been pretty casual in the way that you both trust each other enough not to overreact. He reckons that it probably slipped out by accident, and given that it’s what most of his teammates and friends call him, he doesn’t react that much. Sure, he noticed it, and filed it away to the back of his mind as a sign that you might be mad with him but he’s a pretty calm boyfriend only offers an amused eyebrow raise.

It’s only when he leans over and grabs your phone do you realise what you’ve said - but only decide to double down on it to get a reaction out of him.

“Thanks bro,” you say as nonchalantly as you can manage when he hands you your phone, immediately going to respond to whatever message had caused the notification sound. And at first it seems like he’s not going to indulge your obvious bait for a reaction - of course until you hear the rustle of bed sheets and his strong arm snake around your waist.

He lets out a soft mumble that roughly translates to - “What is it baby?” - as he buries his face into the crook of your neck in a loving, yet almost pleading manner. It doesn’t take long for you to give in to his charms.

“I’m only messing with you,” you giggle, patting the top of his head reassuringly.

Fermin

If there’s one thing you know about Fermin, it’s that he’s observant. However, another thing about him is that he’s a sly little shit. So whenever he feels he can sense you trying to prod at his temper it only ends in him serving you back your own attitude.

“Of course, bro,” he says, and even though you’re not looking at him as he turns to grab your phone, you can tell he has a wide smirk spread across his face.

You only give him a knowing look, and try your best to maintain your composure while stifling your laughter - but the minute he drops your phone into your hands you know he’s not going to back down on this.

“Thanks, dude,” you quip.

“Any time, my man.”

Silence, and you’re trying to figure out your next comeback while ignoring the weird way him calling you ‘my man’ made you feel. You feel oddly stupid for starting a game you know you couldn’t keep up with, but luckily your boyfriend has already caught wind of this by the look of amusement on his face.

“Something wrong, mate?” he chuckles as he leans over to peck your lips that you hadn’t realised had formed a pout. All you can do is sigh in faux-exhaustion before erupting into a fit of laughter.

Joao

It’s only once he’s reached over to grab your phone, that he clocks the odd new nickname. Immediately, but silently, his mind starts racing through the possible reasons as to why you’ve bestowed it upon him - did he do something wrong? He did only kiss you twice before leaving for training that morning, and he did accidentally move away from you when the two of you were cuddling earlier. He’s worried, but he’s also up to play your game if need be.

His grip on your phone tightens, and you hear his voice low, daring - “What was that darling?”

You truly meant it as an accident this time, and he manages to snap you out of it with his words. “Oh, sorry, babe,” you correct yourself and he nods as if to silently say that’s better.

You get your phone from him, and a quick kiss on the cheek before he settles back to wrapping his arms around you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck so he can look at your phone next to you.

Gavi

Whilst something like being called “bro” might not matter to most other guys, it definitely did to your boyfriend. His reaction to your words was immediate, his head whipping up from where he had been laying beside you, eyes round and pleading.

“What?” his voice was quiet, almost unbelieving and you had to try your best not to laugh at how dramatic your boyfriend’s reaction was. Still, a small chuckle escapes your lips, only making you feel worse as a small pout forms from his lips.

“Sorry, it slipped out,” you reassure him, reaching up a hand to stroke his cheek lovingly. He furrows his brows as if to pose the question - are you sure? But you only take this as a sign to mess with him, just a little more.

“What, you don’t like me calling you bro?” You’ve completely forgotten about your phone at this point.

“No, definitely not.” He’s oddly serious when he says this, but this only adds to how amused you are by this situation.

“Alright baby,” you hum out your apology, trying your best to further express this through your thumb on his cheek - and luckily he seems to get the message. Before you know it, he’s melted back into your arms, your fingers curling lazily around his hair.

Jude

“What?”

Jude is quick with it, turning to you immediately as soon as the word leaves your mouth with an expression that makes you realise your mistake all too quickly.

“Bro?” he asks again, almost daring you to repeat it, but the shocked laugh he lets out reassures you he isn’t taking it to seriously - only getting an unfair amount of amusement from your mistake.

“Whatever, babe, there,” you say in mock-annoyance, not wanting to let him get the better of you.

“Nuh-uh, you called me bro,” he pushed, leaning in close to you, his voice teasing.

“It was an accident, okay?”

“Sure,” he hums, finally grabbing your phone and handing it to you, all the while having a stupid smirk on his face, “I’ll just have to start calling you mate or something, yeah?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you mutter through pouted lips and he finally gives up the act, settling back by your side and pecking your cheek as an apology.

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Can I request something with Gavi being barely even home resulting to reader feeling lonely and empty? A fluffy ending please! Gracias a todos!

You're Losing Me (Gavi)

Summary: You and Gavi's relationship is slowly falling apart - and neither of you know how to save it.

Warnings: Angst. Toxic behavior. 

A/N: This request literally revived me so thank you. I’m so excited to write angst hopefully you like it! Also thank you guys for 1k notes on Surprise, here’s my gift to you. Please send requests!

Word count: 6.8k+

Masterlist

It was the fourth Tuesday in a row that you ate alone in your apartment. The fourth time Gavi had skipped out on your plans last minute, sending a quick half-hearted text about one event or the other.

The first time it was because Coach had asked Gavi to stay after practice, keen on teaching him the perfect one-touch shot. Then it was a missed dinner because Jordi Alba had invited him out with some other players, and he just couldn’t say no, because he was finally starting to feel like a part of the family - like the older players had finally started to respect him.

Of course you hadn’t minded the first few times, he had been apologetic enough, promising you that he would be there next time, but each next time took on the next week, and soon the prospect of next time didn’t hold as much meaning anymore. You were accustomed to reading those words by now, and you rarely took time to read over the dwindling text messages anymore, eyes only scanning for those two words, the ones that had become a staple in your relationship.

Next time.

Next time you would cook dinner for him and he would be there to eat it. Next time he would tell you he loved you in person, rather than getting an impassive ‘sorry cariño’. The thought of next time, which once seemed like a lifeline to you, had become a dull reminder of the boy who was just on the other side of the city, only a measly train ride separating you both. Yet the distance seemed much greater.

But now the football season was drawing to a close, and instead of being excited at the notion of having more time to spend together, you felt uneasy and on edge, almost as if you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, something to come up, making the distance between the two of you that much more tangible.  

You felt your phone buzz next to you and your eyes unintentionally went to the clock.

9:45 pm.

The texts were getting later and later each time.

You already knew what awaited you, but you couldn’t help but scan the message regardless.

“Can’t come tonight, only have a few days till the season ends and the guys wanna make the most of it. Be there next time. Noche.”

There it was again, that unexplainable feeling in your chest, like your heart was always one step ahead of your brain, preparing for the loss of something that hadn’t yet left. Your mind was an incomprehensible mess, a jumble of contrasting thoughts and memories, forcing you to overthink situations and undervalue your emotions.  

You lifted your head watching your roommate land with a thump on the couch beside you, “He canceled again, didn’t he?”

You opened your mouth, an excuse on the tip of your tongue.

She held up her hand, “Don’t try to defend him. He knows it isn’t fair.”

You avoided her gaze, “You don’t get it. He’s really in demand and-”

“It doesn’t matter that he’s famous or a professional athlete, that doesn’t discredit his actions, or put the blame on anyone but him.”

She continued, “Look Gavi’s a good guy, I like him,” you stared at her, “I do! But he’s stupid if he doesn’t realize that he’s losing you. I know you, and while you might make excuses for him now, I know that sooner or later you’re going to notice that he hasn’t been treating you like you deserve, and you’ll be smart enough to leave.”

You felt the impact of her words full force, like a sledgehammer beating into your body. All the signs were there, right in front of your face, and you had been turning a blind eye, not wanting to admit what your heart already knew.

You knew it. The distance you had felt hadn’t been in vain – every day you could feel the connection between the two of you chip away, so small, you wouldn’t think to notice it till you stood back and looked at the bigger picture.

As a result of both your busy schedules, you both had come up with the idea of having Tuesday night, the most boring day of the week as agreed on, reserved for just the two of you. On Tuesday you didn’t have classes that ran well past dinner time or have to pick up late-night shifts at the restaurant, and he didn’t have evening practice. It was perfect. Tuesday was yours.

Except it had been four weeks since you’d had a proper conversation with Gavi, and you couldn’t help but see the difference in your relationship when you first got together, both eager and determined to spend as much time together as possible, to now, where even if you attended his games, you two still managed to get away without speaking.

You shook your head, “I-I need to take a walk.”

She reached over placing a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n. I’m sorry-”

You shook it off, standing up, “No it’s ok, it’s not your fault. I just need to clear my head.”

You felt the cool night breeze hit you as you walked the streets of Barcelona. It was unusually quiet in this part of town, the lights from the main strip didn’t reach this far out, and for a moment the quiet reminded you of your hometown.

If you closed your eyes, it was almost like you were fifteen again, back in your childhood bedroom, before the ideas of pretty boys with big brown eyes and the weight of managing both university and a job plagued all your thoughts.

You reached a lookout point, the top of the hill dropping to show you the expansive city below. You stared out, the buildings looked so small up here, barely more than a glowing dot in the dark, the cars a blur of soft yellow. You wondered which tiny dot Gavi was in. You wondered if he had checked his phone, seeing that you hadn’t texted him back like you usually did. You wondered if he even cared.

You shook your head trying to get rid of the unwanted thoughts.

Your relationship with Gavi was good. He made you laugh like nobody else, whispering secrets in each other’s ears like schoolchildren, making forts out of old sheets in his childhood bedroom when you met his family for the first time. You remembered his sweet smile, the way his eyes would crinkle unintentionally when he couldn’t hold back his excitement or happiness. You remembered confiding in him about school, how you were so stressed because you couldn’t manage eighteen credits while simultaneously holding a job that required you to be on your feet for hours at a time. You could still feel the soft caress of his hand, as he squeezed yours, providing you comfort, cracking a badly executed joke here and there just to get you to smile while listing a hundred reasons why if anyone could do it, it would be you.

So, if he made you feel all those things, why did his absence make you feel so tiny, so insignificant?

Your finger hovered over the call button, and you hit it hesitantly.

You just wanted to hear his voice.

That would be enough.

It rang seven times before the line went dead.

It took you a moment to realize you hadn’t put your phone up to your ear, waiting with bated breath for the timer on the screen to start, indicating he had picked up, but it never did.

You stuffed your phone back into your pocket, the same unsteady feeling in your heart strumming.

Once.

Twice. 

Then it was gone.

You came home to a quiet apartment and your roommate already asleep.

You shuffled into your room silently, you would give it one more week you decided. Next time would be the last.

The next week came, and while it was the first week Gavi had off from training, he had already planned to go to Ibiza to attend a music festival with his hometown friends. He had invited you, but it was more of an afterthought, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to go because of rushed ‘you can come if you want’ and a barely there apology so you left it.

You got an ‘I’ll miss you’ text from him and for a moment it made you smile, filling you with warmth. However, an ‘I miss you’ only did so much, and other than his sweet messages, there was really no intent behind his words.

Now it had been two days since Gavi had gotten back from his Ibiza trip, and you couldn’t hide the surprise on your face when you glanced over and saw a Facetime call from Gavi.

When was the last time the two of you had Facetimed? Maybe two months ago? It was much easier to send a text, the times both of you were free were few and far between.

You answered the call, pushing your textbook to the side. The dark grey interior of Gavi’s car greeted you.

“Hello?” You asked.

“Hey, Y/n long time no talk.” Gavi joked, but you felt your stomach flip at the truth behind his words.

“I can’t see you.” You said.

“Oh shit, did I accidentally Facetime? My bad I told Siri to call and she must have Facetimed instead. Let me call you.”

You went to speak but heard the three beeps indicating the call had been cut.

You heard the phone ring again and bit back a sigh. You just wanted to see his face.

You answered on the second ring.

“Hey sorry about that. I wanted to call and tell you that I’m back from Ibiza.”

“Yeah, I know.” You admitted, “I remembered.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Well, anyways I wanted to ask you to come with me to the Spanish football gala tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

You heard some shuffling and suddenly Gavi’s voice was much clearer and closer to the phone. You assumed he took it off speaker.

“Can you not come?”

You hesitated, “Uhm I’m not sure. It’s so last minute and I’m already scheduled at the restaurant tomorrow.”

“Can’t you just take off?” He persisted.

You felt your brow furrow, “I’m already on the schedule, I can’t just decide to take off the day before, I need to find someone to replace me.”

“Ok, tell whoever that I’ll sign a jersey for them if they do.”

You suddenly felt angry. Why did he think that you could only get a day off work if he helped you out? Were you not capable of handling your own situations? You hated feeling like this, like you weren’t even your own person, just a shadow of who you were with.

“No that’s fine. I’ll just take off like you said, simple.” You couldn’t help but let the bitterness seep into your voice.

He went to say something, probably sensing the shift in your mood, but you cut him off, “I have to go. Bye Gavi.”

You hung up before he could respond.

Finding someone to replace your shift was easier said than done, but after some back and forth, and a promise to Marcus to cover his next two shifts, you were free.

Free to prance around in a hall filled with people you barely knew, with a boy who you thought about more in your memories than you saw in real life.

The night of the gala arrived, and you were decked out, wearing the earrings Gavi had gifted you for your one-year anniversary paired with a necklace you had received after graduating high school.

Gavi had originally said he would pick you up but had sent a quick text earlier in the morning explaining that the team was getting ready together at a hotel, and to just meet him at the venue.

Your roommate had agreed to drive you and you gave her a grateful smile as you got in the car.

“Ana thank you for taking me.”

She brushed the comment off playfully, “No problem. Gotta step up when Gavi steps down.”

You let out a short laugh, “My hero.”

You got to the venue a couple of minutes before you had planned to meet Gavi and nervously walked around, staying out of the path of cameras.

You found someone to take you to a tent where some Barca staff were waiting for the players to start the program.

You walked in, a surprised look taking over your face once you noticed Pedri and a few other players in the corner.

You weren’t aware that some of the players from the hotel had arrived yet.

Pedri noticed your entrance and came over to say hello.

You gave him a quick hug, making casual small talk.

Just ask him, a voice in the back of your head urged.

Finally, you bit the bullet, attempting to sound as casual as possible, “How did you guys get here so early? I thought everyone was leaving the hotel at 6.”

“Ehh, it wasn’t that important, so I skipped it. Half the guys didn’t go anyway, and the other half just went to play FIFA. Besides I beat them every time, so it gets a little boring after a while.”

You tried to laugh at his joke, but could only manage a watery smile, mind running a mile a minute.

So Gavi hadn’t actually needed to go but chose to.

Leaving you alone.

Again.

It wasn’t a big deal by itself. But it was the fact that this was just another item you could add to your ever-growing list of things Gavi cared about more than you. You wondered briefly if you had been wrong, and if he had missed some other event to be there with you, only to remind yourself that you hadn’t seen him in a month, so no, he hadn’t.

You were still grappling with your emotions when Gavi arrived, unsure whether to confront him or just let this be another thing you swept under the rug.

Your reunion, if you could even call it that, was lackluster at best. He had walked in with some of his teammates, immediately going to greet the rest of his team, completely ignoring you standing on the right side of the room with Pedri.

It was only once he asked where Pedri was that someone pointed the two of you out.

You felt your body deflate; he hadn’t even asked for you.

Were you overthinking things again? Maybe he had just forgotten in the excitement of seeing his whole team for the first time after the season ended?

Gavi made his way over to the two of you, reaching out to Pedri first. You watched as they exchanged a hug before Gavi’s eyes floated over to yours.

“Hey.” His voice was casual, like he was greeting a mailman, or thanking the cashier.

“Hi.”

You closed the space, attempting to hug him, but he grabbed your shoulders stopping you, looking down.

You followed his gaze.

“I don’t want to wrinkle the dress.”

You felt your heart thud against your chest, and while you knew he only had good intentions, the rejection still stung.

You stepped out of his embrace, watching his hands drop to his sides, “Okay.”

The carpet went by in a blur, you posed with Gavi for a few photos before moving to the side and letting him enjoy the spotlight, he had worked hard for it. You took a couple of photos with some of the other teammate's girlfriends and wives before you headed inside.

Once inside, there was still some time left before the actual dinner portion of the gala started. The gala was held for all Spanish football clubs as a celebration of their hard work during the season. It was also a great event to network, giving players the ability to talk with different coaches and directors they otherwise might not have gotten the chance to, allowing for discussions of thinly veiled preseason transfers to commence without the fear of unwanted ears listening in.

You found Gavi in the crowd quickly, linking your arm with his. He looked over at you, a smile taking over his features once he noticed you.

“Glad you found me.”

You noticed with great relief that his eyes still crinkled in the corners when he looked at you,

“I always do.”

The next however many minutes spent till dinner service started comprised of Gavi talking with various different players and directors as you stood like a shiny accessory off his arm, too insignificant to be acknowledged in conversation.

The call for dinner provided you solace from the repetitive conversations and mundane questions. You took a seat next to Gavi and were confused to find both Joao Felix and Antoine Griezmann seated at your table.

You leaned into Gavi, “I thought the clubs sat together?”

“Me too. I think they’re doing alphabetical tonight though.” He whispered.

“Which one’s your least favorite?” You looked up shocked at Gavi’s question, watching a boyish grin take over his features as he tried to hide his laugh, interlacing your fingers on your lap.

You shoved into him lightly, “They’re sitting right there!”

He leaned in closer, nose softly grazing your ear as he spoke, “Yeah but between me and you, I think Joao could have had a better season in Chelsea.”

You shook your head in disbelief, fighting back the smile that was threatening to spill out. Your eyes caught his and for a second it seemed like you had been transported back in time, back to when these types of moments were the standard not the exception, back when it felt like you were on each other sides, back when laughter was the antidote instead of tense silences filled with awkward hello’s.

His eyebrow lifted ask if to ask if you agreed with him, and a small murmur of agreement from you was all he needed before he opened his mouth, ready to hammer his point home, but his attention switched last second.

It was like you could visibly see the shift in his demeanor. First, it was his eyes glancing past yours, seeing the midfielder approaching. Then it was the subtle grip on your hand loosening, his fingers slipping through the gaps. Next, it was the complete shift in body, his posture straightening as he leaned his body away from yours, position shifting to face Pedri who had sat in the spot next to him.

To his credit, Pedri acknowledged the both of you but it was clear Gavi paid no mind to you, not evening sparing you a glance as he became immersed in a conversation with Pedri.

You tried to pretend it didn’t affect you and while you could lie to everyone else, you couldn’t lie to yourself. You had built up this evening up so much in your head, telling yourself that tonight would be the shifting point in your relationship and that everything would go back to the way it once was, but it was shaping up to be another Tuesday you had become all too familiar with.

Why did it feel like you were always competing for his attention?

Your mind was reeling, all the small actions Gavi did that you kept pushing aside, were floating back to the surface, each little remark or dismissal a little tug on your heartstrings till you were sure that if you stayed at the table a for a moment longer you wouldn’t be able to stop the onslaught of tears quickly approaching.

You stood from the table abruptly, catching a few people’s attention, but you gave them a polite smile, or at least you hoped it had been polite, you couldn’t focus on anything but the stinging in your eyes and the sinking feeling in your stomach.

You swiftly walked towards the restroom, glancing over your shoulder to see if anyone had noticed but your eyes fell on Gavi’s form. He hadn’t even bothered turning around.

Of course, he hadn’t. 

Somehow that hurt more than anything else.

You were immensely grateful for the single-use restroom as you locked yourself in, shaky hands coming to steady yourself on the sink.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

You were internally screaming at yourself, begging yourself to keep yourself together but the feeling was too overwhelming and before you could stop you felt the first tears slip down. Your shoulders shook as you forced yourself to be silent, embarrassed about someone walking by and overhearing you pitying yourself.

One hand covered your mouth as you muffled your sobs, while the other dug into the stupid marble sink until the skin was pink and indented. The pain acted as a distraction from the unbearable pressure in your chest, and you instinctively pushed your hand harder into the sink.

Your fingers felt numb as you slowly removed them, closing your eyes to steady yourself. It was obvious that you weren’t in the best mental state, but you couldn’t exactly sit in the bathroom for the next hour to sort it out. You had to clean yourself up and go back to pretending.

Yes, pretending, you realized, was exactly what you had been doing. This whole night you had been pretending, pretending everything was okay, pretending that your relationship was fine when in truth you couldn’t even remember what Gavi’s laugh sounded like.

When had it become all pretend?

Was there anything left here? Were your best years behind you both?

These unanswered questions haunted you as you calmed yourself down, wrapping around you like a blanket, one that provided you no comfort but rather a feeling of suffocation.

Finally, your eyes had dried, and the redness had faded significantly. You had gotten your breathing under control, and you felt a little lighter having stopped denying what had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

You took one final glance in the mirror, smoothing out your dress as you exited the restroom.

You walked slowly back to the table. You had decided that if you could just get through tonight, go home, and cry and think some more, then by tomorrow morning you would be able to talk to Gavi and decide what to do.

But that plan had flown out the window when you arrived back at the table to a confused Gavi.

It seemed he had finally noticed your absence.

“Where did you go? They served dinner 15 minutes ago.”

“I had to use the restroom.”

“For 15 minutes?”

“There was a queue.” You lied.

He seemed to accept your answer and you chose to focus on your food rather than him.

You were halfway through your meal when you noticed Gavi giving you a double take from the corner of your eye.

“Your eyes are red.” He spoke in a hushed voice.

“I don’t know why.”

“Are you sure?” His attention was beginning to slip again, eyes darting back between you and Pedri.

“Yes, I’m fine.” You heard your voice waver on the last syllable, a tick you had when you were lying, and Gavi immediately picked up on it, facing you fully.

“What’s wrong?”

You shook your head not wanting to get into everything here.

“I’m ok.”

“You’re not.”

“Gavi.” You warned.

“What happened? Did someone say something?”

“No. Just drop it please.” Your voice had gone soft, tired of defending yourself.

“Y/n just tell me, I’ll help.” He urged.

You stayed quiet.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again, adamant to get an answer.

You felt yourself grow annoyed, why couldn’t he just let it go? Why was he suddenly interested in how you felt? You were just trying to protect what little left the two of you had and he seemed intent on destroying it.

“It’s you.”

He looked taken aback, eyes pooling with hurt and confusion, his body slightly deflating, “W-what?”

The moment was interrupted when the announcer took over the stage, beginning the presentation for the night, highlighting a few key players and matches.

You looked away first, turning to face the stage, clapping along, acting as though you couldn’t feel Gavi’s gaze burning into your back as he desperately tried to get your attention.

Once the presentation was over you were quick to excuse yourself, using the pretense of going to get a drink as a getaway.

You held your breath as you walked, praying Gavi wouldn’t follow you, and while he got up immediately once he noticed, he was quickly interrupted by another player coming to congratulate him, allowing you to slip away while he watched helplessly.

You let out a huff, leaning against the bar trying to slow your heartbeat.

“Long day?”

You looked over to see Joao standing next to you, watching as the bartender poured his drink.

“Something like that.”

He nodded, “Me too. Been a long couple of days actually.”

You smiled, “Actually, it’s been a long couple of weeks.”

He turned his head to look at you, “I take it back. It’s actually been a long couple of months.”

You raised your hand in mock surrender, “Ok I can’t beat that.”

He grinned, “Yeah not many people can.”

Your expression matched his own, and you gave your order to the bartender before turning to face him again, “So how’s the season been?”

“Shit. Honestly, I’m not even sure why I’m here I played for Chelsea this season not Athletico.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his abruptness.

“Yeah, I saw your first game. A red card first match is pretty brutal.”

His grin only widened, “Oh keeping tabs are we?”

You gave him a playful glare, “Of course gotta know how Barca’s competition is doing.”

“Oh, so you’re a Barca girl?”

“Since the day I was born.” You revealed proudly.

And it was true, even before you had met Gavi, you had loved Barcelona. Growing up in a family of football lovers, your family had declared FC Barcelona as their home club, and you had witnessed so many legends play for Barcelona and so many underdogs find their true passion at the club.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, and you gave him a nod of encouragement, pretending to zip your lips shut making him smile, “Ok well it’s always been my dream to play for Barcelona. Messi was always an idol to me.” He confessed.

Your mouth dropped open in shock before you abruptly shut it, your eyes almost widening comically as you spoke excitedly, “What oh my gosh. I’m in shock. Messi? But you play with Ronaldo!” You gasped.

He laughed at your facial expression, as he whispered, “I know! That’s why it’s a secret.”

You nodded along with his words, sending him a duh expression, “Of course, I won’t say anything I promise.”

“Promise what?”

Gavi had appeared by your side, a firm hand set on your waist, as he gently tugged you back into his body.

You peeked up at Gavi to see he was already looking down at you, jaw set. You gulped.

“Nothing much, just talking about the season.” You replied.

You saw Gavi’s eyes flicker between the two of you before he brought you closer, “Can we please talk?”

You bit your lip unsure but nodded.

He slipped his hand into yours as he led you to a quieter area. You waved goodbye to Joao as Gavi pulled you through the crowd, and he held his drink up in response.

He was a nice guy. You hoped next season would be better for him than the last.

He guided you to a standing table and propped your hands on the table as he played with the ring on your index finger.

“This a really pretty ring, is it new?” He asked eyes focused on your fingers.

“No, I got it last month.”

“I haven’t seen you wear it.”

“I’ve worn it every day since I got it.”

“Oh.”

You gently removed your hand from his, knowing that talking circles about something so small was going to get you nowhere.

“What do you want Gavi?” You asked quietly.

His voice came out gravelly, “I want to know how I let it get to the point where you feel more comfortable calling me Gavi rather than Pablo.”

His words when straight to your heart, and you could feel his pain almost as much as you could feel your own.

“I-I don’t know.”

You heard his breath falter, “I miss you calling me Pablo. Hell – I even miss you calling me Pablito. I’d take anything over whatever this is.” He gestured pointing between the two of you.

“Ok then let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about where it went wrong.”

His eyes lifted at your words, “Why are you speaking in the past tense?”

You remained silent.

“Amor please, why are you speaking in past tense?” You could hear the panic building in his voice.

“I think we don’t spend enough time together.”

“Ok we can fix that. No problem.” He agreed, desperate to save what was slowly unraveling.

“But do you want to? Fix it I mean?”

“Of course, I do. Please just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” His voice was almost near begging, and you knew without a doubt that you were in a similar state.

You couldn’t believe that this was happening here, in front of all these people, but it wasn’t fair to either of you to hold it any longer. You had to have this conversation sooner or later and it seemed like tonight was the time for it.

“Sometimes I feel like you don’t have time for me.” You finally admitted what you had been feeling for the last month.

He shook his head rapidly, “I do! But I mean we both have such busy schedules, you have even less time than I do with school.” he argued, “You also have work so that cuts down on the time we have too, but I’m not complaining.”

You were trembling with anger as you spoke, but you kept your voice low, “Yes, because I have to work a job to be able to afford college. I hate the hours probably more than you do, but I do it because I have to. I don’t have an option. I want to go to school? I have to fund it. But you? You didn’t have to go out with the guys after practice or stay around Ansu’s to play FIFA, but you did. That was a choice you made.”

He opened his mouth to retaliate but you weren’t done, “And I’m not even mad about that. I’m mad that for the last month, you’ve put me below every other person in your life, treated me like I’m dispensable, someone who you only consider when you need something. I feel cheap. Like something you only want when it’s convenient to you.”

“That’s not true. You’re my girlfriend!” His voice shook as he spoke, and you realized he was probably just as scared as you were.

“Then why do I feel like I’m not?” Your voice came out soft, barely above a whisper, but it felt like delivering the final blow to an already sinking battleship.

You felt his eyes on you, eyes glazing over as hundreds of unushered words filled the space between you, but the moment was cut short, and you had to remind yourself that you were in public as Xavi approached the two of you.

You gave Xavi a quick hug before he congratulated Gavi on a great season.

Gavi only nodded, murmuring short responses, eyes glancing at you every few seconds like he was scared you would disappear from his life if he wasn’t watching.  

He left after a moment, and then the two of you were alone again.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I had no idea that’s why you were working. I would’ve given you the money if you just said something-“

“I don’t want your money Gavi! It’s yours, not mine.” You said exasperated.

“C’mon Y/n you know I have enough to provide for the both of us. You don’t have to work-“

“I don’t want that! In fact, right now I don’t even want to be in this relationship!”

The boy physically shrunk back at your words, your admission sending him into silence as he processed your words.

Finally, he spoke, head shaking in denial, not wanting to admit what was right in front of him, “I-I don’t understand.”

You wanted to yell at him to notice all the signs you’d been sending him, beg him to understand the things you couldn’t say but had always been lurking in the shadows, easy enough to make out if you just paid attention. You wanted to scream that it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair that Gavi got to pursue his passion while you were being told to give up yours. Your head was filled with millions of things you wanted to say to him, thousands of little moments you wanted to share with him, you wanted to confide in him about how scared you were, how you had never felt like this in your life, how the thought of him slowly falling out of love with you was ripping your insides apart, making you sick to your stomach. There were so many things but not one left your mouth.

“I know you don’t.” Your voice sounded tired, even to your own ears, and you wondered if this was it. If this is where the two of you parted ways.

“I-I’m just going to go home.”

“I’ll grab our coats.”

You placed your hand gently on his, giving him a sad smile, “It’s ok. I think I’ll go alone.”

Neither of you could deny what it meant.

He ducked his head so you couldn’t see his red eyes. There was a moment of silence, and you could tell he was fighting with himself, trying to figure out what to do to stop the inevitable, until he slowly nodded,

“Ok.”

He had just sealed your relationship closed, something you were grateful for because you knew you couldn’t have done it yourself.

He didn’t lift his head as you walked away, and you didn’t blame him.

You grabbed your coat quickly, bidding goodbye to a few people as you made your way out of the hall.

As you walked down the hallway towards the main doors you realized you didn’t have a ride back. Your roommate had dropped you off and you assumed Gavi would drop you back. Well, that wasn’t happening now. Train it was. One glance out the window told you it was raining, downpouring to be exact.

How fitting. At least the weather matched your mood.

You stepped outside, immediately becoming drenched, but somehow you found comfort in it, at least this way no one could see you cry.

You were about halfway down the steps when you heard the door slam open, yelling coming from behind you.

You spun around, surprised to see Gavi stepping into the rain, “Please stay. Please.”

You stood frozen, unsure of what to say.

You were sure he wouldn’t follow you. But he had.

He kept taking steps closer to you, closing the distance, till you were only two steps apart, “Stay.”

His eyes searched your own, looking for something, maybe a sign that there was hope, something you weren’t sure you could provide.

“Just let me go. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

He shook his head, breath unsteady, “No I can’t. I can’t. I feel like if I let you go now, I’ll never see you again.”

You bit your cheek looking away, he was right. After tonight you had no intention of talking to him again.

His shoulders drooped at your silence, and he sat down on the steps of the building, harsh rain pounding down on him, matting his hair and drenching his extremely expensive suit, but he didn’t seem to care, “I hate fighting with you.”

You glanced down at his figure, watching him sit in the rain with his head in his hands, utterly defenseless.

“But I hate even more that it’s my fault, and that I couldn’t see what I was doing until I felt what you did, just for a second, and it hurt like hell.”

“I should have been there for you. I should have made time for you. I knew what I was doing wasn’t right but then I kept thinking it’s fine I’ll make it up to her next time, but next time never happened because I never showed up. I guess I was just so focused on making sure my teammates all liked me, and they had just stopped treating me like a kid, finally inviting me places - and I’m not using that as an excuse because I know it’s a shit one, it’s on me. Nobody forced me to do anything, I just wanted to feel included, and I put everyone else’s feelings above yours when yours was the one that was the most important to me.”

He finally lifted his head, and he was close enough that you could see the tears streaming down his face as he looked intently at you, almost like he was trying to memorize you, “If you want to walk away you can, you should - I’ll understand. I just wanted to apologize, really apologize, and own up to everything I did. I love you, and I promise you I won’t take anyone for granted the way I did with you.”

Your expression mirrored his own, and the tears were falling freely at his confession now that it was just the two of you. All the things you had wanted him to realize he had. All the things you wished he had said, he finally did.

But was it too late?

“Thank you, Pablo.”

He let out a short laugh through his tears, “No, thank you.”

You gave him a soft smile before you put distance between the two of you, letting the rain mask the sound of you leaving.

The lights from the venue grew dimmer as you continued walking, and you spared one last glance over your shoulder before it disappeared from view, seeing Gavi’s tiny figure rooted in place, watching you leave.

Your steps faltered.

How could you leave this relationship, this boy, when every single warning sign was going off in your brain, telling you to turn around and fight, to not give up? He had understood, he had understood exactly what you had felt, and had owned up to his mistakes, what else could he have done? He couldn’t go back and make it better, but he could change the way he treated you, but how would you acknowledge the change if you didn’t stick around?

It didn’t feel right walking away.

You thought you would feel content, feel like the pressure was lifting from your shoulders, but the dropping feeling in your stomach was multiplying, and your heart was constricting painfully at the thought of never seeing him, never laughing with him, never kissing him again, at the idea of falling in love with someone that wasn’t him.

You never ran faster in your life.

Let him be there. Please let him be there.

You didn’t know how you could explain yourself if you had to walk back into the event sopping wet, eyes puffy, and nose runny.

You couldn’t stop the wide smile that stretched across your face as he realized he was right where you left him.

You sat next to him and he didn’t notice until you spoke.

“Pablo.”

His head shot upon hearing your voice, and his face lifted for a second before falling again, “Di-Did you forget something?”

You nodded.

“Ok I can get it for you, what is it?” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice clear.

You shifted closer to him, bodies pressed against each other, “I forgot that I love you. I love you and I want to work this out. I’m happy that you took responsibility and I believe you. I believe that you won’t do it again. But I should apologize too – I also wasn’t fair to you, and I did things that I shouldn’t have just to get back at you for making me feel so small.”

“I’m sorr-”

You cut him off, “Let’s stop apologizing.”

He nodded, eyes looking at you with nothing but love and admiration,

“Ok but we’ll have to work on our communication.” He said, and you hummed in agreement.

You touched your forehead with his, staring at each other with baited breaths until he finally closed the distance and kissed you. After a month of not seeing each other, you were finally kissing, pouring all your emotions, all your love, all your pain into the kiss, making a promise to be there for each other, and it felt like coming home.

alternate ending

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[b4sorex1a]

https://www.tumblr.com/b4sorex1a/745533251895033856/i-was-looking-at-your-profile-and-there-was-a-post?source=share

hear me out 😭😭😭 those two scenarios happen in the same universe and the girlfriends are kinda curious of what the hype about gavi is all about. like, that boy stole both their boyfriend, maybe they should try steal him from those boys 👀👀

tw: nsfw!, minors dni.

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I’m in love with this prompt ! Like Pablo bring passed around between you and your boyfriend Pedri/Fermín…

He’s all yours for the night, and you don’t want to share him tonight, he’s practically begging for your attention, needy as always.

Edging is something that you could do to him, stimulating him until he is almost about to explode, but you don’t let him, he isn’t a good boy to you, he hooked up with your boyfriend, so Pablo doesn’t deserve that pleasure,,

Gavi begs you to let him cum, he even says please.

He promised he won’t be so slutty with your partner anymore! you believe that, so you ride him until he’s all fucked out; his legs are trembling and he’s mumbling about how good he’s feeling.

He asks permission to cum inside you, you let him, his pretty moans convinced you.

Pablo Gavira is now addicted to you, he’s no longer that interested in your boyfriend. Is this an improvement for you? Or will this become a problem?

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[spidybaby]

Wenassss.... Can I request something? Maybe just having a nice evening with his parents and brother while Pedri is being soft with you in front of them and they just love you and your guys relationship? Pleaseeee

It's okay if you don't want to do it, I'm just in need of fluffly Pedri, I'm having some mean cramps and I cant think of anything else but this🥴 also take your time, ten un buen dia/tarde/noche.

Baecation

Summary: Your boyfriend family loves the way your relationship is, always taking care of each other.

Warnings: none ❤️

A/N: Ay mami, I was supposed to post this a few days (weeks) ago, but I hope you're good and don't have cramps anymore. Btw sorry, I was MIA but now I'm not 💋 also special thanks yo my girl @gaviandgrizisgirl luv u 💛

"If you can be an animal for a day, what animal would you be?" You ask Pedro, you're drinking a piña colada while Pedro is drinking a strawberry drink. "I would be a shrimp."

"A shrimp?" Pedro laughs, he thought you would answer with a dolphin, an elephant, or even with a butterfly. Not a shrimp.

You nod, laughing at his confused expression.

You both are in Tenerife enjoying vacation. Well, you're enjoying vacation, Pedri is recovering and training for the pre season and the US Tour.

"Yes, my friend," you say, sticking your tongue out. He kisses your temple, thinking that maybe that piña colada is hitting. "So, you would be what?"

"I, my friend," he says, making fun of the way you call him friend. "Would be a."

"A donkey." Fer scream from the pool. Adrian and Paula laughed, and Pedri gave him the finger. "It was funny, admit it."

"You'll be the most cute donkey." You grab his hand, kissing it multiple times. "Fer would be a cookroach. Those are ugly just like him."

They all erupt in laughs. That piña colada was definitely hitting. "Oh, preciosa, you're the best." He pulls you to him, hugging you and kissing your temple.

"That was mean." Fer says. He loves making Pedro mad, even tho he wasn't the easiest to make mad. Pedro has this soft spot for him.

"It kind of was." Adrian joins the conversation, "but you were a bitch, Fercito." He hit Fer in the head and goes back to Paula, his girlfriend.

"I was mean," you admit. "I'm sorry, Fer. I think you would be a killer whale." You say. He thinks about it for a while and smiles happy about it.

"And you, golden boy." You bop his nose with every word. "You would be a panther." You joke knowing that since he saw Black Panther II, he mentioned he wanted a panther.

He shakes his head, laughing at how you can remember everything. "Would you be a panther with me, or would you be the shrimp on my plate?" He asks, lips on your neck.

"Noup, still a shrimp." You say, making him laugh even harder.

Fer looks at you, smiling. He's happy for his brother because he found somebody who loves him and cares for him. He knows your relationship is a healthy one.

"Pedro, those drinks are allowed for you?" Fer asks, since he's the chef for his brother, he knows the diet and restrictions Pedro has.

"I'm going to get one more drink, and I'm done." Pedro says, even tho he wasn't drinking alcohol like the rest, he was drinking more sugar than what he was supposed to.

"Let me go get you that." You say, stopping him from getting up. He kisses your cheek, thanking you for doing that.

You walk inside the house, finding Rosy and Fernando talking and helping each other with the making of dinner for everyone.

"Hi, do you guys need any help over here?" You place the empty cup, grabbing the strawberry mix and pouring more for your boyfriend.

"No, mija, you can go back. We're fine here." Fernando says, cutting some vegetables.

"Are you sure?" You ask again. "Let me take this to Pedro and I'll be back to help you."

Even they tell you that it's okay, you know they need some help. You grab the cup back and walk outside.

"Gracias, preciosa." He says, grabbing the cup. "Come sit, I want to show you something."

You shake your head no. "I'm going to help your parents in the kitchen, show me later?" Your hand in his hair, caressing his brown locks.

He nods, and you go back inside. Rosy and Fernando are talking about a new thing for the tasca. "I'm back, let me help you with the dip."

You chat with them for a while, they ask you about your classes and about your family. "Tell your mother I want that cake recipe."

When you met the González López you brought a cookie dough cheesecake. Rosy fell in love with it, well they all did.

"I can make it. We can get the things tomorrow and prepare it." You suggest, cooking with him was one of your favorite things. She taught you so much, and you were happy to bond with her with that. "Pedro might hate us for preparing it while he's on a diet."

In that moment, Pedro joined the three of you. "And what exactly are you making?" He asks, curious.

"No seas chismoso." Fernando laughs, patting his son back. "Venga, entra ya que iré a llamar a los demás." (Don't be noisy, get inside, I'm calling the rest.)

He walks over you, you're finishing a dressing for his salad, he grabs your waist, positioning himself behind you, kissing your shoulder. "What is that?"

You explain all the dishes you helped Rosy prepare, and explain to him about the salad and dressing you saw on tik tok. It was good because it didn't break any of his diet rules.

Rosy paid attention to the too of you, loving how you cared so much about him to the point of remembering what can and can't he eat.

"And this chicken is made specially for you, it's less greassy for your salad." You finish explaining. Pedro, thank you and help setting the table.

Fer, Adrian and Paula walk inside, laughing at some joke Fernando told them. They went to change since they couldn't sit with wet clothes at the table.

In the end, Adrian and Paula ended up leaving. They were invited to dinner by Paula's family.

"I can't believe it." Fer says, acting hurt. "You're trying to take away my position as mom's helper."

You all laugh at how he says it. "Well, she's a really good helper and doesn't change the recipe." Rosy defends you.

"Plus," Fernando adds. "She's doesn't complain about chopping the vegetables."

"Es que ella es simplemente especial." Pedro, kiss your cheek. Making you blush. "Nadie como ella." (She's just simply special. Nobody like her.)

To you, it was still new the whole affection in front of his family, but to him, it wasn't. His parents were like that. Even his brother and his girlfriend were like that. You weren't as used to due to your family not being this affectionate with one another.

To them, you shouldn't be ashamed. They know how much Pedro loves you, always saying how special you're and how he's so in love.

Rosy and Fernando love the way you're with him, and obviously are proud that they raised a gentleman.

"I have to take care of you." You say as you pinch his cheek. "Now eat you salad."

"It's so unfair you guys have amazing meals, and I have pure salad and chicken." He says, even tho he's very disciplined with this diet and exercise, he's getting tired of seeing you all enjoying these amazing meals.

He told you that before, how sometimes he just wants to get a burger and some French fries, but he's focused on his goals to give up like that.

"Here, let's share some salad so you won't eat alone." You push the food Rosy prepared and grab a new plate to serve yourself salad and chicken just like him. "You see? Yummy."

The look Fernando and Rosy share is a surprise one, because not even them as his parents thought about doing that, not in a bad way, they always supported him in every way, but food is food.

"You must love this idiot a lot because I know you didn't just reject this whole delicious meal for that salad." Fer jokes. Making you laugh.

"We're a team, right preciosa?" Pedro ask you. Elevating his hand for you to high-five him.

"We are." You high-five him. Making his parents stare at you like aw. "Your mom and I are making a cookie dough cheesecake." You say to him.

The expression he has is a funny one. He can remember the taste and hate that he will not be able to eat it. "So unfair."

"I want to know." Fernando asks, looking at Fer and then at Pedro. "Which one of you is going to do the dishes?"

"Not me, I did them last night." Pedro says, lifting his hands. "It's his turn."

"I hate you. At the end you'll help me." Fer says, throwing a piece of bread at him. After that, the talk turned out about what's next for Pedro, the tour, the season.

You were about to help Fer with the table, but Rosy stopped you, telling you that you already helped enough in the kitchen.

She dismissed you, telling her son to take you away from the kitchen. "Vamos, tengo que mostrarte algo." He says, walking you both back to his room. (C'mon, I got to show you something)

You sit criss-cross on his bed. He did the same and pulled out his phone, "Look." He hands you some texts between Xavi and him about how you can go with him to the US Tour.

"No way." You say hugging him. "Pedro, no way."

The smile he has while looking at you all excited for going to the tour with his is one that can light up the whole sky.

"Es que eres increíble, gracias." You hug him again, laying on his lap and kissing his whole face. (You're so amazing, thank you)

"Everything for you." He says, kissing you back.

He knows you're not that used to public affection. Specifically around family, he remembers that one time you push him away because your little cousin walked into the kitchen.

The kissing session became more heated than expected. He was now on top of you, an unbuttoned shirt, and the straps from your blouse being down your shoulders are just the beginning.

His hands travel around your body, grabbing everywhere he can. "Eres hermosa." He humms before attacking your neck with his lips.

You try your best to silence the moans, not wanting his family to find out what you're doing. But the way he was touching and kissing you made it almost impossible.

Your nails scratch lightly on his shoulders, his shirt is on the floor now. It's now your turn to tease him. Kissing that soft spot that makes him crazy. "You have to be quiet, mi amor." You say.

His lips on you to silence the two of you. While your hands go to unbutton his shorts, his hands are pulling your shirt out of your head.

But three knocks on the door make the two of you jump scared. "Si?" Pedro is the one who talks.

"Mom and I want to show you guys something." His father says, "meet us downstairs."

Your heart is beating so fast that you feel like passing out. "We're so not doing this again." You say, walking to the bathroom to fix your clothes. "You need to fix yourself, Pedro." He buff, angry at the interruption.

Once you both calm down, you make your way to the living room where his parents are. "Did you call us?"

"Vengan, tengo unas fotos para mostrar." Rosy says, making room for you on the couch. "This is an old pic from our vacation." (Come here, I have some pictures to show)

You look at the pictures, finding them adorable. Both Pedro and Fer were so little and so adorable. "Back to the time when you used to listen to your parents." You joke looking at Fer.

Fernando laughs and gives you the reason. "Es que ere joyita, hijo. Hasta ella lo sabe." (You're something else, son. Even she knows it)

You love it when they share their memories with you. It makes the moments you spend with them so special.

"When we get time, we have to go print the pictures we took these days." Fernando says to Pedro. "We have to add them to the album."

"You'll have your first appearance in the album." Rosy tells you. "Don't repeat this, but Celine cried when she got into the album."

She whispers this so Fer couldn't hear it. Celine was Fer's girlfriend. She was so special and so lovely with all of them, even with you.

You're thankful for all the love they give you, always making you feel like one of them. "I'm so excited for my first picture on this album."

"Nothing to thank us, niña. We are the ones who had to thank you. For being always so special with our boy." Fernando says as he messed Pedro's hair.

"That's true. Thank you for loving our son so much." Rosy hugs you. "We know he can be a whole lot sometimes."

"Hey, don't give me a bad reputation." Pedro laughs. You grab his hand. Happy that you find your way with someone like him.

#football fanfic #football #football drabble #football x you #football angst #football smut #football fiction #football fluff #football x reader #pedri fanfic #pedri angst #pedri x y/n #pedri #pedri fluff #pedri x you #pedri x gavi #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri smut #fc barca #pedri barça

[barcalover86]

Lier- Pedri Gonzalez

Summary: he says that he is not in a relationship and you hear it while being with him.

Masterlist

"So, Pedri.. the last question..are you in a relationship?" the reporter asked him.

He laughed and shook his head.

"No, no, too young for it."

"Not even in love with someone? Your heart isn't taken by some girl at all?"

"I'm concentrating on my career right now".

His answer was honest, but at the same time a lie. He was truly in love with you. You've been together for almost 5 months and every day, he would fall for you more and more.

He knew he had fucked up by saying this, but he didn't want people to know you were together. He barely handles the hate he gets. He doesn't want you to go through it as well. His answer was to protect you, but the truth is that after that, you left him.

You were really sad and disappointed. You didn't shout at him that night. You just talked like a whisper, saying that you trusted him, and he now is nothing to you anymore. He tried to tell you the reason, but it wasn't enough for you to stay.

He cried for days, hoping for you to answer his calls or texts. You never did. Your heart was now broken and everywhere you went, you saw him. It was hard, but you knew that you deserved better.

So after days of not seeing eachother, you managed to think about him without crying.

And after days without you, he managed to stop going to games. Not being able to play without you by his side.

Maybe he will destroy his career too, something that it was really important for him, but he knew that he destroyed himself before too. Lies and lies, sometimes they are good, but sometimes they are the reason things end.

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[flwerzye]

boyfriends are back😭🩷

#pedri #gavi #pedri x gavi

[pedripepinillo]

cómo crees que es vivir con pedri y gavi

headcanons cortitos donde sos roomie de pedri y gavi:

advertencia: lectora fem.

- vivir con ellos es C A O T I C O

- su apartamento es literalmente el sitio más ruidoso y desordenado de todo el mundo

- pero es lindo <3

- pedri intenta limpiar seguido, de hecho los sábados hace la limpieza junto con pablo y vos, pero lo pulcro dura muy poco porque con las vidas ocupadas que tienen no tienen tiempo de limpiar entre semana.

-vos odias el desorden y eso a gavi le importa un pepinillo porque siempre está dejando la ropa en el suelo y las cosas fuera de la alacena :/

- constantemente tienen peleas (nada grave) porque se levantan tarde para ducharse y solo tienen una ducha, así que nunca se ponen de acuerdo para ver quien se mete primero.

- no tienen calefacción así que cuando es época de frío duermen los tres en la misma cama todos pegados como ratas

- comparten la heladera pero compran cosas diferentes así que te molestas mucho cuando alguno de los chicos se come tu comida

- no te molesta compartir pero al menos que te avisen antes lpm

- cuando llevas amigas al apartamento siempre te da miedo que alguno salga sin camisa a la sala de estar así que tienes que avisarles con anticipación pero les da igual al final y salen de ducharse medio desnudos 😭😭

- te quieren demasiado, literalmente sos la mejor amiga de ellos así que te cuidan mucho, por ejemplo, no te dejan abrir la llave de gas vos sola porque les da miedo que explotes la casa

- no puedes llevar conquistas al apartamento porque estos dos se vuelven insoportables

- si estás teniendo un mal día hacen lo posible para hacerte feliz :) ven películas y series todo el tiempo y eso sirve de tiempo de calidad entre los tres

- en caso de que tengas laburo te preparan el desayuno para que te lo lleves <3

- si te dormiste tarde a propósito se levantan a las 6 am a hacer ruido :/

- adios

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