#gavi (footballer) parents

[gavisfanta]

AUTUMN- GAVI

summary: you and gavi are oarents and you play with your child in the garden.

warnings: none, just fluff

You were sitting outside of your house on the porch, watching Gavi as he ran around with Ana. They went from sweeping together the leaves to running around them. What you assumed was that they played tag, but even if Gavi caught your daughter, she would still run away.

However, they both looked like they were having fun. So while they played you were on your phone, relaxing for a minute. Ana was just in that age where she talked so so so much and you were exhausted from all the questioning.

You adored the way Gavi treated her, or even just the way she was to him. They were a great father and daughter duo. Seeing Gavi play with Ana just reminded you of how good he was with kids. Your youngest child was sleeping upstairs and so the three of you decided on some outside activities.

Laughter filled the whole garden as Gavi grabbed Ana and lifted her up to his own face, he kissed her cheek and she couldn't stop giggling. It was so adorable that you captured it on a recording and posted it onto your instagram.

After you looked up from your phone you couldn't help but smile while looking at Gavi.

"Uno" Gavi counted as he swung your daughter over a heap of brownish leaves.

Gavi was just done with sweeping them all into one place again.

"Dos" He swung her over the heap another couple of times.

"Y tres." He finally let her fall into the heap as you watched her disappear entirely.

"Oh" Gavi laughed out as he immediately started pushing away the leaves and picking her up. She was full of leaves and you shook your head as you watched the two in awe.

"Are you okay cariño?" Gavi laughed as he laughed at her, she pushed some leaves out of her hair as she then started fumbling around in Gavis arms.

"You okay?" He asked again and she nodded her head. Gavi laighed at your daughters sweet action and then kissed her cheek.

"I want mom." She looked at Gavi and as soon as you heard that you immediately stood up and walked over to them. "Mom" Ana gripped your shirt as soon as you walked up to them and Gavi gave her to you.

"Dad, dad dropped me into the leaves." She said as she still tried to get part of the leaves out of her face. You smiled slightly while you looked at Gavi.

"I saw, it was fun wasn't it?" You looked at her and then walked over to the chair you were sitting on while she was still on your arm.

"It was fun." Gavi smiled and Ana looked at him and shook her head, she pouted her lips and you couldn't help but laugh.

"You're so cute when you're mad." Gavi leaned closer to her and kissed her cheek.

She then made a disgusted face as wiped away the kiss with her hand. Gavi then shook his head and took her from you.

He then started attacking her with kisses until her cries for help turned into laughter.

"See now you aren't grumpy anymore hm?" Gavi held her up into the air as he looked up at her. In your eyes this was the moment you wpuld want to experience again and again after you're dead.

It's quite literally, perfect.

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[barcalover86]

Surgery- Gavi

Summary: showering after surgery

You and Gavi have been together for 1 year now, but mostly of it was long distance.

Every since the moment he got injured, you stood by his side, spending most of your time together.

When his surgery successfully ended, he got home, being in a need of showering.

The doctor explained to him what he has to do, but he needed at least one person beside him to help him out a bit.

Since he was kinda ashamed to be naked in front of his parents because he wasn't a kid anymore, and his sister was out of discussion, he asked for your help.

You agreed to help him, but God knew how nervous you were.

You were afraid not to hurt him or do anything wrong, especially since you have no idea what you'll have to do.

And out of these thoughts, you two never, ever saw each other naked before.

Being a lot away from each other, you didn't have time for that kind of thing.

So you were a bit.. shy.

He, on the other hand, was more nervous than you.

First time being naked in front of his girlfriend.

He wasn't scared that you'd make fun of him because of his body cause he knew that you weren't the type of person to do that. He was just afraid that you won't like it.

You helped him go to the biggest bathroom so that you could have more space.

You put two chairs, because he had to sit all the time, and prepared the water.

He looks up into your eyes before putting his head on your shoulder.

Your hands went around his torso, trying to comfort the boy.

"It won't hurt, Gavi. I'll make sure that everything will be ok and you'll see that after you'll feel better."

He smiled and kissed your cheek before taking his shirt off.

Now, you didn't want to make him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was, so you tried not to show any facial expressions.

Only you knew how fast your heart was beating at that moment.

You helped him take off his shorts while he was looking into your eyes scared.

You tried to fasten the process of getting off his chlotes so that it wouldn't be that awkward, but you accidentally hurt his knee.

"Oh, I'm sorry, cariño."

He looked like he was about to cry.

"Why are you such in a hurry, y/n?"

You were surprised by his question.

You didn't know how and what to reply. He took all your words out of your head.

He sighed, looking down. You didn't know what to do. How could you tell him that you were so scared of this moment?

His injury didn't only hurt him, but everyone around him. At the same time, you knew that you had to take responsibility and be there for him. So you slowly got his chlotes off of him, while not saying any other words.

Everything was silent.

You tried not to look at him, but.. it was so, so hard. He was the most precious thing that you had ever seen.

Once again, you turned around, trying to find something that could occupy you.

He was just staying there, on a chair, naked, behind you, waiting peacefully for you.

You suddenly blushed. Man.. he was really yours. And God, he was sooo beautiful.

Pablo was looking at you when you turned to face him. His eyes were so lost.

You smiled at him.

"C'mon, pretty boy, let's shower you."

He smiled at the nickname you used.

Pretty boy.

Once you put him in the bathtub, you started the water.

He then took your hand in his while putting his head on your shoulder.

While you were helping him clean, he looked so concerned, and when you asked him about it, his answer surprised you.

"Do you think I will be able to play football again?"

"Yes, of course, you will!"

He sighed.

"I mean at that level."

You then looked into his eyes.

"You are so talented. You work hard for whatever you want, and this won't be different. It might be a bit difficult, but you are not alone."

He listened carefully and nodded.

"I won't disappoint you, y/n."

"I know you won't," you said while kissing his forehead.

After he was done showering, you helped him stand up.

You didn't know how to put the bandage back on, so you stared a bit too much at his naked body, and he started to get really shy.

When you wanted to ask him how this goes back on his knee, you saw his uncomfortable face.

"What's wrong?"

His face got suddenly red. The boy was embarrassed.

"Does it hurt?"

"To see you stare so focus, yes."

"What-" but then you realised. You've been staring at his body for a while now.

"Oh, no, no, don't think that."

Pablo got really emotional, by your surprise , tearing up.

"Don't cryy".

You hugged him.

"You are so beautiful, Pablo. Don't ever doubt that."

You then kissed his lips slowly, and he smiled, wanting more. You laughed a bit.

"Let's get you change ok?"

After you got to his room and helped him to the bed, you went to the bathroom to make him a snack. When you came back, he was desperate for your touch.

"I hope you'll like it," you said, putting the food next to him while he was hugging you.

He then kissed your lips, thanking you.

After he ate, he was about to fall asleep when an idea came into his mind.

"Do you want to shower with me in the morning? Together. "

You were so unready for his question.

It was awkward to see him naked in front of you, but it would be even more embarrassing for you to be naked in front of him.

"Hm?" he asked once again.

"Ok.."

[spidybaby]

erm so idk if ur reqs r open sorry if they’re not; but could u do a gavi x reader based off of footnote by conan gray like with all the angst feels

Footnote

Summary: Love doesn't always go both ways

Warnings: cursing.

Part two

Have you ever felt like things changed up for the better, but then realized you were the one who changed and not the things around you?

That's exactly how you feel.

Pablo and you were best friends since school. You two were compatible because of football, you played for the girls' team, and he was playing for the small town kids team.

You two were neighbors, so after dinner, you two would play in the neighborhood field. Your mother's would talk and joke about how you two were inseparable.

Pablo then had to move, he was welcomed at Real Betis Academy. Him and his family moved, and you were heartbroken.

Your family moved too, because your father got an amazing job opportunity in Barcelona.

You didn't expect that a few years later, you were going to be welcomed with the news that your best friend was also in Barcelona playing for the La Masia.

Pablo's mother asked yours to take care of him as Aurora and them moved back to Sevilla. You would hang out on weekdays. Those days were free for him.

So your parents and you would hang out with him at home. He even had his own room at your house.

You two would always hang and take pictures. People often mentioned how you would look so cute together.

You always laughed it off. He was your friend. No feelings involved.

Even once you overheard your mother and his talking about how she thought you were in a relationship because she caught you two hugging while watching a movie.

You told her that was just things friends do, especially you and Pablo. It was just friendly love.

You two hold hands, Pablo loves to do that. He has cold hands, and you have warm hands. So he uses your hands as a personal warmer. You would be walking normally, and he would grab your hands to make his own warm.

Pablo loves physical affection, he's always touching you. One finger wrapped around your jeans belt loop when you two are walking somewhere and you are leading the way.

Pablo loves hugs, he's always giving you or his teammates hugs. He always finds a way of hugging you.

Like when you are at the store or at a party, he would hug your waist and place his head on your shoulder.

He would wrap his arms around your shoulders and bring you to him, to embrace you as you two talk, as you two watch a movie.

Something he also loves is giving kisses. You would be doing something random. Cooking, for example. He would come behind you and kiss your shoulder.

You would be at dinner, and he would place his head on your shoulder, randomly turning to face you and kissing your skin or cheek.

Your father was someone who used to joke about how he was jealous of Pablo and always wanted the door open when you two were in your room.

You never understood what was about people comparing you to a couple.

But then it all changed.

For you, it all changed.

Pablo took you to a party. One of his friends at la masia invited him to celebrate his 20th birthday.

You knew the girlfriend of his friend, so for you it was fun to come. They liked you and knew you as Pablo's friend.

The party was fun, Pablo had a few drinks and you did too. María, the girlfriend of his friend, introduced you to some friends who were there too.

One of them has this specific interest in you and Pablo's relationship.

"So you wouldn't be mad if I flirt with him?"

"Not at all, go for it." You laugh. "Also, why would I be mad?"

"I thought you were his girlfriend or something, I mean, you two look like a couple." She smiles.

"Oh, we don't."

"No, you do." María says. "He literally came here a few minutes ago, gave you a drink, and kissed your shoulder before leaving."

"That's how he is." You smile at her. "He's like that with me because he doesn't have a girl to be clingy to."

You all laugh, finding funny how dudes do that to their female friends.

"I get it, my brother was like that, he would hug me and kiss my cheek every time because he didn't have anybody else to do it too."

"Any advice on how to approach him?"

"Just do it." You laugh, encouraging her.

You watch her approach him and start a conversation. You laugh at how you probably would have to uber yourself home.

You continue the talk with Maria and her other two friends. You sat outside and talk with them. Not caring about the time or anybody.

Inside the party, Pablo and his friends decided to play a little game to spice things up. Truth or dare.

"Fermin, truth or dare?" Adrià asks. Laughing at something Aleix said.

"I don't want to play." Fermin groans. "Joder, truth."

"Are you still a virgin?" Aleix asks, making them all laugh.

"Capullo." Fermin rolls his eyes. "I'm not, thanks to your mom." This makes them all except for Aleix laugh even harder.

"Good answer." Raul laugh. "Gavi, truth or dare?"

Gavi shakes his head, drinking his cocktail. "Not today."

"Don't be a pussy." Fermin says. "I answered."

"Well, good for you." He smirks.

"Don't be a fucking capullo." Raul says. "Truth or dare?"

He rolls his eyes, drinking the rest of his almost full drink as a shot. "Dare, hurry up."

They all look at each other, thinking what they will be asking. They all whisper and turn to him with devious smiles on their faces.

"Kiss Paula." Raul says. They all look over at where Paula is dancing. Making all these sexual movements to attract the eyes of Pablo.

"No way." He shakes his head. "She will think I want something with her."

"You say dare."

"But not that."

"Okay, then kiss someone." Fermin interrupts. "Pero hazlo, hermano." He push Pablo.

His eyes scan the place, not interested in any girl who's there. Paula was a full no. She was way too much, and Pablo didn't want to deal with a girl like her.

His eyes then found you. Entering the room with an empty drink in hand. He smiles.

"I'll kiss Y/n." He says.

He was about to walk when Raul grabbed his arm. "She doesn't count."

"Why not?"

"She's your best friend." Aleix says. "She's like used to kissing you at this point."

"I don't kiss her." Pablo says, shaking his head. They all laugh at his answer. Not believing anything. "Quit it!"

"Pablo, you are sticked to this girl all the time."

"Si, you kiss her on the face, on the shoulders, you hug her, grab her hand."

"She's my friend, only that. And from all the girls that are here, I prefer her over Paula or anyone." He says, stern tone. "And if you don't want me to kiss her then fuck off."

He's about to take a seat, but Raul pulls him and signs with his head to go for it. "But make it a good one, not a fucking peck."

"Tonge her down." Fermin says, making them all look at him with a funny face. "I mean, kiss her."

Pablo smiles and walks over to you. You and María were mixing something on your cups. You two were laughing at something.

"Preciosa, can I talk to you?" Pablo taps your waist, hands placed there to capture your attention.

"Hey!" You smile at him. "Let's take a shot." You laugh, grabbing two shots and filling them with tequila. "Pretty please, Pablito mio." You grab his hand, caressing it with your thumb.

He smiles, noticing you drunken state. "Only one, and then maybe we can leave." He grabs the shot and a piece of lemon. "Cheers."

You make a face he always found funny. You scrunch your nose and pout your lips. He laughs at that.

"It's disgusting." You stick your tonge out. "Are you having fun?"

He grabs your hand, taking you to a corner of the room. "I am having fun, but you are definitely having a lot of fun."

You nod, opening your arms to him. He laughs and gets into your arms, his hands on your hips. Lips kissing your cheeks.

He pulls away, hands grabbing your cheeks. He looks at how happy you look, with your blushy cheeks and your glossy eyes.

He goes for it.

You are too drunk to care enough about what is happening between him and you.

Too drunk to care about how one of his hands is lower than ever. How the other is pushing your neck to make you closer.

Your arms are behind his neck, one hand caressing his hair. Caressing his nape and making him shiver. His tonge fights yours in a battle nobody would win.

His friends are in wow at the scene. Not thinking Pablo would dare to ever do that.

"Should we get them a room?" Fermin asks.

You separate needing air. Pablo tries to go back to the kiss, but you just shake your head no.

He frowns, not understanding your reaction. He tries one more time. This time, you let it happen.

But not for long, you push him lightly, eyes looking at him with a questioning look. You shake your head again, hands over his chest, pushing him off of you.

"Y/n." He tries to grab your arm as you are walking away.

"I have to go." You say, taking his hand off.

He grabs your hand, making you turn to him. "Let me take you, please."

"No, I'll." You think about something. Head too out of it to think properly. "I can get home by myself."

"Your mom would kill me, let's go, preciosa."

He intertwine his hand to yours, you look down to it. What was going on?

His friends laugh at the distance, thinking that you went home together to hook up. But it was the opposite, you want to get away from him as soon as possible.

You don't talk during the drive, head replaying the kiss. The window to feel something other than confusion.

"Do you want some mcdonals? I know one that's open." He tries to get you to talk.

You shake your head. "I want to go home, por favor."

"Not even a mcflurry?"

You think for a second, stomach betraying you and roaring from the hunger you feel. Making him laugh at how you were caught up.

"What about that burger you love and some large fries?" He asks. Hand on your thigh.

You accept, knowing he was taking you to eat no matter what. You eat in silence. He thinks it's because you are drunk.

After that many years of friendship, he can tell when you are drunk or sober. Sad or happy. Mad or calm.

But he couldn't picture what was going on with you at that moment. He couldn't put two and two together and notice how you are quiet and far gone from there.

The silence during the drive repeats itself. Except this time, you caress the hand he placed on your thigh.

"We are here, safe and sound." He smiles.

You look at him. He looks different. You can't point what it is, but he's not the one you went to the party.

"Are you okay?" He asks. Noticing you wondering eyes.

You take off your seatbelt, pressing the lock of his and free him from his own. He's confused on what you are doing.

You turn your body to him, taking his face on your hands and smacking your lips on his.

You needed to feel it.

You need to feel what you felt at the party with that first kiss.

You need to confirm or deny if what you felt was just a product of your drunkenness or if it's something else.

Pablo doesn't deny the kiss. He didn't care that much, he thinks it's just a drunken thing.

You let it happen until the air was necessary, letting his lips go but not him. Your thumb caressing his cheeks.

The smirk he has is giving winner vibes, he's thinking how the boys are going to die from the show you two just pulled.

"Are you tired?" He asks, one hand caressing your hair and the other making twirls on your hair with his fingers.

You nod, letting him go off your hold and searching for your purse. He stretched his arm and grabbed it from the back, giving it to you with a smile.

"Let me walk you and say hi to your dad."

He does what he says, walking you and holding your hand like always, it was normal for the two of you.

Then why it doesn't feel like that tonight?

Why are you questioning all the other times he did that?

"Hola, papi." You say, opening the door and letting Pablo in. "I'm back."

Your dad was reading something, waiting for you like he always does when you go out. "Hi, baby." He smiles at you. "Thank you for taking care of her, Pablo."

Pablo shakes his head, smiling at your father like he always does. "I promise to take care of her."

"I'm going to sleep, I'm so tired." You interrupted the talk, not feeling like keep making stories in your head. "Bye, papi." You shake your hand yo him. "Bye, Pablo." You say, looking at him.

He winks at you, saying goodbye to you and your dad. You take a cold shower to try to wake up drop the dreams you were having.

Was this what you mother and his mother were talking about?

Are those the feelings you two were supposed to have?

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"Hey, take this." Pablo hands you a jersey.

You take a look at it, the 30 on the back of it. You look at him with narrow eyes.

"What is this?"

He chuckles, "it's for you." He grabs it, "arms up." You lift your arms, he place the jersey on you, getting your hair out of the way and fixing it on you. "Look at that." He grabs your waist and turns you to the mirror.

He places his head on the crock of your neck, batting his lashes at you. You smile at him on the mirror.

"This is what you want me to wear to the game?"

He nods, kissing your cheek and hugging you. "You would be the only one I'll have there, so I want you to use my jersey."

You feel that weird feeling in your stomach that you have been feeling since what happened after the party.

It's been a good two months since that happened, and you still get that feeling every time he does something like this.

You decide to tease him. "I'm sure your girlfriend won't like me wearing your jersey."

He chuckles, "What girlfriend?"

"What's her name?" You act confused. "Paola? Paula? Paulina?"

"Paula is nothing to me. She's just someone I followed on insta after the party, but I don't even think she's pretty."

You open your mouth in a "o" shape, he was ruthless with that comment.

"What is pretty for you? I feel like you are so complicated to impress." You laugh. He thinks for a moment, giving a dramatic pause to the situation. "Pablo!"

"You." He smiles. "You are pretty. Very pretty."

You smile, hugging him. "Am I pretty for you, Pablo?" You mess with him. He nods smiling.

He bumps your nose with his fingers, hugging you and placing you on his lap. This was something normal for the two of you.

Nothing crazy, nothing new, just the two of you being affectioned as always. But it didn't feel like always for you.

It didn't feel like the other times.

The way Pablo called you pretty.

The way he gave you the jersey.

"I have to go. If I don't, then I'll be in trouble for being late." He laughs. "I'll see you there." He kisses your cheek.

You move from his lap, wishing him good luck and walking him to the door.

"Tell your parents I'm taking you out after the game." He hugs you goodbye.

"Will do. Score a goal for me, please." You push him jokingly out of your house.

"Only because it's for you." He laughs, waving at you and walking to his car.

You look at him leaving, the same feeling from before still there. You close the door, walking inside and finding your grandmother watching you from the living room.

"What?"

"Nothing." She lift her hands. "I like your boyfriend."

You blush at her words, "Abu, Pablo is not my boyfriend."

"He's not?" She asks, making you shake your head no. "Then what's up with the shiny eyes and the hugs?"

"What shiny eyes?" You ask, hoping she drops the conversation.

"Oh, my dear Y/n." She laughs. "You like that boy, it's so obvious."

You just laugh it out and walk back upstairs to prepare yourself. You add some makeup, some blush, concealer, natural eyeshadow, mascara, and lip oil.

You still have time to finish your writing essay. You open your computer, not sure what to write about.

You were studying literature, you love books and reading. You love poetry and the story of the books you read.

So it was the perfect choice and your father supported you idea. Helping you get into the university of Barcelona.

You write random things, but nothing good enough to convince you to do a whole piece for. Maybe a poem, maybe a little story, maybe nothing. You decide to leave it empty. You still have time.

It was time for you to go to the game. You order an Uber to get there, Pablo was bringing you home anyways.

You got to the camp nou just when they started to let people in. You texted Pablo, telling him that you were there.

He instructed you to go to the security guy and show him your pass. You do what you are told. They let you in, one showing you where the room is.

Pablo got you a vip pass, so you would be there with the family and friends of other players. You got inside, checking to see if you knew somebody.

You see Fernando, Pedri's brother. You and him knew each other because of Pablo and Pedri being friends.

"Hey, Fer."

"Hi, are you ready for the game?"

You nod, sitting next to him. "I am, so nervous."

You two make conversations during most of the game. The score was 0 - 0, so it was nothing crazy.

During the half-time, Pablo texted you that he would try to score. You answer him yo be calm and not to fight like he did in the first half.

The second half started, and just like he was ready to show off, Pablo scored a goal. You and the whole room yelled in happiness.

He kisses the barca logo on his jersey, then hugs his teammates. When you think his celebration is done, he points towards where you are.

You blush at the feeling. The way your stomach turns and you feel the heat from your heart fulfill your body.

>you like that boy, it's so obvious.<

You like Pablo.

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You were helping Pablo with making some food. You were not the best cook, so you were a little surprised when he called you to get outside and go home with him.

You decided it was a good idea to let the intelligent equipment he has at home prepare the things while you two watch a movie.

You set the rice machine and the air frier for the food while Pablo picked a movie. "What about Iron Man?" He asks, walking into the kitchen with the control in one hand.

"Do you want to see it?" You laugh.

"Do you?" He grabs your hand and walks with you to the living room. "I want to, but if you don't, then I don't."

"I do."

You two get comfortable on the couch, his head resting on your chest and your hands combing his hair. "Let's see Iron Man 2."

You enjoy a little of the movie until you remember that you had food in the making. "Pablo, the food!" You push him by the shoulders and hurry to the kitchen.

The air frier food was good, it wasn't fully ready, but the rice was burnt. You turn to him, showing him the pot.

He scratches the back of his neck, "Why do we always mess the food up?"

You sigh, throwing the rice into the bin and putting the pot on the sink. "I can make salads, that's all I can't burn." You say, sad pout.

"Oh, princesa." He says, smiling at you while grabbing your face. "You can also find a way to burn those." He laughs.

You hit his arm playing. "You are not getting anything now, Martin."

"Let's go get something from that restaurant we like."

You grab your wallet and phone, walking with him to the car. You connect your phone to the aux. Playing some Jason Derulo.

You check the menu online. Picking something to eat and picking something for him per his request.

You know what he likes and what he dislikes on his food. What kind of ingredients he likes and what kind of thing he won't try because of texture.

"Let's eat here." You suggest. "If we go to your house, we will have to wash dishes." He agrees, walking inside with you. His hand around you to keep you close.

The host greeted you, giving you a table in a corner in order to not create commotion because of Gavi being there.

You ordered the food for the two of you, and he ordered the drinks. You talk about some games he has in Sevilla and Valencia.

"Hey, we have a little special something for you." The waitress says, leaving a bottle of Moscato next to the table and two wine glasses. "We have a little activity going on. The first couple of the night would get a free bottle of our best Moscato." She shows the bottle to the two of you, smiling. "You guys are so cute together."

You blush at the comment, everybody think you are a couple. Pablo thanks her and serves the wine into the glasses.

"I kinda want to start hanging out with you because of this." He laughs. "Free moscato and my favorite pasta with my favorite one."

His one.

You were his one and he was yours.

"Cheers." You smile, clicking the glasses together.

You feel almost bad that you are so pleased that everybody seems to think you two are a couple. You feel happiness from it.

>they're so perfect for each other<

That's what Aurora always said to everyone. That's what your mothers thought.

You feel like people around you won't find it weird if you two ended up together. You act like a couple.

>this is what friends do<

You used to say that to your mom when she finds you cuddling Pablo while watching movies.

That's what you told your dad when he questioned you because Pablo was hugging you and kissing your cheek.

That's what you told yourself every day, that what you do is what people do in a friendship.

But what you feel for him isn't friendship.

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Five months ago, you wouldn't imagine that a drunken kiss with Pablo was going to bring you to the awaken of your feelings.

You were at a party with him. The birthday of Fermin.

Fermin and you are acquainted. You two talk and have fun together when you hang out with him and Pablo's group.

You were a little drunken than what you expected to be. You were stressed because your essay was due in two weeks, and you were not even on the title.

The stress was making you act up a little bit, so in your mind, a drink would solve all your stress and problems.

"Someone is enjoying the Party, eh?" Fermin jokes, poking your side.

"I've been so stressed, sorry." You smile at him.

"Where's your boyfriend?" He asks, looking around.

"My boyfr-" You think. "Pablo?" You ask. He nods. "Pablo is not my boyfriend."

He laughs. "Aren't you like hooking up or something?"

You blink a few times. You aren't hooking up with Pablo. You haven't even kissed him or anything since the last party you two went together.

"We aren't."

He smirks, not believing your words. "After that kiss and how you to left, we all thought you were together now."

You understood why he thought you were together, how misleading it was for you to do that. "No, he took me home."

Fermin is drunk. He's not in his five senses. So, to him, saying things right now was saying things without a filter.

"We all thought that after we dared him to kiss you, he was going to confess his feelings or something."

You feel a shiver when you hear that. They dared him to kiss you?

"You dared him?" You ask, confused.

"Si, we were playing that stupid truth or dare. And we dared him to kiss Paula, but he told us that you were his only choice to kiss."

"Wait." You say, not understanding. "You dared Pablo to kiss me that night?"

"Si, I already told you." He laughs, rolling his eyes. "He didn't want to kiss anybody else."

He grabs another beer, walking away from you while shouting at someone. You stayed there, the drink in your hand gone because you chugged it like a shot.

You serve yourself three double shots. Trying to organize your mind. Bad choice, because you walk to where Pablo is.

You need an explanation. Was everything he did with you just normal things while you thought it was more?

He was talking with Paula, laughing at something she said.

"Pablo." You interrupted. "Can I talk to you? It's kind of important."

He nods, asking Paula to excuse him. He grabbed your arm and walked with you to the side of the house. The music wasn't too loud there.

You looked at him, not understanding why he would do something like that to you. He notices how you are checking him with his frown.

"Are you okay?" His hands caress your arms. You shiver at that.

You don't answer, mind trying to find the right words to initiate the conversation. You feel the need to be honest.

"Y/n?" He asks again. "Are yo-"

"Did you kiss me because the boys dared you?"

He's the one who's quiet now. Not thinking you would ever found out about that. "Who told you?"

"Did you?" You ask again.

He sighs, hands leaving your skin. He takes a small step back. He's not sure what to tell you. To him, It was just something that you wouldn't mind if he ever confessed.

"You did." You say, shaking your head at how silent he is. You know him too well to know what that means. "Why?"

"Why does it matter?" He asks, kinda angry at the whole thing.

You feel a little something in your stomach. He didn't care like you thought he did.

"It matters to me." You say, voice low. But not low enough for him not to hear it. He did. "I was wrong." You say.

You shake your head, looking at him one last time and walking away from there. He calls your name, but you ignore it.

You walk out of the house, a lot of people were talking there. You say bye to someone who was there and you knew.

"Y/n." Pablo calls, running to you. "Wait, don't leave. You are drunk."

"Why does it matter to you?" You turn to him. "It's not like you think of people when you do things."

"What are you talking about?" He's confused at your behavior. "You are definitely too drunk. Let's go back inside and talk. I'll get you a glass of water."

"No." You take a few steps away.

He grabs your arm, making you turn and look at him. You have tears in your eyes, the feeling in your stomach intensifies.

You shake your head no, taking his hand away from your arm. You can't be around him, not when all you thought was happening was just your mind.

"Preciosa, what's wrong?"

He was so sweet without even trying. He was like that with you, but not because he likes you. Because he was your friend and was used to be like that to you.

You look at his eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes you always say are your favorite. Those eyes your grandmother saw you daydreaming about.

"Pablo, me gustas." (I like you) you sob, you feel embarrassed because he didn't feel the same way.

He's stiff and quiet, not sure how to react. The girl who grew up with him, loving the same things he did and always supporting him, was in front of him confessing she liked him.

"You need to sober up."

You sob again, you weren't waiting for a positive answer but you weren't expecting that cold answer he gave you.

"I didn't feel like that, never." You confess. Letting your feelings go. "But then you kissed me, and I thought I was crazy, because why would you? I'm your best friend."

"Y/n, let's not-"

"And that why I kissed you in your car, because I need to confirm what I felt was real." You sob. "And it was, for me it was."

He's quiet. He can't even think of an excuse. He knew it was wrong but he never thought it was going to create this mess.

"I'm sorry because this might ruin our friendship."

He needs to say it. He needs to confess it to you. He can't let you think that there's a possibility.

"I like Paula."

You feel your heart breaking, but also a mad feeling. How can he like her?

"Paula?" You ask, making him nod. "You told me she wasn't pretty." You say in a mad tone.

"I-"

"You told me she had no personality, she was just someone you followed after the party." You are angry.

He can't defend himself. "I started talking to her and she's pretty funny and really nice."

"Pretty funny but not pretty?" You ask, the sarcastic tone evident. "You told me I was pretty, and she was not."

"You are." He tries to get close to you, but you back up. "Joder, Y/n."

"Why are you cursing me?" You try not to cry. "You did this. You kissed me and made me think that it was because you liked me."

"And I'm sorry, but I don't."

He keeps stabbing your heart. You can't help the pain you feel. You can't help but think that everything that happened in those five months was just normal things to him while you were creating a whole life.

You just stayed quiet, turning to hide the tears that were falling like a waterfall. He noticed the way your shoulders were shaking.

"Y/n," he tries to grab your shoulders. "I'm sorry I made you believe that."

You dry your tears, turning to see him again. "If I wait, could that maybe help?" You ask, shaky voice and rosey cheeks from the crying. "I can wait for you."

He scratches the back of his head, petty looking at you. "Patience won't change how I feel about you."

You nod, understanding that you lost the battle. "I'm sorry I ruined us." You whisper.

You didn't wait for him to answer. You turn and walk away, crying at the feeling. You not only got rejected but also lost your friend.

You walk home, dumb decision. But you needed the time to get yourself together before getting home.

Your parents were out so when you arrived the house was empty, you run to your room and got in the shower.

You ruined everything.

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Your parents were worried about you.

They saw how much you changed, how you used to be all happy and blooming and now you are just quiet and with a straight face.

They also noticed how Pablo stopped coming. You weren't hanging out anymore. You weren't talking about him.

They didn't question you, thinking it was a normal friends fight, we all go through that, your father said.

But your mom noticed something else. You two couldn't be mad for more than two days, and that was exaggerating.

She tried to talk to you, but you just told her that everything was fine and that not all friendships were meant to last.

You focused on your paper, trying to drop your feelings into writing. You don't want to talk about it with anybody else.

You have to present the paper today, it was a closed activity but you were allowed to invite someone.

You invited Pablo, but for obvious reasons, he wasn't going to be there. You didn't invite anybody else. You don't share your writing with no one.

Your classmates pulled amazing papers, some wrote poems, some wrote letters, some wrote about stories, and some wrote about personal things.

"Y/n." The professor calls your name. "Your turn."

You nod, walking over to the stand, about to talk when the sound of the upstairs door called your attention.

You see who it was while adjusting the pages. You feel the cold stopping you. He was there like he promised.

"Miss Y/n, you can start now." The professor smiles. You nod.

"I-." You feel nervous. Looking at him. He smiles and puts his thumbs up, making you let out a little smile. "I wrote a piece. I'm not sure if I should call it a poem, I think it's more like a goodbye letter."

You take a deep breath, nervous to let your thoughts and feelings out.

"I title it,

Footnote."

> You said at the party that I was too drunk. I told you I liked you, you said, "Sober up." But why would I lie? It's so clear I'm in love with you.

After a tense conversation, you like someone else. I say, "If I waited, could that maybe help?" You told me that patience won't change how you felt for me.

So I'll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship. You taught me a lesson, that love isn't precious. It's not like the novels, no Pride and Prejudice at all.

I'll just take a footnote in your life. And you could take my body. Every line I would write for you but a footnote will do.

We ate at a restaurant, and the host said we're cute. They think we're a couple, they bought us some booze, we shared the Moscato and laughed 'cause it's true... to me.

I'd be embarrassed if I weren't so pleased that everyone else sees what you never see. We're perfect together, but I'll never be the one.

Every line I would write would be for you, but a footnote in your life will do for me <

You stopped. The class clapped. You turn to see him, glossy eyes and a sad look. "Thank you."

You grab your things and exit the upstairs door of the class. Not feeling like being in the same place as him.

"Y/n, wait."

"Pablo, let's not do this more difficult." You turn. You don't want to cry in front of him again. "Thank you for coming, but you can leave."

"We need to talk."

"No, Pablo." You shake your head. "We already talked things. If you wouldn't come today and heard that you wouldn't have called."

He knows what you say it's true. He didn't even pick up the phone to check on you or to try to make things better.

"I just need time to mourn our friendship." You sigh. "I love you, and you will always be welcome at my house. You will always have me as a friend, as a support, as a shoulder to cry."

"Preciosa, please."

"But right now, I think it is best for us to be apart. I love you, bye."

"Love you too." He whispers.

You walk to your car, trying not to cry while driving. When you get home, you find your mother talking over the phone.

She noticed your tears and excused herself, running to you. "Baby, are you okay?"

You shake your head, throwing yourself into her arms, crying your feelings to her. She walks you to the couch, letting you cry yourself.

You tell her what happened, the kiss, the next months, and how you confused your feelings over Pablo. How he told you he liked someone else and even told you that time won't make him change his opinion.

"I lost him."

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polish love - pablo gavi

summary: gavi and you have been seeing each other for a while, but only now does he realize your not Spanish but Polish!

genre: fluff

a/n: for a dear Polish friend of mine!💗 Hope you like it🌟😘

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„Mamo, nie teraz! Jestem teraz zajęty…“ („Mom not now! I‘m busy…”) You said quite a bit embarrassed, sitting alone in a coffee shop waiting for Gavi.

The footballer and you had been seeing each other for the past few weeks, going on cute little dates every now and then.

At first, you met Gavi through mutual friends, hanging out in groups at each other’s homes. Over time you felt closer to the number six, sharing glances and little inside jokes while your other friends did not seem to notice how you two grew closer.

Now, on a gloomy Wednesday afternoon, you sat in a quiet corner of a local cafe, waiting for the footballer to arrive.

„Ah! Jesteś na randce z uroczym Hiszpanem! Jak on ma na imię? Paul? -“ („Ah! You’re on a date with that cute Spanish guy! What’s his name again? Paul? -“) Your cheeks grew bright red, your eyes widened when you heard your Mom‘s words. You loved her endlessly but she could be shameless when it came to a boy.

„Ma na imię Pablo. Ale o co właściwie chciałeś mnie zapytać?“ („His name is Pablo. But what did you want to ask me again?“)

You tried to switch the topic, feeling a bit too embarrassed to talk about boys with your mom.

„Potrzebuję dowodu tożsamości, aby zarejestrować się w firmie ubezpieczeniowej.“ („I need your identity card to register you with the insurance company.“)

You furrowed your eyebrows, laughing slightly at the random question. After fumbling around in your bag you found the card, ready to send it to her.

What you didn’t realize, Gavi just walked inside, immediately smiling once he saw you sit there.

Though his smile quickly changed into confusion as he heard you talk (for him) gibberish.

„Wyślę ci zdjęcie.“ („I‘ll send you a picture.“) You felt someone walk up beside you, and when you realized it was the footballer you had a crush on, you gave him a soft smile.

„Porozmawiamy później.“ („I‘ll talk to you later.“) Rushed, you hung up, greeting Gavi with a wide smile. He gave you a warm hug, pecking your checks twice. You felt your face heat up and tried to play it off by putting your phone away.

„What was that?“ He grinned, curious about what you were saying just moments ago.

„Oh I was on a call with my mom.“

Baffled he looked at you, making you feel a bit confused.

„Wait so you’re not Spanish?!“ Gavi asked astonished as you shook your head with a grin.

„No actually. My parents are from Poland but we moved here when I was little.“ You explained. You never actually told him, it just never came to that topic so you understood why he was surprised.

„I didn’t know that! That‘s cool though.“

That’s how you immersed in stories of your childhood from Poland, telling him how beautiful and versatile the country was which you moved away from at the age of eight.

„And at home you still only speak Polish?“ It was cute how much Gavi was interested in your origins, it made your stomach flutter when you just thought about it.

„I try to encourage my parents to speak Spanish with me because they always complain theirs isn’t as good as my Spanish, but they answer me in Polish. It‘s bit of a mix.“ You giggled, remembering the cocktail of different languages spoken at home.

„Teach me something.“ He spoke softly, the afternoon sun shining perfectly onto his face, making it hard for you to stay concentrated and not get lost in his eyes.

„Hmm, what do you want me to say?“ You asked, leaning your chin onto the palm of your hand, tilting your head a bit, giving him a small smile.

„How about… I like spending time with you?“ You laughed at his attempt to flirt, his and your laughter resonated through the small cafe, making curious heads turn around.

The vibe between you two became a bit more flirtatious over the last couple of meetings, but both of you were so awkward sometimes that a laugh slipped through once or twice. But, this just made the situation a lot more wholesome, right?

„Lubię spędzać z tobą czas.“ („I like spending time with you.“)

More laughter resonated through the cafe when Gavi looked at you with wide eyes, but tried nevertheless. It took him quite some time to get the pronounciation right, but with laughter and giggles he made it work.

„It sounds so cool, are you kidding me.“ He patted his shoulder proudly as if it didn’t take him at least ten minutes to learn.

„Okay hear me out. I‘m serious, lubię spędzać z tobą czas.“ (I like spending time with you.“) Gavi said more serious, his eyes glistening with affection.

Your cheeks heat up for the nth time this afternoon, but you didn’t hide it this time.

„ja też.“ („Me too.“) You smiled, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Gavi and you decided to slowly head back home as both of you had a tight schedule the next day.

„I go to the bathroom real quick.“ He announced once you two stood up and gave your temple a quick kiss before disappearing in the bathroom. You bit your lip, not believing any of this was real. You hoped in the end everything would work out as you really started to like the midfielder.

The sun was already setting outside once Gavi came back. You two started walking in comfortable silence, enjoying the mild breeze coming from the sea.

It already happened once or twice, your finger brushing against Gavi‘s, your eyes shyly meeting when it happened. The third time it happened, Gavi finally decided to interlock his fingers with yours, giving you a quick glance to see if you were okay with it.

With fingers intertwined, he walked you back home while exchanged quick little anecdotes and already planning the next date.

„That was a really nice cafe you chose for today. I loved it.“ You said once you stood opposite him in front of your porch.

„You choose the next place, okay?“

It felt like time slowed down, Gavi standing there with his hand in yours looking into your eyes while you felt your heart beating in your chest .

Gavi came closer, his hand moving some hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear and cupped your cheek.

„Czy mogę cię pocałować?“ („Can I kiss you?“) He spoke not above a whisper, eyes moving from your yours to your lips.

Without answering you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss.

Everything in that moment was perfect, the sunset, the kiss and Gavi.

You two broke apart with a smile, him still holding your waist.

„How did you learn Polish so fast?“ You laughed, hiding your face in his shoulder.

„I may or may not have gone to the bathroom to learn this sentence by heart?“ He said with a smile, making you laugh even more.

„How do you say I really like you and want to kiss you again?“ Gavi asked, still having both of his arms around your body, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

„Kiss me first, then I‘ll tell you.“ You grinned slyly, already feeling his lips on yours again.

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Returning Home - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: send me some requests!

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

summary: your visit home takes an interesting turn.

You find yourself at the edge of your childhood town, where the houses are smaller, and the roads are narrower. The memories you buried resurface with each step you take down the familiar streets. Your parents have moved away, but you’re back to help with selling the old house. It’s been years since you were last here, and everything looks both familiar and alien.

You didn’t expect to feel so much, and the emotions that swirl inside you are a complex blend of nostalgia and regret. You wonder how much Pablo has changed since you last saw him. Your heart tightens at the thought of him, your childhood best friend, your almost-love.

The door to your old house creaks open, and a flood of memories rushes in. You recall the countless hours spent playing in the backyard, the late-night conversations, and the moments of unspoken affection that you and Pablo shared. You remember the summer evenings when the two of you would sit on the porch, your shoulders brushing against each other, the air filled with the scent of blooming jasmine and the sound of crickets.

Back then, you didn’t need words to communicate. A glance, a touch, a smile were enough. You both knew what the other was thinking. But as you grew older, the unspoken bond became more complicated. Pablo started to avoid you, his laughter no longer a constant presence in your life. The day he introduced his girlfriend, Sofia, was the day you felt a piece of your heart crumble.

You hear a knock on the door, and your heart skips a beat. It’s Mrs. Ramirez from next door, holding a plate of cookies like she always used to. She’s aged, but her smile is as warm as ever.

“Welcome back, dear. I saw the lights on and thought I’d bring you some of my famous cookies,” she says.

“Thank you, Mrs. Ramirez. It’s good to be back, even if just for a while,” you reply, taking the plate from her.

She nods, her eyes softening. “You know, Pablo still asks about you whenever he’s in town. He’s in town for the summer break.”

Your heart races at the mention of his name. “Oh, really? How is he?”

She smiles knowingly. “Why don’t you find out for yourself? He’s helping with the football clinic at the high school.”

You thank her and close the door, leaning against it. The thought of seeing Pablo again fills you with a mixture of excitement and dread. You decide to go to the high school, unable to resist the pull of your past.

The high school football field is bustling with activity, just like it always was during the summer. You spot Pablo almost immediately. He’s taller, more muscular, and his once-boyish face now has the chiseled features of a man. But his eyes are the same, warm and inviting, and when they meet yours, you see a flicker of recognition and something more.

“Hey,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Hey,” he replies, a smile spreading across his face. “It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it has. How have you been?”

“Good, good. Just busy with football and trying to give back to the community when I can. What about you?”

You both exchange the usual pleasantries, but there’s an undercurrent of tension, a thousand unspoken words hanging between you. The conversation lulls, and you both stand there, unsure of what to say next.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” Pablo asks suddenly.

You nod, and the two of you leave the bustling field behind. The streets are quieter now, the sun casting long shadows as it begins to set. You walk in silence for a while, the comfortable silence that once defined your friendship.

“I missed you,” Pablo says finally, breaking the silence.

You stop, turning to face him. “I missed you too. Why did you pull away?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I was scared. Scared of what I felt for you. Sofia was...a distraction, a way to try and forget.”

“Did it work?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper.

“No,” he admits, looking down. “I thought it would, but it didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I couldn’t stop wishing things were different.”

You reach out, touching his arm gently. “Pablo, I felt the same way. But I was scared too. I thought you didn’t want me.”

He looks up, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and hope. “I always wanted you. I still do.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past lifting from your shoulders. “So, what now?”

“Now,” he says, taking your hand in his, “we start over. We don’t have to be scared anymore.”

The walk continues, but this time, your hands are intertwined. You talk about everything and nothing, catching up on the years you lost. There’s an ease between you, a sense of rightness that neither of you can deny.

Over the next few days, you and Pablo spend more time together, rediscovering the bond that once defined your lives. It’s as if no time has passed, and yet everything has changed. You visit old haunts, laugh over shared memories, and talk about your hopes and dreams. The connection that was once so fragile now feels unbreakable.

One evening, as the sun sets, you find yourselves back on the porch of your old house. The air is filled with the scent of jasmine, and the crickets are singing their familiar song. Pablo turns to you, his eyes reflecting the fading light.

“I’ve never stopped loving you,” he says softly. “And I don’t want to spend another day without you.”

Tears fill your eyes as you reach for his hand. “I love you too, Pablo. I always have.”

He leans in, and the kiss is tender, filled with years of longing and unspoken words. It’s a promise of a future together, a future that both of you are ready to embrace.

As the days turn into weeks, you and Pablo become inseparable once more. The town, with its narrow streets and small houses, becomes a place of new beginnings rather than old regrets. You find a job at a local gallery, and Pablo continues his football career, traveling for games but always returning home to you. Together, you build a life that’s filled with love, laughter, and the kind of happiness that only comes from being with the person you were meant to be with.

One evening, after one of Pablo's games, you find yourselves back at your place, the excitement of his victory still buzzing in the air. You’re on the couch, wrapped in each other’s arms, sharing little kisses, unable to stop now that you have each other. The TV is on in the background, but neither of you is paying attention. All that matters is this moment, the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his lips on your skin.

“I don’t ever want to let you go,” Pablo murmurs, his voice husky with emotion.

“Then don’t,” you whisper back, your fingers tracing the lines of his face. “We’ve wasted enough time already.”

He smiles, pulling you closer. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, feeling the truth of the words deep in your heart.

As the night wears on, you and Pablo continue to hold each other, the unspoken promises of a future together hanging in the air. You know that there will be challenges ahead, with his demanding career and the complexities of life, but for now, in this moment, everything is perfect.

You drift off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of all the possibilities that lie ahead. And as you wake up the next morning, sunlight streaming through the windows, you know that you’ve finally found your way back to each other, and nothing will ever come between you again.

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐙𝐎𝐍𝐄 – GAVI

summary. fighting for the top spot of your class is hard when the boy next door is set on beating you at everything.

warnings. academic rival!gavi,f!oral, academic exhaustion, & various mentions of golf.

a/n. finally getting to my follower bash lol golf vocabulary

you sighed in frustration as you failed to solve the equation, again. the work on your notebook staring back at you as if to make fun of you. you stand up from your desk immediately wincing at the pain of having your foot asleep for hours. you’d think you’d be used to it by now due to how many hours you spent seated daily.

a faint knock is heard from outside your door. you limp as you walk towards the door to open it. your dad awaits you on the other side — the other side of the door separating you from society — with an awkward smile. he hated seeing you like this, overworked that is, he always offered to hire a tutor but you always refused. you were privileged, always having the money to advance your studies but you insisted on doing everything yourself after all you wouldn’t have tutors with you at your future job.

“you know i could always ask mr. páez?” he suggests hoping to finally have you rest.

your eyes go wide at his suggestion. your father had surely gone insane. you couldn’t believe he was suggesting having gavi help you. the one thing standing between you and the first rank of your class was the sevillian. the two of you being tied for the last two years, you couldn’t let him know you were struggling with such a simple problem.

“and lose my dignity? no. i probably did something wrong when solving i’ll figure it out.” you paced around the room.

“alright. don’t stress yourself out. you can always ask your professor for help.” he sighs as he heads to his room.

except you couldn’t. you had something to prove and you would do it yourself even if it cost you your friends and social life. most especially you couldn’t lose your number one spot to gavi of all people. growing up with him had been a nightmare to your dad and his parents. the two of you constantly tried to one up each other in every subject, including sports. his parents spending endless amounts of money making sure he’d get a spot on the spanish team like he wished all his life and your father despite being a single one always made sure you were up to lessons in golf.

gavi would score a hat trick one day and the next you’d score an eagle. the day he made the real betis academy he didn’t even celebrate knowing you’d somehow find a way to surpass his achievement. and you did scoring private lessons with annika sörenstam. it also didn’t help that your parents were close friends always spending time with each other — analyzing each others weaknesses and strengths — it was an exhausting predicament. you didn’t even understand why he wanted the number one spot he already had his dream as professional football player secured.

you spent the next two hours revising your notes trying to remember how to solve a simple equation. reviewing your own work you realized you had forgotten to square root a number and instead of feeling accomplished when you turned in your assignment all you felt was embarrassment. specifically when you noticed gavi had turned in the assignment hours earlier. you could’ve cried in that moment but instead you changed into your workout clothes and grabbed yours clubs immediately heading towards the neighborhood’s driving range.

it was usually closed during this time of day but you were one of the few allowed to use it whenever you wanted. the owner of the country club along with the rest of the neighborhood expected you to make your LPGA tour debut sometime this year and thus let you use the range at any time of the day. the driving range was the only time you found peace these days. your father had expected you to outgrow the sport that eventually the pressure would get to you but it was the opposite. the sport brought you peace.

the sound of your iron hitting the ball over and over again was music to your ears. you stared as the pathway of each ball was straighter than the previous one. the faint light that illuminated the end of the driving range allowing you to see how far the balls landed. you were about to switch to your driver when the sound of leaves rustling interrupts your nightly routine. you ignore it at first thinking it’s probably just squirrels but then the faint noise turns into footsteps.

you clutch your driver scared as to what is hiding amongst the darkness. a figure emerges from the other end of the driving range and you’re about to yell for help when you recognize the gray nike tech they’re wearing. of course he was awake as well and that’s when you remember the football field is on the other side of the range. you thought it was funny how the two of you would always find time for your sports.

“do you ever sleep?” he’s the first one to break the awkward silence between the two of you.

“if i did you’d be ranked first.” you reply curtly before swinging your driver aiming your ball even further than before.

“you know some of your balls end up on my field.” he changes the subject.

“how do you know they’re mine?” you place your driver into your bag and take off your glove. you could relax for a few minutes. at least while the brunette bothered you.

“you’re the only one capable of swinging them that far.” he shrugs.

it was true. your competitiveness had allowed you to find motivation every time you swung any of your clubs. it also didn’t help that your dad would take you to the PGA Tour Championship every year and you always wanted to swing the ball like tiger woods or rory mcilroy. you were truly a nightmare for your trainers and your father never wanting to leave the course before seven pm.

“why are you here gavi?” you turn around to face him. he looked like you, tired and stressed. his eye bags almost as dark as yours. his hair messy but it fit him in a way. you realized he was probably running drills since he had an away game with the academy this weekend.

“how do you do it?” he steps closer analyzing you. he takes his hoodie off in the practice allowing for the dimly lit street light to shine on his hair. “how do you deal with all the pressure?”

there had only been one previous conversation between the two of you where you forgot about your stupid rivalry and helped each other out. it had unfortunately led to a very awkward kiss between the two of you. a kiss that hadn’t been brought up sense and placed into the back of your mind.

“i don’t. it’s literally two in the morning and i’m practicing my swing.” you let out a deep breath. “you?”

“used to have been able to calm myself down with gummies but they don’t work for me anymore.” he places his hands into his pockets suddenly embarrassed at his oversharing. “been trying to find another way to ground myself but even football can’t do that for me right now.”

there’s a loud silence between the two of you. his suddenly burst of oversharing breaking boundaries that had been pre-established between you and him. you barely notice the way he gets closer to you almost as if you let him get near you.

“gavi no offense but why are you telling me all this?” you say with valid points as the brunette had never once tried to make an effort to talk to you before.

there’s a long pause between your question and his answer. he debates on whether he should he completely honest with you or to compress his feelings for even no longer.

“because i hate the way everyone just likes you and the way you sailed through school and can work for hours on end without getting tired and the fact that you just did work for two days straight and still look perfect, because you always do-“ his eyes go wide at how much he’s confessed already. “it’s not fair that you can just be relaxed after all th-”

“sailed? sailed?!” you simply stared at him with disbelief. “gavi i worked my ass off to get to where i am today. my dad didn’t pay for me to have advantages, i didn’t get everything handed to me on a silver platter, i did it on my own. do you realize how many hours i spend daily on my work? on making sure you don’t take away my spot?” your voice roars through the empty driving range.

“i didn’t-”

“no. let me finish gavi.” you continue your rant. “also it’s not fair that i can be relaxed? you think this is relaxing? swinging golf balls at two in the morning? you’re an unbelievable conceited prick. you don’t even need the number one spot anyways you have a guaranteed spot for club and country. you’re set for life?!” you stare at him with utter disgust.

“you’re set for life too? your dad literally owns the biggest food provider in sevilla you’re guaranteed a job at his company.” he fights back. “you’re nothing but a brat.”

he drives you against the hard cold wall of the concessions stand with each harsh word he says. his insults grow harsher but you hardly pay attention the veins in his neck gaining your attention with every hateful word he says. maybe it’s the lack of sleep or vitamins in your body but you suddenly forget he’s the guy separating you from achieving your lifelong dream of disassociating yourself from your dad’s company.

he notices your thoughtful glare as he continues on and on with his rant without any interruption from you. your eyes digging into his in a way they never have. his hand creeping too close to your face and not to harm you but rather to just feel your warm cheeks against his palm. the two of you get lost in each other’s stress and pain. his lips finding their way to yours in a dominant kiss.

it’s embarrassing for the two of you just how quickly you forget about your hatred for each other. maybe you’d go back to despising each other for pursuing each others dreams after the kiss but right now you could only find a stress reliever in each other. his lips are soft but harsh on yours. you’re not looking for a sweet moment but rather a quick and dominant one to forget about your current problems. many groans leave your lips as he makes his way from your lips to your neck.

he’s careful not to leave any marks but he attacks your neck in a pleasuring way. his hands digging into your hips as you adjust your neck to give him more access. he carefully unzips your jacket careful to not damage it. he’s not sure if it’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in months but as soon as he sees your laced bra something shifts in his mind. his kisses trail down from your neck to the valley of your breasts. this time he sucks above your right breast intentionally leaving a mark.

he looks up to your pleading eyes. he knows your look. so he gets to the point, kneeling down, and with your leg on his shoulder. he drags his hand up teasingly until his fingers are practically teasing your core. your panties ruined from your wetness he quickly pulls them down immediately stuffing them into his pocket.

“can i?” he asks one more time to confirm.

“mhm.” is all you can afford to moan.

“i need words princess.”

“fuck. yes gavi.” you groan.

he starts slowly kissing your thighs up to your aching core. his fingers digging into your thighs to spread them apart more to give him full access. you audibly moan as his tongue makes contact with your folds. your hands digging into his hair pulling on it the more he licks. his tongue moving from your folds to your hole causing you to lose balance at the pleasure. but luckily he’s there to keep your balance. you can’t help yourself from grinding into his face his nose beginning to come in contact with your core.

he continues licking you for a little before bringing his finger to your core teasing you with it. he drags it up and down your thigh and above your core just to tease you.

“do you want my fingers?” he asks with a sly smirk.

“yes. fuck.” you lean your head backwards.

he slides his finger through your folds lubricating it with your wetness before bringing it to your hole slowly inserting it. he groans at sight of you clenching around his finger. he pumps his finger in and out before adding his tongue again. the two of them providing a mind blowing experience for you. he manages to hit the spot with his finger curling his finger to reach an unexplainable amount of pleasure.

“c’mon baby. let all that stress out.” he moans as he puts in a second finger. it’s almost embarrassing the way you melt into his touch.

you don’t realize that gavi finds this intimate moment just as pleasurable as you do. the way your leg wraps around his shoulder, the way your fingers grip his hair, and your high pitched moans all sent shockwaves down his body. he wasn’t going to admit but all his previous sexual experiences consisted of jerking himself off to some random chick on the internet. this didn’t even compare to the real thing. having you tremble under his touch was intoxicating.

he starts feeling you shake under him realizing you’re close to achieving your high. all you need is one final push. he adds a third finger and sucks at your folds like a mad man. the knot that had formed in your stomach breaking loose as you cum all over his face. your hand holding his tightly as you reach your orgasm. he licks you slowly as you come down from your high. eventually finding the willpower to step away from you.

you bring him towards you kissing him. his lips tender and full of your juices you can practically taste yourself. his hand wrapping around the back of your head to bring you closer to him to deepen the kiss. the two of you briefly forgetting that tomorrow you’ll be back at each others throat. his brown eyes bore into yours and somehow you think you’ve found a comfort zone where you can relieve your stress.

[not-magdi]

The one bed trope

Summary: Having to share a bed with your best friend because what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

A/N

I didn't do any proofreading because it's way too late for my brain to function so apologies for any mistakes I made.

Between playing for the national team and having to be back in Barcelona, the players got a few days off to recover a bit. And since many barça players also played for Spain, they decided to rent a house and enjoy their little holiday together. 

A few players had their partners with them, wanting to spend the little time they had together.  

Normally, only girlfriends were allowed on these little get-togethers well, there is one exception. 

The one and only Y/N Y/L/N, best friend and obvious secret crush of Pablo Gavi. The two of them met when Pablo threw a ball at Y/N's face and laughed at her as she started crying.  

After his parents forced him to apologize to her, the two of them became friends. She started to attend his football games, and he helped her learn for her tests. 

Y/N was the first he came to when a game didn't go like he wanted it to, the only one who could calm him down after his temper got the best of him. 

Pablo protected Y/N with everything he had. A boy treated her badly? Ohh, believe me, Pablo had his head. She called him crying because school stressed her? That boy came running to her house at lightspeed. 

 Nothing and nobody could separate these two, they always tried to do as much as they could together. So her going on holiday with him was no surprise. 

The Sevillian is currently driving to the airport to pick Y/N up, she is arriving a day later as she could get time off sooner. 

Waiting at the arrival hall, a smile grew on his face as he saw Y/N's bright orange hoodie she stole from him and worn religiously for the past 12 years. The ends were starting to frizz and the color was not nearly what it used to be. 

A slap on the back of his head rips him out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly he sees the orange hoodie standing before him. 

"You back in the real world again?" 

"Y-yeah sorry, I'm still a bit tired" Scratching the back of his neck out of embarrassment he answers. 

Accepting his answer Y/N engulfs Pablo in a tight hug, hiding her face into his neck. Happy to be back together with her Pablito again. 

"I missed you Pablo-Bear" she mumbles into his neck, tightening her arms around him. 

"Mhm, missed you too you big teddy" 

Pablo hoped Y/N couldn't feel how his heart was nearly beating out of his chest, and how his cheeks were the same color as cherries.

After they were done hugging for about five minutes he grabbed her suitcase and basically dragged her to his car. 

"Woah Pablo slow down, nobody is chasing us!" 

"I know but I can't wait for you to see the house, it's so beautiful" 

Laughing Y/N lets herself be dragged to the car, the touch of Pablo's hand against hers hot on her skin. 

They arrived at the house after a short drive, Y/n being completely mesmerized by the beauty of the house, nearly running into a plant pot while staring at one of the big windows. 

After greeting everybody, Y/N decided to unpack her things. Following Pablo up to her room she walks in behind him. Confused Y/N looks around the room, seeing clothes scattered around the room. 

" Pablo ... am I sharing with someone?"

"Y-yeah um funny story actually ... you're kind of sharing with me"

"O-oh um ok, yeah sure no problem ... but are we sharing a bed too?"

"No! ... well yes! Umm o-only if you want w-we don't have to ... I can totally sleep on the couch if you want"

"N-no ... no problem at all, I mean it's not the first time we sleep in the same bed right?"

It would be the same right?

Well, nothing much changed since then, only the way Y/N's heart jumps every time his brown eyes look at her, or how her stomach feels all warm and fuzzy when she sees his beautiful smile, and the way his eyes shine while he does it.

But hey what could possibly go wrong? 

Well after unpacking and meeting everybody at the pool they discussed what they wanted to do for the week. The whole time she could feel Pablo's eyes on her, tracing every move she made.

Now they were all sitting on the outside lounge letting a peaceful day come to an end.

After yawning for the tenth time Y/N decides to call it a day, waking the sound-asleep Pablo who is cuddled up to her she bids the whole group goodbye taking the sleepy boy with her.

Arriving at their room Pablo immediately flops down onto the mattress.

"Pablo come on you need to change you can't sleep in jeans"

"Hmpf nooo let me sleep in peace"

Climbing into the bed next to him she cuddles herself into the blanket. After she feels the bed dip behind her she turns around, only to be met with Pablo already looking at her.

"Goodnight Pablito"

"Night Y/N, sleep well"

Minutes turned into hours and Y/N was still tossing around, not able to fall asleep. Little did she know that on the other side, Pablo had the same problem as her.

Suddenly she feels two arms wrap around her, tightening around her waist.

"I know you're asleep right now and I hope you can't hear me right now but I just wanted to tell you that you have no idea how much you mean to me and that I hope that one day I have the courage to actually tell you how much I love you and not in a friend way. I know you probably don't feel the same but I just have to get that off my chest. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to look you in the eyes anymore."

"Don't worry your secret's safe with me"

"Fuck you're awake ... Y/N I'm so sorry please forget what I said. I don't want to lose you over t-"

Shutting him up with a kiss on his plump lips she leans over wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You have no idea how long I've waited for you to say this"

"S-so you f-feel the same?"

"Yes, I really really like you too"

Kissing her again the two of them fall asleep together, Pablo having Y/N in his arms, the same since they were kids.

Or was it the same?

No, it was way better this time <3

[pablitogavii]

Can you write something angsty and smuttywith Gavi, having a hard time because of the alc, thinking that reader will want to leave him because he’s no longer doing football but she reassures him ? Thanksss

Be mine

Some months after the injury, Pablo really got into a depressive state and the two of you broke up. He said he wasn't giving you what he deserve and wanted you to keep going without him.

Restless nights, tears and screaming followed as you begged him not to do all of this. You knew he loved you, but you also stopped recognizing this boy as your Pablo.

There was no more smile, laughs and positivity in his life. You understood what he was going through and wanted to stay besides him but when he asked you to leave, that's all you could do.

After three months, you were finally sleeping again and didn't cry at least once a day. You had to keep living and despite missing him more every day, you decided to give your dating life a chance again.

angel: can't wait to see you!

you: me too :)

After replying you looked through your wardrobe for an outfit internally thanking yourself for packing away Gavi's jerseys into a box so you don't see them. It was a hard day but it helped you be able to move on somehow.

You called Mikky to show her your options and she was currently on the call glad to see you finally smiling again.

"Is he a nice guy, or should I get the boys to fix him up for you???" she said and you smiled knowing he talked about players who were still your closest friends. They were all disappointed when they heard about the breakup.

"He's sweet. We don't know each other that well" you say putting on the jewelry feeling a lump in your throat wondering if you're making a big mistake. But then you reminded yourself that Pablo wanted you to leave ... and you had to move on.

"I'm glad you're in this place now girl, it warms my heart to see your smile again" she said and you smiled nodding your head and refocusing on getting ready for your date.

Meanwhile Frenkie, Pedri and Balde went to visit Pablo at home where he lived in complete chaos. His parents traveled back home for some work and he was in even worse state than before.

"Y/n's going on a date tonight ..." Frenkie said and everyone gave him a stern look. But he had something in mind ... he knew Pablo still loved you and he needed to snap out of all of it.

"Frenkie!" Pedri said and Pablo looked at him with terrified face

"He needs to hear the truth! You broke up with a love of your life who wanted to be there fore you! You're a fool Gavi!" Frenkie said and Pablo was gulping fighting back tears.

"This isn't helping him hermano ..." Balde said when pablo went to the bathroom not wanting to cry in front of the boys.

"This is the only thing that can help him" Frenkie said.

Meanwhile Pablo opened instagram only to find your new post ...it was true ...he messed it all up ...you're not his anymore.

y.n.bebe

Barcelona, Spain

Date night 🍷

comentarios:

mikkykiemeney: beautiful 😍

y.n.bebe: 💗💗💗

gavibaby: i can't get over that it's not with gavi 😨

pablitoo: she belongs with gaviiii😍

y.n.fanss: they are no longer together so respect her!

pedri: miss you hermanita!

y.n.bebe: miss you!!!

ansufati: we need to hang out soon!

y.n.bebe: yesss!!!

barcafans: everyone loves y/n!!!

y.n.bebe: siempre cule!

Pablo couldn't get comfortable to sleep that night. All he could think about is where you were, who you were with, and weather you were safe ... he just wanted you safe in his arms right now.

The whole dinner you were bored ...the guy was trying really hard ...but you couldn't help think of the first date you had with Gavi ...the way you looked at each other ...the butterflies in your stomach.

Just then the last thing you expected happened, your phone rang and you saw Pablo's message on the screen. You froze. His name on your screen was a nice memory.

pablitooo: please come over. i need you. it's important.

you: On my way

You excused yourself taking an Uber and giving them Pablo's address. You were so nervous praying that he was fine no matter what. The first thought is that he fell and got more hurt.

You knocked and Pablo slowly walked towards the door feeling sweaty and nervous. He was gonna see you first time since few months. He slowly opened reveling your worried eyes.

"Thank God you're fine" was all you said and he smiled remembering how panicked you used to be whenever he would get hurt especially since the surgery. He missed that.

"Please come in preciosa ..." Pablo said and you felt a shiver move down your spine, that nickname.

"Would you like coffee or tea? I still have your black tea." he said and you said it was fine because you didn't want him to stand on that leg knowing he must still be in pain.

"You look beautiful tonight ... and always" he said and you blushed. God why was Gavi flirting with you now. It drove you mad as usual.

"I had a date ..." you said seeing his eyes drop. It was hurting him but you wanted to see if he even cared anymore.

"I know ... Frenkie told me today" he said after gulping heavily

"Of course he did. What did you want?" you say trying to keep guard because after giving up on you he really did hurt you. It was obvious tho that he still and always will own your heart ... after all you were at his house now.

"I wanted to take you away from him. I couldn't handle it preciosa. I'm sorry." he said and you appreciated that he was honest. You knew it was the truth because you knew he still loved you too.

"You calling me preciosa ..." you say and he interrupted

"I'm sorry" he said quietly

"I missed it" you said and it was a grand surprise for him.

"I don't deserve you ..." he said turning around and you sigh getting up and walking to him sitting down on his lap making sure it's on his healthy leg.

"Are you pushing me away again Pablito ..." you say running your fingers through his hair and he looked up at you with tearful eyes.

"Besame ..." you whisper and he sighs staring at your lips longingly.

"I'm broken preciosa ... and broken people break others" he was crying now and you were caressing his face resting your forehead against his.

"I'm broken without you ..." you were crying too now and he held your face drying off your tears and finally done what he should have done the first moment he saw you again. His lips were dancing with yours as everything suddenly stopped and you were each others whole world.

"Be mine ...please be mine again" he was gasping into your mouth and you smiled nodding fast and continuing to kiss him repeatedly feeling hungry and desperate.

pablogavi

Be mine?

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y.n.bebe: always yours 😍😍😍

gavi.y.n.fans: YES! YES! YES!

gavii: finally my heart is whole!!!

mikkykiemeney: OMG😍😍😍

y.n.bebe: hehehe🥺🥺🥺

frenkiedejong: finally hermano!

pablogavi: thank you hermano❤️❤️

pedri:❤️❤️❤️

alejandrobalde: parentsss

y.n.bebe: favorite son😂😂😂

ansufati: amigaaa mia i love you with my best friend!!!

y.n.bebe: love you amigooo!!!

y.n.bebe

I belong with him 💗💗💗

comentarios:

pablogavi: amorrr preciosa miaaa❤️❤️

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[ts1m1kas]

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[corriganatheart]

Never Enough Pt. I (Jude Bellingham x Reader x Hector Fort)

You stare up at the billboard above you. It was the new Adidas campaign starring one of the biggest uprising football player. Your friend weren’t lying when they said that your ex boyfriend was everywhere. From being in Vogue magazine to being the youngest player to score for England in the World Cup. He was everywhere.

You looked back down and pull out your phone. There are two messages from your best friend and three missed calls from Hector. You sighed and clicked on his contact. You should’ve known to keep your ringtone on because he was always calling to check on you. And recently he has become very protective of you after it was revealed that your ex boyfriend was engaged to the daughter of the wealthiest man in Spain.

“Hey Y/N do I need to hunt you down?” He threatens after the first ring.

You rolled your eyes, “Hector is there anyway to speak to your elders?”

You hear him muttered something impolite, “cut the crap you’re only three years older than me.”

“That’s still three years of experience before you. Don’t you have anything better to do than annoy me?” You asked.

You hear a garage door opening in the background indicating that Hector just got home from practice.

“Whatever. I ordered dinner for us can you pick it up on your way home?” He asked, basically demanding.

You looked back up at the billboard and turned towards the employee parking lot. “Sure I’ll be home in about an hour.”

Hector says bye and hangs up. Typically teenager.

As you drive to the restaurant, you think of the last few years. It has been three years since you moved to Barcelona and you’re a month from graduating college. Life has been good to you but you always missed home. Sometimes you regret moving away from England, but you would’ve never moved on properly from him if you stayed there.

Now that three years has passed, it didn’t matter that he was now in Spain, you have left those feelings in the past and is now looking forward to your career as a journalist.

“Took you long enough,” was the first thing that you heard when you walked through the door.

Hector was sitting in the living room in a white t shirt and black shorts. His black locks is still dammed and he smelled like fresh cologne. “Sorry, I had to stop by to get us these drinks,” you shrugged.

He smirks, “how was the interview?”

You bite your lower lips, “it went well, I got hired.”

Hector hums and makes his way towards you. He grabs the take out bags out of your hand and walks to the kitchen. “My mother is going crazy about your graduation. She has already hired party planners.”

You scrunched your head, “oh gosh, I knew I should’ve waited to tell her.”

He chuckles and starts laying out the food from your favorite Chinese restaurant. “Actually I think it’s a brilliant idea. Get you to go out more.”

The idea of loud music and dancing till five in the morning has never worked well with you. But Hector’s family always throws lavish parties for special occasions. For Hector’s 18th birthday, you remember the unlimited amount of alcohol in the cruise ship. The whole trip cost more than your salary of two years.

You watch as Hector moves around the kitchen. He was no longer the five year old kid that you met when you were eight. His family is a mutual friend, and your father would take you to stay with them when school was out. Overtime, he became a little brother to you, and the two of you were practically inseparable.

You were thankful for his family to say the least. After graduating from high school, and breaking up with your boyfriend, you made the decision to attend college in Spain. His family invited you to stay with them, and at that time Hector was only fifteen but was already training under FC Barcelona. When he turned seventeen, his parents moved to a different city, leaving the two of you to be roommates.

“Why didn’t you invite Gavi or Pedri this time?” You asked while looking at the amount of food on the kitchen island.

Hector glares at you, “Why? Just so they can hit on you?”

You rolled your eyes, “you know they’re just joking right?”

This time it was him who does the eye rolling. “You are always oblivious Y/N. We aren’t kids anymore and for your information Pedri is the same age as you.”

You cross your arms and tilt your head. Hector has been more and more agitated with you lately and you aren’t sure why.

“Did something happen?” You asked.

He sighs and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m 18 now,” he mumbles.

You nodded.

He glances at you and shakes his head. “It’s nothing. Come on let’s eat before the food gets cold.”

You stare up at the ceiling, contemplating on whether to do it or not. The news were out that he was engaged. And you heard whispers down the street about his age and how young he was. People were saying that he will end up ruining his career over this.

Biting your lips, you download the Instagram app again, and reactivate your account.

Hector has warned you about staying off the internet but now that three years has passed and you’re finally heal, this would be the perfect opportunity to start over.

You smile when you see your account pops up. It was still private with only three hundred followers. They were all family and friends.

You look through your following list. He was no longer following you and you were no longer following his. The only person closest to him would be Jobe, who somehow still follows you. His account now has a blue check mark.

You smile when you see Hector’s account. He no longer has that one hundred followers but over a million. You were a proud sister.

Scrolling through your feeds brings back memories. People from your high school were now in their respective careers. Some became teachers, nurses, and models. Others were in the same position as you, no post since 2021.

You really didn’t want to make a fool of yourself but there was no harm in checking your exes instagram right? It wasn’t like you were trying to reach out to him or anything. You just wanted a glimpse.

judebellingham

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judebellingham See you in 5 months 💍

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r.jb.5_

Smile if you need help bro

definitely_not_caleb

Nah bro is getting that bag no matter what. RESPECT.

enhyproy

Does anyone think this is all sketchy? Jude loves soccer and there’s no way he would ruin his career by marrying a girl. 🤔

Becca_egh

He definitely got threatened

Ok maybe stalking your ex was a bad idea. His Instagram page has been filled with nothing but his achievements and a single photo that hints his engagement. You don’t see his fiance on any of his posts though.

Sighing you shut your phone and turn off the lamp.

“I saw that you are on Instagram again?” Hector asked while pouring a large amount of gravy on his biscuit.

“Yeah I thought it would be good to reconnect with the world again,” you shrugged.

He hums and handed you a glass of milk. “So does that mean I get to post you and tag you in shit now?”

You frown, not understanding what he means. “I thought you wanted me to have a private life.”

Hector shrugs, “you’re technically my family so there will be times when I’ll post you.”

Thinking about it, you didn’t mind. But you are aware of how crazy his fan girls can get. “As long as you make it clear that I am your family.”

Hector nods, “as you wish princess.”

“Oh by the way, you coming to my game in two days?”

You pull out your phone and check the calendar. “Yeah I am available.”

“Great!” He exclaimed.

You smile and the two of you go into conversations about your graduation party.

hctorforrt_

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hctorforrt_ I got the support on the stand 🤟

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Barcafanpage

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Barcafanpage Wow! After the game last night 18 years old Hector Fort left with a mysterious girl. She was in the VIP stand. Could it be his girlfriend?

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Justme768 pretty sure that’s a family member but I could be wrong 🤷🏻

jhusnj I think he follows her on instagram. @y/nisme

hectorforgirly she’s so pretty omg!!

hello first Bellingham now him😭 we keep losing our menzzz!

coraliltime I went to school with her. She’s Jude Bellingham’s ex girlfriend.

“HECTOR!!!” You screamed while running downstairs. As soon as you woke up this morning. Everyone blew up your phone. From Hector’s mother to former classmates. Everyone was welcoming you back and some was wondering if you were dating Hector.

Although you have known him for years, you knew him before he became very famous. Back then no one cared for the teenager that was still training, and when he finally made his debut, you went into hiding so you were never seen with him. Family and friends knew that you guys are basically brothers and sisters, so this was no news for them. But people that haven’t seen you in years or doesn’t know your relation with him are going crazy over the pictures.

“What is the meaning of this?!” You slammed your phone down.

Hector was in the middle of cooking breakfast when you slammed your phone on the counter so hard you’re sure the camera cracked. “It’s just people being nosy,” he shrugged.

How can he be so calm?

“You do understand that my Instagram is being blown up because of this right?”

Hector shrugs again. “You have it on private so just ignore them.”

You gasped, “people thinks I am your girlfriend and you’re ok with that!!”

Hector winces at your yelling, “it’s better to just let it die down instead of making a fuss about it.”

You wanted nothing more than to smack him in the head. “It doesn’t work like that! Now everyone is going to call me a cougar!”

Hector frowns, “you’re not. You’re only three years older than me, quit treating me like a kid. And don’t you want to be a famous journalist? This is actually going to help spread your name.”

You sighed and shake your head. Hector was right, everyone will forget about it. This wasn’t the first time he was caught up in a dating rumor.

“Fine but if your fan girls starts acting up we are never being seen again!”

“Yeah yeah,” he mumbles. “I do think you should start putting your name out there. Social media is a great way to start a career especially if you want to make money from being a journalist.”

You sat down and Hector handed you a plate of food. He was also right about this. Social media is a great marketing tool. The more you’re known, the more people will support you or talk about you. In the journaling world, it was all about connections. You wanted to start that connection as soon as possible.

“I suppose you’re right,” you sighed.

Hector smiles, and you wonder what scheme he is planning.

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Hey PEEPs! it has been a while. How are you guys doing? My summer vacation is about to end and I wanted to give you guys a gift by writing another series. Jude Bellingham has been a hot topic among the football community lately and his popularity is sky rocketing.

This series is more realistic than the other series that I have written so you can be calm. But I love writing dark romance and adding plot twist but sometimes it so awkward to write Y/N as my main character. So to avoid that, for my next dark romance series, I want to to select one of you to be my female lead. You just need to drop your first name and I will choose a last name. I will also have four ML (FL will only end up with one), and all of them will have different occupation including a soccer player, a kpop idol, a volleyball player, and a mafia member. Be aware that although I chose a celebrity to play that role, it doesn't mean that they have that occupation, it just means that the character looks like them. I am so excited to start another dark romance series. Please list who you think I will cast as my male leads. I look forward to your input!

[gavisfanta]

ALWAYS FOREVER - GAVI

summary: gavi realized that you are the one while you two are at a family gathering.

warnings: none

"Here amor." Gavi leaned towards you and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss as he pulled away again. He grabbed a bouquet of red roses from behind his back and reached them to you.

"This is for you." You smiled sweetly while handing you the flowers. You took them from his hand with a wide smile.

"Thank you." You pressed a kiss on his lips again.

"Everything for you Baby." He pulled away and looked at you. "What's up?" He asked and you smiled while holding his bicep with your other hand.

"Not much. I missed you." You whispered and he kissed you again. Suddenly you felt your little cousin pulling at your white dress.

"Y/n" She said in her cute voice and you leaned down to her. You smiled as you kissed the top of her head and kneeled down to face her.

"What's this?" She pointed at your roses and you looked back to her parents who were sitting with the rest of your family.

You two were at the fanily gathering right now, Gavi however just arrived a couple of minutes late because he had practice.

Your family didn't have anything against it and they understood while he came a bit late.

"These are Roses from Gavi." You said and then took one of them and handed it to her. "Just don't touch these because they hurt." You told her and you didn't notice the way Gavi was looking down at you two.

The only thing running through his mind right now was how pretty you look in that dress. However, the way you treated your 3 year old cousin made him think more about the future.

He could stop thinking about how you would look wearing that dress with a little baby bump, you carrying out his child.

His stomach cramped a bit at the thought of you having his child, of you holding his child in your hands. He couldn't stop smiling at the thought.

He was sure that he was gonna marry you one day, he just had to wait a little longer. He wasn't sure of himself if he could even wait that long to make you officially his, forever.

He would get on his knee right now if he could.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you stood up while you watched your cousin run back to her parents with a huge smile and the rose in her hand.

"Come on, let's go and say hello." You said but as you saw him smiling at you, you furrowed your brows. "What?" you asked while smiling.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how you'd look with a baby bump, and my baby inside of you." He said and your stomach cramped as soon as he said that. You squeezed your legs together and smiled at him.

"One day." You said with a huge grin on your face, he pulled you in for another kiss.

"Come on Amor, let's go and say hello." Gavi wrapped his arm around your waist and you two walked over to the rest of your family.

"Ah here is my favorite footballer." Your Mom jumped up immediately and went over to Gavi, she pressed two kisses on either side of his cheeks.

"It's an honor to be your favorite footballer, thanks so much." He smiled as you watched the two of them talk to eachother. As Gavi greeted the rest of your family you two went over to a sunbed and as Gavi laid down he moved a bit to the side so you'd have some space.

You crawled over him and then rested your head on his chest while he put his arm around you. "Don't you think they're gonna stare?" You asked while moving your head further up his chest so that you would be closer to him.

"And if they do? Why do we care?" Gavi put his hand on the back of your head and started playing with your hair a bit.

"They're my family, they're practically your family too." You raised your head to look up at him, he turned his gaze from the blue sky towards your eyes.

"You shouldn't be ashamed to show that you love me. I'll be the dad of their grandchildren one day." Gavi's lips curled up into a small smile and you felt the burterflies in your stomach again.

"Do you often think about our future together?" You asked out of curiosity and he raised his brows.

He inhaled sharply. "Well yeah," He paused for a second again. "The longer I look at you the more I think about how our child is gonna look like. I hope he's gonna look like me, but have your eyes."

"He? Do you want a boy, Gavi?" You asked and drew small circles into his chest with your finger.

"I'd like to have a boy, I could train him and we could play football together." Gavi smiled to himself as he was thinking about his future with you.

You cooking dinner in the kitchen while him and his son play football outside. Then you'd call them inside and tell them that dinner is ready.

He'd walk over to you while your son sat down and ate the food, he'd kiss you and thank you for the delicious food you made.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that one of your other smaller cousins came over to you and him.

"Do you play football?" The small boy asked shyly as he put both of his hands behind his back. He was about 4 years old and he was wearing a Barcelona jersey.

You smiled at him as you and Gavi both sat up to look at the boy. "Chris, you know damn well that he plays football." You told your smaller cousin and he smiled while looking at Gavi.

"Maybe he forgot." Gavi told you and you shook your head as you stood up. By grabbing Chris by his shoulders and turning him around the familiar 6 came to face Gavi, his name written above it.

"Oh my god, I love your shirt, where did you get it?" Gavi smiled while kneeling down to Chris.

"She gave it to me." Gavi's gaze shifted to Chris's finger pointing at you. The small laugh that escaped your lips was enough to make Gavi smile too.

"Do you know if she can get me one too? I absolutely love it." Chris laughed as Gavi told him that.

"You can ask her, she always brings me stuff from you, I have all of the shirts." He made a small gesture with his hand towards you.

"That's amazing." Looking behind himself, Gavi looked for a ball that was maybe lying around on the grass, he saw one and then he turned towards Chris again.

"Do you want to go and play football?" Gavi asked and Chris agreed immediately with a nod.

Over at the long table your family was sitting at, they talked about random things. But your Aunt Rachel, your Mom and Chris's mom, Monica, saw Gavi talking with Chris.

"He's handsome, I'll give her that." Rachel smiled at your mom as she observed Gavi's face and body.

"Rachel," Your mom said in a teasing tone while she laughed out loudly. "He's good for her, she's much nicer since she's with him." She then told the both of them.

"Oh yeah, I remember, she wouldn't even show up to these Family gatherings." Monica though back to before you and Gavi were dating.

"I mean I understand, you have to change yourself for these kinda men, I mean look at him." Rachel began again and your mom couldn't help but laugh a little.

"She has a soft spot for him, let's say it like that. It's adorable." Your mom said again and Monica looked at the three of you passing the ball around.

"Look, they're teaming up against her." Monica laughed as she watched Gavi dribble past you and pass the ball to Chris.

The next time Gavi tried to dribble past you, you pushed him but he acted and fell straight into the grass.

"He's good with kids, I must give him that. I'm sure Y/n is also happy about that." Rachel said while taking off her sunglasses.

Chris walked over to Gavi and kissed his cheek. You smiled at how much Chris seemed to love Gavi and Monica also couldn't help but smile at her son's sweet gesture.

"Do they want children? They've been together for how long now? 2 years?" Rachel asked your mom and she smiled while tilting her head a bit to the side.

"Well, they're talking about it sometimes, I don't think that it's gonna be in the near future but I can tell that they're gonna have children." Your mom explained and thought back of all the times she over heard you two talking about your future.

You and Gavi had always shared the same thought about having children. The age doesn't matter, as soon as you both are ready, then it's the perfect time.

"I can't imagine Y/n with children, I mean she used to be so cold, she didn't even talk to Chris before she dated him." Rachel said and Monica laughed a bit.

"Maybe because Chris was two before they started dating. But I think it's adorable, pure teenage love." Monica shot back to which she earned a smile from Rachel.

"Oh what would you know about teenage love. You were always in your room studying while I was out having fun." Rachel pushed her hair behind her back.

"She's the married one with a family now." Your mom added and Rachel rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Atleast I'm the cool aunt." She said and the three of them laughed a bit, your mom's gaze shifted back to you and Gavi playing with Chris.

Rachel and Monica also looked at the two of you as soon as Chris ran back to Monica. He sat down next to her and took a sip of water.

You pushed Gavi slightly backwards as he nutmegged you again. He however grabbed your hands and pulled you into himself, you bumped against his chest and stepped even closer to him.

By wrapping his arms around your shoulders he held you close. "See this is adorable." Rachel added while turning to face your mom and Monica.

She sipped her wine as the three of them kept watching you. "They're really meant for eachother aren't they?" Monica asked with a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh definitely."

[lucy90712]

babysitting- Gavi

"I know it's last minute but would you mind babysitting today your dad and I have to head out of town tonight we'll be back tomorrow morning I'll give you money for dinner and everything" my mum said on the phone 

"Of course I need to ask Pablo but I'm sure he'd be fine with it I'll let you know as soon as I've got a reply" I said 

It's not often that my parents ask me to babysit. My little brother Milo was a surprise to say the least but despite me being old enough to help out once he was born they very rarely ask and any time they do they always pay me like they would any other babysitter. I would love to just say yes to help them out but now that I live with Pablo in his house I don't think it's right for me to just have my brother with us without him knowing. All it took was a quick text and Pablo answered straight away saying that it was more than ok so I let my mum know she can come over whenever. 

It was then that I realised I wasn't at all ready I'd organised all of this while still in bed so I hopped out of bed and got ready at lightening speed and started on child proofing the house as best as I could. Seeing as Pablo and I are still in our teens and definitely not ready to have kids of our own his house isn't exactly child proof every piece of furniture seems to have sharp corners and there are plenty of uncovered plug sockets. Past me had thought that one day I may need to babysit so I did pre buy some things so all I had to do was find them and put them out. It took me quite a while but just as I finished doing as much as I could the doorbell rang and as soon as it was open I was nearly taken out by Milo who for someone so little has a lot of strength. My parents were in a rush but they gave me everything they have at home that I'd need before heading straight off to where they needed to be. 

In the way little kids do he had a ton of energy so I suggested we play with some of his toys that my mum had given me. It's been so long since I let my inner child take over that I think I had more fun playing with the cars and trucks pretending they were building all sorts of things than my brother did. Mostly it was just nice to see him as I've been so busy that I haven't spent as much time with my family as I should it's crazy how fast kids grow and develop new skills I feel like I'm with a whole new human not the kid I saw just a few months ago. As we were playing with some toy aeroplanes the front door opened and Pablo came in, usually I'm Milo's favourite person but as soon as you get Pablo in the mix I'm always long forgotten. Today was no different either as soon as Pablo had stepped into the living room he got the same greeting I did this morning but he saw it coming and picked up the charging child with ease. 

Despite just getting back from training Pablo suggested we go to the local park so I packed up a bag with some snacks while Pablo put Milo's shoes on which is a battle for anyone other than Pablo. We headed out and I was quickly left behind they went running off towards the park while I walked behind admiring their little bond. Pablo was definitely only running to not let Milo get too far away but as soon as they got to the road across from the park Milo stopped and waited for Pablo as he's been taught not to cross the road without holding someone's hand. They both waited for me so I jogged a bit to catch up but after that they were gone again heading towards the field to play football. As much as Pablo has spent his morning training and playing football he was still so excited to play with Milo who has just started going to practices on a weekend so was looking forward to having his new skills tested by a professional player. 

I let them play football together as my football skills leave a lot to be desired I think I may be worse than Milo who's only just started learning. Eventually I suggested that we go play in the play park which Milo seemed happy about and so did Pablo who needed a bit of a break from trying to match a toddlers energy levels. Milo wanted to go on the slides so I followed him and went up and down so many times I was starting to get dizzy. He then wanted to try the monkey bars but he's too small so I had to hold him as he went across which would be fine if I ever kept up with going to the gym but I don't so my arms got tired quite quickly. A point came where I couldn't hold him anymore so Pablo came to my rescue and suggested the swings. We took turns pushing Milo who was having the time of his life with his high we let him go, the sound of him giggling just melted my heart. 

Eventually we'd tired Milo out and he wanted to go home for dinner and then bed. He tried walking but he was just too tired so Pablo picked him up and carried him the whole way home. If the events of the day so far hadn't already melted my heart enough it definitely exploded with cuteness seeing Milo snuggle his face into Pablo's neck. Whenever the time comes Pablo is going to be the best father he's already so good with Milo and any other child he meets. The image of Pablo holding our baby the way he's holding Milo filled my brain and only made the smile on my face bigger. Of course we aren't ready to have our own children yet but days like these make me so excited for when that time comes being able to share all the amazing moments that having a child brings with the person who means the most to me is something I can't wait for. 

Once we made it home Milo just wanted to cuddle with me so Pablo took charge of cooking dinner but I did my best to help where I could. When the food was ready we all ate dinner together before I did Milo's bed time routine with him as I knew what my parents do with him every night. Pablo came back to join us when it was time for a bedtime story we both sat on the edge of the bed as I read Milo's favourite book while Pablo stroked his head until he was fast asleep. We both exited the room as quietly as possible avoiding all of the squeaky floorboards and pieces of furniture which are hard to see when the lights are off. 

We headed downstairs and both flopped back onto the sofa starting to feel the tiredness of keeping so active all day. This is half the reason we aren't ready to have kids of our own as I know we'd both be so tired at the end of the day and we like our sleep but we wouldn't get nearly enough of it. After gathering our thoughts for a second Pablo moved closer to me and got me to rest my head on his chest while he played with my hair that's falling out of the ponytail I put it in this morning. He pressed a kiss on the top of my head so I looked into his eyes which had that look in them the look they have when he's at his happiest.

"I'm exhausted but todays been amazing I can't wait to have kids of our own one day" Pablo said 

"I'm glad you say that as that's all I've been thinking about all day you are going to make the best dad when the time comes" I said 

"And you will be the best mum I just know it" he said 

"Right now though I think we wait a few years for kids I don't think I could do this every day kids are really draining" I said 

"Agreed how many kids would you actually want?" Pablo asked 

"I think at least 2 but not too many I know it's takes a toll on your body and I don't think I could handle having lots of kids" I said

"2 sounds perfect but we will have as many as you want it's your body so if 1 is enough then we will be a happy family of 3" he said 

"Until then I'm more than ok with just sticking to baby sitting" I said yawning 

"And practicing making babies" Pablo said which earned him a slap on the arm but he wasn't wrong practicing is fun 

[barcalover86]

She is my girl- Pablo Gavi

Summary: You meet Gavi's childhood best friend who is making you feel uncomfortable and unworthy.

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"How much time do we have left?" you asked Gavi for the hundred time this last 10 minutes.

"With 30 seconds less than you asked me last time." he replied already annoyed, but with a smile on his face.

"You know how I am when I am nervous!"

"I know, amor." he laughed at the memory when you met his parents for the first time.

For days, Gavi begged you to meet his childhood best friend, Isa. You wanted to get to know her as well, but you were afraid that she won't like you. Afraid that you might be left behind when they are together. You told him several times that is better if he goes alone so that the two of them can enjoy their time alone, but Gavi wanted you to be there with him.

She wasn't living far away from Barcelona, 2h drive, but it seemed way longer for you, being all nervous.

You had to meet her at her house before some others friends of Gavi were waiting for you at a cafe.

When your boyfriend and Isa saw eachother after a very long time, they smiled and hugged eachother like there was no tomorrow.

You smiled awkwardly back at the brunette girl and went to hug her too, a thing that you love to do when you meet new people, but she turned her back on you and started to talk with your boyfriend.

You wanted to think that she didn't know your hugging intention, but you knew she did it on purpose.

Isa took Gavi's hand, trying to guide him to the living room, but he immediately took it out of her grip, holding yours instead, which made you a bit calmer.

While you laid on the couch, Gavi started to introduce you with a smile on his face.

"Aha, so you stoll his heart? Well, only between us, I stole it first!" she started to laugh hard. "He had a crush on me when we were kids, remember, Pablito?"

He slowly nodded, not wanting to remember those days.

"Actually, y/n is the only one that ever had my heart, Isa."

The girl rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, niño. But we both know the truth."

After that, they started to talk about football. Suddenly, Isa was so much into this sport than she ever was, and that was weird. You remember Gavi telling you how much she hated football.

In 20 minutes, you didn't say a word, and you started to be left behind, something that you were afraid of since the beginning. Gavi seemed to see your uncomfortable so he hold your hand and put you closer to him.

At that, Isa rolled her eyes and this was the moment you wanted to go.

"You are really a baby, aren't you?" she said to you and you looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You want all his attention, don't you see that we were enjoying our talk? Is she always like this? Putting herself on other people business?"

"Isa, she didn't do anything. I put her close to me. She didn't even talk!"

Suddenly, her face changed into a nice one. She went to you and hugged you, which took you by surprise.

"I was only joking, I hope you didn't get offended."

You only smiled politely, without saying anything anymore.

Now, you weren't that close to Gavi, but didn't want to make a scene. You started to feel so embarrassed and unwanted in all this situation. You just wanted to go home.

After a while, you even started to control your breath, hoping that it wasn't too loud or too fast. Everything became so uncomfortable and you felt like you wanted to cry right there.

Isa was getting closer and closer to Gavi by every minute. You even started to be a bit jealous of them. They looked so comfortable and good together. They were definitely enjoying their time.

When she hugged your boyfriend and started to make circles in his hair, you talked for the first time after a while.

"When are we going to meet the others?"

Gavi pulled out, finally happy to hear your voice before standing.

"Right now."

Isa was so angry and looked into your eyes like she was about to kill you.

"I don't even know why she is here" she said.

"Isa, be nicer to her, please. Do it for me"

"Just for you." She said, but you knew that she wasn't stopping there.

She even made a scene that she wanted to stay next to Pablo in the car, making the excuse that 'they didn't see eachother for a very long time'.

You agreed to it, wanting desperately to have a bit of peace and silence.

You were the left ones that came into the cafe, and when you saw Gavi's friends, you smiled, seeing that they were looking kind.

They were so nice to you, and for the first time, you started to feel better this evening.

As you expected, Isa was standing next to Pablo, while you were on the opposite of them two.

You were talking with a nice girl that was telling you stories about your boyfriend's childhood.

"I don't even know why you are so nice to her, Ava. She doesn't even belong here."

"Isa! How can you talk about her like that! She is my girl, after all! I chose to be with her!" said Pablo, but that didn't stop you for feeling bad.

"You are so rude!" said Ava, the girl that was besides you.

"Oh? Then see this"

After she said that, she took the bottle of water and threw it all over your head.

Everyone looked at you and you started to be so embarrassed, that you left the table.

"Go cry!"

"That's enough! I had enough with you. How can you be so rude to that girl! She did nothing to you nor anyone. She is literally an angel!"

"An angel? I am supposed to be your angel, Pablo! Don't you see it!? We would make a better couple than you with her!"

"Oh, stop dreaming!"

After that, he ran after you and hugged you.

"I'll get you wet as well, I'm sorry."

"What!? Sorry for what!? Cariño, I'm sorry for making you come here. You don't deserve any of this."

He kissed your head and put you in his car, changing your clothes with his hoodie. You also had to get off your underwear, that it was also wet, leaving you half naked. Gavi didn't mind at all.

Before you went home, he hugged you in his car, trying to make you calm down a bit. He apologised before listening to what you had to say.

He told you stories about what stupid things he did with his friends and you couldn't stop laughing, which made him calmed to see you being better.

When you arrived home, he helped you take a hot bath and wash your hair before making you some dinner. Or at least, trying to do it, because after all, you were the one that had to prepare something for the both of you.

| I hope you like this. I tried to make it as good as possible and I'm sorry you had to wait this long. Right now I'm writing 3 requests so be patient with me, please. Have a nice day and love yourself!♥️

[spidybaby]

One where you're Gavi's older sister and you have a bad relationship. You and Pedri have a secret relationship and at a party Gavi find out about the relationship and is mad at you not at pedri because he doesn't wants to loose him as a friend

Golden Child | part 1

Summary: You're Pablo's older sister, even tho you don't have a good relationship you help him during his injury and find yourself getting involved with Pedri.

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: So I write Gavi as a toxic brother, but I don't think he's like that at all. Also, Aurora is going to be older. Please keep in mind that this is fictional, not based on reality. Love you 💛

Part two | Part Three

Growing up with a brother like Pablo was not easy. He used to be everybody's favorite. He was the star of the family. He was he.

Something that he couldn't be was his parents number one child. Something he hated. Specifically, he couldn't beat the way his parents loved his older sister.

He grew up with two sisters. Aurora, who's twenty-four, and Y/n, who's twenty one.

Aurora and him were very close. They enjoyed doing things together. They were like a team.

On the other hand him and Y/n never had a good relationship. Not because she didn't want to, but because Pablo heavily dislike her.

She was the picture-perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, always doing what she's told to do. Pablo was not a bad kid, but he wasn't her.

Growing up, they used to be civil with each other. Respecting their personal space, not fighting.

Everything changed when Arturo, who used to be Pablo's best friend, fell in love with his sister. She was fourteen, and they were twelve. She, of course, never had any interest in Arturo.

But one night, when Arturo told her that he was in love with her, she was fifteen. She laughed, finding the whole situation funny. Rejected the thirteen year old boy and walked away from the scene.

Arturo didn't take that well. He felt humiliated. He fought with Pablo, telling him that he never wanted to be close to him or his sister.

Pablo never understood what happened, so he blamed his sister for it. That's where the fights began there. Pablo used every chance he had to bother his sister.

He used to leave her out of things, pull her hair, hide her things, and delete her important things from her computer.

His parents scold him and ground him without playing football. But that didn't work. After a while, she got used to it and didn't even told her parents about it anymore.

When Pablo became more serious with football, he focused his whole energy on the field. But he never agreed on fixing things.

Every time Aurora tried to be the mediator, she ended scolding Pablo about the hurtful things he said to her, making her cry. Pablo ended up laughing and leaving the room. Luckily for him, she moved to Barcelona to study.

For Pablo, the best moment in his career was when he became part of Barça first team. He was all smiles, and no doubt you were proud of your baby brother.

When your parents called you and told you that he got limited people to be there and had to choose for you to not join them when the announcement was made, it broke your heart.

Aurora found out that was a lie when she was helping him with some things for that day, she immediately told you.

She wanted you to go with the whole family and even told you she was telling your parents about what Pablo did. But you begged her not to, you didn't want to be the reason his day was ruined.

"Rora, por favor." You begged. "Don't tell mom."

"I'm just so mad at him. How dare he lied to us that way?"

"I don't know, but it's okay. He can choose who to have there."

"You're his sister."

"It's okay. I promise I'm okay."

You were not okay with the news, but you fake a smile and told Aurora how relieved you were because you had nothing to wear. Lies, you spend your savings on buying a nice outfit for the occasion. That night, you cried yourself to sleep.

Having him close but so far at the same time was horrible. You tried everything in you to get to see him but after all the read text, after he didn't return any of your calls or even try to make a space for you in his life, you were done hurting yourself. So you decided to have zero contact with Pablo.

He saw the glory, acting like Aurora was his only sister. He even started to tell new people in his life that, yes, Aurora was his only sister. Thing that neither Aurora nor you knew about, thinking it was because people didn't know about you for not being as public as Aurora.

It wasn't easy, seeing him everywhere in posters at every place in Barcelona, or the games, or when you see people wearing his number on their jerseys. But you had to remember that he was the one that didn't want you there, and as much as it hurts, you respect his decision.

"But mami, why am I supposed to do?" You ask uninterested. "I get he's hurt but, he's not dying."

"Y/n, please. I know you have your own things going on, but neither Daddy nor I can go to check him. And Aurora is on finals. Please baby."

Pablo got injured during a game. His muscles were not very good, and he needed to rest. Your parents were in Sevilla. They couldn't just leave work and go to check on him.

So they ask you to take care of him. You nicely said no because you didn't want to put yourself in a position where Pablo could easily attack you.

But when they find out he needed help to do things like getting upstairs, get dressed carefully, and take his medication. Your parents start begging you to help them.

"Okay, I'll do it." You say frustrated. "But what am I supposed to do? Move myself from here to there and back again? You have no idea how expensive that is going to be."

"Mi amor, daddy and I are taking care of that. Don't worry."

"But are you sure Pablo is okay with this?"

"Si, hija. Ya te lo repetí cinco veces." (Yes, I already repeat it five times)

"Got it, I'll go to his house before he gets back from training."

"Gracias, do you know the door code? Because I have it somewhere"

"Yes, I know it." You interrupted. "Listen, I have to go get ready if I want to be on time. I'll tell him to call you."

You say your goodbyes, promising her that everything was going to be fine.

The Uber from your house to Pablo's was kind of expensive. Due to being in a zone meant for students and his being on a gated community, it was basically going to the other side of Barcelona.

"Gracias." You say getting out of the car and entering the house. Once you're inside, you find yourself amazed. It was a beautiful and very minimalistic place.

You looked around, there's pictures of him with the rest of your family, some pictures with Aurora, with his friends.

You were earlier than you expected to be. You thankfully packed your computer and books. Not wanting to just be around doing nothing.

About twenty minutes later, you heard the front door opening. You sense other voices.

"Cuidado, que no queremos que te lastimes más de lo que ya estas " (careful, we don't want you to hurt yourself more than you already are)

You stayed quiet, looking at the two boys helping Pablo.

"There you go. Let me bring you your crutches. Pedri help me with his backpack "

He stayed still, grabbing the door.

"Pablo," you say low.

He turned his head to you. He knew you would be there because your mother told him.

"Dejame ayudarte," you ask, seeing him struggling to stand on his own. (Let me help you)

"No." He harshly moved his arm from you. "My friends are doing that already."

"I know but-"

"Help me with bringing me water, I need to take a pill."

The way he turns his back to you is making you mad. You were there to help him, no need to act like a little boy.

"Is cold water okay?" You ask, he ignored you. So you take that as a yes. You walk into the kitchen, searching for the cups.

"Y/n" Pablo call you.

"Yes?"

"Can you bring another cup of water?"

"Okay." You say grabbing another cup. "A please would be nice, tho." You whisper to yourself.

You walk back, finding two other boys. One blonde and tall and other a little taller than Pablo, black hair and very full eyebrows.

"Here," you hand him the water. "This is for?" You ask.

"For me." The black hair guy says. "Thank you."

You smile at him, a little shy about starting a conversation. "Where's your medicine? You need to take not one but two pills." You say, remembering the doctors note your mother sent you.

"Only one, today they told me that I can drop the other one."

"Where is it?" You ask. He ignored you because he was on his phone

"Is in his room, I think." The blonde one says. You wanted to throw a pillow at your brother. Not even caring to answer a simple question.

You smiled and nodded, making your way upstairs and entering room for room until you found your brother's one. The pills were easy to find. They were on his nightstand, It was the only thing there.

You look at the disorder of his room, you'll help him cleaning a bit because it was hard for you to believe he can sleep with all of this.

"Found it," you say, getting back. "Do you need more water?"

"Mhm"

"I'll be back."

"But not cold water." He hands you the cup back. You nod, kind of uncomfortable with the whole interaction. After all, it was the first one in a year.

You go back in the kitchen, filling the cup with water and making another trip back to the living room.

"Hey, since Pablo is not introducing us. I'm Frenkie." The blonde one says, smiling at you.

"And I'm Pedri." The black hair one says, imitating the actions of Frenkie.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Y/n." You only smile at them, not being the best at meeting new people.

After the boys introduce themselves, they chat a little. You notice that Pablo was on his phone the whole time. Giving half answers.

"Okay, we're leaving, Pablito. Please take care." Frenkie pats him on the back. "And y/n, nice to meet you."

"Bye," Pedri says, waving. You wave them goodbye.

After they left, the silence in the room was a not so nice one for you. Pablo was in his own world, focused on his phone.

"Pablo, are you hungry?" You ask picking up the empty cups. He ignored you.

You roll your eyes, trying to control the urge to throw him a cup. "Pablo, please answer." The way he keeps ignoring you is annoying. "Okay." You walk to the kitchen, droping the cups at the sink. Go back to where he is, pick up your backpack, and walk to the front door. "Have fun."

"Wait, where are you going? Mom said You'll help me." He finally acknowledged you.

"Mira, te voy a decir algo." (Look, I'm going to tell you something) you close the door. "Yo tengo mejores cosas que hacer que cuidarte, así que si no quieres mi ayuda me voy, no voy a aguantar tus cosas." (I have better things to do rather than take care of you. So if you don't want my help, I'm leaving, I'm not dealing with this attitude)

He has this surprise but angry face. When you were a kid, you loved the way his angry face looked, but now that you're mad at him, you heavily dislike it.

"So, I'm going to ask you one more time, only one, because if you pull this silence treatment one more time, I'm out the door." You put your backpack back on the couch. "Are you hungry? Yes or no?"

"Yes, very hungry," he says, looking at his phone.

"Now," you grab his wrist and separate his phone from his face. "Would you like me to cook something for you, or do you want takeout?"

"You cook?" He scuffs

"Pablo." You warn him.

"Vale, vale, no te enojes." He lift his hands "puedes hacerme un sandwich o cualquier cosa, no sé." (Okay, okay, don't get angry. You can make me a sandwich or something, i don't know.)

You sigh. It was going to be some hard weeks.

"Pablo, c'mon man, you have to do this, or you'll never progress." You say trying to get him to apply a gel the physiotherapist sent him.

"But it stinks." He says, slapping your hand away.

"Pablo, te quedas quieto y me dejas aplicarte esto o te lo voy a pasar por la cara." (Stay still and let me apply this to you, or I'll smush it all over your face) You dig your nails to his calves, thing you used to do back when you were kids and you had a fight.

"Stop that." He says, grabbing you by the wrists. "Don't do that." His tone is strong yet he's not yelling.

"It's everything alright?" You both turn your face to Pedri, who was carrying a fast food bag and some drinks.

"No." You both say.

"Okay, I'm leaving this on the counter and I'll help you deal with this dickhead."

"Eres un imbecil, Pedro." Pablo says, angry.

"Pablito, mi vida, escuchame." You whisper sweetly. "Let me apply this. The quicker you say yes, the quicker I'll do it. Por favor."

His eyes are back on you, mad expression on his face. He puff angrily, letting your hands go. You quickly open the gel and apply it the way it's supposed to.

"Ya, calmado?" Pedri asks, laughing. "I know that gel is the worst, but it's really refreshing." Pablo puffs again. "Venga macho, vamos a comer que te traje tu comida favorita." (C'mon man, let's eat, I bring you your favorite food.)

Pedri helps Pablo walk to the table. Since his crutches were somewhere else. You go into the kitchen and wash your hands really well. He was right that gel stinks.

"I bring you something to eat, I'm not sure what you like, so sorry if it's not what you expected." Pedri says, walking into the kitchen.

"You did?" In the last few days, he was a big help with your brother, always picking him to go to his therapy and back home. He nods, smiling. "Thank you, Pedri."

"Can one of you bring more napkins?" Pablo yelled. You turn to take the napkins, giving them to Pedri.

"You're not eating with us?" He asked, confused about you opening your laptop instead of going to the table with them.

"No, I have some homework, plus, this kid for the love of God can't keep his room organized, so I'll go help him with that." You say exasperated, opening your a word document.

"You're such a good cousin."

You stop on your tracks, trying not to show your expression. "A good what?" You ask without moving your eyes from your screen.

"A good cousin, I mean you took time out of your life to take care of Pablo." The way he's saying this in such a positive way. Not even knowing how the words he just said affect you.

"How do you know we are cousins?" You ask, smiling a little, pretending to continue the conversation.

"Pablo told us, he said the first time we met you that you were his cousin that was helping him with his injury."

You only nod. Feeling how your stomach is turning.

"Go back with him. You're probably hungry. " You want him out of the kitchen, not wanting your facial expressions to betray you. "Thanks for the food."

Once his out of the kitchen, you can feel some tears pooling in your eyes. Not sure if it's anger or betrayal.

"No pensé que fueras cule." Pedri says, entering the house and leaving the bag that belongs to Pablo on the table. (Didn't think you were a cule.)

"Well, Pablo plays for the team, so I kind of am." You joke, smiling at him. "But to be honest, Alexia is the only reason I'm watching the game."

"Alexia? God, she's the best." He takes a seat next to you. "She's like a firework."

"Also, Aitana, they're my favorites."

"You should ask Pablo to introduce you to them." He laughs, "We have full access to games for the feminine team. He can take you to a game." You only nod.

Since he told you how Pablo introduce you to them as a cousin, you barely even look at him. Helping him like you promised your parents and then leaving, no words exchanged.

"I don't want to be a bother." You say, honestly.

"You won't, look, my cousin Adrian, he was the first one to ask me to introduce him to Messi." He laughs remembering. "Not even my brother."

You look down at your hands. For him, it was easy. His family and him were so close, for you, it was hard, Pablo never liked you.

"I'll think about it." You say, "Pablo is upstairs by the way."

"Joder, si no me quieres cerca dímelo." He jokes, laughing at your words. "But thank you. I'll go see him." (Fuck, if you don't want me close you can say that)

"That's not what I meant." You laugh. "But I know you're here for him."

"And what if I'm not here only for him?" He asks looking at you, smiling sweetly.

The heat creeps to your cheeks, you turn your face back to the game, not wanting him to see your red face.

He laughs at your actions, standing up from the couch. "I'll go upstairs. Hope Alexia scores." He says before walking upstairs.

"Let me get you another drink." Your friend says, taking your cup, you're at a party that she got you in, you don't even know who's hosting or anything, but you were enjoying and drinking.

"Okay, I'm going to the bathroom." You shout, walking inside, you ask a few people for the bathroom. All of them point at a door at the end of the corridor.

After using the bathroom and washing your hands, you exit ready for more drinks. Your body hit someone on the way out of the house, and the drink of this person has spilled all over you.

"Joder, lo siento mucho." The voice says, worried. "Y/n?" Pedro asks, eyes focusing on your face.

Your eyes found his. "Pedri." You smile.

"Sorry, nena. I spill this shit all over you. Come here." He grabs your hand and walks with you back into the bathroom. "Let me help you." He grabs the towel that's there. "Can I?"

You can't even control your actions. Your arms are now behind your back, giving him access to your chest area, where most of the drink spilled.

He carefully patted the towel to dry you. "Te puedo reponer el vestido, lo siento tanto" (I can pay for your dress, I'm really sorry).

"Don't worry, it was an accident."

"No, seriously. I can take you to get a new dress."

You nod smiling. Eyes fixed on his. On the way his focus expression makes him look so handsome, the way the yellow light in the bathroom hit his skin and made it shine almost perfectly.

"Wanna dance?" You ask out of nowhere, grabbing his wrist, making him stop. Fingers tapping on his skin.

"You want to dance?" He's focused on the way you look, how good you look on that dress. "With me?" He asks, scuffing.

"Is that a yes or a no?" You laugh. Your fingers grab the towel, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

He nodded quickly. You take his hand, intertwine it with yours, and walk outside to the dance floor, there's a lot of people, but you're only focusing on the guy in front of you.

Pedro is doing the same, the way you're dancing, the way you're smiling and making him dance when he doesn't know what to do.

"Pedri." You grab his arms and pull him closer to you. "You look so good tonight." Your hands caress his arms up and down, making him shiver.

"I think you're kind of drunk, bonita." He's trying to stop the thought of kissing you.

"Yet you're the one that spilled your drink on me." You laugh. He swears your laugh is adorable.

"And I'm sorry about it." He honestly says, "I'll make it up for you."

"And how are you going to do it?" You got closer to him. "Tell me." Maybe it is the alcohol in your system. Maybe it's just him.

"I have an idea." His hands are on each side of your face, fingers caressing your cheeks. "But I'm not sure if doing this while you're drunk is the right thing to do."

"Well I do think it is." You close the distance between you two, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

One hand on the back of his neck pulling him closer, if that's possible, and the other playing with his hair.

His hands go down from your face to your waist, his fingers digging lightly onto your flesh. Making you moan a little at the feeling of his fingers.

Once the air run down you both separate, lips swollen from the kiss. "Any thoughts on the idea?" You joke. Pecking his lips. Action he repeats.

"I think I can help you out of the wet dress." He grabs your chin, giving you another peck. "Only if you let me." He says kissing your cheek, making you laugh.

"Aurora!" you run to her. Jumping on her arms. "I missed you so much, hermanita." You grab her face, kissing her cheek repeatedly.

"Okay, I think that's enough." She laughed putting you down. "I missed you so much, life without is so boring." She hugs you tight.

"Let's go, I got Pablo's car so we can go anywhere we want." You show her the keys, making them jiggle in your hand.

"Got it like stealing it?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.

"He was sleeping, plus he's not using it."

She laughed, giving you another hug, you walk with her to where you parked.

"So, have you guys worked on your relationship?" She asks curious. You know her question is genuine curiosity, not anything bad intended.

You're not sure if you should tell her about the whole ~she's my cousin~ situation. "I mean we haven't kill each other." You half smile.

"Okay." She narrow her eyes. "Let's try again. But this time be honest."

"It's been weird, Pablo and I barely even talk, and when we do is more a single answers" you honestly answer, "I just wish we could be like the two of you."

"Don't worry, he's just weird in general, he'll open to you." She pat your shoulder.

"When? Rora, I don't know if you notice but he's about to turn nineteen and he can't even remember when my birthday is." You say exasperated. "Pablo doesn't like me, not matter if I'm his sister, he just doesn't."

Aurora doesn't answer, mostly because she doesn't know what to say to you. She's been the one who had to witness all the dumb fights, all the times he hurted you just because.

"I know he loves you." She says, body turning to yours. "Pablo might act weird but he loves you, he told me that."

"He did?"

"Yes, he's just a stupid teenager, so don't worry about him and his weird actions. You're his sister and he loves you." She hugs your arm. "Now let's go, he might wake up soon." She laughed.

Aurora notice the change in your face. She knows that she shouldn't lie to you. But she can't stand your sad eyes when you talk about Pablo.

And even when she tried to help the situation, she haven't archived nothing more than fighting between you two.

"I made you your favorite cake." You say as you enter the house. "And I'll prepare your favorite food for dinner."

"Oh I've missed you." She kiss your cheek. "Pablo!" She yells.

"I'll get your bags." You say going back to the garage.

Grabbing the bag and going back in, when you walk into the living room you saw Pablo hugging Aurora and kissing her cheek. Telling her how much he missed her.

"Y/n will make us some yummy food." She says, hugging him by the waist. "While we wait, let's have some cake."

"I thought the smell was coming from the neighbor house." He jokes, making you two laugh. "Let me help you unpack." He takes the bag from your hands, taking Aurora upstairs.

You turn to the kitchen, getting all the ingredients put to start with the food. Interrupted by the doorbell, you yell that you'll get it.

"Hola guapa." Pedri says as you open the door. "It's Pablo here? He left this at my house and asked me to drop it."

"Hola." You sat the greeting back. "He is, get in."

After the party Pedri and you have been seeing each other here and there. Both agreeing on not telling anyone, specially not Pablo.

"They're upstairs." You walk back inside and into the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Aurora walked singing something, "Need some help?" She asks, washing her hands.

"Can you peel the potatoes? Please."

You both chat a little, catching up on some things that you have pending. She told you about her and Javi.

"So, any boys in sight?" She asks, pinching your arm. "I need to know everything."

"What everything? I'm not seeing anyone." You laugh "The only man I'm seeing is my professor. And he's very annoying."

"Oh don't tell me that, you must be seeing someone. Tell me." She pout.

"I might be seeing someone, but it's something casual." You confess.

"Are you sleeping with him?" She whispers, leaving what she's doing, interested in the conversation.

"Aurora, you don't ask people that." You joke, turning to the sink, washing your hands. "But yes, I am."

"You whore." She laugh. "I can't believe it, you and I were playing with dolls only a few years ago."

"Ay por favor." You splash her with the remaining water in your hands. "As if you don't sleep with your boyfriend."

"I am but you're my baby. I can feel this way." She fake dry a tear. "So, is he your classmate?"

"I told you it was something casual, I'm not giving you more details." You hurry with serving the plates.

While she helps with the table you finish washing some things. Focused on the job you're doing, when two cold hands grab you by the waist you jump a little at the sensation.

"Qué haces?" (What are you doing?) You ask, taking his hands away from you.

"Don't worry, they're upstairs. Aurora is getting Pablo." He says, getting closer so he can kiss you.

"Pedro, not here." You say, getting away from him.

"Let me take you home, I need you so bad." He says, trying to get closer again. "Por favor."

You hear the voices coming downstairs, "fine, but keep your hands to yourself " you quickly kiss him, pushing him outside.

"Let's eat." Aurora says, happily.

The dinner was fun, Pablo and Pedro talked about the next game. "You should come to the game. I heard that Alexia and Jana are coming." Pedro says, looking at you with picardy.

"Uhhh she loves Alexia." Aurora says. "Pablo, can you get us to take a picture with Alexia?"

"Since when do you like Alexia?" Pablo ask you, confused look on his face.

"I've always liked her. Rora and I used to watch the games all the time." You laugh, "remember when we broke that flowerpot? Celebrating when she scored."

"That poor flower." She laughs, "God, grandma hated us."

Pablo raise a brow, never paid attention to your liking for the football player, better say not knowing anything about you.

"I can get you to know her. I'll talk to Xavi tomorrow."

"Thank you." You smile at him. Eyes connecting with Pedro right after, sending him a wink.

After that moment you keep talking about random things. Pedro offers to help you with the dishes.

"Nos vamos?" (Ready to go?) He whispers, kissing your shoulder.

"Let me say goodbye to Aurora and I'll be back." You pinch his cheeks. "Say your goodbyes to Pablo."

You hurry upstairs, reaching to her room. "Hey rorita, Pedri offered me a ride home, so I'm leaving. I promise I'll be here early so I can spoil you with some breakfast."

"Don't go, we can ask Pablito to take us to your place so you get some clothes so you stay here." She pout, hugging your arm. "Stay."

"I promise I'll be here early, plus you have to rest Rorita." You kiss the top of her head. "We can get ready together."

You hug her, helping her with turning the lights off. When you were about to go downstairs you hear Pablo calling you name. "Si?"

"I texted Xavi, he told me that he can arrange a little meeting with Alexia backstage."

"Really?" You smile, exited about the news.

"Yes, I'll give Aurora the details." After saying that, he close his door.

You hurried downstairs. Opening the door, finding the canarian boy waiting for you leaning on his car.

"To your place or mine?" He asks, opening the door for you.

"Mine," you kiss him, hand on his neck. "So sad you can't stay, but you can make it up later." You joke with him. Making him laugh.

"Okay, smile." The photographer says, taking several pictures of the three of you. "Thank you. I'll send them to Gavi after the game."

"Thank you." You say. "Can we take a selfie? Please!" You take your phone out.

"All that you want" Alexia laughs, "well, not everything, I'm not up for a tik tok." She jokes.

"Oh God no, we won't ask you to do tik toks with us."

She place her hand to her heart, acting dramatic as a joke. "Thank you."

After the pictures and a little chat you both thank Alexia for her time. She says her goodbyes and left with the barca manager.

"I can't believe it." You say, jumping exited. Making Aurora jump with you too. "Omg I'm posting this on my story."

Pedro and Pablo were observing you from afar, "I think you just won the ~best cousin~ award." Pedro laughs, shaking his arm.

Pablo only nods, forgetting about him telling his friend about you being his cousin. Not wanting him to mention that in front of you or Aurora. Thinking you didn't know about it.

"Let's go back, Xavi's already mad."

"Go, I'll go to the bathroom real quick." Pedro says, turning to the other direction.

He takes his phone out. Texting you to meet him at the bathroom that's beside the changing room.

When you see it, you were about to leave to go back to your seats. "Hey, I'll go to the bathroom. I meet you on our seats." You say, walking back to the bathroom.

Not waiting for her answer you walk quickly to the end of the hall, entering the bathroom. "I think this is a women's bathroom, sir." You joke.

He won't miss time, pulling you from the waist. When his lips conect with yours, you place your arms on the back of his neck.

"So eager, was last night not enough?" You push him away to breathe. "So needy, González."

"For you?" He pecks you. "Always."

The makeout session begins again, his hands on your ass and yours on his hair.

You hear the bathroom door opening, pushing Pedro away was too late, Aurora alread saw you two. "Ay por Dios." (Oh my God) she gasp, leaving after that.

You don't even look at Pedro, quickly leaving him alone to go look for your sister. "Aurora." You yell, "please stop. I can explain." You run to her.

"Don't." She says when you grab her arm. "Let's go back to our seats."

She goes out back to the stadium seats. Leaving you there, you turn back and see Pedro getting out of the bathroom, eyes finding yours.

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time heals - pablo gavi

summary: you help gavi get through his acl injury

genre: fluff, bit sad

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Gavi had woken up really energetic, ready to meet his physiotherapist to go on a hike near Barcelona. He had asked you the night before if you’d like to join the little group of injured players, claiming „healthy knees“ would give the guys extra motivation.

You two had met the group at the start of the trail, you staying a bit behind to let Gavi focus on his recovery session.

Throughout the hike your boyfriend was joking around and even started to jog short distances like the physio advised him to do.

The grin was etched onto his face, sometimes glancing back at you as you gave him an encouraging thumbs up.

Seeing Gavi so motivated made you feel incredibly happy, happy to see your boy smile again. You couldn’t be prouder to see him here, not after what happened in the last week of November.

Three months ago all his hard work and dedication had been ripped away from him in a matter of seconds.

You were back home in Barelona, watching the game against Georgia from your couch with his family. Originally, you had planned to travel with him, but Gavi knew how packed your schedule was and did not want to stress you out more.

„We‘re already qualified. Cheer for us from home, I know traveling now would only make you feel more stressed.“ He said and kissed you before leaving for the Spain camp.

„Be careful!“ You said, receiving a nod from Gavi.

These words played in your head over and over again as you saw him lay there on the grass, clutching his right knee while sobbing in pain. Normally when he was being fouled, he stood up pretty quickly. Now Gavi wasn’t even able to walk without assistance, making your stomach drop at the sight.

After receiving a call from Iñigo, telling you the physiotherapists assumed Gavi had torn his ACL, y‘all stayed at your apartment waiting for him until he arrived in the early morning hours.

Gavi never stopped crying in your arms after he came back home, not only because his knee hurt like hell, but also because he was just so confused why it had to be him. He just wanted to play football, to help his club and country win.

The next week was horrible. You didn’t recognize the loving, energetic Gavi anymore. He didn’t talk much, even less then he already did, his eyes didn’t sparkle like they did usually.

You tried your best to help him. Was it holding him in your arms, soothing him as he cried, was it bringing him his medication or helping him around the house, you never left his side.

Gavi‘s parents decided to stay in Barcelona until after his surgery, trying to organize everything for their son.

Your boyfriend settled down in his own house, his living room was now transformed into his bedroom to avoid walking up the stairs. You still had your own apartment, but abandoned it quickly, when Gavi asked you with tear stained cheeks to stay with him.

The weeks dragged by slowly and it seemed like whole Barcelona was suffering. The weather was gloomy, the football club lost game after game and Gavi still could barely walk without his crutches.

During that time, Gavi knew he wasn’t being the best boyfriend, his mental health has suffered a lot from this situation. Nevertheless you always cheered him up, encouraged him to go to his recovery sessions even though it was just so difficult. Gavi tried to show you he appreciated everything that you’ve done, even telling you how sorry he was for how your relationship was pushed aside due to his injury. He knew he wasn’t as loving, as caring as before, but Gavi wanted to make sure you‘d know how special you were to him and how much he loved you.

You were relieved he was the one coming up with this conversation and you were now a 100% sure Gavi was the one you would want to spend the rest of your life with. A few tears were shed that December night, as it also affected you mentally.

After both expressed their worries and now being on the same page, it felt like somebody turned a switch.

Gavi smiled again from time to time and he came home from his recovery session much more motivated. Christmas was coming and you spent half of it with the Paèz family, just you six (if we add Javi to the equation.)

Gavi got the green light to walk without his crutches, also feeling more comfortable in going out again, strolling around the streets of Barcelona. Overall he enjoyed being allowed to do more, gaining back his energetic demeanor day by day. He paid extra attention to give back the love and care you gave him the past month, be it a spontaneous date night where he cooked for you, grabbing flowers on the way back from recovery or just wake you up in the most beautiful way possible - with loads of kisses.

It almost felt like everything was fine again, except that Gavi watched the games from the stands instead of being on the pitch. It still made him grumpy to be sidelined, but you would catch him when he started spiraling again.

January went by much faster and instead of gloomy, dull weather, Barcelona was sunny. Gavi tried to be outside as much as he could, because apparently „sunshine keeps bad thoughts away“ as you called it ever so often. Sometimes, you couldn’t accompany him on his short walks but he always thought about you. You were the girl who kept him going, who helped him not fall into a depression.

That day, Gavi walked home convinced to need you by his side forever.

He walked to your apartment, knocking softly before you opened the door confused but happy to see your boyfriend.

„Gavi? I thought you were on a walk.“ You said surprised as you were in the middle of a study session.

He embraced you with his strong arms, leading you inside again.

„Move in with me. Please.“ He blabbered, looking down into your eyes.

You were shocked at first, knowing you never really talked about taking such a step yet, but smiled widely nevertheless.

„That’s a bit sudden, where does that come from?“ You had asked him. Gavi‘s sudden question took you right by surprise.

„You’re always here for me. Especially in the last few months you were the only one who kept me going, who motivated me, who was there for me even though I wasn’t for you. I realized I want to be with you forever and as you already live at my place 50 percent of the time, I thought you could move in completely.“ He exclaimed, his voice filled with passion and excitement.

Two weeks later you were all moved in, enjoying to see Gavi every second of the day.

He made incredible progress, meaning stage two of his recovery began. It was the most fragile and difficult stage, but Gavi knew he had great support waiting for him at home.

His motivation fell a bit again, as the recovery was much harder now. Still, his mindset changed, thanks to you. He rather thought he was day closer of being on the pitch again instead of being one day longer into his recovery.

„Bebé why are you smiling so much?“ Gavi asked, standing next to you as the group took a break from hiking. You didn’t notice until you bumped into your boyfriend’s shoulder.

„I thought about you, you’re the complete opposite from a few months ago.“ You said in a lower voice, not wanting the other guys listen to what you were saying.

Gavi only smiled and kissed your forehead softly.

„You‘ve made incredible progress, you should be proud.“

„Stop you’re making me blush in front of them!“ Gavi snickered, pulling you against him „But I couldn’t have done it without you“