#and let's not start about all the stuff with her and gavi

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

y'all know i'm not a fan of the monarchy but this is so fucked up she's only 17 ffs

[gavisfanta]

FRESH NAILS - GAVI

summary: you get your nails done and gavi sticks with you

warnings: none

"It's not gonna take long, I promise." You spoke as you pulled Gavi into the nail salon. You were scared to go there alone and your bestfriend couldn't go with you, so Gavi it was.

"You also said that the last time." Gavi groaned as you smiled widely while seeing your nail stylist.

"Hey girl." She waved at you and you let go of Gavis hand while walking over to her.

"Hello, I also brought Gavi, is that a probelm?" You asked while you sat down on the chair at the table.

"Oh not at all, it's really good to finally meet you, she told me a whole bunch of stuff." Your nail stylist turned towards Gavi who just sat down on a chair next to you.

"Is that so?" Gavi asked and you smiled a bit while nodding.

Gavi knew that you came to the same nailshop since like 3 years but he didn't expect that.

"Did she tell you bad stuff too?" He joked, not really expecting an answer.

"Oh she told me everything. Don't worry about it, everything is save with me." She smiled and Gavis smile faded quickly.

"Oh." Were the only things that escaped his mouth as he then pulled out his phone. While your nail stylist started doing your nails you told her all of the gossip.

Gavi didn't really pay much attention to it, because you had already told him everything that happened.

He noticed that you left out some things because you considered them private.

That was one thing Gavi and not only he loved about your relationship.

You two held things private, your relationship was private too.

You and him always have agreed on a private relationship, not secret, but privacy is good.

The internet knew about the two of you, not because Gavi posted something about you, because people saw you two hang out and after that Gavi started taking you to the events.

Of course you two have been dating for much longer than the Internet found out.

After about an hour your nails were finally done and you smiled as Gavi put away his phone.

"And what do you think?" You asked with a huge smile while looking at your white nails with a black G on the nail of the ring finger.

"Gorgeous." He said and took your hand into his, his thumb caressing your ring finger while he looked at your nails.

"I love them." He said and then grabbed into his pocket. You watched him pull out his wallet and handing you his bankcard.

"Thanks, I love you." You said and then turned back to your nail stylist.

"Yeah, yeah." Gavi laughed a bit.

After you two left the store you walked to the car. Gavi let go of your hand and walked to the drivers seat.

"I like the ring finger the most." Gavi said as you fastened your seatbelt. He took your hand again and looked at the g a second time.

"Of course you do." You smiled, he lifted your hand up to his mouth and kissed your ring finger.

"Too bad there's no ring." He smiled a bit after turning to the steering wheel again.

"You know that's not my fault." You smiled at him while he focused on the road.

"Mhm, okay, taking notes right here." He mumbled and you couldn't help but smile.

You took your phone and took a picture of your nails, then you posted them on instagram and tagged Gavi.

"What are you doing?" He asked and you showed him the phone, he turned his head for a couple of seconds and then looked back onto the road.

"Instagram post." He mumbled to himself. "Tag me. I want to repost it." He said and then drove into the driveway of his house.

"I already did." You smiled.

"Great, then we can take a nap now." The two of you got out of the car and walked over to his house.

He unlocked the door and as you two stepped inside he locked it again. After taking off his shoes Gavi also took off his shirt.

You two made your way upstairs to the bedroom and got into bed. Gavi laid on top of you, his head on your chest.

"Should I crawl your back?" You asked and a couple of seconds later he lifted his head.

"Mhm, please." He hummed and you laughed a bit. You put your hand on his back and softly scratched his back with your new nails.

"Oh fuck." He shivered and you also crawled his head.

After a couple of minutes of you caressing his back, you heard that his breathing got slower.

After you were sure that he had fallen asleep you took a picture of him because he looked adorable and then you fell asleep too.

[httpsdana]

hey um first let me thank you for your write really i really love your stories ( specially the gavi's ones ) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

and please if it is possible can you do one where reader is gavi's gf and she had daddy issues ( her dad was hitting her and treat her roughly when she was a teen and a kid ) and she wanted to tell pablo about it because she is so sensitive about it (like it's her weakest part) but she was afraid that pablo think she isnt mentally good and left her but one day she had enough of her dad and she told pablo about all what he was doing to her and.. the rest of his reaction and what he will do is for you

and really thank you so much if you did write it i will leave it in my favorite stories and be so grateful ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Broken Family Ties~Pablo Gavi

i appreciate every message from everyone. thank you so much. enjoy this one <3

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⚠ tw!! domestic violence!! ⚠

"just get the fuck out of my house!" y/n's dad said, making her angrily stump out of the house. Her face stained with tears, and wrist hurting from the way her dad roughly held and pushed her towards the wall.

She got in her car, sobbing as she had no place to go. Her dad had just kicked her out of the house after they had yet another argument. After calming herself down, she looked at the time on her phone, seeing that Pablo would already be back home by now.

y/n took some deep breaths and started driving over to Pablo's house. She had to tell him about all the misery her dad has put her through.

As she parked her car under his apartment, she thought about what she's gonna do more.

What if Gavi thought she was mentally unstable and broke up with her? What if he leaves her after knowing her weakest part and how sensitive she is towards it?

She was about to start driving away, when she got a text.

Dad

if you ever step back into my house, I will make your life living hell

She looked at the message and thought that she has had enough. She got out of the car, locking it before walking into the building. She took her deep breaths in the elevator, wiping her tears.

She stood in front of Gavi's apartment, hesitantly knocking on the door. It only took him ten seconds to open the door, his smile widening when he saw his girlfriend, but then dropping when he noticed her sad expression.

"Hey princess...is everything okay?" he asked, his voice soft and hesitant. His question only made her burst into tears, making him pull her into the house and closing the door behind him.

He sat her down on the couch, as she sobbed into his chest. He rubbed her back delicately, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

After a few minutes, she had calmed down with Pablo still holding her securely. She pulled away from his embrace, him not saying anything until she spoke.

"I want to tell you something" she said, her voice barely audible

He nodded his head, assuring her to open up about what was wrong.

"It's my dad, he...he treats me like shit since I was born, and he has abused me and ruined my life physically and mentally..." she took deep breaths between each sentence, so she wouldn't break down again

"I told you that my mom died while giving birth to me and...he thinks that it's all my fault that she's not here. He comes every day from work and gets drunk then mad at me. He just starts hitting me throwing stuff at me and saying some really mean words. I just...I've had enough of him today because he kicked me out and told me not to go back anymore. I'm sorry if this doesn't mean anything to you and I understand if you want to leave me for being mentally unstable, I just had to tell you about this because I couldn't take it anymore" her voice broke at the end, her eyes looking at her hand afraid to meet Pablo's ones that were burning holes into the top of her head.

Gavi shifted in his place, only for his arms to wrap around y/n, pulling her tightly into his embrace. y/n smiled sadly into his chest, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all this y/n. And I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me about your past. Just be sure that I would never ever leave you for such a silly reason. We can go through this together. We'll tell the police and have him arrested. Just never think that I would leave you baby. I'm here forever and it's gonna be hard for you to get rid of me that easily' he chuckled at the end, making y/n giggle silently.

She looked up at him, her eyes tearing up again at his words. She reached for his face, pressing a kiss on his cheek

"thank you so much Pablo. I don't know how I would've survived all that without you. even if you just knew about it. your presence made it so much easier" she said, her eyes never leaving his.

He smiled softly at her, pulling her closer to gently connect their lips into a kiss that made all their problems go away.

[juli19varez]

Action! | Pablo Gavi X Reader

summary: where gavi decided to create a twitch account to stream on his free time.

warnings: none, pure fluff and cute stuff with a cutie patootie streamer!gavi ^^

author note: this is my very first time writing in english and it's not my first language sooooo... sorry for any mistake! (also didn't proofread). it came shorter than expected, enjoy the story!

since the season has ended, gavi started to do live streams on twitch, sometimes playing games or just chilling and chatting with the fans. it was 2 weeks since he started doing this, you were at the kitchen making some sandwiches for him, once it was done you headed to his "new studio" (an empty room with no use before), just at that moment realizing that he was, actually, doing live.

he noticed you in the room few moments after with a little smile, taking off his headphones and looking at you. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were already recording, I came to give you a snack..." being said in a whisper.

"hey, that's okay amor, wanna come and say hi? seguro que les gustará " he said while giving his hand, as a small gesture of courage, which was gladly accepted. you sat down as he placed another chair there, moving closer to the camera as he took the plate and put on the table, starting to introduce you to the audience. "as you all may know, this is mi nena, y/n. she doesn't appear on the streams because of her schedule and shyness, but now she's on vacation! and i will make her play with us" he said with a lot of excitement, placing your hand in his lap, fingers intertwined.

"hello! its good to be here with you all." pablo smiled even more, continuing with the stream while eating and talking. "esto es muy bueno! thank you, bebé" he left a kiss on your cheek, making the chat go crazy.

after talking about the vacation, his training seasons and some video games, like valorant, you decided that it was time to leave, but before you could get up, he held your wrist, stopping you to go. "where are you going amor?" "im going to the living room, this chair is a little uncomfortable and..." he took the chair away before you could finish the sentence and pulled you gently by the arm.

"c'mere, you can seat in my lap until I'm done, vale?" you blushed slightly remembering the camera in front of us, but i complied with his request, sitting on his lap and resting my head on his shoulder. he placed a kiss on the top of your head and started stroking your hair. "what are we going to do now?" "hmm, let's go with the valorant topic again as the game starts" you nodded and started discussing about the gameplay and which agent was better, coming to a consensus on Sage, while choosing who to use.

hours passed away fast, and he finished the stream, saying goodbye to the viewers and turning the computer off, when everything was done, he looked at you and went back to stroking my hair, now resting his head on your shoulder. "thank you for participating in the stream" he said while smiling. "i would do everything for you"

"i love you" "i love you too, mi chico"

[pablitogavii]

Hiii, can you do pool sex with Gavi in ibiza? lots of love x

Hot Summer Days

Today y'all decided on a pool day at the villa you were staying at wanting to stay in and just spend some time together in peace.

Pablo usually doesn't mind people walking up to him for photos but he does get annoyed that every time he goes out there is another 'rumor' about him plastered on the internet. So he prefers to stay in his known circle of friends.

You changed into a red bikini and joined Aurora and the boys outside certainly catching boy's attention. Javi chuckled into Aurora's ear pointing at Pablo's stunned face.

"If you don't close your moth, you will drool hermano!" she teased him and he rolled his eyes walking up to you and pulling you into his grasp.

"Mm you're torturing me with that bikini princesa.." he whispered into your ear and you blushed knowing how easily Pablo gets turned on (he's 18 haha) and kinda liking the effect you have on him.

"I thought you'd like it cariño??" you say innocently and he caught onto your game pulling you even closer and leaving kisses on your neck.

"Oh I do like it..a lot..but if they don't stop staring you down, I will poke their eyeballs out!!" he said and you chuckled shaking your head and wrapping your eyes around Pablo's neck while kissing his lips.

"This is all for you Pablito..for you to watch..and touch..and take off later" you whispered the last part and Pablo felt his shorts tighten at the thought of taking that bathing suit off your body and having you all to himself.

"Alright, that's it! She's coming with me cause we have things to gossip about!" Aurora snatched you from Pablo's grasp and you giggled while he shamelessly clenched his jaw while checking you out from behind.

"You're a lucky cabrón hermano..." Ale said and Pablo snapped his fingers in front of his face making him look at him instead of your ass.

"She's all mine, sabes!?" Pablo said and his friend raised his hands up in surrender before they both laughed and went to play some music on the speakers.

No even half an hour later, Pablo found himself sitting in the pool with his friends but unable to move his eyes from your bum as you laid on the lounge bed with Aurora sipping on your cocktail and chatting about some girl stuff.

Damn your ass was so round..and juicy..and delicious..joder Pablo! Fucking focus!

"The sun is hot today, don't you think chicos?? Maybe you should go help your girl put some sunscreen on Pablo??" Mario suggested and all the boys knew what he was aiming at as they caught Pablo staring at your ass.

"Yeah, it's not like that would give you an excuse to touch her.." Ale added and Pablo flipped them off but did what they suggested getting out of the pool and walking towards you when Aurora left to the bathroom.

"Hola nena.." he said sitting on the towel beside you and you moved slightly still on your laying on your stomach to be able to see his face.

"Hola cariño. How's the water?" you say and he said it was refreshing although he felt very much hot right now.

"The sun is very strong today..shouldn't you put some sunscreen on preciosa??" Pablo said feeling dumb for listening to his friends but also hoping you would let him 'help you' like he planned.

"You're right! I forgot..um could you" but you didn't even need to finish that sentence since Pablo already grabbed the bottle and started rubbing some sunscreen on your butt. You smirked wanting to play with him a little.

"I was gonna say give it to me but looks like you needed an excuse to touch me Pablito??" you say and he looks at you smirking a little while leaning closer to whisper into your ear.

"Let me enjoy myself just a little bit preciosa..." and with that he kept massaging your ass and you blushed letting him have him waited moment. He applied sunscreen on your back, legs and arms as well but then once again returned to your ass.

I am sure my ass is well protected now Pablito.." you smirk and he shrugs nodding his head and seeing that his sister was returning from the bathroom. He tapped it one last time before putting away a sunscreen, kissing your lips and whispering into your ear "meet me at the hot tub" before leaving.

"He can't even leave you alone for an hour.." Aurora teased laying back down and you told her you needed to head inside for a moment before sneaking towards the hot tub which was secluded on the opposite side of the villa.

"Cariño??" you whispered seeing that nobody was in the hot tub but then suddenly strong arms wrapped around your body and hot kisses were left on your shoulder and neck.

"Ughh mi amor..I need you right now..so badly" he groaned as you both went into the hot tub and he grabbed you with his arms making your thighs wrap around his waist and his lips attacked yours passionately.

"Umm..Pablo..what if they come here?" you say pulling away from the kiss listening to reason but he reassured you boys will not come and they will keep Aurora away. You couldn't resist any longer..not with the way he was kissing you right now.

He slowly pulled your bikini to the side and pulled himself out before fitting deep inside of you shutting your moans with his mouth on yours. He let you adjust to his size before slowly moving and making your head fall back as he was fucking you with so much passion the whole world was spinning.

"Aahh..please..please don't stop!" you said and he reassured you that you have all the time you need and that he will never stop loving you like this. Your nails scratched his back and he groaned feeling your walls clench around his member.

"Just like that angel..clench around me like a good girl! J..joder!" he spoke into your ear as you were both chasing your highs kissing every available inch of each other's skin.

"Pa..blo..I'm so close! Fuck!" you moaned feeling his reach his high which sent you over the edge as you both moaned into each other's mouths catching your breaths.

"Joder! I love vacations and I love you! So freaking much!" he said and you both giggled calming down and fixing yourselves up before he carried you bridal style back to the pool.

He placed you on the bed besides his sister kissing your lips lovingly.

"Yo te amo!" he said and you said it back before he left to join his friends in the pool.

"Um..I ran into him and he carried me back..." you lied to Aurora although you both knew how absurd that sounded so you both laughed.

"You have no self control perro!" Cristo teased Pablo who rolled his eyes looking towards your blushed face proudly.

"Neither would you if your girl wore that bikini.." he smirked to himself proud that you were all his truly feeling like a lucky cabrón.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello, can u do a one shot where the reader is waking back home but someone is following her so she calls Gavi for help

(I love your works,they’re so good😭)

FIC CELEBRATION! BARÇA'S LALIGA WINNER!🎉🏆

Marathon fics as part of the celebration?

Help - P.G

Summary: When someone is following you, you call your boyfriend for help

It was a sunny day in Barcelona, heat and the wind flowing just the perfect beat to not be sweating like crazy and at the same time not to be so chilly. It was a perfect combination of both, so you decided it would be a good idea to take a little walk by yourself, to enjoy this bit weird but loved kind of weather.

Pablo was busy with a few interviews and you were bored, you let him know you were going out and when you got a little Ten cuidado, preciosa. Call me if anything happens, te quiero😍♥️ you replied his love affection, smiled and went out of the house.

And everything was good, you went to a park that was nearby where you and Pablo lived, ate a bit of ice cream, played with someone's dog who decided to make you happier with its presence and when it was getting a bit dark you decided to go home but not without buying something for Pablo for when he comes home.

You had distanced yourself more than you actually predicted from your home since you went to a coffee shop, to buy your guy his favorite dessert, so you where walking. It wasn't that dark and there was other people walking in the streets too so you didn't worried about anything.

Until you decided to look behind you and found a man walking a few meters behind you, you didn't paid attention to it seeing as there were other people walking your way as well but when you crossed the street and the man crossed it too you thought it was too much of coincidence.

You turned to the left and when you realised the man took the left too you started to get nervous, it was too much to be just a coincidence now, you quickly and discretly took your phone out and started walking faster, dialing Pablo. You hoped and prayed for him to pick up but you wanted to cry when the call when in to voicemail.

"Don't let him be in an interview right now, please" You murmur dialing him once more when this time he picked up

"Amor? I'm about to head to an interview, everything good?"

"Everything's bad" You tried to talk normal, you didn't wanted the man to know you were nervous "Someone is following me" You whispered and saw behind you that the man was now picking his pace too, you tried to not show nervous and looked around pretending, you weren't watching him

"¿A qué te refieres? Joder, Y/N. Where are you?"

"I'm like ten minutes away from home but I don't want to get there, I don't want him to follow me back all the way and know where our house is. But I also don't wanna spend another minute walking with him behind me"

"There's people around?" You hum

"There is" You nod "But it seems they aren't paying attention to anything else but their own stuffs"

"I'm already on my way, mi amor. I'm seeing your ubication. Do you see some store? A pharmacy? Bakery? Music store? Clothes store? Anything you may get in and wait a bit until I get there?"

"There's this music store at the other side of the road"

"Go there and keep talking to me about anything" He asked as you nodded and crossed the street walking towards the music shop.

"What do you want me to tell you?" You asked

"Tell me how beautiful you look" And with that he managed to get a smile out of you

"Pablito" You said shaking your head

"C'mon, tell me mi amor" You sighed

"I think I look good"

"That's not what I asked"

You roll your eyes "Beautiful enough to make you fall deeper in love with me"

"Again?" He asked in disblief "You never get enough of me being at your feet, verdad mi amor? It's not like I don't like being at your feet either way" You laughed "I believe that, in fact, I know it's true. Everytime I look at you I fall deeper in love with you. I like it" He said as you smile

"You're distracting me"

"Is it working?" You hum nodding

"It is a bit" You kept on walking and finally made it "I'm at the music shop"

"Why don't you buy something for my dad, amorcito?" He hummed "We already got a present for my mom and for Rora, he's the only one missing and he talked to us last time about this Spanish Rock Band he liked in his young times, what do you think?"

"I think that's a good idea" You soon saw the man enter the shop and look around for you "He's in the shop, Pablo" You said nerves coming back up

"Wait for me, bonita. In three minutes top I'm there with you" He said as you nodded trying to disappear yourself from this man's view until Pablo came in a few seconds passed when you heard Pablo speak up again "Talk to me, what kind of Spanish band's are in there?" He asked as you saw the man look around all over the place

"Pablo" You whined lightly

"I'm there bonita, I'm there" He said softly trying to reassure you "Hold on a few seconds for me, 'kay?" You hummed eyes going over the line of CD's but your mind didn't went anywhere else besides your need of Pablo being next to you.

When the sound of the door being opened filled your ears, your eyes went over to it and saw Pablo with a black sweater on, some jeans and his white sneakers. His eyes immediately found yours as you let out a sigh of relief watching him there

"Amor?" You managed to say when he came up to you. He hugged you tightly and you felt tears swell up to your eyes finally feeling safe in the arms of your boyfriend.

"¿Estás bien?" You nod

"I am now" You said looking up at his eyes, you could see from the back of his shoulders said man leaving quickly "He's gone" You murmured as Pablo quickly looked behind him

"He doesn't matter anymore, bonita" He kissed your hairline "You're good, that asshole won't come ever again near you, mi princesa" He kissed your hairline again "Want to go home?" You nod getting out of his hold "C'mon" He grabbed your hand and went to pull you towards the exit

"Wait" You said sniffing "I found the Héroes del Silencio" You showed him the album as he smiled

"Let's buy it then, I'm sure the old man will love it" He leaded the two of you towards the cashier "You good, mi amor?" You nodded laying inti his arms

"I am now that you're here" You smiled at him "My hero, always being there for me"

"Always, bonita. Always"

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[gavisuntiedboot]

Just Pretend (Gavi x reader)

Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Warnings: SMUT!! MDNI or if you're uncomfortable! Profanity!! Swearing!! Ferran and Martin (based on the reactions I think they deserve their own warning)!!

Word Count: 11.2K (fun fact! If you've read the whole story, you've read 46 pages!)

A/N: I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, BUT THERE'S A LOT I WANTED TO INCLUDE IN THIS PART (AS YOU CAN TELL BY THE WORD COUNT)

[Incoming Facetime call from: Gavi]

"Gavi, you're going to have to learn to live without seeing my face 24/7. I don't want you experiencing withdrawal symptoms while I sleep."

"I just had a question about- is that a jar of pickles?"

"Yes. I felt like having a snack."

"You're disgusting."

"Listen, I brought several things back from university life in America, and a pickle addiction was one of them. Let me have little joys in life. What did you call me for? Besides to shame me for my midnight guilty pleasures?"

This was the 7th time in two weeks that Gavi had Facetimed you at odd hours. After your little heart-to-heart while drunk in the club, and him covering for you at work the next morning, he caved into the impulsive thoughts and called you, wanting to make sure you were okay.

"Gavi it's 10pm. If you want me to help you hide a body, call me during working hours."

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding at the sound of your voice. You were okay. Like actually okay. All of the distress in your voice, the shakiness, the panic - it had all disappeared. You were back to your cool self, and it filled him with a warm and gooey sense of relief. He kept you on the phone for about 10 minutes before his internal monologue told him it was enough, and he went to bed with a strange tightness in his chest.

For the first three weeks, it had been strictly texts and phone calls. Gavi was still sending you his daily little updates, some relevant, most not.

[Gavi]: Compression socks are really tight on my shins. Feels like they're cutting off my blood flow.

[Gavi]: pedri keeps telling me to eat bananas to help with my back cramps. Fact or cap?

[Gavi]: saw someone on tiktok make a Joao Felix thirst trap. Anything you want to confess?

This texting remained constant, and then he supplemented with phone calls. After the check-up call, he had to find new excuses to call you. He started scheduling his early-morning sessions over the phone instead of over text, asking about your life in the meantime. He started "forgetting" things in your office, calling to tell you he would be there before practice to pick them up. It hadn't annoyed you, per se, but confused you. Why was Gavi so comfortable calling you and just talking about random things on the phone? Initially, you had joked with him to stop calling you so frequently.

"Gavi, personal number. Personal. You should keep all work related stuff to emails only. I don't get paid to listen to you ramble about Game of Thrones."

"I know you well enough by now to know that if you didn't want to hear my voice, you would hang up."

He wasn't exactly wrong. You were not one to shy away from hanging up in someone's face if you were irritated (you had done it to Ferran the one time he called you from Gavi's phone). You also didn't really have anyone else to talk to. Angelika, despite acting unemployed, worked for a design house in the city, and her designs had been approved as part of the new line. She now spent every waking moment working on the spring/summer collection that needed to be shown in February. She had even stopped bugging you to go to the club. The only times you heard from her were when she sent "Hey I'm alive just busy" texts, or on the weekends when she begged you to drive her to the far fabric stores. There weren't many other people that you wanted to talk to. Your friends in the US were several hours behind. Your friends in Barcelona were kind of exhausting, and not who you wanted to hear from after a long day of work. And Martin?

Martin was ... interesting. You definitely liked being with him in person. Your dinners were romantic. Martin always picked you up and took you to the nicest restaurant, allowing you to order the expensive plates that would actually make you full. He always complimented your dress and your eyes and the way you looked despite having a long day at work. He was a theoretical great boyfriend. You liked going out with him every 3-4 days. You liked getting good morning and good night texts and the hot pre-game selfies whenever you checked your phone between shifts at work. But in those late nights when you were bored and lonely, and your TV shows were all boring you, Martin was not the first person you thought of calling.

While he was great over dinner, he wasn't the most entertaining or comforting presence. He had a habit of downplaying a lot of the things you were feeling or going through.

"Baby, people make sexual comments all the time. Just look at how people on Twitter talk about the players. You should be more flattered than anything that he complimented your ass."

That was the last time you ever called him after a long and tiring day of work. Your text messages were filled with only pleasant conversations. A good goal he scored in practice. Praise you received from the rest of the medical staff for your progress. Never your frustration with your job or your life or the sad boring things that regular, not famous not football players went through.

"It's like 7pm this is not a midnight snack."

The sound of Gavi's voice brought you back from your abstract thoughts. You looked at his face lit up on the screen. His hair was a little wild and still slightly damp from his shower. He was in a white t-shirt that hugged his shoulders. He placed his phone down so that he could show you his complaint.

"Remember how we were talking about my knee and thigh tightness? I've been trying to work out the muscle for a while but it's not helping."

He moved back from the camera, letting his black gym shorts and legs come in to the frame. He lifted his left short leg, showing off the pronounced muscles in his thigh. You brought the phone a little closer to your face, focusing on his leg. He flexed the muscle, and you swallowed hard. You had seen some of the best legs in football laying in front of you - so why was Gavi's slightly blurry form on FaceTime overwhelming you?

"Have you been doing the routine I gave you to improve blood flow? It looks like you haven't."

"It's hard to do! I tried multiple times and I'm just in pain every time. We just have a match tomorrow and like it's kind of uncomfortable. It's fine I can just play through it if you don't have any other recommendations."

This made you sit up. If there was one thing that would get both of you in deep shit, it was Gavi playing through a known and documented discomfort.

"You're not going to do that. If you get injured during the match then I-"

"Awe doctora, you're concerned about me getting injured?"

He got up close to the camera, smiling cheekily and feigning shyness. You rolled your eyes.

"If you get injured in the match I will get in trouble because your muscle tightness is in your file. So you have two options: do the blood flow massage I told you to, or I need to email Xavi now and tell him you should be playing a maximum of 60 minutes in tomorrow's match."

This statement made Gavi sober up, looking instantly more serious.

"We're not telling Mister Xavi anything. I actually don't know how to do the blood flow stuff without feeling like I'm peeling off my own skin."

"Would it kill you not to play all 90 minutes tomorrow?"

"Yes." There was not one indication, neither in his tone or on his face, that he was kidding. Gavi's love for football was evident, but it was deeper than most people saw. Barca wasn't just his club - it was the air he breathed, the blood in his veins. It was his family, his brotherhood since he was a child. It was the greatest love he had ever experienced, and he was honestly willing to lay his life down if it meant making Mister and the boys proud. He would die for this club.

"You know what doctora? You can just do it for me tomorrow morning before the match."

"You can't play right after we literally batter your muscles to increase blood flow. You have to do it within the next few hours to have enough time to rest. I wish you told me this morning, I could have..." Your sentence trailed as you looked at your front door. Your car keys were sitting in the dish. You had been thinking about going out to get some dinner, too tired to wait for chicken to defrost.

"Hello? Can you focus on the crisis at hand instead of daydreaming?"

"What if I came over and did it for you now?"

Gavi's eyes got wide and he stared at his screen. He was trying to process the information that had just slithered into his brain. You? At his house? At night? Alone???

"Wait." He said, and then hung up the call. You looked at your screen in confusion.

He stabilized his hands enough to find the contact.

*Calling: ~banana king pepi~ *

"Pick up pick up pick up pick up-"

"Hello?"

"Help. Me."

Pedri paused his game, much to the dismay of his brother, who was about to score a virtual goal.

"Pablo I know you didn't go to regular school, but you should know that in an emergency you should call the police."

"Y/n asked to come to my house."

Pedri bit back a laugh, removing the controller from his lap and putting the call on speaker so Fernando could be a part of the drama.

"You finally confessed that you're in love with her and want to kick her boyfriend's teeth in?"

"I'm not in love with her, we're just friends. That second part you might be right about." Gavi summarized your reasons for coming over quickly, asking Pedri for some sage advice while he and Fer raised their eyebrows at each other in amusement.

"As long as you have condoms, invite her over Hermano."

"I don't like her like that."

"Then why are you nervous about her coming to your place?" That was a good question. He didn't know why the idea of seeing you outside of work put all his internal systems on high alert, but it did. His hands were sweating at the prospect of opening the door and seeing you standing there in something other than scrubs.

"I'm not. I'm just going to tell her to come over. No need to make a big deal about it."

"Have fun Pablito." Fernando chimed in. Gavi scoffed and hung up. He called you once again.

"Where did you go?"

"Pedri called me to make sure we were going to the stadium together tomorrow. So, are you going to come here?"

"You never gave me an address. Or a yes for that matter." You laughed out. Your heart beat began to pick up. Did Gavi not want you at his place? Did he have another girl there? 'Why would he be calling you if another girl was there?' I don't know, brain, men are weird.

"Oh. Yeah. Yes. To coming over. I want you to. I'll text you the address right now." Something in your chest tightened at this statement. Your phone dinged, and you looked at the address Gavi had sent you.

"Cool. I'll be there in 20."

The drive to Gavi's place was calm. Old One Direction played over your car's aging speakers. The chilly night air came through the rolled down windows, winter finally making its first appearances in the middle of November. As you got closer to your destination, the surroundings started to look familiar.

Gavi was looking at the street from the window of his bedroom. In his La Masia shirt and black shorts, he had perched for all 18 minutes that it took you to drive over, right after he tidied the house. He didn't want you to think he was a teenage slob. If Gavi really thought about it, he would have admitted: all he wanted was for you to respect him - see him as a man. Someone put together and capable.

You parked at the bottom of his building, texting that you had arrived. He tried not to, but he ran down the whole staircase, swinging the door open before you had gotten out of the car.

"Hey. You know you live like walking distance from Martin?" You said, approaching the front door. Gavi's face soured at this news. He was never subtle about his distaste for Martin. After that night at the club, he had made it very obvious that he thought you should break up with Martin, or at least give him a stern talking to for leaving you to stumble around drunk and alone - especially since he was the one forcing drinks on you.

"Wonderful. I'll make sure to go and give him a nice neighborly gift."

"Like what? A black eye?"

"I was just thinking of pissing in his bushes but now that you mention it I really do think "bruised" is a good look on him..." He lifted his hand to his chin to look like he was thinking. You shoved him off balance, walking towards the door.

"Lets go, Gavi. I get cranky if I don't get all my beauty sleep."

He walked into the house first, holding the door open for you. You were honestly impressed: the place did not look like a teenager's house. The bottom floor was a spacious living room and dining room, with the kitchen connected by a low wall. The tan walls had vintage Barca and Spain National Team posters hung on them. There was a large TV mounted on the wall, a PS5 placed on the shelf beneath it, a pile of games stacked high. His couch was a long L shape. black leather wrapping around a black coffee table.

"You have a Barca coffee table book?" You asked, giggling slightly as you picked up the massive picture book.

"I've been with the club since I was like 11. Everything I own I have it in Barca colors."

You looked over at the stairs and the soft glow from the top of them. Something in you was dying to know what Gavi's bedroom looked like. How many hoodies he owned, what color his sheets were, how many pillows he slept on...

You shook yourself from this line of thinking. Despite the two of you getting closer and friendlier, Gavi was still technically just your coworker. You shouldn't want to know all these things about him.

"Ok where is the stone I gave you?" You put your hand out expectantly, and he dropped the black massage gua sha in it. Gavi moved to lay on the couch, mimicking what he would do in your office.

"Before you sit down, what have you been using as lubricant?"

He snapped his head at you, cheeks and the tips of his ears turning pink.

"I, I, um, lub- why do you need to know what kind of lubricant I use? That's a really personal question?"

You stared at him in confusion, wondering why he had gotten shy and stuttery at the question.

"So I can use that lubricant on you now?" He stood up, swallowing hard. He took several deep breaths before saying:

"y/n, I didn't invite you here to do anything sexual. If this is a joke that Pedri asked you to play it's-"

"Pablo you brainless bitch. I meant what have you been using as massage lubricant, because you're not supposed to scrape the stone across your dry skin."

You both stared at each other for a long moment. You had one brow raised, smirk playing on your lips. You were holding back a laugh at the thought: Gavi was thinking you wanted to know what he used to jerk off. Or sleep with someone. That second thought made you slightly nauseous. Gavi's eyes were wide, his mouth still open in shock. You had the courage to speak first.

"I see that the reason you have been feeling pain is because you have been giving yourself microabruises. Go get some oil or lotion so I can do this for you, and I expect my gas money in full tomorrow on my desk."

"Can you, uh, turn around?"

"Why?"

"I don't... I don't want you seeing where I got the lotion from."

"See now Pablo, if you had just gone upstairs, I would have thought it was from the cabinet or the bathroom. But since you've made it weird, you've confirmed that it's from your bedside table. Just go before you make this situation more sexually awkward."

“No but I-“

You held up one finger to your lips to silence him, then pointed in the direction of the stairs. He shuffled past you awkwardly and then took off, taking the stairs two at a time. You laughed to yourself. It was always funny seeing glimpses of innocence and youth in Gavi, especially since he was always pushing himself to act older and more mature.

Pablo was not having a good time. He ran to his bathroom to splash cold water on his now violently blushing face. He thought you would be able to see the mess of clothes in his bedroom if he opened the door. Now the conversation had shifted into an oddly sexual realm, and he didn’t know how to deal. The idea of sex didn’t usually embarrass him - it bothered him when the guys would talk about nothing else, but he thought he had finally reached a level of maturity where he could say “pussy” and not giggle. So why was he so damn shy right now? Why was he embarrassed to his core that you had mentioned him jerking off?

Pablo would describe his masturbatory habits as efficient. Once he and his teammates at La Masía turned 14, the medical staff had all sat them down for “the talk”. Obviously there was the parental stuff about safe sex and all that, but from a sports aspect he knew: sexual frustration is bad for performance. So a couple nights a week he would rub one out hoping to ensure optimal performance. Lately, however, he has lessened his “alone time” significantly. Since Ferran had shown him that picture of you, since he started daydreaming about holding your hand, the feel of your skin, he was borderline afraid to jerk off. He didn’t want to see your face. Coming to terms with the fact that he liked your company was already too overwhelming. Pablo was convinced this was a waiting game: you were just new and exciting. Eventually he would see another picture of another girl, and you would go back to “that one girl physio”, and he could jerk in peace.

He came back downstairs, sheepishly handing you a tube of lotion, and then quickly laying on the couch, hoping to avoid your line of sight.

“Lotion for Men? Gavi, you know that your skin won’t melt off it the product doesn’t say ‘for men’ right?”

“We had a media intern last year that saw a tube of strawberry chapstick in my bag, and she sent the picture to 3 or 4 gossip instagram pages, saying ‘look! Stuff for women! Gavi has a girlfriend!’ So now I only use stuff that can’t be mistaken as something for my nonexistent girlfriend.”

“What if they think you have a boyfriend instead?”

“That might be ideal actually. Then maybe I could go home without being mobbed.”

You smiled at Gavi, who was now more relaxed and far less red. His arms were crossed behind his head, legs stretched out and shorts rolled up slightly so you could access the upper parts of his thighs. You placed some lotion on his legs and began rubbing it in.

“Wow. Does the rest of the team know you offer private massage services?” He asked, resting his head and looking up at the ceiling.

“Obviously not. You think Ferran would ever leave me alone if he knew this was an option?”

Gavi laughed loudly at this. Watching you reject and diss Ferran on an almost daily basis was the highlight of training. Sometimes your responses were so creative that he would run to write them down before the end of the break. His personal favorite was when Ferran asked when you two were finally going to go on a date, and you replied with ‘After my lobotomy next week so my brain is immune to mind numbing conversation with you’.

But as he looked down at you, Pablo noticed that your face was twisted in distain. You began moving the stone around his thighs, working in sweeping downward motions. The frown lines etched hard into your skin, eyes narrowed in concentration and slight disgust.

“Does Ferran make you uncomfortable?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“So the answer is yes he does.” Gavi’s voice was lowering with genuine concern. He and the team, the coaches, and even the rest of the physical staff only really laughed at or brushed off your daily interactions with the player. He hadn’t realized how deeply the comments were bothering you. But now it was evident as you swallowed and started working his thigh a little harder.

“I don’t want to speak ill of your friend.”

“If he’s bothering you, you should have told me. Or someone else on the team. We could have made him stop.”

“But why wasn’t me telling him I didn’t like it enough to make him stop?”

You pressed harder into Gavi now, stone running alone the muscles in his calf. You should have been using a lighter hand, but emotion you had been suppressing for months was all bubbling to the surface.

“You’re going kind of hard on my leg…”

“Why does it have to be you or Xavi or Dr. Gonzalez? Why do my words hold so little weight? So little value?”

“Okay this is painful now-“

“Why does it have to be one of you to say ‘hey, you shouldn’t make sexual remarks to someone on staff’? You think he tells anyone else their ass looks good in scrubs? Or that he’s glad their office has a door with a lock? No. It’s just me. Because I’m a girl he can talk about fucking me in broad daylight around the whole squad, and I have to shut up and keep him happy or I lose my job. It’s just so-“

“Ay fuck y/n!” Gavi yelled out, grabbing your wrist and tugging it forcefully to get you to stop your abuse on his leg. You grabbed his other thigh with your free hand, digging your fingers into the flesh. He looked you in the eyes, and finally noticed the tears starting to form.

“I know how you feel.”

"No you fucking don't, Pablo!" You yelled back, hand digging into his thigh, the other still in his grasp. This is when the first tear finally fell. I had been weighing on you for weeks - the slow realization that you were never going to respected in the way you deserved. A part of you knew that Martin was contributing to this burden as well. The arch of his brow when you talked about sports medicine terms, the mocking smile that played on his lips. The way he had adopted Ferran's disgusting little pet name of 'nurse'. You were disintegrating from the inside, and knowing that the others thought it was a joke, that Pablo thought it was a joke, was the final straw.

Gavi could do nothing but stare. His eyes softened, taking in your slumped form. It was like watching Hercules fall to his knees. Like watch the stars were falling from the sky and hitting the Earth in a fiery blaze. Watching you, who was normally so cool, so confident, so self assured, shake with silent tears was breaking something in Gavi. The way you said his name made his heart physically ache. You rarely diverted from his nickname to use his first name. 'When you did, it usually indicated a serious tone 'Pablo' meant there was something serious, something heavy. Now that heaviness was against your throat, suffocating you, and you were tired of carrying it.

Gavi stopped thinking. He acted on impulse only. He tugged the wrist that was in his hand, pulling you in. Your head met with his hard chest, and you felt one arm circle your shoulder. You remained like this for a long moment: up against Gavi, his arm pressing you into his chest, his shirt soaking up the wetness on your cheeks.

"'m sorry. I wont let him talk to you that way anymore."

You composed yourself, pushing yourself off Gavi and wiping your eyes. You looked away, embarrassed that you'd made him comfort you - that you'd broken down in front of him.

"It's okay. I can deal with Ferran."

"But you shouldn't have to."

"It's not your job to protect me, Pablo."

You finished the rest of your job in silence. Your fingers moved expertly around his skin, working out the muscle and pressing into his flesh, a soft gasp or hiss from Gavi being the only sound to fill the room. Your anger was irrational, but you couldn't quell it. You had gotten this far in life without the protection or defense of anyone, and you weren't prepared to be coddled now. You finished quickly, wiping your hands on your pant legs and moving to grab your bag.

"I'm going to go now. Get some sleep for tomorrow's match against Betis. Good night." You tried to walk past Gavi without looking up, but he blocked your path.

"You're in my way."

"You're not leaving while you're upset."

"You want me to stop being upset? Stop pretending you give a shit about my feelings. You want to look like a man? Telling off Ferran so people think you're a good person?" You shoved past Gavi once again, and once again he moved in front of you, blocking the door completely.

"Just because you're older than me doesn't mean I'll let you disrespect me in my own house. I'm not pretending to give a shit. I do give about your comfort and your feelings because last I check, we're friends. I've been waiting to break Ferran's shins for weeks, I've just been waiting for you to say so."

"You think it would make me feel better for you to hurt a teammate? Could you be any more juvenile?"

Gavi took a step towards you, arms crossed over his chest, breathing more heavy. He looked you straight in the eye, not allowing you to break from the gaze.

"You can yell at me all you want. You can be angry at the fact that I care about you. You can punch me," he hit on his chest, "right here if you want to. But I am not a child. Don't refer to me as one. So you can go an be upset and pretend that everything I do is selfish, but you know deep down that no matter how much you push me away, I'm looking out for your best interest." He opened the door and stepped aside.

"Drive safely, doctora."

You walked to your car, turning to gaze at Gavi, who leaned against the door frame, watching you intently. You were the most confusing person he had ever met. You were stubborn and easily irritated. You refused to accept help. You were fucking frustrating. But as he watched you walk to your car, something warm filled his body. He didn't want you to leave. He wanted to rush after you, pull you into his chest again, and take you upstairs. He wanted you to see the mess in his bedroom. He wanted you to lay on the couch. And the drive didn't feel like you were going home. It felt like you had left something important behind.

~

The next morning you were up before your alarm. You couldn't find sleep or peace. Your words to Gavi had eaten you alive all through the night. You knew you had been too harsh, projected too far onto him, but you hadn't been thinking straight. It hurt differently to think that he was laughing at your expense. The guilt followed you around all morning as you prepared yourself for the match. You slicked back your hair, pulling it away from your face, and dressed in the slacks and pullover that all the field medics were regulated to wear. But as you sipped your lukewarm coffee, the guilt still sat in your stomach, swirling and festering and making you nauseous. So you swallowed your pride with your last sip of coffee and pressed the call button.

"Uh, hello? Am I late?" Gavi's voice asked, raspy and dripping with the remnants of sleep. He sounded like a child who was woken up for school.

"Oh no, you're not late. I'm up early... couldn't sleep."

"Why not?" Gavi was now fully awake after processing that you had called him. His heartrate elevated slowly, the sound of your voice helping the tiredness slip away from his very being.

"I... I feel guilty about yesterday. I shouldn't have taken out all my anger on you and your thigh tissue. I really appreciate you looking out for me. I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

Gavi was leaning against his sink, swaying back and forth and smiling stupidly. You were thinking about him. You appreciated him. It made him swell with pride. He listened intently to the rest of your apology, hypnotized by the sound of your voice.

"There's no need to apologize doctora. I understand that you were upset."

"But I still feel bad. I was.. pretty mean to you yesterday. I want to make sure that you're not still upset with me."

Gavi looked into the mirror, smiling and dancing at your response.

"If you really want to make it up to me, I would like to cash in my favor."

You were in the process of grabbing your keys when you paused, eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"Favor? I don't remember owing you any favors."

"La doctora, you don't remember? Let me refresh your memory. You go home drunk and don't set an alarm. I come up with a wonderful and convincing excuse for Dr. G so that you don't get in trouble. You owe me, and I quote, anything I want. Ring any bells?"

You scrunched your face and groaned in distain. You remembered rather vividly now the promise you had made.

"Alright Gavi, hit me with it. I can take it. How am I repaying you saving my job?" You heard a low chuckle from the other side of the line.

"You'll be driving me home from the stadium starting today until we break for Christmas."

"What?!"

"You'll be driving me home. Pedri is working with Adidas for several campaigns over the next month, and it'll be a pain getting home after practice. Since you know the way now, you can get there easily. And hey, you can even visit Martin afterwards."

You started your car, thinking about the ask. It was on your way home anyways to drive by Gavi's neighborhood. And it would probably make you both even after your missteps.

"Fine. We will discuss further in the stadium when I see you. Go go, prep for the match. I want us to win today."

"We are going to win for sure. Give us a harder goal."

"Don't be arrogant Gavi. See you at noon."

~

Matchday at the camp was always extremely hectic, but especially for the medical staff. Meetings started at 9am despite the game not beginning until 3pm. All the equipment had to be approved by La Liga through inspection. Your wardrobe was inspected as well, and once again you were told off for not removing your rings. You pulled them off your fingers begrudgingly, hearing once again the lecture about rings tearing gloves. You were already over the match by the time the players started to arrive.

You made your way to the locker room to do some checks on players with pre-listed discomforts, making suggestions to prevent injury during the game. You were greeted warmly by the players as you pulled out your clipboard and pen. You made your way around, telling certain players to wear compression socks, and instructing others to stretch in certain ways. You made your way over to Pedri and Gavi, pulling out your notes.

"Pedri, how is that right thigh?"

"Amazing, y/n. I've been using resistance bands nightly like you instructed. I feel as flexible as playdoh."

"Always great to hear. Also congrats about the expanded Adidas contract." Pedri lifted his shirt over his head and looked at you somewhat confused.

"Ah thank you but... which contract specifically?"

Gavi's eyes were wide in panic. He had forgotten to fill in Pedri about his little white lie. It was true that Pedri had some filming with Adidas, but it would take about 3 days max. There was no reason that Gavi could pinpoint that would make him lie to get you to drive him home for 4 weeks. But he did it anyways, and now he needed to make sure it didn't collapse because of a lapse in communication.

"Gavi told me you'd be filming with Adidas, so I'll be driving him home until the Christmas break."

Pedri shot a look to the younger boy, one eyebrow arched, and found the expression of desperation on his face. The smile crept onto Pedri's face, proud of his friend for finally making some sort of move with you, even if he was yet to admit it was made because of the crush he was harboring.

"Oh that's right! They have us filming a lot of content at night to show off the color of these new boots, so it's really helpful that you'll be taking little Gavi home."

The sigh of relief was almost a little too loud. Gavi would fill Pedri in later, but for now, he was glad that he hadn't been caught in the lie.

"Anytime. Now onto little Gavi himself - how is the thigh tension?" You worked on Gavi, evaluating his physical form.

"I didn't know the nurse was making house visits today!"

Your jaw clenched and eye twitched at the sound of Ferran's voice. You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, and continued to check for signs of bruising and distress, crouched close to the ground to inspect Gavi's thighs.

"Wow Pablito, got her on her knees for you? You'll have to tell me the secret."

"Ferran, you couldn't get a dog to love you if you were covered in bacon. Be quiet and get changed so you can sit on the bench for 90 minutes."

You looked up at Gavi, shocked at his response. You squeezed his thigh, causing him to meet your concerned gaze.

"Gavi, tell me to shut up again and you'll be preparing for a prolonged hospital stay."

"I'd like to see you fucking try, Torres." Gavi moved from his place, approaching Ferran, before a hand from Pedri gripped his shoulder. One of the assistant coaches noticed the argument and rushed over, eager to prevent his players from killing each other.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ferran looked at Gavi with disgust, and then turned his eyes to rest on your chest.

"I think y/n is creating an uncomfortable environment in the locker room. I'd prefer if she wasn't here." He said, smirk playing on his lips. Your face paled, the colors draining and nausea bubbling. The last thing you needed was a complaint from a player.

"She wasn't doing anything except looking at my leg. She didn't even speak." Gavi responded, voice high and a touch too loud to be respectful.

"y/n, it may be better if you leave for field inspection. Send in Antonio to continue current problem rounds."

You nodded and walked out of the locker room, feeling utterly embarrassed. All you ever wanted was to make a good impression and be respected, and it seemed that no one paid your wellbeing any mind. You bit back your feelings and went to find Antonio. Gavi was not as merciful.

"What mental deficiencies do you suffer from that would make you say that? What if she loses her job?"

"She won't lose her job. She'll get a warning because of player complaints, and then she'll come to me and do whatever I ask to get the complaint removed. Just want to watch her bend over that desk just once before they realize she's incompetent."

"Say nasty shit about y/n in front of me again and I'll kick your fucking teeth in."

Ferran wanted to laugh, but the sound died in his throat when he saw the look in Gavi's eyes. His eyes were angry, cold-blooded, and murderous.

"You wouldn't dare." He retorted, trying to regain some confidence by calling the bluff.

"We play football for a living. I can make it look like a fucking accident." With that, Gavi left the locker room, ready to be away from Ferran and his punchable face.

~

Normally, you loved being on the sidelines for matches. You got to watch all the action as it occurred, and you got hands-on experience with the Barca players and the visiting teams (maybe it was bad, but you prayed Joao would need medical attention when Atletico was at Camp Nou). You got to enjoy every aspect of your job, and feel like you had come a significant way in your journey. Normally. Today, you wish you were at home or in your office or anywhere but the sidelines. Word had gotten back to both the coaching staff and the rest of the team about the little disagreement in the locker room, and now all eyes were on you. Xavi gave you the normal courtesy head nod, but gave you specific instructions to stay away from the bench and the players. It was a mortifying experience, and you prayed this game would end quickly and painlessly.

Your wish was granted in the first half. The team was playing cohesively and relatively safely, with a couple fouls here and there but no injuries requiring any attention. Lewandowsky scored a goal in the 34th minute, putting the team in the lead 1-0 at the half (during which, you were asked not to be in the locker room or the tunnel). This only made you feel worse. Player complaint were the kiss of death for any aspiring professionals in sports. You get into a disagreement with a player? You're gone. Why? Because there are thousands of physios and photographers and water boys, but only onw left forward worth 48 million Euros.

In the second half, however, you did not get your wish. Areal collisions came one after the other, requiring you to rapidly check players for any sort of head trauma. In the 67th minute, Gavi assisted Pedri with an amazing goal from deep in the box. You jumped when you saw the ball hit the back of the net. Pedri did his signature goal celebrations, and after he pulled away, your eyes locked with Gavi. He raised his eyebrows at you and you returned the gesture, and then he resumed the aggressive attacking. At minute 70, you were contemplating packing your things. The intensity of the match had died down significantly. Barca were passively looking for a third goal, and were not as prone to injury. This all changed in minute 72, when the midfielder decided he hated Gavi. Dribbling with the ball, Gavi was trying to turn to give him more options to pass or dribble, but he was surrounded by three people. As he tried to break free, the Betis player's knee collided with Gavi's groin. Hard.

The sound of the collision and then the fall to the ground sounded like it was heard in the entirety of the stadium. Your jaw went slack and eyes went wide. Gavi was on the floor, unmoving. You didn't even think, using enough brain power to grab the medical bag at your side, and then sprinted across the field to Gavi. There was a crowd of players surrounding him now, creating a tight ring of people. You approached the group, placing your hands on the nearest person, and then shoving.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY! MEDIC! MOVE!"

You finally go the bodies to disperse, and laying there was Gavi, tears in his eyes and whimpering from pain. He had one arm slung over his face, and the other gripped his shirt in immense pain. When he saw you approach, he looked at you with pleading eyes, begging for anything that would stop the throbbing pain he was experiencing.

"Gavi, where did you get kneed exactly? Where is the most intense pain?" You asked, kneeling to the ground and pulling on your gloved.

"My... my dick. I got kneed in the dick and it feels like hell." He replied. He was in too much pain to be shy. His dick fucking hurt, and he wanted anything to soothe the pain as quickly as possible.

"Gavi, I'm going to touch you now, okay?" You asked, hand hovering over the area. He nodded, not fully processing what you were saying or what was happening. You placed your hand over his dick and his eyes shot open. You began to massage the area slightly, moving your hand around, trying to prevent receptors of pain from activating and working to increase blood flow to the area.

And increase blood flow you did. Gavi felt the blood begin to pool in his shorts, and now that the pain was subsiding the embarrassment was returning, he took in what was actually happening. You had one hand on his cock and balls, moving them around slowly, and one on his hip, making sure the area wasn't sensitive. You looked up at Gavi, who was still in somewhat intense pain.

"Here, give me your hand." You placed your hand atop his, guiding it to his injury.

"Keep moving your hand around where you got kneed, and we'll get you on the bench. I would give you ice but I don't think that's idea here. Can you walk alone?" Gavi nodded, and you and the medical staff cleared the field. Gavi walked to the bench himself, earning cheers and love from all the fans in the stadium. He sat on the bench, continuing to massage his bruised genitals, and trying to make his blush subside by the end of the match.

~

After a stunning 3-0 win, you were ready to go to bed and never wake up again. Your whole body ached, and you had gotten dizzy from the sun exposure mixed with the biting chill of late November. You were barely able to drag your body to the players area - which you still could not enter. You received an email on your phone saying that Dr. Gonzalez would speak to you personally regarding the player complaint. Just as you were ready to burst into tears, Gavi emerged from the locker room, Pedri trailing close behind.

"Enjoy the game today?" Pedri asked, pulling you out of your trance.

"Loved it. I just wish Gavi could stop running into people so I could have a better viewing experience."

Gavi took this as an opportunity to enter the discussion, groaning on about how the other teams bullied him and were extra tough on him as the three of you walked to the garage.

"See you tomorrow, Pedri." You waved, unlocking your car and climbing into the driver's seat. He waived at you, and approached Gavi to hug him goodbye. As he pulled the younger boy in he whispered in his ear.

"I don't know how you thought of this little lie, but now you're going to be alone with her every day for four weeks. Ready to admit that you like her?" Gavi let out a fake laugh, playfully slapping Pedri on the shoulder.

"I don't like her like that. I just want to relieve some burden off of you, Hermano."

"Mhm yeah I'm sure. Just try not to get hard watching her drive on your first ride home. Wait until day 4 or 5." With that, Pedri walked to his own car, getting ready to call Fernando and update him about the circus that was Pablo's love life, and enjoying only being mobbed by 1/2 the normal amount of fans.

Gavi walked to your car quickly, climbing in and tossing his bag in the back. He tried not to think about Pedri's words. He was perfectly capable of sitting next to you, his friend, without being aroused just because you were a girl. At least he hoped he was. He was not hunched over and thinking deeply. Why did he decide that this was the best way for you to repay him? It's not like Pedri had ever complained about chauffeuring him around. And it's not like he didn't enjoy rides home with Pedri, listening to Quevedo and making idle conversation. But lately he just wanted to be around you - make sure you were okay.

The ring of your phone broke Gavi's train of thought. You answered on your car's speaker.

"Hola Martin. How are you doing?"

The sound of Martin's voice twisted Gavi's intestines, making him nauseous and fatigued. He hated the sound of his voice, the thought of his face, the words that he strung together and decided to say to you.

"Hola sexy. How are you doing this evening?"

You rolled your eyes. You knew exactly why Martin had chosen to call at this time. You had texted him earlier in the day, asking if he would be home that evening so you could drop by. This had led to a brief inquisition, with Martin wondering why you wanted to see him suddenly, and why you would be in his neighborhood. Once he found out it was because you would be in a car with Gavi alone, something in his behavior switched. He suddenly wanted to be a doting boyfriend who called and checked up on you.

"I'm doing well. You're on speaker in the car. I'm driving Gavi home right now."

"Are you still coming over afterwards? I've missed you so bad." Martin whined out that last part in such an animated way that it made you want to laugh. You knew what he was doing. He wanted to assert his dominance over Gavi, and make it think that you were going to swiftly go get railed by Martin right after you delivered Gavi at his doorstep. the truth was, despite dating Martin for several months now, you two had yet to go all the way. There had of course been kissing and some heavy petting, but no articles of clothing had never his the floor.

"I'll see how I'm feeling after Gavi leaves and call you then. Bye Martin." You said quickly, hanging up the call once you took a quick look at the disgusted look Gavi had plastered on.

"I'd mock you if I didn't think I would throw up." He said, trying to be lighthearted but failing. You didn't reply, feeling slightly embarrassed that he had to listen to your boyfriend's weak attempts to prove his manliness.

"No it's okay, go ahead and mock my boyfriend who moans on the phone when other people can hear." Your laugh was also stiff and forced. The call had made the air thicker and the mood more tense. You handed Gavi the phone, instructing him to play some music so that you weren't sat in the awkward silence that Martin seemed to always create between the two of you.

"This is a lot of pressure now on me. I'm never on AUX." He says, scrolling through his music. He pressed the song, and the sound poured from the speakers.

"Enrique Iglesias? Isn't he before your time?" You asked, smiling from ear to ear. You loved Cuando Me Enamoro, and the familiarity helped release the tension from your shoulders. As the song played, you started softly singing along. You opened the cover of the moon roof, allowing more of the street light to enter the car.

Gavi turned to look at you, examining your features. Your eyes were soft, focused on the road ahead of you. Your fingers drummed against the steering wheel to the beat. You had one leg up as you drove, leaning into the door slightly. Your lips moved along with the lyrics, singing contently. Gavi could not move his eyes from the sight. Your lips forming every letter were drawing in his focus, hypnotizing him. He never wanted to look away from the soft pink flesh. His thoughts began escaping his control. He wanted to hear you sing louder. He wanted to hear you speak, watching those lips talk about anything your heart held a passion for. He wondered what they would feel like against the pads of his fingers. He imagined what it would be like to kiss them - softly at first, just to feel their warmth and softness. Then harder, to interlock with his own, to bite them, pull them, have them stretched around him, make them cry out his name.

"Pablo?"

He snapped up, giving himself whiplash. Gavi had not noticed that he had rested himself on the center console, leaning against his palm and daydreaming so deeply it drowned out the sound of your voice calling his name.

"Sorry to disturb your deep pondering, but we're here." He looked up at you, vision still rose tinted from the deep dive he had conducted on your lips. His mouth hung open, wanting to say something, but the words would not form in his head. He wanted to touch you. He wanted you to be closer. But he couldn't say it. So instead he extended his hand for a fist bump, coupled with a quick mutter of 'goodnight'. He grabbed his bag, quickly closing the door and digging for his keys.

"Gavi?"

He looked back at you. Your eyes locked for a moment. His hazel eyes conveyed an emotion that you couldn't understand. You didn't want to look away from him.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" There was a plead in the question that didn't escape either of you. It was a request. You wanted to see him. His eyes softened, crinkling at the sides as a smile spread across his space.

"Of course, doctora. Drive safe, and let me know when you get home."

Your eyes remained locked until Gavi shut his front door. He leaned against it breathing deeply, as you leaned your head against your steering wheel. You both felt a deep longing for the other, the feeling of "I miss you" sinking in as soon as the door clicked. But he got off the door, and you turned your engine back on, and you both ignored the feeling that something was missing.

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Gavi was proud of himself. He was only half hard after leaving the car, despite the most sinful and inappropriate thoughts about your lips festering in his mind. He tried to eat, but he had no appetite. All he wanted to do was call you, text you, read your old messages. He threw his phone on his bed. He didn't understand why you now took up so much of his headspace and thought. He went to shower for the third time that day, hoping to relieve the tension permanently etched into his limbs.

You knocked on Martin's door for a third time. You had called him from Gavi's to let him know you were coming. He answered the phone out of breath and rushed, telling you to just come over, and hanging up quickly. It was night and day from the concerned lover that had called earlier. On the drive over you rationalized his behavior. Did you really have time for a boyfriend that wanted to talk to you often and be with you and have sex and sleepovers? No. You were busy and focused on advancing your career. So maybe Martin and his distance and indifference was actually perfect.

He finally opened the door after three rounds of knocking and two phone calls.

"You're here sooner than I expected." He said, cheeks slightly pink and breathing fast.

"Yeah Gavi lives really close by. Can I come in?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at his form, which blocked the entryway entirely.

"Uh," he looked over his shoulder before responding, "yeah sure. Come in." You entered his house, removing your shoes at the door. Martin had called you "backwards" the first time you did this at his house. As a person in medicine, you couldn't comprehend tracking the entire bacteria ecosystem onto the floor of his house, but it was one of those things you just agreed to disagree on.

"Making sure the other girlfriend left before letting me in?" You laughed, and he spun around quickly, grabbing you by the shoulders and leaning down to look at you.

"I know you make a lot of jokes, but this can't be one of them," he said, his tone somber and serious. "Don't ever joke about me being a cheater. It's not who I am and I am a better person than that." You were shocked by his sudden change in mood, putting your hands up in surrender and apologizing.

Gavi laid awake in bed, legs tangled in the sheets, moving from one side to the other, unable to find a single moment of rest. He checked the phone on his nightstand every couple of minutes, waiting to see your name light up the screen. Why weren't you home? It had been over an hour since you had left his house. Martin was definitely not interesting enough to keep you at his place for so long, especially after a match day. The longer he thought about it, the more the sweat pooled on his brow and the dread seeped into him. Maybe you two were having sex. Maybe you would be spending the night at his house, and Gavi would never get the "I'm home" text. He tried to calm himself, but everything irritated him. Why did you have to leave him to go to your stupid boyfriend's house? Why did he want you to tell Martin to fuck off and lay on the couch with him? Why did he want to know so badly if you two were having sex?

As with most news he got about your relationship, he heard the tip from Ansu who obviously heard it from Ferran: after three months together, you and Martin had still not had sex. After the initial 'why the hell are you guys talking about this', Gavi started to listen to Ansu's gossip as he packed his things after practice. He heard about Martin's complaints.

"Apparently, he told Ferran that she will kiss him and touch him and make him hard, then she will pull away and go home. He said first it was like exciting - ya know, being teased, playing hard to get. But now he's kind of getting impatient ya know. Ferran told him to get another girl."

"To break up with y/n?" Gavi asked a little more enthusiastically than he intended. Pedri looked up from his phone and raised an eyebrow at Gavi, but refrained from making a comment. He wanted to go home, and he knew the longer this conversation continued, the longer it would be till he could sit in front of his TV and play FIFA.

"No not to break up with her. Ferran was like 'oh you know she's wife material like she is good in front of cameras and will look nice for your Wikipedia page. But if you want to have sex just go to a girl in a club and sleep with her and then do the couple shit with y/n when you feel like it. You already set her expectations low."

Pedri swears to this day he saw the smoke rise from Gavi's ears at the suggestion that Martin cheat on you. In football and in life, Gavi hated cheats. He wanted to tell you, but was advised against it.

"Unless we hear that he is actually cheating on her, there's no need to hurt her feelings or add stress to her life."

So now he sat in bed, frustrated in more than one way, as he thought about you and Martin having sex. He closed his eyes, hoping to conjure up a new mental image, but all he saw was you. You were in the same sweatshirt and leggings that you had come over in the other day. Martin was nowhere to be seen. You were in the living room, laying on the soft leather of the couch, beckoning Gavi over.

He felt the blood begin to pool and his cock start to harden. He threw one arm over his eyes, groaning loudly. It had become a common occurrence for him to get horny when thinking about you, but usually he could will the image away by reminding himself that you two were friends and would not be anything more. Usually. Today it wasn't working. The image of you on his couch, licking your lips and calling him over refused to disappear. The tighter he closed his eyes the stronger it got.

He moved his hand to palm his aching erection through the fabric of the boxers he had worn to sleep. The you in his head was standing now, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt. The sight of skin (imaginary as it was), encouraged him further, and set his very skin ablaze. He pushed down his boxers, stroking himself slowly now. In his head now, you had slowly stripped away your sweatshirt, leaving you in a bra and tight leggings that cupped your ass in the most sensual ways. He was panting now, breathing heavily, switching between stroking his cock and playing with the head. In his mind you stripped off your leggings, leaving you in just your bra and panties for him to stare at, taking in the sight of your body. Beads of precum formed at the head, which he spread around, teasing his most sensitive nerves. He knew once he came you would disappear, and he didn't want to be without you.

The real you was in a similar position: seductive and shirtless. You were currently under Martin, shirt having been discarded somewhere in the living room as he pressed you into the couch. He broke from you to pull off his shirt, then captured your lips once again. You move fervently to match his pace. He kneaded your breasts between his hands. Rough. Everything Martin did was fast and rough. And you tried to keep up, but the only sounds leaving you were heavy breaths from exertion, not arousal.

The scene in Gavi's head switched perspectives. He was now on the couch, legs spread open, inviting you in. You walked towards him slowly, and he drank in the sight of you. You crawled onto his lap, straddling him, and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes, your lips, your breasts - the image of all three sent shock waves through his body and straight to his cock. He gripped it now. He wanted to turn to his nightstand, grab something to lubricate with and stroke in earnest, but he was afraid he would lose the vision of you.

In Martin's house, the real you was searching for an escape. Martin was kissing your neck, grinding into you like a dog in heat. After a few minutes he noticed that you had gone silent, even your breathing relaxing now. He came up to look at you. What kind of girl didn't get turned on from activities like this? He decided to switch positions so that you were laying on top of him, and he dug his fingers into your hips and ass pressing your clothed core against him. He was unmistakably hard, but you felt nothing. There was no pool in your panties or heat in your loins. You were kissing him hard but felt, well, indifferent. Like you might rather be doing laundry.

In Gavi's head, you were a puddle. He had captured your lips between his own, kissing you deeply as you rocked against him, the kiss only breaking when he hit your sweet spot, causing you to moan out. He let his hands roam your bare skin, and he could almost feel the warmth. Fingers resting on your waist, he moved with you, rutting against each other and chasing your release. He looked down at the two of you, watching the wet spot on your panties grow as you ground your clit into his hard-on. He moved to your neck, kissing and suckling until little marks bloomed on the skin. You whimpered out, and now Gavi wanted to do everything in his power to make you moan in earnest. You were looking at him with those gorgeous eyes, begging, pleading, imploring Gavi to do more. And he wanted to do so much more.

The action ended for the real you rather quickly. Martin was pushing you against him, bruising your pelvic bone as he chased his own orgasm, almost forgetting that you weren't a sex doll. You decided to help finish him off quickly and go back to your place. Maybe you would still have time for that laundry. You placed your hands on either side of his head, his face basically buried in your breasts, and you started to grind into him earnestly, rocking your hips in a way that you knew drive men crazy. Within 45 seconds he was cumming in his pants, moaning loudly, and pressing into you so hard you were worried it would leave marks. You gave him a quick kiss and tugged your shirt back on. You both exchanged words about seeing each other soon, and you walked out of his house to your car alone and unsatisfied.

Gavi was almost in pain. His cock was angry and throbbing, begging for him to stroke himself in earnest. But he couldn't do it dry, and he would rather remove his cock entirely than lose this dream of you. You were now in front of him, on your knees, touching his upper thighs. He felt the ghostly sensation on his skin as he remembered every time you pressed your fingers into the muscular flesh in your office (or on his couch). You pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprung free. You leaned over and let your tongue hang from your mouth, your drool flowing on to his cock. Gavi brought his hand up and spit in his palm, pretending it was you. He brought it back down and began stroking, long fluid motions from base to tip. You were also stroking him, looking up at him with those big innocent "fuck me" eyes, and he couldn't stop himself from moaning out.

He wanted you. He wanted you to be on your knees for him, on his lap, under him in bed. He wanted you. He had never been harder in his life. And then he got to those lips. Those pink perfect lips that spoke to him so gently, teased him, called out his name - in his mind he watched them stretch over his cock. His self restraint snapped. He brought his hand up again, spitting into his palm multiple times, and beginning to stroke his cock rapidly. He wished it was you. He wished it was your smaller hand wrapped around him, so he could guide you to stroke it in just the way he liked. He was playing with the head of his cock now, imagining your lips sinking deeper and deeper over him, looking up at him with tears in your pretty eyes.

There was no more pretending and no more care. The sheets were thrown off, the room filled with heavy breaths, groans, and the squelching sound of Gavi pumping his cock. His dream you had pulled of and was now leaving gently kisses on his cock, licking the head shyly. Your lips were red and swollen, a product of his passionate kisses and his member. Gavi was almost there. He squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, trying to see you, imagine you more clearly. You were alternating licking at his slit and sucking on his head. He was gone. Moans of your name mixed with "please" filled his room. He wished you were there. He wanted to feel your skin, the smooth warmth under his finger tips. He wanted to hear your voice, soft and silky and telling him how good he was going. He was so, so close. He had never edged himself this much in his life, but he wanted to keep watching you.

The dream you pulled off of the head of Gavi's cock, placing a kiss on it, before crawling back up his body. He tried to capture your lips in yet another kiss, but he couldn't. He felt you drape yourself over his thigh, grinding into the muscle there as you pumped his cock for him. He fisted his own cock at a bruising pace. He would deal with the consequences afterwards. Now he was ready to cum to you, for you. You leaned into his ear, still riding his thigh, one hand wrapped around him, and you moaned out,

"Pablo."

His orgasm washed over him in a tidal wave, knocking the air out of him. He moaned your name out loudly, filling the whole house with his sounds of pleasure. Cum landed on his chest, and he continued to pump himself through the orgasm, thinking of you and riding out his high. When it was over, he calmed himself and worked to slow his breathing. His eyes were still screwed shut, but you weren't there anymore. He was alone and covered in his own load, and he was still thinking about you.

Once he had composed himself (and his legs were stable enough for him to walk, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, donning a new pair of boxers to actually sleep in. Once he returned to his bed, he saw his phone light up.

[Doctora]: I just got home. Have a good night Pablo

His chest got tight again as he laid in bed, staring at your words to him. You hadn't forgotten. He set his alarm and laid down, the exhaustion from his orgasm settling in now and making his eyelids heavy. When he closed his eyes, he saw you again. This time you were fully clothes - in one of his hoodies and a pair of his sweats. You were in bed next to him, arm stretched out, beckoning him to come closer to you. Gavi hugged one of his pillows close to his chest, imagining it was you sleeping in his arms, and drifted off.

[Gavi]: Have a good night, doctora. Dream of me

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A/N: not proofread because I don't feel like it. I hope you al enjoy this part! I think this is the last part of 'exposition'/ setting up their dynamic, so relationship building will start in the next chapter, so I hope you all stick with me for the rest of the story! I love hearing all your reactions in the comments, so please don't be shy to comment! Or if you're a little shy, feel free to send me an anon ask!

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So today i was at the dentist and got an idea for a story. What about reader having to go to the dentist and gavi comes along to help her feel safe because reader is scared ❤️❤️

Love uuu ❤️

i only like the dentist because of the laughing gas 😭

i luvv u too 💕🥹

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you put your phone down with a sign, reading the text that just popped up on your screen. Pablo was on his phone watching whatever he was watching, hearing your loud sigh he looked over and saw you just looking up at the ceiling.

“what’s wrong?” he asked pausing his video

“i have a dentist appointment tomorrow, at 3.” you said disappointed. Because for as long as you can remember you hated the dentist. Something about the sharp tools and them being way to close to your mouth just made you upset.

“what’s wrong with that?” pablo asked genuinely confused.

“everything! i hate the tools they use, how they’re so sharp and pointy and how they just shove their hands in my mouth and poke around. I hate everything about it! Especially the smell, it always smells like disinfectant and toothpaste.” you said sitting up looking at him while you rant.

pablo just looked at you because he didn’t know what to say. after a bit of silence you laid back down and put your hands on your face, dreading tomorrow.

“i have an idea.” pablo said with a smile.

“what.” you said annoyed, not at him but just annoyed you have to prepare yourself for the day tomorrow.

“what if, let’s say hypothetically….i go in with you?….” he said looking at you, then back to his hands every second.

“why would you want to go in with me?” you said

“because you’re scared and i don’t wanna see you scared and like all that stuff you said earlier.” he said looking at you.

sitting back up, you looked at him, and agreed because maybe having the love of your life will help you feel more comfortable.

*time skip to the next day*

“hurry up i’m gonna be late pablo.” you said to him already ready.

“it’s barely 2:30 calm down” he said with a hint of sass.

“it takes 10 minutes to get there, 3 minutes to prepare, about 4 minutes to check in, then the rest of the time for them to find an open space for me pablo.” you said.

“okay okay i’m ready” he said walking past you and out the door. You didn’t know how he was so happy(?) to be going to the dentist, maybe because it’s not his appointment but still.

on your way to the office you were borderline shaking, maybe it’s because you had a small breakfast or the energy drink you drank, or maybe just the fear but you didn’t like it.

You were in your head not even noticing pablo’s singing, you stopped at a red light and finally noticed. It was good but bad at the same time somehow, so you started laughing.

“what?” he said looking at you

“your singing, it’s terrible but amazing at the same time” you said still laughing.

“okay miss, “i’m scared of the dentist’ he said while crossing his arms

You immediately stopped laughing and smacked him on his arm, as soon as you did the car behind you started honking as the light was green for a good few seconds already.

As you parked in the parking lot your leg started shaking, you put your head down on the steering wheel, still not ready for your appointment.

“amor is gonna be okay, you have the most handsome, amazing, and bestest boyfriend in the world to help you” he said rubbing your arm.

“bestest isn’t a word.” you said, head still in your arms.

checking the time, you told pablo you guys should go in now, checking in and sitting in the waiting room.

“wait, what even is this appointment for?” pablo asked looking up from the magazine he was looking through.

“it’s just a cleaning but what if they find something that’s wrong and they have to preform some sort of surgery thing, what if they floss too hard and cut my gums, what if-“ pablo cut you off with his own words.

“your gonna be fine, it’s just a cleaning all they’re gonna do is clean your teeth and count them or something.”

“you don’t think i know that?” you said annoyed, but as soon as you were gonna speak the dentist called your name.

fear ran through your veins, not even viens, all over your body. You got up and so did pablo. Walking though the doorway and down the hall, the assistant told you where to sit. Luckily it was right next to the wall so pablo could sit next to you.

Pablo scrolling on his phone found a funny photo and showed you, hopefully cheering you up somehow.

The assistant walked back in and told you that she would start working on you for now, lowering your seat down and giving you a pair of sunglasses to help with the light she turned on. She first started by brushing your teeth, even though you already did that, she then started flossing after about 3 minutes of the brushing. Once she was done flossing she raised your seat back up and asked if there was anything that raised concerns, any pains or discomfort from the last time you visited.

nothing was wrong, you kept your dental health up. So you told her no and she took back the glasses, told you that you were all done. You didn’t even realize that it went by so quickly, pablo on the other hand bored out of his mind as nothing on his phone interested him anymore. you stood up and took pablo’s hand to help him get up.

walking back to the front desk and booking your next check up in about 6 months from now, relived that it was all over. Getting back in the car and turning it on as pablo immediately connected to the bluetooth and turning up his music.

“did my presence help you at all?” he said looking up from his phone.

“eh, i guess. That photo you showed me was stupid though.” you said backing out of the spot and getting onto the main road.

pablo scoffed and said, “that image was comedy gold, maybe you just don’t have a sense of humor. But see that appointment wasn’t even that bad.”

“it was that bad, i swear that girl was the most aggressive flosser i’ve ever seen.”

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a/n: sorry if it’s not like exactly what you requested i tried my best 😓

[mqsi]

This wasn’t in your sketches

part 1

welcome to my first longer story, I don’t know how many parts it will have but it’s safe to say I have the whole fic planned out. I’m going to work on requests between uploading this, don’t worry.that’s all, enjoy :)

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You woke up one morning with a call from your manager, informing you about a job opportunity you could only dream of. You always had passion for creating ,pulling together different supplies and materials, sketching stuff. That’s how you ended up applying for a Nike designing contest at 18 years old and actually winning it, earning yourself a job at Nike. You were put under your loving manager, Carla. She was in her 30s and had a very bubbly personality. But she could be too much at times. Like right now.

“Buen día beautiful, i assumed you were up so I called!” her voice echoed trough your phone. It was only 8am and you had a free day today.

“Yeah I’m up” you said without even opening you eyes.

“Awesome! You won’t believe what a deal I got for you. I’ve managed to get a famous footballer to model the new spring collection pieces that YOU will design!”

Your eyes snapped open and you jumped up in bed.

“How come? Why me? Isn’t there a lot of other, more experienced designers here?”

“Oh honey please, I wanted to make an opportunity for you. Plus Gavi is already a Nike athlete so his manager was happy to let him do this!”

“Gavi? Like Pablo Gavi?”

“We will have a first meeting with him tomorrow, so you can get to know him a bit and see what prefrences he has! Have a good day!” and she hung up. You were sitting in bed for another 15 minutes, just thinking about what just happened. Suddenly, your stomach started doing flips, what if you screw up?

Tomorrow came fast, you woke up, got ready and met up with Carla so you can go together. You were meeting up in your studio. As you entered the room behind Carla, Gavi was already there with his manager.

“Hello, I’m glad you two could make it today!” She yelled, greeting both men.

“Hi Carla, nice to finally meet you in person” Gavi’s manager said. Carla started chattering about the project before finishing with presenting you.

“I put her in charge of this project, cause she’s young and I wanna see her rise in this job. She has a lot of potential” she said, her arms pointing at your direction. You took a step forward and introduced yourself. Before you could say anything else, Carla inturrupted you once again.

“Okay! How about we grab some coffee in the cafeteria outside, while they finish everything up?” she said, grabbing Gavi’s manager by the arm and practically pulling him away.

“Are you sure? We should-“

“Oh of course I’m sure! You two will work great” she said,looking at you, before dragging the man outside. You let out a sigh before nervously turning to Gavi who sat in the chair, manspreading with his arms crossed against his chest. He was wearing a white hoodie and some black cargos.

“I’m sorry, she’s a handful” you said, trying to read Gavi’s expression.

“I can see that” he said, letting out a breathy laugh before making eye contact with you.

“Alright, let me just check the information I have” you said, opening some files on your computer so you can escape his intense gaze “I don’t have your measurements so-“

“How old are you?” Gavi cut you off.

With a confused look you turned your head around to look at him

“Why?”

“Cause you look younger than me”

“I just turned 19”

“How are you 19 and work as a main designer for Nike?” he said, making a face.

You put down some papers you were rummaging trough and faced him with your whole body, while leaning against the table.

“You’re 18 and cost 90 million, do you really want to talk about this?” you asked sarcastically.

“Do you only see me as a price tag?” he asked now obviously irritated by your statement.

“Me personally, no. But half of the football world does”

“What are you now, a football expert?” Gavi said, irritation more evident in every sentence he said. For the first time today you were glad Carla inturruped the conevrsation by opening the door slightly.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, smiling like usual.

You composed yourself and turned to her with a loving expression on your face.

“Yes, everything is perfect” you replied, relaxing your face as soon as she left.

Turning your attention back to Gavi who was looking at you with his signature frown.

“Can you get up so I can measure you?”

Without a word, he got up from his seat and you walked over to him. You knew he wasn’t tall but the fact that your faces were so close to each other made you swallow, before returning to the task. You instructed him to hold one end of the measuring tape as you bent down. While you were trying to read the number accurately, Gavi spoke up.

“Do you do this often?”

You looked up at him, confused.

“Excuse me?”

Gavi was looking down at you, trying to keep a straight face.

“Get on your knees for men you meet for the first time?”

There was a few seconds of you two just staring down at each other, before you stood up. Your faces were now even closer than before but you didn’t care. Gavi was looking straight at you, lips curving into a smirk.

“If my job wasn’t hanging on this, I would slap the shit out of you right now” you said in his face. Before he could say anything else, you finished what you were doing and turned around to write down the numbers.

“Anything else?” he asked.

You looked back at him for a second before leaving the studio. Yes, there was something else, there was a lot of things to discuss but you were not capable of doing that today, not after that comment. The golden boy will have to make time for an extra meeting. As you were about to cross the street to reach Carla, Gavi came rushing to you.

“Hey it was a joke. I thought you have a sense of humor like that, that’s all”

“I saw enough of your temper on the field to expect such behaviour but not like this” you replied.

“Well good thing this isn’t a football pitch and I don’t act like that in everyday situations”

You turned around to face him.

“In that case I also don’t forgive with a pat on the shoulder”. Gavi was trying to form a sentance but you stopped him “I’m a big coffee lover” you said before crossing the street.

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part 2

[milawritesstuff]

hiii please write some pedri angst with a happy ending like they have this big fight and the reader leaves but the next day at training while talking with gavi he realizes how much he needs her and goes to find her thank uu

A/N: I have so many ideas and sometimes I can’t get anything in writing so I just start to write and hope the story takes form. This is one of those stories. Hope you like it.

Warnings: none

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You sat At Pedri’s table going through your textbooks trying to suck up as much information as possible. You had been studying all day at his house while he played video games in the living room. You had taken a quick lunch break and then gone right back to your books.

As you turned the page you heard Pedri’s footsteps and then felt his arms go around your waist from behind. He gave you a kiss on your cheek and then rested his chin on your left shoulder.

“When are you going to be done? I’m bored” he said.

“Pedro, I told you I’m really nervous about this test. In fact I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep tonight I am so stressed out.”

He began to leave small kisses on your neck and as much as you wanted to give in and close shut your textbooks you knew what your priority was. You let him leave a few more kisses as you reached for your phone, which had been sitting face down on Pedri’s table all afternoon, only to realize it was already 10pm. “Oh my god Pedri. I have to go home. It’s already so late and my test is early tomorrow morning.”

“Are you kidding me?” He growled as he let go of you and began to pace around the dinning room. “Im sorry, are you mad?” You asked as you packed up your stuff and sensed a bit of annoyance in his tone. “You spent all day just sitting here with those books Y/N. What was the point of you coming over? For that rushed lunch?”

“I’m sorry Pedro but I wouldn’t have been able to see you at all today if I hadn’t studied. This is a very important tests and I’m really nervous.”

“I know, you’ve said it a million times already.” He spat back. You stood there dumbfounded because Pedri had never talked to you that way. You decided to ignore him and started to walk towards the door. You had so much to deal with and you would deal with him another day.

At least that was your plan until Pedri couldn’t keep quiet. “Why do you even care anyway? We’re gonna get married and you won’t need to work. I’m going to take care of you.”

His words stopped you dead in your track “That’s your plan?” You asked him.

“It’s not yours?” He asked almost surprised.

“I’m not some gold digger, Pedro.”

“That’s not how I meant it.”

“Then how did you mean it?”

He stood there in silence.

“I just don’t know why you spend all day studying. I can’t even see you sometimes when I have my days off because you’re at uni. I could have gone out with my friends today instead of being stuck inside just waiting for a second of your time.”

You wanted to walk out of his apartment and just go home but your pride got in the way, like always. You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. He knew how proud you were of your achievements and it really pissed you off that he seemed not to care at this moment.

“So I should just drop everything when Mr Pedro Gonzalez has some time for me?” You ask. “What about when you leave for days with the team. I’m just supposed to be sitting here waiting for you to come back home and kiss the floor you walk on?”

“I leave for work. My job is the team. My job is what’s going to pay our bills.” He explained.

You scoffed. “Your job isn’t more important than my school Pedro. And your career isn’t going to pay my bills, I am.”

You turned around and began to walk towards the door. When your hand made contact with the doorknob and you began to twist it you heard Pedri. “If you walk out right now, it’s over.”

His words crushed you. You didn’t dare turn around. You knew this wasn’t just from today. The two of you had been digging at each other for weeks. He had been gone for a few weeks with the national team and when he came back you had been consumed with your studying. When you finally got some free time his family had been in town and he hardly had any time for you. Everything had been so fast paced lately and you yearned for some quality time with your boyfriend but you had come to the realization that this would be your life if you stayed with him. His career was just starting and even if you two got married and had kids he would still be gone on trips frequently and his career would always have to come before yours.

You gulped as you felt a tear fall from your eye making its way down your cheek and towards your chin. “I thought I had made it clear we were over Pedro when I said your career wasn’t going to pay my bills.” You finished turning the knob of his front door and walked outside.

You half hoped he would come running behind you and pull you back in. Telling you he was sorry and didn’t mean anything. You also half hoped he would not do that. That he would let you walk out of his life like this and the two of you would never have to turn back. And as you took another step and didn’t hear his footsteps behind you, you knew which option Pedri had chosen. And it killed you.

The next morning Pedri was in a bad mood. He had a bad practice and as he and his teammates walked back to the locker room he looked at his phone. He had hoped to get a message from you but of course he hadn’t. And he knew it too because you weren’t one to say sorry first. He took out his clothes and closed his locker. He stood there and punched the door.

“Hey, hey what’s going on?” Said his friend Gavi who was now next to him.

“I think I fucked it up with Y/N.” He said.

“What happened?”

“We broke up last night.” He said.

“What? But didn’t we just go look at rings for her?” Asked Gavi surprised.

“Maybe I was wrong Pablo. Maybe she’s not the one.”

“But you’re clearly upset Pedro. If she wasn’t the one you wouldn’t be acting like this.” Gavi talked some sense into his friend. “Tell me what happened?”

Pedri went on to tell his friend what happened the night before. He thought Gavi would be on his side but he was wrong. “I can’t believe you told her that.” Said Gavi.

“Excuse me, aren’t you my friend? Why are you taking her side?”

“Because you’re a dumbass.” Said Gavi. “How could you say that to her?”

“I was annoyed. She has been paying more attention to uni than to me.”

“What if she had told you that your career didn’t matter?” Asked Gavi. “She can’t say that.” Spat Pedri back.

Gavi rolled his eyes. “You have a problem my friend. You either show her some respect or actually if you’re going to act like this just leave her alone.”

Pedri couldn’t go home that afternoon because he was just thinking about you. He ended up driving around the city until he reached the port. He parked his car and began to walk around thinking of a way to say sorry to you. Finally he sat on a bench and made the dreaded call.

Y: hello?

P: I’m sorry.

Y: Pedro, I don-

He interrupted you.

P: I’m sorry for being an asshole. I want you to know that I - I’ll take care of you if want to. If you don’t then I won’t. But I still want to be with you.

You laughed.

P: But I - I love you Y/N. Can we please forget about last night?

Y: Pedri, I’m also sorry. I just, I miss you so much and we have been fighting on and off and I’m stressed with my exams. Maybe I overreacted.

P: Can we just forget about last night?

Y: Please.

P: Can I come pick you up?

Y: Yes.

[didishawn]

Im begging you for a Ferran smuuuut, you are so fucking talented with your writing!!!!

Off limits (Ferran x Lewandowski! Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, size kink, Lewy as an overprotective brother, he is not dating Sira on this

Masterlist

There is an unwritten rule in football.

Sisters are off limits.

Doesn't matter how attracted you are to a teammate's sister, how much chemistry you have, how much she is begging you with her eyes to fuck her, you mustn't, you can't, or there will be trouble.

Ferran had never truly thought much about the rule, he liked it really, never been able to imagine his sister dating one of his teammates, so he always guessed it was an ok rule.

That is until you entered his life.

Robert Lewandowski was exactly what Barça was waiting for, a joy after Messi's departure that broke everyone's hearts.

The man was awesome too, both as a footballer and as a person, even if still a bit confused with Spanish, he always gave his best to get along with teammates.

Soon after his arrival, he decided to organise a house party, a pool one taking chance of the summer heat, searching to strengthen relationships with his new team.

That's when Ferran met you, dressed in a skimpy bikini and a cheerful smile, trying your best to communicate with the team.

He felt a sense of pride towards himself and his time on Manchester when Pedri lamented not knowing English next to him, Gavi was too young, same with Balde, he cursed Eric and Ansu because how they didn't waste a second to surround you.

There was joy in his heart though, when he noticed he was the one you had set your pretty eyes on.

There were bright smiles on your faces as you chatted, he fell in love with your giggling, how you twirled your hair, how you were not afraid at all to show him exactly how attracted you were to him. How you played with his chain and complimented him on it, compliments algo being thrown at his physique, you were flirting when you asked him to sometime help you to work out.

You were a minx, a temptation that he unfortunately realised he couldn succumb when he felt Robert Lewandowski's hard gaze on his back. So he was set on forgetting about you and your sultry smile that he knew he could never have.

You didn't let him though, showing up to matches, training, yet ignorant to his presence you were not about to drag yourself after him -that was something he had to do if he truly wanted you.

And God, does he want you.

Ferran feels as if flying, a goal and an assistance after so long, he felt it as a way to answer to all those internet trolls that have nothing better to do than tearing him down.

Lewandowski, ever the great man, offers to take them all out to dinner.

And of course you are here how could you not? All pretty with your brother's number on your back, laughing at whatever Ansu and Eric - the other winner of the night, afe telling you. His jaw is clenched, and he feels like fighting his friends.

There is a moment where your eyes meet, yours dating him, teasing him to get him to talk to you after so long, still, he doesn't dare to, not with your brother watching them all, making sure none of them get too close to his dear little sister.

The table starts to empty, players wanting to rest with their families back home, Lewandowski leaves with a warning eye, daring everyone to even try anything with you, asking you to not come home late.

Pedri and Gavi -ever the duo, leave. Only Ansu, Eric, him and you are left.

"Do you want us to take you home? It's on our way" Ansu asks you, he too about to leave along Eric.

You shake your head with a kind smile "No, it's alright, I am not going directly home tonight"

They all rise an eyebrow, curious, yet no one dares to ask. It's only you and him left, and not even like that you talk to him, picking up your stuff and walking out from the restaurant, he follows close behind.

"Soo, what are you doing now?" you give him a side eye.

"So we are on talking terms again?"

"We always have!"

"So what was that about ignoring me?"

"You ignored me too"

"I ignored you because you started, I wasn't about to follow you around like a lost puppy"

Ferran is regretful "Well, I just felt kind of scared I guess. Your brother's glare is enough to kill a man"

You huff "Don't you tell me, always scaring off my boyfriends and reminding me about some unwritten rule about-"

"-sisters being off limits"

"Yeah, exactly"

The two of you are quiet, eyes on each other.

"You have no idea how I wish the rule didn't exist, you have no idea how much I want you since seeing you walking around in that tiny bikini of yours"

"I may or may have not already seen you around and decided to put it on to make an impression"

"God, you are killing me over here"

"You know..." you take a step closer, looking up to him, you hand playing with jewelery on his neck "... what my brother doesn't know won't hurt him"

Ferran doesn't answer for a second, his gaze doesn't falter from yours.

".... Get in my car"

That's how you end up like this, your legs over Ferran's shoulders, his hips pistoning into yours, completely filling you up, his pace doesn't falter as his lips are on yours.

"God, you feel so fucking tight around me, darling. So small, I can fucking see me inside of you" he is rambling, isn't even sure of what he is saying.

His hands push against the bulge on your stomach, making you whine out, both of your moans are uncontrollable.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this, my love. From the first time I set eyes on you, I wanted you. Hated how everyone surrounded you when you should have been mine from the first moment"

"Fuck you and your morals for making me wait so long, god, Ferran, you are so big, can feel you so fucking deep"

His figure completely envelopes you, if someone were to enter the room they wouldn't be able to see you. He is so big everywhere in comparison to you, he is everywhere you look, everything you want, you want him to fill you up to the brim.

Youe hand reaches towards the jewelery adorning his neck, pulling him to meet your lips again, he separates, grinning down at you "I am starting to think you have a kink with my chain"

"I do, I am not ashamed of it"

He lazily grins, his hips are nothing alike, the bed is shaking, you hope a dent won't from on the wall, but it seems likely.

"God, I am coming soon, darling. Cum with me pretty"

His words bring you to extasis, finally finding the release you have waited so much to come from this man, your walls tighten around him, he whines, groans, moans all the sounds that get you hornier.

You are on cloud 9 as he continues to fuck you, his cock slamming into you, his hips start to tremble before you finally feel him fill you up, he falls into your chest, breathing heavily but not coming out.

He notices your faraway look, kissing your cheek, massaging your sides.

"Come on, darling, we are not done yet, we have months to make up for"

Needless to say, as you arrive home the next Morning, Robert is furious, more so when you refuse to say to whom the marks on your neck belong to.

And when it doesn't take long for him to figure out who the giver is, Ferran is sure the man has a future on private investigation after retiring as he runs away from the Polish.

[0alanasworld0]

Celebrity Crush (Pablo Gavi x reader) *request

Request: Hii can u do gavi having a crush on actress reader and he reveals it after being asked abot his celeb crush in an interview :) ♡

A/N - I know that this request has been completed before but I've always wanted to write one of these and I think that my take is sufficiently different from the other writer's -> I feel justified in posting it. I hope that makes sense lol

Warnings: none

“The love of your life is gonna be there, eh!” Pedri pokes at his best friend’s shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Pablo scoffs, one tiktok post on his screen is all it took for his little crush to become the team’s hot gossip. And it’s been a month!

“Are we really still on this?” gavi groans, throwing a hand over his face in an attempt to cover the blush of embarrassment as his teammates cackle around him. The joys of being the youngest (!)

“Hey, it's completely natural to have feelings lik-” 

“No no no no no I can’t deal with this today!” He grabs his bag and stomps out of the locker room, shaking his head with a huff. He would never dare admit this to his friends but my god if you weren’t the most stunning woman he had ever come across. Everything about you just oozed grace and elegance. Your voice was smooth and honeyed, striking eyes and a dazzling smile. You had an aura that just drew people towards you yet a shyness: there’s a little glimpse into how nervous the attention made you but you were still an infectiously positive influence on those around you. It certainly wouldn’t be surprising knowledge to anyone that Pablo had a little crush on you, many did. BUT the idea of you ever getting an idea of those feelings from the internet just made him cringe. He didn’t want to join a roster with those creeps. He didn’t even know you!

It was all an especially sensitive topic to him since you had mentioned being a football fanatic in a recent interview and you did express admiration for a certain La Liga goalkeeper that had him slightly disgruntled. However, when you also mentioned a certain Catalonian team as a favourite, he was shocked to say the least. You spoke very highly of them and it was becoming more and more apparent that you likely knew of him. Were you a fan? Did you just think of him as some stupid kid like everyone else? Have you ever been to one of his games and if so how did he not see you??

“So, you’re pretty new and upcoming so there's an air of mystery around you. I mean, we really don’t have anything on you! For a break-out star, it's a bit weird, don’t you think?” the host says, elbow propped up on the table with her head resting on their hand. 

“Yeah, I get that but suppose I’ve been a bit of a recluse my whole life uh… I don’t know! I’m not always on social media and I haven’t really done many interviews so I guess there never really is much of an opportunity? Even with the press stuff I have done, it’s all been very much focused on the show itself so y’know…” you trail off with a bit of uncertainty, wringing your hands under the table.

“Well, I’m gonna try and change that! We’re gonna treat this kinda like a first date, just a basic get-to-know-you type scenario, you cool with that?” she asks tentatively

“Yeah that sounds pretty good!”

“Okay let's start easy uh… favourite colour?”

“I feel like the range between blue and green is pretty solid, what do you like doing outside of work?”

“I’m kind of a soccer fanatic, actually! I used to be a die-hard football fan but something about soccer just makes it feel so much more energetic y’know?” You nod in agreement, smiling at the shared interest, perking up a bit.

“I have to agree with you on that one. I used to play all the time when I was a little kid and I burned out on it as a teenager but seeing it regain that energy over recent years is something so special!”

“Exactly! I really think we’re meshing here!” you both laugh as you jokingly hold hands over the table.

“Okay okay back to the subject matter, what's your favourite league?”

“The EPL.” you say, mouth twitching as the laugh threatens to break out. The interviewer narrows her eyes and takes her hands back, cocking her head to the side. The silence only makes it harder until both of you burst out into laughter, tearing up a little bit.

“Okay no be real…” the interviewer struggles to get the words out through the giggles. You finally manage to settle down and get the words out.

“Honestly I think that La Liga has really been seeing a revival. I still love the Bundesliga and Serie A but it's been super interesting to see the quality of La Liga go up so dramatically.” The interview nods and hums in interest. She raises her eyebrow with her next question.

“Any favourite players?”

“I can’t say any names for fear of it actually reaching them but the goalkeeping last season was stellar and I think that the Zamora trophy was very well earned.” ducking your head down as a small blush appears on your face. The interviewer smirks but continues.

“Okay fine but you have to have a favourite team?”

“Within La Liga, Barcelona has been super inspiring! It was a pretty tough time losing such consistent and reliable talent especially under those circumstances where they didn’t want to leave but I would have never expected a revival like this!”

“Tell me about it, and to come from such young players too?!”

“Exactly, it’s wonderful to see them be so resourceful given their… situation and it’s clearly working so I’d say that those promotions were very wise decisions on their part!”

…..

The teasing had always been there since the team found out about it but it took an upturn after that interview. Fans were picking up on the idea given the fact that the pair of you were the same age. The edits rolled in much more quickly than what he expected: the sensual  music, the mashups of his and your best moments, the illusion of the pair of you looking at each other. He doesn’t understand how they did it and he’s angry at the fact that he isn’t more offended by people imagining you as a couple. He wasn’t overjoyed by the ones of you and Pedri or a certain Moroccan goalkeeper that you referred to in the interview but nevermind. He couldn’t help but be a little curious about whether you two would be compatible. I mean it wasn’t too outlandish of an idea was it? You’re both young, struggling with fame, passionate, who knows maybe-

“Pablo, I’m begging you: get your head out of the clouds and pull it together!” his agent yells, throwing an empty water bottle in his direction.

“When are you free for a fitting?”

“... Huh?” he breathes out deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes in annoyance. The poor man just needs this one date sorted for the gala, he just wants to go home and yet here they are. All he needs is about a minute of focus.

“Okay if I have to say this one more time, I’m throwing the whole water drum at you.” the boy gulped, eyes widening at the threat, nodding vigorously as he straightened his back. Julian was a lovely guy with the patience of a saint and Pablo was grateful to have him as a publicist but he had his limits.

“Y’know that premiere Robert was going to?”

“Vaguely” Julian raises his eyebrows at that. This show has been on everyone’s lips for a good few months and to add to that, a particular name was frequently attached that would have been very familiar. Nonetheless, he chooses not to press. He just wants to get this all over and done with.

“Right well, some idiot insisted that he needed to do some promotional stuff instead so you’re going… well if you can actually cooperate and help me sort out a fitting date, that is.” he says, eyes narrowed at Gavi. Sighing out when he realises that the message has finally been received.

“Wait wait wait, why can’t pedri go?!” Julian decides that he will, in fact, push.

“Okay, I just told you that you’re going to be able to attend a premiere for the film that the love of your life is leading and you’re asking me why someone else can’t go?” Gavi looks down and plays with his fingers. Julian shakes his head, let's get this over with.

“No, magically no one else is available. Let’s get this fitting done at 10:00pm tomorrow, yeah?” any chances of being flexible are long gone, his patience running very thin. Julian hurries out of the room, holding his hand out to prevent Pablo from saying anything that would prolong the conversation.

“You do realise that this girl literally has no reason to dislike you, right?” Pedri says, looking up from his phone to see Gavi messing around with his tie and rolling his eyes. 

“Apart from the fact that I’m largely advertised as a player with a giant ego and no anger management skills?” Gavi huffs. Sure, your comments on the team were largely positive but you had to have seen some of the famous outbursts.

“Hermano, I can assure you that the way that you play completely overshadows the angry  chihuahua behaviour. If she can’t see that, then she’s not worth your time.” he shrugs. Oh if only it were as simple as that. Pedri may have been right but the fact of the matter was that he wanted you to like him. You were ethereal and the idea of you not liking him made his chest tighten. 

“See! This is what I mean! I doubt she’d have any interest in an ‘angry chihuahua’” Gavi turns around to face his best friend, aggressively air quoting.

“C’mon man, I was only joking.” Pedri gets up to give him a reassuring hug. He can sense that his friend is still extremely nervous so he releases the hug before continuing.

“Look, she seems nice enough and she likes the team. The most you have to worry about is the great wall of Morocco sweeping her off her feet before you.” patting his cheek with a smile. Gavi looks away and huffs again but is unable to hold back the smile. Okay, that was funny. He’d never admit that, though. Thank goodness, he’s married.

“Oy, apparently that Gavi kid is gonna be there!” your ears perk up at your friend’s comment. ‘That Gavi kid’ was a phenomenal footballer and very quickly caught your attention the first time you saw him play live. The guys you’re constantly having to deal with are all the same type with very little motivation or ability to do the simplest of things. The fact that there was someone around your age having the talent, motivation and passion to play for (and help resurrect) one of the most iconic teams in the world as well as his national team was so incredibly attractive to you. His doe-eyes and fluffy, chocolate brown hair definitely helped him out in the looks area as well.

“He seems like a sweet guy, I happen to think we’d get along quite well actually!” your cheeks heat up as a shy smile makes its way onto your face.

“Oh there's no doubt about that! Being swept off your feet by Barca’s golden boy is very on-brand for you! And have you SEEN those edits, wow!” She fans herself jokingly as you throw a pillow at her head.

“Okay that's enough of that. Now I beg you just choose between one of these!” you’re holding up the two dresses you spent ages narrowing down to.

“Girl, you’re going to be the star of the show, those edits will be up and out regardless of whether your dress is cerulean blue or midnight blue.” you roll your eyes as you eye the 2 dresses once more.

“What has gotten into you? You usually have this stuff picked out weeks in advance!”

“I don’t know, just having some doubts is all.”

“Look, I promise that your lover boy is going to be blown away with either of these.”

The taxi ride feels like forever. He’s redone his tie more times than he could count. He’s been keeping a close eye on every rumoured attendee’s social media to try and up his morale but finally, they make it to the venue. It’s all glammed up with lights lining up the red carpet. It leads to the doors which are strictly guarded by 2 burly men in all black. The odd nightclub visit may have felt normal to the poor boy but not this. It's a little too much and just as he thought he had calmed down, the nerves make their unwelcome return and his hands are sweating again.

The second he opens the taxi door, the cameras start flashing and people start yelling his name. Gavi takes the time to thank his driver, passing over a generous tip before slowly exiting. Why do they have to be like this? Why do I have to be like this? He asks himself. The suit that he had made to his form by the finest tailors just days prior suddenly felt too tight. It was some of the most expensive material yet it now felt scratchy and coarse against his skin. It was all suffocating: the noise, the lights, the smell; everything. He rushes down the carpet with his head down, ignoring the requests to smile for the camera. The words were barely intelligible anyway.

The temporarily converted mall is still extremely busy and loud but the lack of paparazzi and yelling was a change he felt very grateful for. The noise is more energetic chatter and less ear-shattering screeches as the walk-in was. He sighs in relief when he sees a familiar face. 

“Ah, Gavira! You made i- what’s wrong?” his teasing smile turns into a look of concern.

“What?! Nothing! Why would you ask that?” he’s rambling, still rattled from the entrance.

“Oh hermano you look like you’re about to cry!” Julian gives him a hug which Pablo gladly accepts. It’s just a lot. He has nothing to ground him or divert his attention like the pitch does. There is probably a reason why Robert is usually the one to go to events like this.

“Look, I know that the entrance was a bit much but I promise you, that was the hard part. Now it's just gonna be a couple interviews, some less chaotic photos, try to talk to some of the actors here… you’ll have fun, okay?” Gavi nods with a semi-enthusiastic smile on his face, it probably looked more like a grimace but nevertheless.

It’s been a big improvement from the first impression and Gavi is enjoying himself. He didn’t have very many photos taken at all and it’s been a relief to see footballers other than himself dotted around. Talking to them, among some of the actors, has given him some reprieve. It isn’t so bad after all.

The first interview isn’t too much of a hassle for him either. He’s used to much less friendly people than this.

“So, it must be pretty crazy to receive such high praise from such a highly coveted actress, huh?”

“I mean, yeah! She didn’t refer to me directly but it’s awesome anyway. I’m glad our team is still inspiring so many people and that SOMEONE understands the approach Xavi is taking!” he manages to get a little chuckle out of the man which releases some tension. He continues.

“No seriously, she’s an insanely beautiful and talented person so it really is an honour to hear it from someone of her calibre.” gavi says with a wistful smile on his face, cheeks heating up at the mere thought of you being aware of his existence. The interviewer smirks but keeps things rolling, that footage was going to be golden.

“On a more personal note, thank you for what you’re doing for Barca and the national team. Absolutely phenomenal coming from someone so young and I can’t begin to describe how excited I am to see how things work out for you in the future.” Well that's very different from what he’s used to hearing from older fans. It warms his heart.

“Thanks man, that seriously means so much to hear!” They give each other a bear hug before he walks off, relaxed and confident. But the second he turns around, it all dissipates. There you are, in all your glory. You’re not even doing anything intentionally model-esque, simply looking down and readjusting your dress as you wait for the journalists and camera crew in front of you to have everything set up. It's a moment he feels guilty for intruding on but you smooth down your dress, smiling as you twirl around in it. He’s mesmerised within seconds of seeing you in person, the photos don’t do you justice. At all. 

He can’t hear what you’re saying and doesn’t dare get any closer but the second you start speaking you have everyone’s attention. He can tell whenever someone is complimenting you as your hands move to cover your cheeks as they heat up. He wonders how you feel about the small crowd gathering around you. Did you ever get as nervous as he did? Was this stressful for you too? He’s brought out of his thoughts as the crowd laughs quietly at a comment you made. Oh and she’s funny too? Of course she is!

Much to his disappointment, Julian is dragging him off to another interview before he could even muster up the courage to go and talk to you, with the crowd beginning to disperse. He stills looks back at you, heart pounding as you make eye contact. He sees you offering a little wave before he loses you among the people. Your smile was breath-taking but smiling directly at him was a whole different story. The rest of the interviews couldn’t last any longer, or at least he felt that way. He just wanted to see you again now, nothing else was on his mind. 

That idea was a lot harder in practice, he learned. You’re right there, swirling your sprite can at the drinks bar, looking up and around every now and then. He’s been dawdling for about ten minutes now, “figuring out what to say.” He looks up every once in a while, you’re playing with your dress again and you still look just as mesmerising. Julian has had enough of the situation, pushing Pablo towards you and walking off before the boy could try to hide behind him.

“Oh my gosh, hi! It’s Pablo, right?” good lord you’re somehow even more gorgeous up close and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Have you seen that interview? They posted that one clip very quickly and he’s extremely anxious at the idea of you being spammed with the clip. It’s a shame he hadn’t been paying attention to the posts other than his interview clip. Or listened when he saw you being interviewed.

“That's me!” he says, laughing nervously. 

“I’ve honestly been wanting to meet you for so long!” you say with a bright smile on your face, bouncing up and down on your toes with excitement. You can’t resist giving him a hug and he thinks his heart is going to burst out of his chest any time soon. You smell absolutely divine and he’s trying to commit the whole moment to memory. You take his hand and pull him to an area behind all of the giant posters where things are a little quieter.

“I could say the same about you, I mean you’re just…wow!” He’s properly kicking himself. One chance to look cool in front of you and he’s fucked it up.

You’re so caught up in the excitement of talking with Pablo Gavi that you forget the fact that you elicit the very same feelings in him. 

“No, seriously you’re incredible! I usually find defensive tactics more interesting but you are absolutely explosive in midfield! I haven’t seen anyone play quite like that for ages!” you gush. Pablo couldn’t be more grateful that everyone forced him to come here. You liked him! You liked him!

“It's honestly just what I love doing, I suppose the passion builds into the output…” he trails off as you nod enthusiastically, giving him a reassuring smile and eagerly waiting for him to continue. You don’t like eye contact very much but his hazel eyes are truly gorgeous and you can’t bring yourself to look away.

“Hey, enough about me, this is a big day for you! You’re finally getting the recognition you deserve!” he says, gaining a bit of his confidence back and nudging you lightly. You can feel your cheeks heat up. 

“Eh, the me-fest was fun online but holy shit am I tired of it after this!” you laugh together and simultaneously realise that you’re still holding onto each other's hands. It just feels too right to let go.

“Do you hate the noise as much as I do?” you whisper in his ear. He feels a chill run down his spine from your warm breath and goosebumps form immediately. He nods softly, confused and suspicious of the mischievous look in your eyes.

“What’s on your mind, bonita?” he narrows his eyes, squeezing your hands lightly, waiting for you to elaborate.

“There’s a park literally 2 minutes away from here! if we manage to make an escape, we can get away from all the noise, look up at the stars…” you trail off, waiting for his response. He seems to have a permanent smile etched on his face with you but it widens with your idea. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and you begin to weave in and out of the crowd which has begun to disperse a little already. 

The pair of you make it out unscathed, giggling to each other as you look back to make sure you haven’t been caught. He keeps his arm where it is, again it just feels too right. You reach one of the park benches and decide to take your seats. The dim glow of the street lamp above you illuminates your features and he can’t help but stare. Your eyes are focused on the stars, you’re holding out your hand to map out the stars you were familiar with. Your other hand is gripping the bench and he inches his own closer and closer but he has an idea of his own. He doesn’t know how but he’s thankful that his confidence resurfaces once more as he stands up, holding a hand out to you. Your focus returns to him and you cock your head to the side in confusion.

“Dance with me” the idea makes you all giddy inside but you can’t help but tease

“Without music?” He sighs in faux-annoyance as he opens his phone to play a soft tune, propping it up on the blazer he opts to take off. He’s a sight for sore eyes in the crisp, white button-up. He offers his hand to you again but you oblige this time. You squeal slightly as he unexpectedly pulls you towards his body, instinctively placing a hand on his chest while his free hand finds a place on the small of your back. His hazel eyes are so much prettier up close. He simply can’t believe that this is happening. You both fall into a rhythm together as you move to the soft melody. 

“I’m a genius.”

“Of many things” he says with a wistful sigh, smiling softly. 

The butterflies in your tummy grow more and more restless as your faces grow closer together. You can feel his warm breath on your face and you can see the little scars that adorn his face. The hand that rested on his chest slides up towards his face to cup his cheek and his eyes flutter to a close for a second as he relishes the warmth. You’re both breathing heavier, almost panting, even though nothing has happened yet. Your eyes are frantically flickering over each other's features, desperately trying to commit even the most minute detail to memory. Your gaze lingers on his pretty pink lips for a second too long and like that: you’re the first to give in. you pull him towards you, finally capturing his lips in a soft kiss. He tenses for a moment, mind completely blanking as he attempts to process what is happening. Just as quickly, he relaxes and pulls you even closer to him, if that were even possible. The taste of your watermelon flavoured lip gloss was borderline addictive and the softness of his lips had you feeling dizzy. You part slowly and reluctantly for breath, your hands stay in each other's hair as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“Promise you’ll call?” you say as the taxi pulls up at your place. You really have no idea just how infatuated he was with you.

“I swear on my life, bonita. I’ll call the second I get home!” he smiles, pulling you in for the final kiss of the night before you open the car door and leave. Before entering your place, you turn around to give him a wave, smiling widely as he waves back. You kick off your heels and flop onto the couch, a wide smile plastered on your face as you recall the events of the night: he, Pablo Gavi, really liked you.

Pablo tries to close the door quietly behind him, finally returning home after going rogue at the premier with you. The lamp in the corner of the living room flickers on, spooking him as he sees Pedri sitting there, wide awake and waiting. 

“Look, I know I should have called about where I was but I swear I know how to handle myself I just-”

“Yeah yeah whatever, I couldn’t care less about that Gavira. You owe me something.” Pablo is stumped, his tired mind can’t wrap around what his friend is trying to get at.

“An apology? I was trying before I got rudely interru-” Pedri turns the laptop around so the screen is facing his best friend. 

Oh god no, this was all much quicker than anticipated. No words can be heard and the camera quality is rather shaky but the faces are obviously you and him. The camera has captured the moment where you drag him to behind the posters to talk privately, your hands resting in his, and they capture the pair of you walking off back into the crowd together in the middle of the escape. 

Pedri gets up, places the laptop on the table and goes to ruffle Pablo’s hair and then shakes him by the shoulders.

“I told you she was into you! I told you! You’re such an idiot I swear!” Gavi rolls his eyes, mouth twitching as he tries to hold off a smile. He doesn’t want to reveal all the details yet but it was a magical night, to say the least.

“C’mon you have to tell me something!” Gavi looks down as a blush dusts his cheeks.

“She said she wants to see me again,” he says, stretching the back of his neck. Pedri wraps him in a tight hug.

“I’m always right, see?” 

“Whatever!” Gavi retorts with a smile, jogging up to his room. He’s itching to call you. Pedri lets him go in peace, oh he’s going to be relentlessly teasing the poor man in the morning.

Once Pablo reaches his room, he quickly unbuttons the shirt, throwing it to the side before falling onto the bed, sighing in relief as the cool and crisp sheets felt like heaven against his burning hot skin. The effect you had on him clearly hasn’t worn off just yet. He opens his phone and immediately goes to call you. A smile immediately makes its way onto his face as he hears your voice.

“Did you make it home safely?”

“As per instruction, bonita.” he thinks he can hear your smile over the line. Oh this was the start of something beautiful.

I’m sorry this has taken so long, lovelies. I have a lot on my plate and have been feeling a little demotivated but I've been feeling a lot better recently so hopefully I can start posting more often again! I hope you enjoy this one xxx

[gavisfanta]

reader is working for redbull racing and gavi amd her meet during the spanish gp

REDBULL RACING - GAVI

summary: you work for red bull racing and Gavi comes to watch the race.

a/n: not proofread AND I LOVE THIS REQUEST

warnings: none (except for every nom red bull fan, max winning )

"Where is Max?" You walked through the garage and asked George, he was one of the people who worked with Max today.

"He should be talking to Adrian." George pointed towards Adrian, and indeed, next to him was Max.

You quickly walked over to them and waited until they stopped talking to eachother.

"Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt but there are a few footballers coning in about 2 minutes and they'd want to talk to you and we could also take pictures." You explained and Adrian looked at you.

"Pay attention to him, we hope he won't change to football." Adrian winked and the laughed loudly while walking away.

"That guys is a catastrophe." Max laughed a bit as he turned to face you.

"Just the usual, everyone is excited for the new race." You shrugged your shoulders and then you and Max started walking into the quieter part of the garage.

"Ah man, I hope I win this race." Max shook his head as he let it sink the same time.

"I'm sure you will, don't worry." You paused for a second as you patted his arm. "I'm not really professional in that area with the cars and stuff, but I'd pay extra much attention to the heat. It's insanely hot today."

"Yeah, I didn't think Barcelona is this hot." He pushed his hair back and looked at you. "It wasn't this hot the last time no?"

You chuckled a little bit at his question." I don't remember, I've been to too many hot places this season."

Max furrowed his eyebrows. "But you're from here, no? I thought you said that once."

"I grew up here, yeah." You nodded your head while giving him a friendly smile.

"Must be nice growing up so close to the beach. Mate I wish I could just take a day off and go swim here." Max explained and just as you wanted to reply you saw three people walk in.

"Oh, they're here." You smiled at Max and then the two of you walked closer to the three footballers.

"Neymar, Pedri and Gavi, nice to see you all. Did you have a good journey?" You asked and they nodded their head.

"It's so hot tho, how do you manage to run around in this suit man?" Neymar laughed a bit as he went closer to Max and dabbed him up.

Then Pedri and Gavi also went to say hello, after that, Neymar and max started a rather deeper conversation, that's why the two of you started talking to you a bit.

You knew them, of course you knew them. Your dad grew up as a Barça fan and also raised you and your brother one.

If you weren't currently working, you tried to watch every Barça game possible.

Adrian, your boss knew that and was so bice to give you the day off tomorrow, so you could go and watch the game.

Since it was pretty lucky that you were in Barcelona you decided to go all in and buy tickets at the vip section.

"So what's your job? Are you Max' bodyguard?" Pedri started the conversation with you, he wore that cheeky smile he often wore during some interviews.

"Good one, I'd love to be but I'm a the brand and campain manager." You smiled as Pedri raised his brows. That complicated word also caught Gavi's attention who now stepped closer to you two so he would be able to listen to the conversation.

"How did you manage to work for Red Bull?" Gavi asked the next question. You looked not older than 19 and were working as a Brand and Campain Manager. That was impressive.

"I applied to the job, got called in for a job interview and got the job. That's about it." You smiled slightly and both of them gave you an impressed look.

"So glad they picked her!" Max added into the comverstaion kf you and the two footballers which made everyone laugh.

You and Max had a good relationship, since you were working with him most of the time, or rather always. You were always included into traveling with him, interviews, photoshoots and of course, the races.

"So you post things on insta too?" Gavi immediately stepped a bit closer to you while he pulled out his phone.

You smiled a little bit at his sudden gesture and Pedri was also left by a small smirk. He was surprised that Gavi made a move on you that quick. Pedri had to admit you were pretty, yes, however he didn't see you as Gavi's type.

"I do post on instagram, yes." You looked at him before taking his phone from his hand and typing in your Instagram.

"Your name is Y/n?" Gavi looked up at you from the screen.

"Yes," You smiled.

"Nice to meet you Y/n." He put his hand out for you to shake. Your eyes flashed from his hand to his eyes before you lifted up your hand too.

"Nice to meet you Gavi."

-

"Gavi is pretty into you, hmm?" Max stubbed your arm with his elbow while you two made your way up the stairs into the kind of eating room which was positioned above the garage.

"I don't think so, maybe hs just wants to be friends." You kept your gaze on the stairs until you finally reached the eating room.

"Yeah, Y/n let me help you with him, I have a girlfriend I know how to do this." Max sat down on a chair and you sat down in front of him at the table.

You sighed before you gave him your phone. "What's the password?" He looked at you.

"RedBull, spelled out with the numbers." You mumbled while you put your head into your hands and watched him type something around on instagram.

"So I texted him, 'hey, maybe a quick talk after the race? talking to you was so fun' i think that's decent." Max reached you back your phone and you nodded.

"Decent, you need to be decently read now. Let's go." Putting your phone back into your redbull uniform you and Max stood up to walk into the garage again.

"Where have you two been? The race is going to start soon, Max go and get ready, Perez is already waiting for you, go!" Adrian yelled and you smiled slightly while you followed them. You recorded so.e stuff for the instagram channel and then went to sit down in the garage, waiting for the race to start.

-

"I can't fucking believe you've done it again." You smiled while you hugged Max. He just smiled at you as he thej reached you the trophy.

"Here, I'll take a picture of you." You gave him your phone and then held the trophy oj your hands.

The biggest smile was covering your face while you looked at the camera.

This was Max's 4th win this season. He couldn't be any happier.

After everything had calmed down a little and mostly everyone went home, you checked your phone after a while.

-

maxverstappen1

liked by neymarjr, pablogavi and 2,919,664 others.

maxverstappen1 it was nice to see you again @neymarjr

-

You smiled while you liked the post, and in the exact same second you notoced that you received a dm.

So you clicked onto the button and saw that Gavi responded 3 hours ago.

[PABLOGAVI:] Hmm of course

[PABLOGAVI:] How about you text me when you have time and I'll come to pick you up?

[YOURINSTA:] Right now would be awesome

[PABLOGAVI:] Where do I need to pisk you up from?

[YOURINSTA:] I'll walk outside the grand prix and at the redbull entrance

[YOURINSTA:] You know where that is?

[PABLOGAVI:] Yeah, I'll be there in 15

[YOURINSTA:] perfect

"What are you doing?" Max came up to you, he couldn't seem to notice that there was a huge smile displayed on your face after you turned off the phone.

"Gavi texted back." You said excitedly and Max's face lit up even more.

"He did? what did he say?" You watched as Max snatched your phone and then looked at the messages. After he gave it back he smiled and then looked down at your outfit. You were still wearing the redbull clothes. They were out of a really light material so you wouldn't get too hot in them.

"I look bad, I know." You smiled and then your smile quickly faded as a very stressed looking Adrain walked over to you two at a rapid speed.

"Y/n, Max and you gotta leave in 20 minutes, come on." Adrian told you but Max shook his head.

"Actually." Adrian turned around after Max said that. "I think she can go, I'll be fine without her." Max kept his gaze strictly on your boss's eyes. So you watched as Adrian sighed and then rubbed his eyes.

"Fine, if Verstappen says so." He waved at you before going back to rubbing his eyes. Max gave you a quick smile which you gladly returned.

"I owe you something" You whispered in a quiet tone.

"Oh you definitely do." He laughed and you waved at him while walking to the exit. On your way there, you said bye to some people and then saw a white Cupra parked down right in fronr of the exit.

So you guessed thwt it was Gavi, and to your surprise, it was. He unlocked the door immediately so that you could sit inside.

"Hey, how are you?" Gavi immediately asked, he wanted to seem interested in you, which he was by the way.

"Oh I'm alright, Max won the race so I'm happy." You smiled and then threw back your hair behind your back.

Gavi was just sitting there admiring you, you were probably the prettiest girl he has ever seen in his life.

"Yes, I saw that. I couldn't stay for the celebrations, sadly. Xavi wanted to have a quick meeting before the game after tomorrow." Gavi explained and he then began to drive after you buckled up.

"Yes, I understand. I'm going to the game tomorrow so I'm excited." You smiled while you looked straight ahead. You didn't dare to look at him, even tho you could have stared at him while drooling.

"You wanna sit in the vip section? You know I could get you the tockets where you can go and meet the players afterwards-" Before he cpuld continue you smiled like crazy.

"That's really nice of you, but I already have that ticket." His jaw dropped as soon as you said that.

"Are you crazy? Those tickets cost like 12000. Man I don't know how good RedBull pays but they shouldn't pay that good." Gavi said in a pretty fast tone.

"Don't worry about my money, the last time I was at a Barca game was probably 4 years ago. I've been craving some Blaugrana playstyle." You smiled lightly at him as he nodded.

"Yes see, but now you're putting pressure on me. If we loose, then you soent that twelve hundred for nothing." Gavi explained and you couldn't help but smile the whole time.

He was exactly like you, you got along with him so well.

"Win then. Boom that's the easiest solution." You made a motion with your hands as if there was an explosion.

"You're funny." He smiled at you while he said in all honesty. You couldn't help but blush, so you looked away from him.

It had been way too long ever since you went out with a guy, not even went out, even talked properly to a guy.

Of course you were surrounded by men all the time but for you those were all just your co workers. Someone who chased the same dream as you with the team.

"We're here." Gavi parked the car and you looked at a small café next to the beach. It was a bit further from the city, that's why the grand prix was close to it.

"I was never here before." You mumbled and then got out of the car.

"Makes sense, no?" Gavi out his hands into his pockets while you two walked over to the door.

"I grew up here, so no, not really." You laughed a bit at his shocked expression, once again.

"You shock me with every word you say," He then dropped the whole shocked act and smiled after he saw that you blushed.

Then he proceeded to open the door to the café for you and you walked inside.

You received some weird looks from some people because of your clothes. "Isn't it weird going to a café at 10pm?" You whispered to Gavi and he leaned closer to you face to understand you better.

"You shouldn't care about what others think about you, also, this place is always full. They're open until like 12, so we still have time." Gavi explained while the two of you decided to sit into a booth.

The seats were a dark red while the table was black.

"So, what are you up to when you aren't working?" Gavi began to conversation first. That was a really good question thst you couldn't even answer.

"Um, I work all the time, so I don't really know." You laughed a bit while you scratched the back of your head.

"And when you have a free day? What do you like to do?" Your mind was flooded with things like work that you complete forgot about the rest.

"I like to read. I have a whole bookshelf of books at home." You remembered. You often read outside in the park.

"What kind of books do you read?" Gavi leaned forward, genuinely seemingly interested in your interests.

"Oh I read romance, like Ugly Love, Reminders of him, Icebreaker-" He cut you off before you could have finished that.

"Oh no" He laughed and covered his face with his hands. "My sister forced me to read that because she said that it's very good."

"And did you think it was good?" You smiled a little, knowing what's it sbout.

"No words." he acted like he zipped his mouth shut and then threw away the key.

In that momemt a waiter came over and took your orders.

There weren't many orders to take however since Gavi and you both only drank water.

"Enough from me now, what do you like to do in your free time?" You pushed the glass of Water a bit to the side.

"Hm, I like to hang out with my friends and family, I play football of course and that's about it." He explained and you continued to talk about mainly Barcelona and how excited Gavi is to play again.

After that you paid and left the café. Then you two decided to go on a walk at the beach under the moonlight.

While there was a comfortable silence between you two, you had time to think.

This small date had made you realize that you like Gavi, even more than a friend. It may have been too early to tell but you were so sure of it that you had feelings for him.

Gavi wasn't any diffrent, after spending time with you today he knew he'd fight for you to be closer to him.

It wss crazy to think about that you only met today because you both felt like you've known eachother for years.

"I really feel comfortable around you," Gavi spoke up and you immediately turned to look at him.

"I like being around you too." You smiled as you looked up at him.

"I hope we can meet again? For another date maybe?" Gavi then asked and you swore that you felt your stomach cramp a bit

"A date?" You raised your eyebrows. You expected Gavi to shake his head, to say no but instead, he said:

"Yeah, a date."

You smiled. "I'd love to."

[barcalover86]

wait was she saying like bad stuff about pedri or just talking ab the “situation” for attention

My Spanish isn't that good, but she didn't say bad things about him.

Her cousin was reading all the messages, even the ones that were judging Lorena, but she remained silent for a while just listening to what people were saying.

After I think 1h they started to talk about the hate that she gets and that people don't know her at all, but that didn't stop them to continue their talk about Pedri.

Mostly, her cousin Alvarez (who blocked me on insta without even looking at her account hahahaha) , was talking about Lorena and Pedri.

She was saying stuff like now Lorena is single, but she was with a Barcelona football player. People were getting mad in the comments.

In the beginning, Lorena asked her cousins what bikini to wear, and they chose the orange one because "it was Pedri's favourite."

They talked about their situation at the hotel and how Pedri doesn't deserve Lorena (she said she wanted something serious, but doesn't look like it), but my Spanish is bad and don't know exactly what they said. Especially that they were talking fast and couldn't even understand the words they were saying.

After a while, people started to comment that Lorena would look good with Gavi and she just smiled at them (Alvarez was reading everything).

People were also saying to search on Google the rumour girlfriend of Pablo to see if Lorena knows her and she just said that she doesn't care about Pedri's friends or family, especially his friends' girlfriends.

The whole live was chaotic with a lot of hate and angry comments.

They even asked her about the conversation with her and Pedri and she just replied with "none of your business".

It's clearly that she does it for fame and she was never with Pedri. I feel sorry for her, being in the need to talk about Pedri to be "appreciated". I hope that one day she'll get over it.

Also the fact that her cousin was reading BAD comments about Lorena seemed weird to me. She could just ignore them but decided to read EVERYTHING.

She even posted a tik tok with them 3 where they were showing Lorena saying that "If she can, can" (they were talking about if Lorena managed to get Pedri's attention, let her alone. It means she is capable)

Look at her tt account if you want to see it or just search Lorena Ramiro.

Also, for people that are posting the live on tik tok, PLEASE GIVE CREDITS!!

I saw a lot of people with my live video.

Thank you!

[officialfics]

Hii can u pls do a fic where pedri knew famous!reader first they had been friends for a little while and he started catching feelings for her but then gavi meets the reader and they start dating and ledri gets jealous. 💖

This took me longer than expected, I just don’t know how to portray jealousy🙈

warning: a little long,none ⚠️

It's a 03:09 o'clock on a Friday. You're sitting in a chair on set, scrolling through your phone and texting with your friends. You had just finished shooting some photos for a brand, it was a collaboration. The crew were looking at the photos, giving you complements on how photogenetic you are. You couldn't help but start blushing and laughing it off.

You started packing up all your stuff and heading out, till you got a text, from Pedri. Your history with Pedri was super sweet. Your families were close, and you had been neighbors pretty much ever since you could remember. He's your best friend, you had been through everything together. Life wouldn't be the same without him.

The message read "wyd rn"

Y/N: “nothings just heading home from a photoshoot, why what's up?"

Pedri: "there's a party, I have a plus one and I want you to come."

Y/N: “Pedri I would love to, but I'm exhausted, today was a lot"

Pedri: “Y/N I'm not taking no for an answer, and you know that, I’ll be at your place in 20* You knew he wasn't kidding; that’s just how he was. Accepting his offer, maybe this could be fun”.

At home your making food, partying on a completely empty stomach was not your thing. Looking through your cabinets. Pasta was the first thing you saw so, pasta it is.

Halfway through you heard the doorbell, going to open the door and letting Pedri in. he went to give you a warm hug. you both let go when it felt right. There was some strong eye contact, but you didn't think much of it. He entered to the through the living room, to the kitchen. You knew how much he loved your cooking, so you asked him if he would like to have some and of course he said yes.

After lunch, you both took the stairs up to your room. He was on your bed scrolling through his phone, while you were doing your makeup. You caught him glancing over through the mirror.

“What are you looking at?" vou asked.

"You look beautiful Y/n" he ignores your question.

"You don't look so bad yourself" you hit him back with the same energy.

After the makeup, you got dressed. Heading down to the hallway, getting dressed and heading out.

Pedri was the one driving like always. The car ride was fun, listening to music and talking. While on the way to the party, Pedri was telling you about a close friend of his and how he wanted to introduce you to him.

Inside the party You and Pedri started talking to people, and he introduced you to his friends, then you both headed your own ways, that's how it usually went down.

You went to get another drink, when you were approached from a guy, a handsome guy, like your type handsome. That doesn't happen often.

"A martini?" he prompted.

"Something wrong with a martini" you decided to flirt back.

"You're my type" he gets straight to the point.

"And you're mine" you teased back.

"Want to dance?" he suggested.

"With you, yes!" you flirt.

On the dance floor there was tension, a whole bunch of tension. You had fallen head over heals for this guy, so did he and you knew it.

The music was loud, and he was all over you, this man had no self-control. You didn't mind you were in love with this boy without even knowing his name. the night wasn't young anymore, you were tired, and it was about time to head home.

There were eyes on you all night ever since you started hanging with then nameless boy. Pedri later decided to show up later to announce it was time to leave. Getting all your stuff and walking behind him to the car. He started the engine and was about to drive, till a guy knocked on the glass window.

"Were you really going leave without giving me your number?" He said with a grin on his face

"Of course, not lover boy, I just wanted to see if you were going to chase after me" you stated, took his phone and typed in your number.

"Oh, and Pedri thanks for bringing her to the party" he said waving you off goodbye.

Half of the drive back home was silent, till Pedri decided to talk.

This wasn’t like him, he would normally be more talkative. You didn’t want to think anything of it as it could have been a misunderstanding on your behalf.

"That's Gavi by the way, my close friend, the one I told you about earlier" he states, no longer silence in the car.

"THAT'S GAVI, YOUR KIDDING" you shouted hysterically.

You couldn't believe it, maybe you were overreacting a bit, but that wasn't what you were expecting.

Plus, he's Pedri's what if he wasn't cool with it.

"It's fine Y/n if you like him you should go for it" he said not looking at you, but the road.

What was up with him.

He drove you home and you both said goodbye.

_______TIMESKIP______

You're at Gavi's apartment on the coach watching a movie, while Gavi was in the kitchen making breakfast. He came into the living room with the food and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

"Y/N there's a gathering with the team and we could bring our family, and you're coming with me" he demands.

"I would love to Gavi" you respond.

"Is Pedri coming" you asked. Truth is Pedri hasn’t reached out to you in weeks, he hasn’t even responded to you messenger. One time he even threw a fuss, and told you to go to your boyfriend, since you loved him so much and forgot about your friend.

"No, actually he said something came up" he said snapping you out of your thoughts .

This isn't the first time Pedri has done this, he's been distant the last couple of weeks. Ever since that night in the car and when you and Gavi made it official. You would invite him for night outs, movie nights or hang outs, but he didn't come to any of them. He declined multiple time, and the time he did come it, he wouldn't be himself. You wanted to tell Gavi, little did you know he already knew.

"Why didn't you tell me before Gavi, he's my best friend" you demanded an answer.

"You're a flirter Y/N, I thought you could see it. It was clear" he said embracing you in a hug.

"I'm such an idiot, om my god he liked me, and I went for his friend. He was jealous that's why he acted like that?" you rambled.

"He will get over it Y/N, just give him time, you can't choose who you love after all.

𝐖/𝐍: Hope you liked it😅

[pablitogavii]

Hey! Can u do one where the reader ask Gavi to move out with her, after months of dating? She asks him on his birthday and he just feel the happiest man alive:)

Our new home

"Congratulations tío!" Pedri came with Ansu, Balde and Ferran to your new apartment you've just moved into. They all brought some home gifts since it was a cultural thing in Spain.

"Gracias, hermanos! Amor! Boys are here!" Pablo said and you came from the kitchen still surrounded by boxes to unpack to happy to see them all there.

"Hey guys" you hugged them all thanking them for the gifts before asking if anybody wanted something to drink.

"We don't want to stay long..we know you guys must be busy" Balde said and all the boys were smirking for some reason which you could barely understand but chose to ignore.

"You have to have at least something, please?" you said and they agreed sitting down with Pablo while you brought some cold lemonade.

"Gracias, amor" Pablo said kissing your hand when you placed it on his shoulder before pulling you to sit on his lap since not all chairs arrived yet.

"Are you guys excited to finally live together?" Ansu asked

"I mean we already lived together at his parent's house but now we have some privacy you know?" you smile and Pablo nodded his head playing with the edge of your shirt. He didn't tell you, but he was so horny for the past week and couldn't wait to be alone with you finally.

"Yeah, and Pablo couldn't stop talking about living with his girl for weeks since we came back from tour" Pedri said making Pablo shut him up while you giggled.

After a few minutes of chatting, boys were ready to leave hugging you once more and wishing you both luck in your new home.

"Make sure to enjoy your privacy tío" Pedri smirked at Pablo who nodded his head walking them out before re-joining you back in the kitchen. His hands snaked around your waist from behind and you smiled.

"Um..amor?" you ask while separating the dishes into the drawers

"Mhm?" Pablo said resting his head on your shoulder and taking a sharp intake of your sweet smell. He was really trying to be helpful but you in an apron certainly didn't help his urges!

"What did they mean by being busy??" you asked knowing that they weren't talking about unpacking boxes but playing innocent with Pablo.

"Mm bueno..let me show you princesa" he smirked pulling your hips back against himself so that you could feel his hard bulge which made a shiver move down your spine in anticipation.

"Mm but cariño..we have so much things to unpack still?" you said moaning a little when he started leaving wet open mouth kisses on your neck that left you breathless.

"And we have the whole weekend to do it princesa..come on! I have been desperate for you for days now.." he spoke lowly into your neck and you felt your panties being ruined from the way he was making you feel.

"Even when you cuddled me sleep?" you ask now teasing him a little and he smirked remembering how hard it was not to slip your pajamas off in the middle of the night and just take you right then and there.

"It was torture mi amor..knowing I couldn't because they were home..but now we are all alone..in our home...and I want you badly!" he said turning you around and raising you to sit on the kitchen counter before getting in between your legs.

"How badly Pablito?" you smirked snaking your legs around his waist and he smirked seeing that you were just as needy as him in this moment. You already forgot all about the unpacked boxes!

"Hmm don't tease me princesa..you're playing with fire!" he said pulling you closer and you smiled kissing his lips as he deepened the kiss pulling you off the kitchen counter and to your shared bedroom.

It was filled with unpacked stuff as well but luckily the bed arrived and that's all you both needed right now. He tossed you on it hovering above you eagerly while you giggled.

"You ready to claim this place as officially ours, princesa??" Pablo smirked down at you and your cheeks were a blushing mess but this was all you wanted right now.

"Mhm..our new home" you said as Pablo leaned down and captured your lips lovingly.

"Our new home, princesa." he whispered into your neck before starting to kiss it removing both your clothes and making an even bigger mess inside your shared bedroom but none of you cared one bit ;))

pablogavi

Barcelona, Spain

First morning in a new home with mi amor ❤️ @y.n.bebe

comments:

y.n.bebe: our new home 😳😊

pablogavi: si princesa!

pedri: congrats!

aurorapaezg: preciosos!!

ansufati: best couple!!

alejandrobalde: new chapter❤️

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