#pablo gavi fluff

[pedriache]

Calling after me — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Pablo had a ... different relationship. You had all the perks of one, staying together for days on end, practically living together, stolen kisses, but you hadn't yet crossed the line to dating. After Gavi's return back playing, he is certain he's ready to take the next step.

Word count: 720+

Disclaimer/s: fluff ! also this was meant to be replied to a request “a gavi flick??” but i accidentally posted instead of saving to drafts ..

A/N: GAVI’S SOOO FUCKING BACK IM SUCH A HAPPY CAMPER.

The match had just ended. And by just, well, that meant a few hours ago, but Gavi was already at your door step, knocking aggressively on your apartment door. You knew it was him because he did what he liked to call, ‘his special knock’ which consisted of three rapid knocks, and then a cycle of one, two, three, four, and repeat.

Tugging on a hoodie, his hoodie, you open the door with a long sigh. A smile creeps onto your face though, “hey, congrats on the win.”

Gavi is quick to step inside, “hey.” He says softly, closing the door behind him before he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

Your cheeks hurt by the time you two get to the living room, Gavi’s pecks across your face only sent a strong case of the butterflies straight to your stomach.

“You did good today, how did it feel to be back on the pitch?” You hum against his lips.

The brunette reaches one hand up to push a stray strand from your face, eventually coming down to cup your jaw. “It felt amazing.” He clears his throat, “and i’ve been thinking…” He trails off, eyes flickering between yours.

Your heart thumps in your chest, meeting his eyes. “About..?” Your fingers trace his knuckles, urging him to speak.

“Us.” He says simply. “I told you I wasn’t ready for anything serious, but after I got off the pitch, I realized I don’t know why I was holding out. I want you, I want us, and more specifically, I want it public.”

If he hadn’t been holding you so tightly against him, you definitely wouldn’t keeled over. Your brain went fuzzy and your cheeks ached. “Yeah?” You force out, all other words caught in your throat.

“Oh yeah.” He nods assuringly, his head dipping down to capture your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. Only pulling away to press a kiss to your forehead. “So? Thoughts?”

Tilting your head up, you laugh lightly. “Do you really need me to give you them? I think my answer is pretty obvious.”

Gavi chuckles, “I know that, but I would like to hear it.”

Giving in, you sigh. “I have been waiting for this moment for months. So, the answer is if you’re all in, then I am all in.” Your fingers trail down his hand to lightly take hold of his wrist, which sent a tingle up Gavi’s spine.

“Good. I’m glad.” There’s three beats of silence, in which the two of you simply stare at each other. “This does mean you’re my girlfriend now, right?”

Amusement flashes across your face, “obviously, you idiot. I’m all yours.”

A low groan escapes Gavi’s lips, “God that is so good to hear.” He sighs, hands dropping back to your waist. “Now about our living arrangements...”

“Slow your damn roll.” You laugh, head tipping back. Gavi watches your face closely, his eyes shining with adoration. “Now, I was just about to make dinner. You up for a celebratory meal?”

“Depends, what are you making?”

You shrug, “whatever you’re hungry for.” You internally groan, recognizing how that sounded, and just how boyish your boyfriend was. The slow growing smirk on his face already proving just exactly what you knew.

“Well..”

“Food. Human food. Food I can cook.” You quirk your eyebrows, removing his grip from your waist, eliciting a groan from Gavi’s lips.

“Aw, come on!” He whines out your name, calling after you as you make a hasty retreat to the kitchen. Gavi walks after you, following your giggles all the way. “Pasta would be great!”

“Any specific kind?” You ask over your shoulder. “I have chicken defrosting already, might as well use it.”

“Chicken Alfredo?” Gavi quirks up, “that sounds amazing right now, actually.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.” You spin around on your heels, squeaking when you realize Gavi was in fact right behind you. He swiftly grips your waist and pulls you to his chest. “Hey! I’m trying to start making dinner!”

“Just another kiss, that’s all I want.” He pouts, leaning his head to the side, giving you a look you couldn’t resist.

Pushing yourself up onto your tip toes, you give him just what he wanted. One final kiss so you could make your new boyfriend the dinner he deserved.

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[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Barça Boy

♥ masterlist

♥ pairing: pablo gavi x fem!driver!sainz!reader

♥ synopsis: for as long as you can remember your older brother carlos sainz has been a loyal fan of the football team real madrid. you were an f2 driver who never took your mind off of your own sport; that was until carlos brought you to a barcelona v real madrid game and you fell for a player on the opposing team.

♥ smau - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!

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yourusername I've been kidnapped (not clickbait)

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carlossainz55 I'm literally taking you to a madrid game

yourusername exactly 😔

user60 you should be greatful

user60 I'd kill to have those tickets

user71 she's always so ungrateful 🙄

user80 celebrities that don't know anything about the sport getting shit for free pisses me off

user6 @/user80 pretty sure Carlos payed for the two of their tickets but go off

user56 @/user80 not sure she even counts as a 'celebrity'

user7 NEED me some sombas

user8 im obsessed with their dynamic

user2 the sainz siblings >>>

landonorris @/carlossainz55 take me with you next time

user5 aww carlando dates

user3 gonna need a carlando football landolog asap

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"Could you at least pretend like you're watching?" Carlos said, gazing at you as you scrolled through your phone.

You clicked the device off and slid it into your pocket.

"I'm sorry Carlos I'm just not really as interested in this as you are..." you paused. "I mean if I want to make it into F1 I gotta train right? I should be on the sim right now."

"C'mon," he groaned. "You're a Sainz, of course you're going to make it. Relax a little. Enjoy the game, please?"

You rubbed your eyes and sighed, "I'll try."

You crossed your arms and watched the game unfold. One of the Barcelona players scored a goal and went sprinting past you into a knee slide. He really caught your eye and you couldn't help but watch him the rest of the match.

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carlossainz55 up for adoption: Y/n. Formula 2 driver and FC Barcelona apologist. Former Sainz.

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fcbarcelona we'll adopt you y/n

yourusername do I get a kit?

pablogavi you can have one of mine

yourusername @/pablogavi 🤭

user9 THE @ IS CRAZY

carlossainz55 😐

user7 GAVIIIII

user5 find yourself a man who will love you even when you wear sunglasses with hot sauce (possibly ketchup?) bottles on them

user8 former sainz 😭

user12 "barcelona apologist" 💀

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yourusername I guess I'm a culer now. thanks for the kit @/pablogavi it fits perfectly 😘

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pablogavi look who I found

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user6 carlos’ face 😭

user50 thought you were “too busy” for football 😐

user61 no way gavi is settling for her

user2 no bc she’s so pretty 😍

user9 they’re literally the cutest couple

user1 those family reunions are gonna be awkward tho lmao

prema_team its good to see you gavi :)

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user12 he’s my favorite wag

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yourusername signed a contract with ferrari next season. I’ll see you on the grid big bro @/carlossainz55

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pablogavi estoy orgulloso de ti hermosa (I'm proud of you beautiful)

yourusername gracias mi amor

user7 so cute 🥹

user8 if I knew thirsting over him on main worked I woulda tried it years ago 😔

user6 madridista v culer war ferrari edition

user10 “my girlfriend is hotter than you” true 🤷‍♀️

carlossainz55 congrats or whatever

yourusername you know you love me

[paucubarsisimp]

yearbook yearning

pairing: pablo gavi x reader

summary: in which pablo finds your 7th grade yearbook where he finds a very intriguing comment about him...

warnings: none!

a/n: js found my 7th grade yearbook and i saw this little message from my friend and came up with this idea! 😭😭

the sun was setting outside your window, painting your childhood bedroom in warm gold. pablo was stretched out on your bed, one arm behind his head, the other scrolling aimlessly through his phone. he looked way too comfortable there—like he belonged. like this wasn’t his first time hanging out in your tiny teenage space, surrounded by old posters and fairy lights you never took down.

you were sitting on the floor next to a half-opened cardboard box, pulling out old notebooks and birthday cards and laughing to yourself every couple of minutes.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, glancing up.

you held up a glitter-covered yearbook, the kind schools used to hand out with cheesy superlatives and poorly edited photos. “found my seventh grade yearbook. this thing is cursed.”

pablo’s eyes lit up immediately. “give it.”

“no.”

“give it,” he repeated, already rolling off the bed to sit beside you. “you’re not keeping that kind of content from me.”

you tried to hold it out of reach, but it was pointless. he was taller. and stronger. and way too interested.

“this is gonna be amazing,” he muttered, flipping it open. “okay, where are you... oh my god.” he burst out laughing, holding up a class photo. “wait, is this you?”

you groaned. “yep. the one with the braces and the very unfortunate headband.”

“you look like a cute little nerd with the glasses and braces.”

you shoved him lightly. “i was thirteen.”

“adorable,” he grinned, still flipping through.

you thought maybe he’d get bored and move on, but then he got really quiet.

too quiet.

you looked up and immediately knew something was wrong.

“no,” you said quickly, reaching for the yearbook. “don’t—”

he held it out of reach and smirked.

“‘always chase your dreams (gavi) ❤️ — naia.’”

you closed your eyes. “i hate everything.”

pablo laughed—like, full belly laughed—before looking at you like he just found out his favorite secret.

“wait. wait. you had a crush on me back then?”

“i didn’t write it,” you argued, snatching the book back and slamming it shut. “naia did. because she knew i had a thing for you and she thought it was funny.”

“so you were out here in middle school fangirling over me while i was getting red cards on tv?”

“i was like thirteen. it was a celebrity crush. it doesn’t count.”

he leaned in, grinning. “nah, it definitely counts. you manifested this.”

“you’re insufferable.”

he bumped your shoulder with his. “so, what, you had pictures of me saved in your phone?”

“i had a folder,” you admitted, deadpan.

he choked on his own laugh. “no you didn’t.”

“yep. i even named it 'love of my life.’”

“you’re actually killing me.”

“good.”

he leaned back against the bed, still smiling to himself. “i love this so much. you really went from daydreaming about me to dating me. middle school you would lose her mind.”

you snorted. “she’d cry. scream. faint.”

he glanced over at you, his voice softer now. “you know what’s wild? when i first got signed, i used to joke with the guys about whether girls were ever gonna have posters of me on their walls. never thought one of them would end up being my girlfriend.”

you didn’t say anything for a second—just looked at him, warm and quiet.

then you said, “i guess we both got what we wanted.”

he reached out and took your hand, thumb brushing over your knuckles. “guess we did.”

and just when it was getting sweet, he let go and picked the yearbook back up.

“okay but seriously,” he said, flipping back to the message. “i’m framing this.”

“pablo—”

“i’m gonna hang it in the living room.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

he grinned, leaning in close enough that your noses almost touched. “and yet... dream come true.”

you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling too.

because honestly?

he kinda was.

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✮ Fútbol Play - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: your husband and daughter play football together, but he wont let her win.

a/n: who else is in love with dad gavi 🙋‍♀️

warnings: 0

“mamá,” julia whined softly, clutching onto your hand. “papá is being mean again.”

you chuckled knowing what pablo was like. “what’s he doing amoricto?” you said, crouching down and tucking her brown curls behind her ear.

“he’s not letting me win!” she pouted, “he says i’m too bad at football…”

just as though he heard you both, gavi waltzed in with the ball loosely in his arms, grinning widely and dragging his muddy trainers onto the lament.

“hey niña, why did you run off? i thought we were playing.” pablo questions gently to the little girl hiding behind your shoulder.

“no! only you were playing,” she said in defense. “you don’t even let me touch the ball!”

you stifled a laugh at your daughter bickering with your husband for his agressive remarks. even for his child he didn’t change.

“pablo maybe you should just let her win some,” you suggested with a grin, whilst shooting him a knowing look.

“yeah! you should!” julia squeaked back at him.

“what? and lose my winning streak?” he scoffed playfully, letting the ball fall from his hands to cross them over his chest.

julia only frowned at your husband, muttering silly words like matón and malo quietly to herself.

“let her win,” you mouthed over to him. “don’t be so mean.”

gavi teasingly rolled his eyes, then began padding closer to the two of you on the floor.

“jules?”

“mmpf!” she grunted back at him, turning away to face the bottom of the counters.

“i’m sorry hermosa.”

julia stayed firm. she didn’t wince, didn’t move.

he then grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and pulling you in for a light kiss. “i’ll take mamá out to play with me if you don’t.”

the sly side-eye she gave him made you grin, still facing him with her back. “no.. you won’t.”

a carbon copy of her dad.

stubborn.

“oh yeah?” pablo challenged, heaving you up from the ground and into his breadth arms. “c’mon bebè—”

“nooo!” she suddenly yelled, running to hit him on his knee and grasping onto your hand again.

“mamá is mine,” julia huffed, now wrapping her arms around your leg. “she’s not yours anymore.”

he tutted, repeatedly tapping his foot on the ground. “i mean, agree to disagree.” you could of punched him yourself as of now, cheeks flushed.

“it was a secret—she told me last night that she prefers me.” he teased, earning a scolding from you.

“really?” julia gasped, gleaming her beady hazel eyes up at you. just as you had predicted. pablo had already taught her how to use them against you.

i mean, fair play. you expected it to be later.

“no.. i’m both of yours, vale?”

“nuh-uh! he doesn’t deserve you mamà, he’s a meanie!” your daughter frowned, squinting her eyes at her father to appear mad.

“am not.”

“are too.”

he sighed. “bueno preciosa, we should play a game to see who loves mamá more, deal?”

“deal!” she quickly released her left arm from you and outstretched to her dad. “if i win, i love her more. you win and you love her more.”

OUTSIDE. “mamá, you watch sí?” she shouted to you from the other end of the garden. “si, si.”

you rested comfortably on the silk of grass, threading dandelion flowers through one another to create a chain. you might aswell get comfy, this was gonna be a long game.

the first 20 or so minutes, your husband was recklessly firing goals at your poor girl in goal; scoring 8 out of the 11 he shot.

although, she seemed quite composed and relaxed as the score was 8-7 to pablo. generally speaking, the score would have been 20-3 if you didn’t remind him to go easy on her.

it was julia’s turn for the next kick. pablo was stood defensively in goal, bouncing on his heels.

“watch this mom!” she tried to, subtly, half whisper across to you, a cheeky smile curving on her lips. she took a few steps back and swept strands of her hair away from her sticky face.

as jules went to kick the ball, she accidentally stepped forward before kicking it, sending it flying past gavi’s reach, in the bottom corner of the net.

“tramposa,” (cheater) he shouted, quickly swerving up from the grass; the muscles in his face contracting. “you’re cheating jules!”

“haha, daddy is a loserr!” she mocked, pointing and giggling at him. you couldn’t resist to laugh too. the grown nature of a man, 20 years old, getting angry at losing to a 4year old girl.

mocking him when he loses..

she learnt from the best.

pablo snorted, now chasing her with open arms. “c’mere you!”

she continued to scream; tried to outrun her father, hoping to reach you in time. “mamaaà,” she wailed, the panic in her eyes laughable.

“quick! quick jules!” you urged, subtly shuffling closer to her without having pablo kick up a fuss.

she swiftly jumped into your arms, tightly fisting your shirt and snuggling her head into your stomach, quirking her brows up at him.

you chuckled again at how she surprisingly outran gavi, something that you would definitely—now—wind him up about. “she’s already faster than you. that didn’t take long.”

“okay, that’s it,” he warned, before pushing you mellowly down on the grass, tickling both you of you until all you were spouting were pleads.

“papá stooopp!” she giggled, trying to smack away his hand.

you laugh with her, even by looking at the utter frown on his face. “you should get used to this angel, he does this when he doesn’t win.”

“ey!”

pablo crushed ontop of you both until julia wriggled out from under his weight and nestled on the right side of your chest, with gavi on your right.

he enveloped one arm around you, his other around his daughter and held you both close to him.

“las amo a las dos chicas,” (i love you both my girls) pablo said mid-laugh, placing a wet kiss on your cheek, and unstyling julia’s hair.

all three of you lay on the grass of your garden, keeping eachother near and warm, enjoying the wave of silence before they began chasing each other round again and screaming like monsters.

moments like this you cherished. the two people you loved most in the world right next to you. it’s an honest thing to say you’d be lost without them.

pablo cleared his throat, shuffling his head closer along your shoulder. “so..”

“rematch?”

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if you are taking requests can u write one where since gavi as been bulking up recently and his arms are literally huge reader is obsessed with his new physique and complements him and he gets all shy and complements her too just loads of fluff basically

So strong —Pablo Gavi.

summary: request.

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, jokes.

words count: +1.2k

Your eyes glide over the letters of the paragraphs of the book you were holding in your hands while listening to the shower in the background, your boyfriend had just arrived from his dinner with his teammates and had gone to take a shower before coming to bed.

Tonight you had decided to stay home in bed all day while you caught up on your reading, which you had abandoned a few weeks ago. You listened as Gavi came out of the bathroom, as you felt the shower stop and came all the way back into the room, moving around.

You were reading quietly when your gaze lifted from the sheets and focused on your boyfriend's bare back. You froze for a few seconds as you noticed his tense, tight muscles and marked muscles on his pale skin, feeling an electric current run through your body. Your eyes were slyly darting around the room following your boyfriend as he rearranged his workout bag and folded his clothes, looking for room in his closet. You bit your lip as you watched his muscles ripple with every movement he made. As he raised his hands, his strong muscles were perfectly in view and made you sigh in love.

Gavi had been training hard since his injury, he spent day and night in the gym trying to build up his muscles and killing the time he was off the court, now his work was showing and he had been truly admiring. He had become much stronger, his back wider and more muscular, his arms had increased in mass, his neck wider and harder and also his abdomen had taken on more shape.

He really did look fucking sexy.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he turned and saw you lost in him.

You finally blinked shaking your head. You smiled slightly at him and he approached the bed with a smile. You shyly put your head back down to the book and tried to resume your reading but it was impossible when you felt him take your attention. He climbed up the front of the bed, starting to crawl over the mattress until he was close to you.

"Hi" he murmured flirtatiously when his face was close to you.

Your hands let go of the book, resting it on your chest and you cupped his face in your hands.

"Hi handsome" you greeted.

His lips kissed yours softly for a few seconds, quiet, soft and warm. It was like a greeting kiss, you hadn't seen him so much this day and you had missed your boyfriend while he was out.

His body lay on top of your legs, lying between them and making room on your belly covered by the sheets. He smiled as you broke apart from your kiss and you bit your lip as you saw his back on you, his naked torso pressed against your body and you could see from above his muscular back.

The urge to feel his skin took over and you sighed as you admired your boyfriend's work.

Your hands slide down his neck gently caressing his whitish skin, to start moving down his broad back, feeling under your fingers his beefy muscles warm from the shower he had just taken.

"Your muscles have gotten stronger" you whisper as you feel her hard skin. Gavi looks up and smirks.

"Was that what you were seeing when I asked you?" he asked laughing.

"Yes, I was shocked" you laughed with him.

"You were drooling" he mocked again. And you opened your mouth in offense.

Of course you were. Your boyfriend was perfectly sensual and his body was a work of art, like any good person you would admire his work and die for it.

Gavi long a giggle at the sight of you and hugged your belly again, while your fingers kept leaving little touches along his skin. Intertwining his moles as if they were stars, joining them as if you were drawing patterns on his skin. Pablo sighed in relief as he felt your fingers gently caressing him, he was relaxed on you, calm and expectant. His eyes relaxed, enjoying the path of your warm touches on his skin as his arms wrapped tighter around your body, pulling you in.

"I was actually imagining something..." you whisper after a while caressing him, pretending to be flirtatious. Gavi opens his eyes curiously and lifts his head back up to you.

A small smile appeared on your lips and his confused gaze watched you constantly, waiting for your answer.

"I was thinking about... what it would feel like to be strangled by those arms" you murmured bringing your hands to his arms.

Gavi opened his eyes hiding a mischievous smile but he was a bit surprised to say.

"So strong, so muscular... so hot" With each word you were squeezing his arms a little tighter and speaking with a certain hint of sweetness.

Her gaze becomes a little more shy as you notice his processing your words, with a little redness in his cheeks. It was probably the craziest thing you've ever said and it also embarrasses you. A nervous little laugh leaves your lips and Gavi shakes his head laughing.

"You naughty little girl" he says playfully with an amused look. "What things have you been reading lately baby?" he teases again, trying to take the book to your chest but you held it tightly with a laugh.

His laughter gets a little louder as you raise your eyebrow with a grimace and laugh too. Your hands continue to wrap around his skin as his hands take the book from your chest and he closes it, pushing it aside.

"So you really want me to hang you?" he asks when your eyes look up at him.

You smile shaking your head but you didn't say yes or no.

"Just a thought" you joke with a grimace.

Your cheeks are turning redder but you are no longer embarrassed. It was clearly a joke to take advantage of the moment but you were really enjoying your views.

He lets out a laugh again and your stomach churns with joy. Hearing his laughter is like your favorite song and seeing him so happy makes you proud. Your hands return to his face and you admire it in detail, his relaxed face is a work of art.

"I knew you'd like to see me like this but I didn't think you'd fantasize about me hanging you" he says teasingly again and you squint, pretending to be offended.

But then you smile proudly.

"I'm proud of you" you murmur sincerely. "You've gotten so strong, honey"

All kidding aside, you were proud of her work. Gavi had been preparing for his return to the court and you were really glad he was finally able to overcome his injury, he was destined to be a great player. His mentality, his body, his heart. Watching him deal with an injury as complex as the one he had was like watching him grow and you're so proud that Gavi was able to pull through and become even stronger. He is ready to come back and show the world who he is.

"Thanks to you, baby" Gavi whispers as his nose gently makes contact with yours. "I'm stronger because of you"

A huge smile appears on your lips and spreads it to your boyfriend. His eyes take off little bright sparkles that make you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Show me how strong you are?" you ask somewhat amused, wrinkling your nose.

"Delighted" he replies also laughing again and giving you an accomplice look that makes you shiver.

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Cherry on Top

Gavi X Physiotherapist! reader (birthday special!)

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: suggestive content!

A/N: I am back once again with more self indulgent fics for my baby boo thang's birthday !!!

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"Doctoraaa! When are you coming home? I'm withering away from boredom and loneliness."

You could practically hear his pout through the phone, imagining him sprawled out on the couch with his feet in the air.

"Gaviraaa I am studying so that I can graduate on time! Or do you want me to keep making a student salary forever?" You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder, still furiously typing away at your sample notes for your advisor.

"What are you even studying? You basically run our whole club's rehab program by yourself. What else do they need to test you on?"

That was actually an excellent question. It was coming up on the two year anniversary since you had become a Barca employee, and you had almost fully taken the reigns. Dr. Gonzalez had checked out, waiting for you to get your degree so that he could finally retire. Nicolas was a good assistant, but was still heavily lacking in his ability to make quick decisions, so he was stuck doing basic PT most of the time. The show was essentially yours to run.

"This last year is testing my leadership ability and teaching skills. When I graduate, I will start running the intern program at the club, and so they have to make sure I can correct staff mistakes."

Your typing was getting progressively louder as you continued angrily editing the note in front of you.

"Take this idiot Aaron. He has not written a single coherent note since he got assigned as my mentoring project. If he were an employee he would have been fired weeks ago. But since this is a "training and learning" opportunity or whatever, I have to fix all his notes and send him the edits so he can learn."

You heard shifting on the other end of the line, and then a soft thud followed by some whispered profanity.

"Pablo please don't injure yourself."

"Maybe it will bring you home faster. Oh no my other ACL!"

Despite his giggle, you went quite on the other side of the line. The day of Pablo's injury had been one of the worst of your life. He had been playing for the national team, so you had no choice but to stare at your TV through glassy eyes, utterly and completely helpless. One of your friends literally had to prevent you from collapsing (though to this day you maintain that it was dehydration, not hysteria). He had called you from the sideline, and the pain in his voice just made you break further.

"I need you."

You had been waiting at the airport to receive him, official team gear on in an attempt to distract fans from the fact that you were fully embracing him and crying into his shoulder. You had almost gone insane in the lead up to his surgery, triple checking the credentials of everyone involved. You stayed by his bed for his entire stay, spending most days and night making sure he wore his brace and didn't make any stupid decisions. It was on one of these nights, when you were once again complaining about not having your favorite undereye cream at his house, that he once again asked you his favorite question.

"Why don't you just move in?"

As usual, you brushed the comment off. Gavi had been asking you to move in weekly for over a year now, always unfortunately dead serious. There was an innocence and simplicity in the way Pablo say the world that you wished you could emulate. He liked you, he was comfortable around you, and he wanted you to live with him. Simple, right?

But it terrified you. You loved Gavi, probably more than anything else in your life. But long withstanding trauma lives up to its name of being long withstanding. That feeling that the expiration date of your perfect relationship was approaching? That never went away. It was like the more time you spent with Gavi, the more you were terrified that he was going to figure out what was wrong with you, why no one could love you until this point in time, and run for the hills. Your apartment was the one space you still had to be irate and disgusting and genuinely yourself without being afraid of scaring him. And it would make it much easier when he eventually broke up with you to date a pop star or a model or Pedri.

"I'm being serious, princesa. You're here every night. You spend more time here than at your own place. You barely sleep in your own bed because you're just obsessed with me and want to take care of me all the time."

"Pablo, we've talked about this..."

"Yes," he said, sitting up and opening his arms in a gesture for you to come cuddle with him. "We have. Back when we had only been together for only three months and we didn't know if you would be able to put up with me."

"Hey!"

"Let me finish." He hugged you closer to his chest, resting his chin on your head and rubbing slow circles into your skin. It was hard to maintain your composure when you were like this, feeling the warmth radiating off his skin and the pressure of his lips kissing your crown every so often.

"We've been together for a year and a half now. I've seen you in bad moods, heard your yelling, plucked your chin hairs-"

He restrained you from getting up, giggling at your embarrassment. He really was the most adorable little thing on the planet.

"I've seen you at your lowest points. Which, admittedly mi amor, were not that low. I saw a tiktok of this guy who had to pull out his girlfriend's tampon. This could be much worse. Hey, look at me."

You turned over, your chest pressed to Pablo's as he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. You had learned how to do this in the last year, how to steel yourself under his intense gaze. Pablo Gavi looked at you like he was in the presence of a divine being, eyes big and soft and filled to the brim with adoration. He looked at you like just your image was all he needed to keep breathing.

"I love you. So much that sometimes I don't know what to do with it. I want you to move in so I can take care of you, and so that it's easier to let you take care of me. I want to annoy you with my morning training alarm and make you coffee and maybe mess up your laundry when I try to do the washing."

"This is not a convincing argument so far, baby."

"I just want to live with you. And be around you. And hold you like a weighted teddy bear while I sleep."

"What if you get tired of me being around all the time?" You asked between smooshed cheeks, finally losing your ability to maintain his stare.

Gavi refused to even dignify the question with a verbal response, instead letting go of your face to lift the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over your head. Your cheek was practically burning up pressed against his abs, still defined and solid despite days of immobility.

"Doctora, this is how close I want you to be. At all times. I am about to sew you to my torso. So will you please move in?"

And it was then that you agreed to it. Now the house was littered with so much merch on the walls and shelves it looked like a sports store, but it was yours. A home. You spent months taking care of Gavi, from driving him to appointments to at-home physiotherapy sessions. You took every opportunity to place a gentle kiss on the scar on his knee (ya know, when you were down there ;) ) and avoided all clips that showed him in pain.

"Come on, Doctora. I'm okay."

"I know, I know... it's just not a memory I can bring myself to joke about. Not while you're still in recovery."

"I'm sorry, amor. Can you come home and scold me about it?"

You groaned again, resisting the urge to slam your head into your keyboard. The progress notes were really terrible.

"And besides, you need to finish packing."

This was true. In about 6 hours, you and Gavi would be on a plane for his birthday trip to Ibiza. He had been buzzing with excitement about his birthday trip for months now, eager to take you someplace where there would be nothing to distract the two of you. Just perfect sand and perfect sea for a perfect weekend. He had talked about going farther than Spain this year, maybe Italy or at least Portugal, but injuries have a great way of canceling travel plans.

You reluctantly agreed, telling Pablo you would be home in about 30 minutes, before you began to tidy your workspace. You sent a polite yet pointed email to Aaron (with the head of department CC'ed) explaining that the work was too terrible to be corrected, and he should clear up some time in September to train with you before the season began in earnest and you would be too busy to teach him how to spell "bradycardia".

It was always a humbling experience to pull into the driveway and park your beat up little car next to Gavi's team-sponsored beauty. You were dreading the day he upgraded to something nicer - the neighbors would start thinking that someone was there to rob him. He was already standing at the door smiling wide when you pulled in. He walked up to your door, grabbing all your bags and ushering you inside away from the heat. This had become a regular for Gavi - tracking your location to greet you the second you arrived - so there was really no need to question it anymore. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, eternally grateful for the gentleness he showed you. After a quick yet heated rant about the incompetence of some of the students in your program, you headed upstairs to continue packing.

"Pablo, you think I need to pack more than two dresses?" You asked, looking over the satins and crocheted pieces that your friend ensured you was "totally in".

"I don't think you need to pack any dresses. Or even clothes for that matter."

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, who was leaning casually against the doorframe.

"Am I supposed to be naked for the whole trip?"

"Not the whole trip. Just pack some bikinis for during the day and some cute underwear for the night. The outfit you wear to the airport should be more than enough incase we ever need to leave." He walked over to where you stood in contemplation, arms wrapping tightly around your waist, and his head resting on your shoulder in the perfect position to kiss your neck.

"Be serious, Pablo. What if we want to go for a nice dinner for your birthday? I can't go in a thong or in my plane sweats."

He didn't stop his attack on your neck for an instant, addicted to the warmth and taste of your skin on his tongue.

"Mi amor, mi sol, mi vida - at the risk of being vulgar, I have to say that you will be the nice dinner on my birthday."

Your eyes went wide at this statement, and suddenly you were glad for his arms there to keep you upright.

"I don't even think I have more than one bikini that still fits."

At this, Gavi released you, running to the closet with your yells to slow down behind him (if you had a euro for every time you told him not to run in socks, you could pay off the club's debt). He came shuffling back out with a large black bag, which he promptly dumped out onto the comforter. There were at least ten swimwear sets in various colors and prints, ranging from polka dots to stripes to... was that cheetah print?

"I picked these out the other day. Well, actually, that's a lie. I sent your size to Aurora, and she placed the order online and I just picked up the bag at the store. Can you imagine what Instagram would do with pictures of me buying lingerie?"

"But there's no lingerie here?"

"Fuck." He scampered off once again, returning with another bag to repeat his previous actions. This time the contents were much more sultry, with dark silks and satins staring back up at you. Mainly reds and blacks littered the pale covers.

"Pablo, you shouldn't have. This is too sweet! But we are only going for three days. There's like a month worth of stuff here."

"Are you planning on never going out again after this trip? Just pick your favorites for this weekend. The rest will be waiting for you when you get back, just in case we ever go to the pool or you want to surprise your football star boyfriend by wearing these to work."

You couldn't even be mad at his words when your heart was so full from his gesture. Pablo was always buying you things - that was nothing new. But you had been worrying for days about not looking good on this trip, not having anything new to wear, and he took that burden off your shoulders.

"So I can pick any of these? They look expensive."

"Ay Doctora, don't upset me. Nothing is worth more than your happiness. I do have one request though."

"Yes, mi amor?"

"You have to wear this one on my birthday," he said while reaching past you to pick up a white bikini with red cherries printed all over.

"Why is that?"

"Because you're like the cherry on top of my birthday cake. You always look good, but I want you to look irresistible."

"Okay, let's relax that's a lot of talk for a- oh my God." Your eyes widened, and you grabbed Pablo's face with a dropped jaw.

"Are you okay?"

"Oh my God."

"You said that already."

"Pablo!"

"Yes, princesa?"

"An adult. You're going to be an adult tomorrow. As in not a teenager."

"We arrive at like 11pm so it's more like I won't be a teenager anymore tonig- are you crying?"

"I'm not going to have a teenage boyfriend anymore!" You threw your arms around him, hugging him so tightly there was a fear of his ribs cracking.

"I feel like I should be offended by this statement."

~

"3...2...1... Happy 20th birthday Pablito!" You said softly, a single cupcake with a lit candle on the top held before the birthday boy. It was the same as the previous year (iykyk), but this time with a red and yellow swirl to match the Spanish national team.

"Thank you, mi vida." He closed his eyes, deep in thought regarding his wish, and blew out the candle. He scooped up a dollop of frosting, placing it on your lips before kissing it gently away.

"I can't believe I get to spend another birthday with you," he whispered out, scared that anything louder would destroy the gentle atmosphere around the two of you.

After sharing more sugary kisses, you fell asleep on Pablo's chest, soothed to sleep by his slow heart beat and rhythmic breathing. You woke before him, placing a kiss on his forehead before getting up to dress, snickering quietly at his snoring. The poor boy was so exhausted. You put on the swimsuit he had picked for you, the material fitting you stunningly. You looked at yourself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. The white and red complemented your skin, your hair framing your face still bare and slightly puffed with the remnants of sleep. Gavi's necklace dangled between your collar bones, the metal cool on your skin. Everything on your body was an expression of love.

Stepping out of the bathroom in your bikini and wrap around skirt, you found the bed suspiciously empty. There was a light breeze coming from the terrace, where you found your boyfriend leaning shirtless on the railing. As if sensing your stare, he turned over his shoulder and wave you to join him. The sun was starting to shine in earnest, the smell of the ocean filling your senses. There was no place you would rather be.

"Good morning, beautiful. I know I asked you to wear that, but I almost want you to take it off. You look too good - I'm scared I'll have to beat every other man away with a stick."

He took a seat on one of the deck chairs, and you took your rightful place on his lap, arms around his neck.

"Good thing this strip of beach is private then."

Your lips found his in a deep kiss, fingers traveling to play with the short strands at the nape of his neck. It was an intoxicating thing to kiss Pablo Gavi. His plush lips molded perfectly to yours, bringing you in impossibly closer. He was always so eager, gently nibbling on your bottom lip whenever he could catch it, soft breaths and little whines spurring you on. Neither of you could bring yourselves to stop, tongues tangled like high schoolers as you made out in the early August sun. His hands were firm on your hips, more for his benefit than yours. He was eager to drag you to the sand, but knew neither of you would leave the room if he allowed your hips to act on their own accord. He relaxed back, allowing you to take the lead, and whimpered a little louder when you bit his lip. It was your giggling that broke the kiss, and you rested your forehead against his, breathless and chest heaving.

"Big Bad Gavi likes having his lip bit. Who would've thought?"

He whined again, finding the column of your neck and to town, nipping and sucking, unwilling to not have his lips and tongue occupied by you just yet. When you started digging into his biceps, he released you, admiring his handy work.

"Pablo people are going to see." You said, pout on your lips and big eyes trained on your boyfriend. He kissed your jutting bottom lip and lifted you off him.

"Like you said - good thing this beach is private."

~

Pablo had so many moments with you where he thought "she could never be more beautiful than this". The first was the first night you fell asleep on his couch, face peaceful with sleep. The next was under the stadium lights, as he thrust a trophy in your hands and lifted you above his shoulders. Then it was in some French hallway, in a ballgown with no heels as he kissed you senseless, finally brave enough to take what he wanted. In coffee shops and grocery store aisles and on his mattress, he always thought there was no possibility for you to be more stunning. But as you lay stretched out on the sand, eyes closed and muscles relaxed, he had the thought again. The sun tinted your skin slightly, making you gleam like a goddess that had just emerged from the sea. The bright white against your skin had Gavi tingling, wanting to remove the pure material and access what it was protecting.

Your hair was soaked, and you laid on your stomach in the sand to gain some color and dry off after the exertion of swimming with Gavi. The sun was phenomenal on your damp skin, and you had never been more at piece. You felt a hand creep up your back, and suddenly your chest wasn't as supported as it should have been.

"Pablo! Did you just undo my top?"

"I'm just unwrapping my present."

He brought you to sit on his lap once again, your loose top fighting to remain around your neck.

"How private is this beach?"

"You think I would let you go topless if there was a chance another soul would see?"

You felt like a teenager again, embarrassed and looking around frantically for someone who would catch you in such an act with your boyfriend.

"I heard beach sex sucks and I'm not eager to get sand in my vagina."

"We're not going to have sex on the beach. I may be more grown up, but I still like seeing boobs every once in a while."

"So you just want to look at them?"

"Among other things. You want to see my checklist?"

You wrapped your arms around his neck once again, kissing him deeply as he fully removed the fabric from your chest. He brought a hand to your back, pressing you against him, your breasts flush against his chest. It was a thrilling sensation, being topless and against your boyfriend with the sun beating down against you both.

Gavi laid back on the sound with you atop him, unclipping you hair to allow it to fall down your back. In your current situation, you were still covered enough to not face public indecency charges. He played with the strands of hair, weaving his fingers into the locks as his teeth caught your bottom lip and sucked on it like his favorite hard candy.

"I'm going to have sand in my hair."

"Guess we'll just have to take a bath together so I can wash it for you."

You kissed him again, his fingers trailing up your torso and brushing the sides of your boobs, sparking electricity in their path. It was so high school: topless on a beach, making out with your boyfriend. But made you stir low in your stomach, a mix of desire and the deepest form of love. You loved Pablo Gavi. You loved his little antics, you loved the pleasure he brought to every aspect of your life.

"Enjoying your birthday so far?" You asked, reluctantly pulling away from his lips, chest heaving against his. Gavi took the opportunity to grab your breasts and squeeze lightly, playing with them like it was his favorite activity in the world.

"More than I can even express."

He brought you against him, arms around you and bodied pressed together, and laid back down.

"So you just wanted to feel me up while we make out?"

"I want to feel you against me, mi amor. I want you to feel how hard my heart beats when I'm around you. I want to do everything that comes to my mind with you. Being topless on the beach. Ordering everything on the hotel menu. Skinny dipping at midnight. Every experience in my life is better when you're in it. I want to make every memory with you, so that when we're old and hold hands in our matching wheelchairs, I can say "Hey remember when we were hot and young and topless making out in Ibiza?" I want to do everything in the world with you."

You pressed your lips to his again, a deep kiss that winded the both of you.

"I love you, Pablo. Happy birthday."

"I love you more, Doctora."

~~~

Okay here it is!! Happy birthday to the love of my life, the light of my soul, Pablo Gavi. I love this boy more than I can express, and he represents so much good in my life. I hope his 20th year is filled with every happiness in the world.

As usual, please like, comment, reblog - all the good stuff. If you like this dynamic, I have a full 10 part series of these two idiots in my masterlist. I also have an ongoing Pedri series! Check that out if it's more your speed.

Please also take a moment to check out the links on my pinned post to help families in Palestine. If you don't have the money to donate but still want to help, every comment with a watermelon emoji under my pedri posts = $1 I donate on your behalf. I think that's all I have to say. Love y'all <3

xoxo, GUB

[clara-a7]

BARCA BOYS || 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢

彡CONTAINS ; pedri, pablo gavi, hector fort, pau cubarsi

彡SUMMARY ; you comfort them after their Champions League semi-final defeat

彡WARNINGS ; hurt, comfort, fluff

彡WORDS ; 950

彡DISCLAIMER ; Everything written here is FICTITIOUS.

彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; yeah... this defeat hit way too hard, so I coped the only way I know how, with some comfort fic.

⤷Pedri

The stadium lights still burned overhead when the final whistle blew, but to Pedri, everything felt dim.

Barça were out. One match away from the Champions League final, and it had slipped through their fingers.

He stayed on the pitch long after the others had disappeared down the tunnel hands on his hips, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the ground like it might offer him answers he couldn’t find in himself.

Almost an hour passed before you found him outside the locker room, still in his kit. His curls were damp with sweat, his shoulders tense, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say a word when he saw you.

Just walked forward slowly, and took his hand lightly in yours.

He didn’t say anything, just pulled you into his arms and held on like he needed you to breathe.

You rested your head against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of a heart that had given everything.

“I’m still proud of you,” you whispered.

He didn’t reply, but the way he buried his face in your hair told you he’d heard you and that it mattered more than he could say.

⤷Pablo Gavi

You found him outside, near the empty media zone, where the floodlights had begun to dim. The crowd was long gone, but the echo of the match still lingered in the air. He stood there alone, arms crossed, gaze fixed on a patch of concrete like it held the answers he didn’t have.

He heard your footsteps before you even said anything, but he didn’t turn around.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly. Too quickly.

You stopped beside him, not touching, just close enough that he could feel your presence if he wanted it. “I know that’s not true,” you said gently.

He stayed quiet, jaw clenched, eyes still on the ground. “I hate this,” he muttered. “Getting this far, and then... nothing.”

You could see the tension in his posture the way his shoulders were drawn tight, the way he kept shifting like he was trying to walk off frustration he couldn’t shake.

“You gave it everything,” you said quietly. “You always do.”

He finally glanced over at you, his expression unreadable but softer now. “Doesn’t feel like it was enough.”

“Maybe not tonight,” you replied. “But that doesn’t change who you are. Or how proud I am of you.”

He didn’t reach for you, but when you gently slid your hand into his, he didn’t pull away. His fingers curled around yours, a quiet acceptance of comfort.

“Can we just go?” he asked, voice low.

You nodded, giving his hand a light squeeze. “Of course,” you murmured.

⤷Hector Fort

You found him outside the stadium, tucked away in a quiet corner of the staff parking lot far from the noise, the interviews, the heavy silence of the locker room. His jacket was half-zipped, his hair damp from the shower, and his phone hung loosely in his hand, unread messages lighting up the screen.

He didn’t notice you at first, too deep in his own thoughts. Only when you called his name softly did he turn around.

His eyes met yours, and for a second, he looked like he might say something. But the words didn’t come.

So you stepped closer, your hand brushing lightly against his sleeve.

“Hector,” you said softly.

“I know,” he muttered. “I messed up. I should’ve done better.”

You shook your head and stepped closer, your shoulder brushing his. “You don’t have to start with that.”

He stayed quiet for a second, the noise of the city far in the background. Then he sighed. “It just sucks. We were so close.”

You reached out and let your hand rest gently on his arm. “It’s okay to feel like that. Shows how much you care.”

He looked at you then, really looked, like he wanted to believe you but wasn’t sure he could. “Didn’t really want you to see me like this.”

You gave him a small smile. “Yeah? Well, I’m still proud of you.”

He didn’t say much after that, but he let you take his hand. Held on a little tighter than he usually would, like maybe it helped just having you there.

⤷Pau Cubarsi

The replay wouldn’t stop playing in his head.

He saw it coming the Inter player cutting inside, surging toward the box. Pau sprinted to intercept, heart pounding. He lunged, desperate to stop what felt inevitable. His studs clipped the attacker’s boot. Just enough.

The whistle pierced the air.

Penalty.

The guilt hit before the ball even struck the net.

Long after the final whistle, Pau stood in the tunnel, back pressed to the cold concrete, arms crossed tight over his chest. His head was tipped up, like he was trying to blink away the tears before they fell.

You approached quietly. He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t move away either.

“I cost us the game,” he said, voice low, flat. “One second too late. One stupid decision.”

You didn’t deny it. You just reached for his hand, your thumb brushing slow circles over his knuckles.

“No, Pau. You did what any defender would’ve done.”

“It wasn’t enough,” he whispered. This time, his voice cracked.

You stepped closer, guiding his gaze to yours. “One mistake doesn’t erase everything you’ve done. One moment doesn’t define you.”

His jaw tensed. He wanted to believe you but couldn’t quite yet.

“You didn’t lose this alone,” you added gently. “And you don’t have to carry it alone either.”

His fingers curled tighter around yours. He didn’t speak just leaned into your touch, his body sagging under the weight he finally let someone else hold.

“Can you just… stay?”

You pulled him into your arms. “Of course.”

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[luvgavii]

the color violet - (pg6)

summary: your ex boyfriend picks you up from an event and takes you home.

warning: smut!!! minors do not interact!!

The only sound in your ear was the rain hitting the pavement of the Catalan city. Your hair and dress were drenched, your make up smeared and you held your heels in your hand while waiting for your ex boyfriend to pick you up. Why him? Well, it wasn't practical for someone as famous as you to take an Uber home in the middle of the night, was it?

Truthfully, you and Pablo could never quite stay away from the other. Ever since you two had broken up mutually, it felt like you two got along even better. You two were healthier, you didn't need to deal with his constant jealousy and he seemed to enjoy his freedom, it was a win-win situation.

When you called him, about 30 minutes ago, he picked up on the 3rd ring and he was in the car the second he hung up the phone. Sure, he was a famous footballer in his early 20s who loved women and loved having fun, but there wasn't anything Pablo wouldn't do for you, in a relationship or not, he'd give you the moon and the sun if he could.

"Get in, bonita," he said as he rolled down the passenger window to look at you from his expensive car, his left hand on the steering wheel while the right was on his thigh.

You sat in the car and you practically heard Pablo's hiss as the leather seats got drenched under you.

"Thanks for picking me up," you said dragging your voice as Pablo started the car, his eyes never leaving the wet road, your own eyes watching the rain drops on the windshield.

"You're welcome, you know I don't mind," he spoke with his little Spanish accent, the small acting already sending a jolt of pleasure from your stomach to the spot between your thighs.

The rest of the drive was silent, you watched the wet road, the puddles, the lights of Barcelona, anything but the football player because you knew that one look was enough for him to pull over and for you to ride him right there, in the driver seat. It didn't stop you before. Pablo kept stealing glances at you, a small smirk on his face, the strip of three condoms in his pocket were proof that the thought of picking you up was not so innocent.

One thing leading to the other and you two were stumbling across the hallway of your apartment complex, trying to get to your door as he walked you towards it. His hands on your waist, yours around his neck as you kissed sloppily, the sounds of your kisses echoing through the hallway.

Pablo pushed you against the door, the wood cold against your bare back as you searched your purse for your keys, your hand moving over Pablo's boner and making him groan into your mouth.

"Your keys are definitely not there," he spoke lowly but with a hint of amusement, making you chuckle breathlessly before taking your keys out and twisting the doorknob, Pablo almost pushing you inside and his lips attacking yours once again.

Your hands were everywhere, his brown hair, his shoulders, his chest, his belt while trying to pull him closer to you.

"You always were impatient, nena," he hummed with a smirk, his fingers running through your wet hair while his other hand cupped your breast, caressing it over the material of your dress as his brown orbs were glued to your face, watching your lips part as a small moan escaped them, a sound only Pablo was able to get out of you.

His lips parted, dropping to your shoulder as his finger hooked in the strap of your dress, pulling it off your shoulder and replacing it with his warm, soft lips. Your head fell back, your fingers hooking in his hair, making him smirk against your silky skin as he continued to press wet kisses to your shoulder.

"Bedroom," he murmured, his hand creeping shamelessly behind you and pulling the zipper of your dress down, letting the light material fall off your body, revealing your bare chest and violet, lacy underwear, the very pair that was his personal favorite.

You nodded, immediately walking towards the stairs of your penthouse, Pablo following closely behind you, smacking your ass as you neared the bedroom, the skin to skin sound filling the air.

In your bedroom, Pablo sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spread the tiniest bit so you could stand between them as he caressed your near naked body. His rough hands roamed over your ass and thighs, squeezing as he did so, his mouth catching your nipple, all while he looked up at you and watched you fall apart on front of him.

His tongue circled your nipple as he hummed appreciatively, his hand squeezing your ass until you hissed, you looked down at him as he sucked on your nipple, your pupils dilated and your cheeks flushed.

"Pablo, I need you, please," you spoke quietly, the words slipping out of your mouth like a prayer.

"Get on all fours, hermosa," he said, your breast falling out of his mouth and his brown eyes looking up at you with such innocence it made your head spin. How can he look so innocent with those big eyes, yet so sinful at the same time?

You gulped and nodded, immediately taking the position on the bed, your ass up in the air while your cheek rested against a pillow. Pablo fidgeted with his pants, throwing the strip of condoms carelessly between the bedding before he stripped, throwing his shirt and pants somewhere in the room, he didn't look, his eyes were glued to your damp panties, your clothed core displayed perfectly in front of him.

"You're so ready for me, mi vida," he whispered, bending down and his finger running over the damp material before his finger hooked in the violet lace, pulling the panties to the side, his tongue running along your folds and making you moan and arch your back, pushing your pussy in his face as he ran his tongue up and down your core before pulling away.

Pablo delivered a smack to your ass as he stroked his cock, positioning himself behind you, running the tip of his dick along your wet folds, only making you moan in anticipation. He grabbed the condoms, opening one with his teeth and spitting the plastic out, rolling it onto his throbbing member.

He grabbed your hip as he began to push into you, feeling you stretch around his dick and cursing under his breath, praising you at how good you feel as your juices soaked him. You felt him hit every spot, your pussy clenching around him as you whimpered and moaned, knowing that Pablo Gavi would bring eternal bliss to you. Always.

"Mierda," Pablo hissed, picking up the pace, his skin slapping against yours louder with each movement, "I can't get enough of you."

Pablo Gavi was far from the most perfect man you've been with, he was jealousy, angry and possessive, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You were addicted and and just couldn't get enough.

[the-offside-rule]

Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Jealousy Jealousy

Requested: yes

Prompt: Pablo is jealous

Warnings: none

It had been over a year since Y/N and Pablo welcomed their baby boy, Mateo, into the world. Their home was filled with baby giggles, toys scattered across the floor, and the soft coos of a toddler who had become more and more attached to his mother. Mateo was, without a doubt, a mama’s boy. The bond between Y/N and Mateo was unmistakable; he followed her around like a little shadow, arms always reaching out to be held whenever she tried to slip away for even a moment. It had been endearing at first, watching how close they were. But lately, Pablo was starting to feel the weight of it.

As Y/N walked into the living room, carrying Mateo on her hip, Pablo lounged on the couch, his eyes narrowing slightly as he noticed his son clinging to her yet again. His brow furrowed in mild frustration. "Isn’t he tired of hanging off you all day?" Pablo muttered, crossing his arms as he shifted to face them. Y/N chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Mateo’s face. "What’s wrong?" she teased, glancing over at Pablo with a grin. "Are you jealous of your baby, Pablo?" Pablo huffed, crossing his arms tighter over his chest. "No, of course not." But the way he avoided her gaze told a different story.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh a little as she made her way over to the couch, sitting down beside him. Mateo, ever the clingy little boy, squirmed in her arms to settle more comfortably, resting his head on her shoulder. He had been fussy all day, needing constant attention from her, and it was beginning to wear on Pablo’s patience. "Come on, Pablo-" She said, affectionately running her fingers through his hair. "It’s cute, isn’t it? How much he loves his mamá?"

Pablo’s lips twitched as he glanced down at Mateo’s sleepy face before turning back to her. "Yeah, it’s cute." He admitted reluctantly, his voice tinged with frustration. "But it’s just... I barely get any time with you anymore. He’s always in the middle. Whenever we try to do anything, it’s like we’re never alone." Y/N’s teasing smile softened as she looked at him, seeing the weariness behind his words. She understood where he was coming from. Between caring for a one-year-old and balancing everything else, finding time for just the two of them had been a challenge. Mateo, as sweet as he was, had become a little too attached, making it hard to have any real moments of privacy.

"Okay, okay." She said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I get it. You miss me." She leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. "But you do know how ridiculous it sounds, right? Being jealous of your own son?" Pablo groaned, tilting his head back against the couch, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "I’m not jealous of him." He protested weakly, though the slight pout on his lips gave him away. Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "You so are. It’s adorable, Pablito."

"Don’t patronize me." He grumbled, though there was no real bite in his tone. Shifting Mateo slightly so he was resting more comfortably on her lap, Y/N gently stroked his back as he started to drift off to sleep. The sight of his tiny, peaceful face made her heart swell. "You know what?" She whispered, turning her attention back to Pablo. "Once he’s asleep, maybe we can have some alone time. I’ll put him in his crib, and we can just have some....alone time. Sound good?" Pablo’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, his lips curving into a genuine smile for the first time in days. "Really?"

"Really." She confirmed with a reassuring nod, placing her hand on his arm. "I’m sure we can figure out a way to balance things. Mateo’s just in that clingy phase, but it won’t last forever." Pablo sighed, some of the tension in his shoulders easing as he looked at her. "I know. It’s just... I miss you. The way things were before he was born." Y/N’s expression softened at his words. "I miss that too." She admitted. "But look at him." She said, nodding toward their sleeping son. "He’s worth it though, right?" A small, fond smile tugged at Pablo’s lips as he looked down at Mateo, his heart swelling with pride and love. "Yeah, he is."

Y/N leaned closer, resting her forehead against Pablo’s, her voice soft and full of affection. "We’ll figure this out together. We always do." Pablo let out a deep breath, his hand gently intertwining with hers. "As long as I get some time with you, I’ll be fine. Even if it means sharing you with him." She smiled, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his lips, savoring the rare moment of closeness without any interruptions. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. As Mateo dozed peacefully in Y/N’s arms and Pablo held her close, they both knew they were navigating the new rhythms of parenthood together, one step at a time. And in that moment, everything felt just right.

[cherryxbooo]

Love is never easy

Summary: Meeting a certain footballer wasn’t on your bingo card, but falling in love with him was even more unimaginable.

Reader x Pablo Gavi

Genre: fluff/angst

They say love should be simple.

That when you find the right person, it’s effortless, like a perfect pass that lands gently at your feet, as if it was always meant for you.

A connection so natural, so fluid, that you don’t even have to think.

But what happens when love feels like a game you’re always one step behind in?

When you’re constantly chasing, reaching, hoping, only to feel the ball slip just beyond your grasp?

I met Pablo Gavi in the most unexpected way, by quite literally crashing into him outside the stadium on a stormy evening.

The rain had been relentless, the kind that soaks through your clothes in seconds and turns the world into a blur of grey.

I hadn’t even been at Camp Nou for football.

My best friend’s brother worked security there, and I had come to meet her, completely unaware that fate had other plans.

One moment, I was battling my umbrella against the wind, the next, I was colliding into someone with enough force to make me stumble back.

My breath hitched as I looked up, my heart pounding, not just from the impact, but from the realization of who I had just crashed into.

Pablo Gavi.

His brow furrowed as he rubbed his arm where I had hit him, a soft curse slipping from his lips.

"Joder…" His voice was slightly irritated, rough around the edges, but the second his eyes met mine, something in them shifted.

His frustration faded, replaced by something else, curiosity, maybe. Amusement.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

I could barely find my words. "Y-yeah, I think so. Sorry about that."

He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head.

"You put up more of a fight than most defenders I face."

I didn’t expect him to remember me after that.

But he did.

The next time I visited my friend, I felt a pair of eyes on me before I even saw him.

And when I finally turned, there he was, leaning casually against a railing, arms crossed, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Still fighting with the wind?" he teased.

That time, I laughed.

The time after that, we talked.

And before I even realized what was happening, he had become a part of my life.

It felt easy. Too easy.

Like a dream you don’t dare wake up from.

But love, love is never easy.

They say the best love stories begin with friendship.

That the strongest bonds are the ones built slowly, quietly, in the spaces between laughter and late-night conversations.

That was us.

For months, Gavi and I existed in a space that wasn’t quite friendship but wasn’t something more either.

A delicate balance of playful teasing and unspoken feelings, of being each other’s first call at the end of a long day, yet pretending we didn’t notice the way our voices softened when we spoke to one another.

It started with late-night phone calls.

"Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?" I’d ask when my phone buzzed at nearly 2 a.m., his name lighting up my screen.

"Can’t sleep," he’d mumble, voice groggy but warm, like he had already been dozing off.

"Tell me something."

"Like what?"

"Anything."

So I would. I’d tell him about my day, about a funny thing my professor said, about how my best friend had tried (and failed) to set me up with someone.

I’d hear him scoff at that, muttering something under his breath that I could never quite catch.

Sometimes, it was the other way around.

"Tough game?" I’d ask when he called me after a match, his voice quieter than usual.

"Yeah," he’d sigh. "I just... I don’t know. I should’ve done better."

I’d listen as he talked, let him get it all out, the frustration, the pressure, the weight of expectations that never seemed to ease.

And when he was finished, when there was nothing left but silence, I’d whisper, "You’re too hard on yourself, you know that?"

His response was always the same, a quiet exhale, a soft "Only you say that."

I never knew what to do with the way my heart reacted to those words.

Then there were the little things.

The way he always seemed to know when I was having a bad day, sending me a simple "You okay?" that somehow made everything feel lighter.

The way he showed up at my university when he had a rare afternoon off, waiting for me outside my lecture hall with a coffee in hand.

"You didn’t have to do this," I’d tell him, but he’d just shrug, like it was nothing.

"You always forget to eat when you’re stressed," he’d say, handing me a sandwich like he had memorized my habits better than I had.

We never talked about whatever this was.

Never acknowledged the way his hand always seemed to find the small of my back when we walked through a crowd.

Or how we lingered just a little too long whenever we said goodbye.

It was easier this way.

Easier to pretend we were just friends.

Even when everything we did felt like something more.

Even when I already knew, I was falling.

And then, without realizing it, I had already fallen.

I fell for the way he looked at me, like I was something rare, something worth holding onto.

I fell for the way his fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on my palm whenever we sat in silence, as if memorizing the shape of me.

I fell for the way he always pulled me closer in a crowded room, his grip firm, protective, like he was afraid I’d slip away.

I fell, hard and fast, like I never had before.

But love, love is never just about falling.

It’s about what happens after.

And somewhere along the way, something changed.

It didn’t happen overnight.

There was no sudden, dramatic shift.

It was slow, subtle, the kind of change you don’t notice at first, like the days getting shorter, the cold creeping in before you even realize summer is gone.

It started with the little things.

The way his replies to my texts, once almost instant, started coming slower.

At first, I brushed it off he was busy, caught up in training, exhausted from travel.

But then, the messages themselves became shorter. A simple "Yeah." or "We’ll see." replacing the playful, teasing paragraphs he used to send me.

The voice notes that once made me smile, his laughter, the way he always seemed to have a story to tell, became fewer and fewer, until one day, they just stopped.

The late-night calls faded too.

"Are you awake?" I would text, staring at my phone, waiting for those three little dots to appear.

Sometimes they did. Sometimes they didn’t.

When they did, it was always the same answer.

"Tired. Talk tomorrow?"

But tomorrow came, and we didn’t talk.

At first, I told myself it was fine.

I told myself I was overthinking it. That he was just busier than usual, that he was under pressure.

I made excuses for him, ones he never even had to say out loud.

"He’s training harder." "He needs space." "Nothing’s wrong."

But deep down, I knew.

I knew when he started canceling plans.

It wasn’t dramatic.

No last-minute apologies, no elaborate excuses. Just a quiet shift.

A "Can we reschedule?" here, a "Next time, yeah?" there.

Plans that were once effortless, ones he used to fight for, rearrange his schedule for, suddenly became too difficult to make.

I knew when he stopped showing up unannounced at my university.

When I stopped catching him watching me from across the room.

When his touch, once so natural, so certain, became hesitant, like he was holding himself back.

The first time I felt it, really felt it, was at a party.

It was crowded, loud, the kind of scene he usually hated but endured because I was there.

I saw him across the room, talking to someone, a teammate, a friend, I wasn’t sure.

He was laughing, the kind of carefree laugh I hadn’t heard from him in weeks. And then, for just a second, his eyes met mine.

A beat of silence.

And then, he looked away.

I swallowed hard, trying to push down the sinking feeling in my chest. Maybe he hadn’t seen me.

Maybe I was imagining things.

But later that night, when I reached for his hand the way I always did, he didn’t pull me closer.

He let go.

And that was when I knew.

The boy who once fought for every second with me was now letting moments slip away.

The boy who once looked at me like I was his safe place now seemed distant, distracted, like he was carrying something he couldn’t share.

And then, one night, everything came crashing down.

It wasn’t one thing, it was everything.

A missed call that turned into three. A message left on read. An excuse that felt too rehearsed, too empty.

And finally, the truth, the thing I had been too afraid to admit to myself.

I wasn’t losing him.

I had already lost him.

Meanwhile,

The ball bounced off his foot awkwardly, rolling too far ahead.

Gavi cursed under his breath, sprinting to recover it, but his timing was off again.

The pass he attempted was sloppy, the kind of mistake he never made, and when he looked up, he caught the coach watching him with narrowed eyes.

"Focus, Gavi!" the coach called out.

"Sí, míster," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

Something was off with him today, had been for days, if he was being honest.

He felt it in the way his movements were just a fraction too slow, in the way his mind wasn’t fully locked into the game.

Football was supposed to be his escape, the one thing that cleared his head. But lately, it wasn’t working.

And the reason?

Y/n.

He had been trying not to think about her.

Trying to push away the ache that settled in his chest whenever he saw her name on his phone screen and didn’t answer.

Whenever he caught himself reaching for his phone, only to stop himself. Avoidance was supposed to make this easier.

It wasn’t.

He didn’t notice Fermin watching him until his friend nudged him, breaking him from his thoughts.

"Alright, qué pasa contigo?" Fermin asked, keeping his voice low as they walked off the pitch for a water break.

"Nothing," Gavi answered too quickly, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Fermin snorted. "Yeah, sure. That’s why you’ve been playing like absolute shit today?"

"Fuck off," Gavi muttered, but there was no real bite behind his words.

Fermin wasn’t having it. "Seriously, bro. What’s going on? You’re not yourself."

For a second, Gavi considered brushing him off again.

But something about the way Fermin was looking at him, genuinely concerned, made him sigh in defeat.

"It’s about Y/n."

Fermin’s eyebrows raised slightly in recognition.

"The girl you’ve gotten close with?"

Gavi nodded, running a hand over his face.

"I thought you two were good. What happened?"

Gavi let out a breath, shaking his head. "Nothing happened… that’s the problem."

Fermin frowned. "Okay, you lost me."

Gavi hesitated before finally admitting, "I fell for her." The words felt heavy, like they had been weighing on his chest for too long.

"And I don’t know what to do with that."

Fermin stared at him for a beat before laughing under his breath.

"Pablo, you’re acting like that’s the worst thing in the world."

"You don’t get it." Gavi exhaled sharply.

"I never had someone like her before. She’s… different. She actually knows me, not just the football part of me, but me. And if I tell her how I feel and it ruins everything, I lose that. I lose her."

Fermin tilted his head, considering his words.

"So what? You decided the best solution was to avoid her?"

Gavi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I thought maybe if I put some distance between us, it would go away."

Fermin blinked at him. "Go away?"

"Yeah—"

"Are you dumb?" Fermin cut him off, looking genuinely baffled.

"Like, actually, physically dumb?"

Gavi scowled. "Qué?"

"You’re trying to avoid losing her, but you are losing her. Right now. Because you’re pushing her away." Fermin threw his hands up.

"Bro, you’re literally doing the one thing you don’t want to happen."

Gavi clenched his jaw, looking away.

He knew Fermin was right, but hearing it out loud made his stomach twist.

"Just talk to her," Fermin said, his tone softer now.

"Be honest. If she doesn’t feel the same, then yeah, it’ll suck, but at least you’ll know. At least you won’t lose her like this."

Gavi sighed, staring down at the grass beneath his feet.

"And if she does feel the same?" he asked quietly.

Fermin smirked, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

"Then you stop being a dumbass and finally do something about it."

Gavi rolled his eyes, shoving his hand off. "You’re annoying, you know that?"

"And you’re dramatic," Fermin shot back.

"Seriously, this is some novela-level shit."

Gavi groaned, tossing his water bottle at him. "Shut up, tío."

Fermin just laughed, dodging it easily.

"Nah, but for real, you owe me when you and Y/n get together. I'm talking VIP tickets, front row seats."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Gavi grumbled, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips now.

For the first time in weeks, he felt like he knew what he had to do.

He had to stop running.

And he had to tell you.

Pablo had called.

Twice.

And then he had texted. "Can we talk?"

But I didn’t answer.

I told myself it was because I was still mad.

That I wasn’t ready to hear whatever excuse he had for pushing me away like I meant nothing.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

I was scared.

Scared that if I let him back in, he’d hurt me again.

That I’d start hoping, start falling again, only to end up in the same place, alone, confused, wondering where it all went wrong.

"You’re overthinking this."

I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts.

My best friend sat across from me, legs tucked under her as she scrolled through her phone like she hadn’t just said something completely outrageous.

"I am not overthinking," I defended, arms crossed.

She gave me a pointed look. "Oh really? So what do you call ignoring him for days instead of hearing him out?"

"I call it self-respect."

"Mhm, sure," she said, unimpressed.

"Or maybe… just maybe, you’re terrified of whatever he has to say because it might actually make sense."

I groaned, flopping back against the couch. "Why are you on his side?"

"I’m not on his side," she argued.

"I’m on the side of common sense, which neither of you seem to have. Look, men are dumb, babe. They don’t know how to act. They get feelings and then short-circuit like malfunctioning robots."

That made me laugh.

"So what, you think he just malfunctioned?" I teased.

"Obviously," she said dramatically.

"Poor guy probably thought ignoring you would fix his feelings. Meanwhile, here you are, going through all five stages of grief in your pajamas."

I smacked her arm, but I was laughing now, the weight in my chest feeling just a little lighter.

"I hate you," I muttered.

"No, you don’t," she sang, standing up and stretching.

"Alright, I gotta go. Just… think about calling him, okay? At least to yell at him properly. You deserve that much."

I rolled my eyes but nodded.

"That’s my girl," she said before grabbing her bag and heading out.

The apartment was quiet now. Too quiet.

I sat on the couch, staring at my phone, thumb hovering over Pablo’s contact.

Should I call him?

My best friend’s words played in my head. "You deserve that much."

She wasn’t wrong. I did deserve an explanation.

But was I ready to hear it?

To let him back in when I wasn’t even sure I had fully healed from the way he had pushed me out?

I sighed, rubbing my temples. Maybe I’d sleep on it.

Maybe tomorrow—

Knock, knock.

I frowned.

Was my best friend back? Did she forget something?

I stood up, walking over to the door. "Did you leave your—"

My breath caught in my throat.

It wasn’t her.

It was him.

Pablo stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, his hair slightly messy like he had run his fingers through it too many times.

His eyes met mine, and for a second, neither of us spoke.

"Can we talk?" he asked, voice quiet.

I should’ve slammed the door in his face.

Or at least made him wait longer, the way he had made me wait for an explanation.

But I didn’t.

I stepped aside, letting him in.

Pablo sat down on the couch, his knee bouncing slightly like he wasn’t sure how to start.

"I know you’re mad at me," he finally said.

I crossed my arms. "No shit."

He sighed. "I deserve that."

"Yeah, you do."

Silence.

He ran a hand through his hair.

"I messed up, Y/N. I know that. And I hate that I made you feel like I didn’t care, because I do. More than I should, probably."

My heart clenched, but I kept my expression neutral.

"Then why did you push me away?"

Pablo hesitated, like he was still debating whether to be fully honest.

Then, he exhaled sharply. "Because I fell for you."

I blinked. "What?"

"I fell for you," he repeated, looking at me now.

"And I freaked out. I thought if I ignored it, if I put space between us, maybe I wouldn’t ruin everything."

I stared at him, waiting for the logic to kick in.

It didn’t.

"So let me get this straight." I leaned forward.

"You caught feelings… and your solution was to avoid me?"

"Yes?"

"Pablo, that is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."

"Okay, Fermin already told me that, no need to gang up on me," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

"No, because—" I let out a frustrated groan.

"Do you even realize how badly that hurt? You were my best friend, Pablo. And then you just… disappeared."

His eyes softened, guilt flashing across his face.

"I know. And I hate that I hurt you. But, Y/n, I didn’t know what else to do. I’ve never had someone like you before. Someone who actually sees me. Not just the footballer, but me."

My heart skipped a beat.

"And I didn’t want to lose that," he continued, voice quieter now.

"I thought if I told you how I felt, I’d ruin what we had. But then, avoiding you just made me lose you anyway."

I sighed, shaking my head. "Yeah, it did."

Silence again.

Then, softer this time, he asked, "Can I fix it?"

I exhaled slowly. "You really are an idiot, you know that?"

He cracked a small smile. "Yeah, I’m getting that a lot lately."

I didn’t even realize I was smiling too.

The tension in the room slowly shifted, the weight in my chest lifting ever so slightly.

"So what now?" I asked.

Pablo hesitated before saying, "I don’t want to just be your friend anymore, Y/n. I want more. But if you don’t feel the same, I swear I’ll—"

I cut him off by grabbing his hand.

"You’re an idiot," I repeated. "But you’re my idiot."

His breath hitched. "So…?"

"So, you better not run away again."

His grin was instant, and before I could say anything else, he pulled me into a tight hug, burying his face in my shoulder.

"I won’t," he promised. "Not again."

I let myself melt into his embrace, my heart finally at peace.

We broke the hug, but his gaze never left mine.

Before I knew it, I felt his hand on my cheek, gently pulling me in for a passionate kiss.

Damn. It really was worth the wait.

Eventually, we both pull away to catch our breaths.

"So, does this mean we’re together now?" Pablo asked, grinning.

"I don’t know," I teased. "Are you gonna ignore me and be stupid again?"

"No!"

"Then I guess so."

He smirked. "You could’ve just said you wanted to be my girlfriend, princesa."

"And give you the satisfaction? Never."

He groaned, flopping onto the couch dramatically.

"Great. I’m dating a menace."

I threw a pillow at him. "And I’m dating an idiot. Perfect match."

He caught the pillow, tossing it aside before grabbing my hand again, this time intertwining our fingers.

"Yeah," he murmured, looking at me with that familiar, warm gaze.

"Perfect match."

And for the first time in weeks, everything felt right again.

The end

[halfwayhearted]

https://www.tumblr.com/halfwayhearted/773619905662795776/send-requests-anythingfluff-angst-comfort?source=share

Okay okay okay, so I've been thinking a lil, what about mb like Gavi's or Fermín's girlfriend where like it's OBVIOUS they love each other a lot and like she comes down on the pitch BUT (yes there's a but) the younger players (Toni, Guille, Pau, Lamine YOU KNOW THE DEAL) have like this tini tiny crush on the girlfriend and are just standing in the background watching her and Bf and are so obviously jealous

Sorry for bringing chaos your way <3

And I Love Her — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a well-deserved win, you quickly find your boyfriend down on the pitch and, well, laugh about the background people—not the crowd, but his teammates.

Word Count: 465+

Disclaimer/s — Giggly teenage boys, fluff, fluff, and… fluff!

A/N: I had ideas for this and they vanished but I was determined to stick with it and whatnot. I HOPE YOU LIKED:3

With a displayed seven-to-one score, the team all worked insanely hard, using every opportunity to their advantage. It was definitely a rollercoaster of emotions that led to nothing but pure and utter joy, that emotion only expanding when you saw the very man you came for wave you over. His smile bright, his hair sweaty—it was simply him.

“How are you feeling?” You’re quick to ask when you’re sure he can hear you, your hand coming to squeeze his arm once before finding your side.

“I feel good. Really good. How were your seats?”

“Got to see everyone work up close, so I’d say the seats were amazing.” With that, he offers a small smile and presses a kiss to your cheek, and you do the same. Preferring to return the action when he makes the first move, you know where you both stand, but you still find it more comforting.

You weren’t quite aware of it yet, but the two of you had an audience. And no, it wasn’t the still packed stadium of people, but his lingering teammates in the back, eyeing the two of you with childish smiles and jealous gazes, nudging one another as if to see who should go up first.

And who it’d be was figured out rather quickly!

He’s about to say something else when a hand pokes his side, causing him to jerk. Both your gazes find Héctor, who only laughs in response. Then Gavi speaks up, “Do you need something?”

“Not from you,” the boy quips, turning his focus onto you with a grin. “Did you enjoy the game?”

“Yeah! It was tense, but good. You played well!”

All he does is widen the smirk on his face. “With what I could, thank you.” Having gotten that out, your boyfriend sees exactly what’s going on. A scoff escapes his lips as he places a hand on the back of Héctor’s neck, pushing him away while pulling you close, leaving the boy to laugh alone.

You giggled softly. “Easy, Pablo. Let’s ease up!”

“I didn’t even push him that hard. I’m sure he’ll be fine,” your boyfriend grumbled, your face lighting up at his tone. “I still have to change. Let’s walk?”

“Are you sick of them looking our way? It’s cute.”

Gavi furrows his eyebrows and whips around, his intense gaze landing on Héctor, Lamine, Balde, and Pau, who quickly avert their eyes the moment he spots them. Their barely suppressed laughter, however, spills out and betrays them all. Stupid!

“Yeah… yeah, I’m sick of them looking our way.”

“Noted,” you retort, looking over your shoulder quickly to shoot them a small wave and a smile.

They returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm, giggling to themselves as though they had just been handed gift cards for their favorite game.

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DT(s) — @pedriache + @spidybaby + @lechrts + @gadriezmannsgirl + @iovepoem + @sakashq @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ (i should’ve made this longer… idk. hi! hi.)

[pedriache]

You are in love — Pablo Gavi.

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone could see the look in Gavi’s eyes when he looked at you. and soon enough, you saw it too.

Word count: 965+

Disclaimer/s: fluffy fluff fluffff

A/N: i had this written and tumblr didnt save it so i angrily rewrote it. enya received a voice message about it thats how pissed off i was🤦‍♀️ anyways hi!

The piano keys felt comfortable under your touch—like an extension of yourself, which happens when you’ve playing the instrument since childhood. Your eyes were closed as your fingers smoothly glided over the keys, the melody of “Mists” by Iannis Xenakis bounced off the dark walls of your music room.

Piano had quickly become your favorite calming technique. Which you were now using since your brother had thrown a gathering at your house, considering it was far larger than his due to your particularly good income and the fact that you always had guests and a love for large spaces. You had stepped away to ‘chill out’, finding the loud party guests too much to handle.

The lights in the room were dimmed as you were attempting to learn in the dark. A knock at the door had your eyes opening curiously, “come in?” You call out, eyeing the door warily.

Pablo’s head pokes through the open crack, “can I come in?” You nod, sending him a welcoming smile.

Walking inside, Pablo’s eyes wander around the room. He takes in the parts of you people rarely got to see. You were quite.. how did Fermín put it? Uptight, when it came to practicing and your music room. You weren’t one to easily allow just anyone to see you in this state.

Scooting over on the bench you sat on, you pat the open spot beside you. “Come, sit.”

Closing the space between you, Pablo slides onto the wooden bench, his chest rising and falling slowing due to the close proximity. “What are you playing?” He asks, looking to the paper that was propped up in front of you.

“A masterpiece by Xanakis.” You pause, reaching for his hand to place it on the white keys, “want to give it a try?”

You were letting him touch your piano. Last time Fermín touched it, his hand was red and aching for an hour. Pablo had to suppress the smile that threatened his face.

Not only were you initiating contact, you were asking him to try out your piano? He could swoon.

“I think i’d break your ears.” He chuckles. You nod in agreement, a grin on your lips. His eyes flicker across your face, memorizing your smile lines even in the darkness.

“Piano isn’t for everyone.” You agree, “well, worth a shot, I suppose?” You let go of his hand, and the man finds himself missing your touch.

“Will you play something for me?” The brunette quirks an eyebrow, “unless.. I just make you so flustered you can’t play properly.” His tone is teasing, which you roll your eyes at.

Scooting closer to the middle of the piano, which meant your hips bumped his and your shoulders brushed, you let out an exaggerated sigh. Pablo was certainly flustered, but you weren’t.

Smirking, you flex your fingers. “Watch and learn, starboy.” You mock, taking a deep breath as your fingers connect with the white and black keys.

The soft tune of, ‘Love in the dark’ by Adele emitted through the room. Pablo’s eyes darted from your hands to your face, his eyes soft and admiring.

“Can you sing while you play?” He interrupts your concentration, which you scowl up at him for.

You were never nervous when you did this in front of people, but him—Pablo? Your hands were sweating. “I—I’m not that good of a singer.”

Scoffing, he rolls his eyes. “Bullshit. I’ve heard you live, cariño.” See, he didn’t mean to let that slip, but God he was grateful he did.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, seeable even in the darkness. “Whatever, fine.” You huff, “now. Silence.”

Playing the beginning, you suck in a deep breath, singing the opening lyrics quietly, building up your nerve. “Take your eyes off of me so I can leave,” Your fingers glide over the keys, playing them expertly and precisely.

The atmosphere is tight, not in the bad sense, but in the way that Pablo’s heart was exploding with the mixture of your voice, the way you were playing, and everything in between.

His eyes darted from your hands to your face, softening in admiration. When you glance up at him, your breath hitches. Momentarily taken aback—you miss a key. “Shit.” You groan, “that’s enough for now.”

“That was..” Pablo trails off, his gaze not leaving your face. “Wow.”

You laugh, head dipping down. “It was okayyy. Nothing too spectacular.” You shrug off his compliment, hiding your face from his view.

Pablo shakes his head, leaning to the side to catch your eyes. “No, really, it was. You’re insanely talented.” His eyes are warm and kind, a hint of—wait. What was that? Something flashed across his eyes, something that came and went so fast you couldn’t catch it.

But, oh, oh you knew the second it returned. And you hoped that you were returning it just as noticeable.

He says your name quietly, which you hummed in response to. His dace so close, you felt his breath fanning your face as he spoke, “I—“

“Ay,” The click of a door opening has the both of you pulling away with wide eyes, heads snapping in the doors direction. Fermín comes into view, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. “Oh, hey, Gavi..” He says slowly, “sis.. we’re about to eat.”

Clearing your throat, you spin around on the seat and stand. “Great! Very hungry, are you hungry? I’m actually starving!” You stumble over your words, looking anywhere but in Pablo’s direction.

Without waiting for his response, you speed walk towards the door, passing your brother. He smirks down at you as you pass, turning his attention to Pablo. “Well, well—“

“Shut up.” The younger boy scowls, brushing past the blonde. Fermín’s laughter echoes off the walls as he skips after the two flustered adults.

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[paucubarsisimp]

Can you please do more something for Gavi where everyone is at a team barbecue for dinner at raphas and Keyne, miles, Gael, Anna and Laura etc. are all there playing together and Gavi basically has major baby fever the whole time!

baby fever

pairing: pablo gavi x reader

summary: in which pablo gets baby fever watching you play with his teammate's kids

warnings: none!

a/n: i couldn't stop myself from writing the little bonus part and i also have baby fever now...

the sun melts like honey across the grass.

it’s late afternoon, the kind of lazy golden hour that makes everything feel slow and a little unreal. the sky is blushed with heat, music drips soft and low from the speaker tucked near the pool, and the air smells like sunscreen, charcoal, and someone’s cologne carried in the breeze.

you’re stretched across a blanket under a wide tree, warm skin pressed against the earth, surrounded by chaos in miniature form.

gael is curled against your hip like a sleepy kitten, sticky fingers wrapped tight around your dress. miles is in your lap, chewing on something that might’ve once been a cracker, humming a nonsense tune while you stroke his hair. keyne is spinning in circles just beside you, dizzy and giggling, arms outstretched like he’s about to fly.

you can feel the sun on your collarbone. your drink is sweating in your hand. mikky, taia, and laura are lounging beside you, soft and content, the kind of calm that only comes when the kids are entertained and no one’s currently crying.

"you’ve got a fan," mikky murmurs, glancing over the rim of her sunglasses.

you hum, not really listening.

"no," taia adds, grinning, "you’ve got a worshipper."

you follow their gaze across the yard, past the grill and the long table full of empty plates and laughter, to where pablo is standing with his beer half-forgotten in one hand, head tilted, eyes soft and full and stuck on you.

he’s not even pretending to be subtle.

he’s standing there, shirt a little wrinkled, curls slightly damp from the pool, sun touching the line of his jaw—and he’s looking at you like you’re something holy. like you hung the stars, then bent down and kissed the tops of three toddlers’ heads just for fun.

your lips curve. “he’s staring.”

“he’s in love,” laura sings, low and amused.

“he’s having a full mental breakdown,” mikky whispers, watching him blink slowly, totally unaware of the teasing happening in real time.

from across the yard, ferran catches pablo’s expression and nearly chokes on his drink.

“hermano, breathe.”

lamine’s already laughing. “he’s thinking of baby names already”

“he’s gone,” frenkie says, clapping him on the shoulder. “like… wedding ring in the pocket gone.”

pablo doesn’t say anything. he just keeps watching you, arms full of sunlight and someone else’s baby, laughing softly at something keyne said that made no sense at all. the kind of laugh that makes your shoulders shake gently, that makes miles look up at you with wide, adoring eyes.

it’s stupid. and simple. and it knocks the wind right out of his lungs.

he comes over eventually, barefoot and flustered and acting like he just happened to be passing by, even though everyone knows he’s been waiting for an excuse to get closer.

he drops down onto the blanket beside you, all warm limbs and quiet awe, and lets miles climb instantly into his lap like it’s muscle memory.

“hi,” you say, soft and teasing, brushing a leaf out of his hair.

“hi,” he breathes back, eyes locked on yours. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you raise a brow. “because i’m covered in applesauce?”

“because you look like this,” he says, voice like warm velvet. “like you were made for it.”

your fingers curl gently around his. “for what?”

“this,” he whispers, eyes flicking down to where miles is dozing against his chest. “you. little ones. sunshine. soft days. i want it all with you.”

your throat catches. the kids are babbling again. someone starts the playlist over. and still—his words sit heavy and sweet in your stomach like honey.

“you’ve got baby fever,” you say softly, biting back a smile.

“no,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you fever.”

you blink. then laugh, head tipped back, the sound like wind chimes in the summer.

pablo leans in, lazy and golden and glowing, his mouth brushing the curve of your shoulder. “say the word and i’ll build you a nursery tomorrow.”

you hum. “what if i just want a nap and a snack?”

“that can be step one,” he grins, nuzzling into your neck.

miles shifts slightly in his arms. keyne plops down beside you with a dramatic sigh. gael’s small hand finds yours and curls around it, sticky and warm.

and suddenly, the world feels a little slower. a little softer.

you look at pablo—so full of something tender you don’t have a name for—and press your forehead to his.

“you’d be a good dad,” you whisper.

his lashes flutter. “say it again.”

“you’d be a really good dad, pablo.”

he smiles then—crooked and glowing, like you just gave him the moon.

and somewhere across the yard, fermin yells, “you two making babies over there or just planning it?”

you don’t even flinch. pablo just kisses your cheek.

and you—cradling sunshine and chaos and a boy who’s already halfway yours—just smile.

bonus:

the house is quiet now.

not silent—never that, not with three under-fives asleep (or almost asleep) somewhere in the vicinity—but quiet in the way that feels full. like something soft breathing under your skin.

the team barbecue faded hours ago. the sun dipped behind the trees, and slowly the backyard laughter gave way to yawns, half-finished desserts, and sleepy kisses goodbye. the others left one by one, until it was just you, pablo, and three very overstimulated toddlers crashing from their sugar highs.

somehow, you offered to stay the night and babysit. somehow, pablo said yes before you even finished the sentence.

now you’re both sitting on the living room floor—barefoot and pajama-soft—amid a nest of pillows and crumpled blankets, half-buried in baby wipes, storybooks, and a plastic sippy cup that no one can seem to locate.

miles is curled against pablo’s chest, thumb in his mouth, breathing slow and heavy. pablo’s shirt is slightly damp from a bottle incident, but he doesn’t seem to care. he’s swaying gently, back pressed against the couch, whispering something low and sweet in spanish that you can’t quite make out.

“you’re doing so well,” you murmur, kneeling beside him, brushing curls off his forehead.

he looks up at you, and god—his eyes are sleepy, golden, full of something so tender it makes your throat ache.

“he’s perfect,” pablo whispers, like it’s a secret. “they all are.”

you glance over. keyne is finally asleep in the playpen you dragged into the room, one sock off, a toy car clutched in his fist. gael is draped across the loveseat, one leg hanging dramatically over the armrest like a tiny exhausted king.

you sink onto the floor beside pablo, leaning your head on his shoulder. his arm shifts, settles around you without needing to think. miles stirs, sighs, settles.

“i don’t know how mikky and taia do this every night,” you whisper.

pablo hums. “they’re superheroes.”

you’re quiet for a beat. the lamp in the corner casts everything in gold. the air smells like lavender bubble bath and faint traces of barbecue smoke from the open kitchen window.

“you think we could do it?” you ask, almost too soft to hear.

he doesn’t even hesitate. “yes.”

your breath catches. “you didn’t even let me finish the question.”

“didn’t have to.” he turns slightly, careful not to wake miles. “you mean us. this. babies and bottles and falling asleep in the middle of the living room.”

you nod, throat tight.

“yeah,” he says again, quieter now. “i want that with you.”

his fingers find yours under the blanket. slow. warm. familiar.

“you sure?” you tease gently. “what if they all end up like keyne? he made me eat a leaf this morning.”

pablo grins, lazy and full of adoration. “then we’ll eat leaves together.”

you laugh, muffled into his shoulder. “you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m yours,” he corrects, lips brushing your temple.

and it’s true. in every sleepy, sticky, love-drenched way that counts—he is. completely. without question.

outside, the wind shifts through the trees. inside, the soft sounds of breathing, the warmth of pablo’s hand, the steady weight of miles tucked between you like he belongs there.

maybe he does. maybe someday, a few more little ones that do belong there. that are part of you both.

but for now—just this.

just pablo’s heartbeat under your cheek, the quiet hum of the night, the almost-whispered promise in the way he holds you close.

like he already knows.

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Gavi as dad plzzzs🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 something like he learning new things what breastfeeding is plz plz🥲

✮ Glow - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: the birth of your babygirl is finally here.

a/n: i loved this idea but struggled to write it so bad so i had to improvise and switch it up a little (im so sorry) BUT I TRIED MY BESTT😭

warnings: fluff overloadd

“how you feeling mi vida?”

you’d given birth to your first born, julia, one hour ago. and to say the least, you were really really exhausted. and that’s not even the worse of it.

“tired,” you simply replied.

“i bet,” your husband confided.

pablo took your hand into his, keeping it close to his lips. “you did amazing though darling.” he said, with that sparking look in his eyes. the same sparkle that you saw when you first met.

“where’s julia? i saw them take her away but it’s been—” you suddenly felt a wave of panic, spouting out meaningless words with every breath.

“ey, ey.. she’s okay,” he calmly reassured, placing gentle kisses on the back of your hand, instantly settling your nerves. “they had to take her to the affirmitary for checkups.”

“okay, alright,” you finally subsided.

. . .

“hey beautiful,” your mom said whist opening the door to your room, with belen by her side. “¿te sientes bien?” (you feeling okay?) belen asked, running a comforting hand through your hair.

“mhm, yeah just tired,” you repeated once more; already growing sick of the amount of talking you’d have to do in the coming hours.

all you craved to do was sleep, but you never wanted gavi to leave you alone. he’d been by your side almost the whole nine-months—skipping training sessions for appointments, doing daily night runs for anything you wanted—and now you had attached to him hip by hip, because he made you feel so so loved.

“why don’t you get some sleep? i’ll be right here with you. i’m not going anywhere,” pablo said reassuringly. “si, si. it’s whats best for you honey.” your mom piped up.

“si maybe, but i did kinda wanna see julia properly before i slept,” but no doubt the fatigue was daunting over to you, rubbing your eyes slowly.

“you will, i can wake you up when she’s here.” your husband spoke gently, tickling your forearm.

“bueno, bueno.” you stumble out. “nos vemos luego tortolitos.” (see you two lovebirds later) your mom teased, giggling.

the two women left the room silently, waving you both goodbye. after some silence, you kept wriggling around trying to get comfy. “hey pablito..” you whined a little.

he shot up his brows, looking at you nervously.

“can you do me a favour?”

“could you just..” you shuffled over on the bed, signalling for him to come lay with you. “please?”

his shoulders dropped in tension, because for a faint second he was worried. but he would never pass this opportunity, letting out a light chuckle and exhaled, “yeah, of course i can baby.”

gavi soon nestled next to you, draping the thin covers closer to the both of you. you curled up against his body, his arm cloaked over your stomach, that was definitely sore.

pablo promptly noticed the slight scrunch of your nose, and the soft motions of your eyebrows getting closer together—he could tell you were in pain.

“what’s wrong mi amor? tell me.” he inquired firmly, knowing you usually dismissed your feelings.

you groan, agitated. “my stomach is just a little sore, that’s all,” you whispered, laughing it off.

“ven aquí, let me help.” he pressed his large hand underneath your shirt, resting softly on your tender skin; etching delicate patterns on your belly.

you sighed in relief, the tension finally being released under your husband’s embracing touch.

The exhaustion from these past couple hours had enveloped your mind and body, finally calming you down to sleep.

pablo traced his index finger from your forehead, down to your nose, around your cheeks and then back up to your forehead again fragilely. before leaning closer to your ear, “i’ll wake you up when julia comes back in, just sleep for me bebé.”

“te amo.”

it’s now close to 8am, and you woke up to distinct chatter floating around the room, but also to sweet kisses on your hairline. stirring at the sudden light of the room, you squint around to catch eyes with your beloved husband.

“buenas tardes, sleeping beauty,” pablo hushed mutely, cupping your face with his left hand, “i didn’t wanna wake you up too harshly, so i thought kisses would do the trick.”

he left you giggling relentlessly, as he carefully brushed your stray hair out of your eyes so he could see you better.

unaware, both of your dad’s stood near the visitors chairs in the corner, staring admiringly at you two, swarmed in each others love.

“sleep comfortably bug?” your dad probed, walking closer to you. “pablo was telling us how brave you were throughout the whole way.”

“you did so well neña, as i’m sure pablo’s already told you,” señor paez added. you laughed again, looking up at your drowsy husband, whom was subtly smirking. “of course he did.”

the nurse who accompanied you along the way, walked in with your baby in her arms, gently babbling. “hey momma, i think your little girl is hungry.”

pablo beamed at the sight of her, in complete awe. the little bundle of joy that he waited nine months for was finally here.

as a reflex, he had quickly leaped off the bed, as the nurse handed her over to you. “oh she’s so beautiful,” you murmured, your eyes leaking for the, already, third time this morning.

gavi leaned in closer to the two of you, creeping around the side of your face. “hey princesa..” he whispered softly, “we’re your mamá and papá.”

in such indifference to his confident, boyish voice—this time it cracked, like for the first time you’d heard ever. his eyes were also beginning to tear up like yours, but he would never let anyone see.

“we’ll leave you guys alone,” pablo’s dad voiced, giving you both a gentle squeeze to your hands.

“we are all waiting for you back home.” your dad spoke mellowly. he pressed one final peck to your sticky forehead before soon walking out along with gavi’s father.

the nurse instructed you what to do; as you admitted you were a little anxious if you didn’t do it properly. “hah, no don’t worry mrs. paez, most first-time moms feel the same way,” she heartily assured, resting her hand on your knee.

the moment you’d been waiting for.

you cradled julia close to your chest, and she soon latched on and began feeding. pablo’s heart swelled as he observed the way you instinctively guided your daughter—your gentle touch reassuring her that you were there.

gavi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of you. the two girls he loved the most in the world laying infront of him.

“honey,” you hushed. “your staring.”

he finally broke out of his gaze, his cheeks a little rosy, but looking at you dearly. “how can i not? es difícil cuando ustedes dos hermosas chicas están sentadas frente a mí.” (it’s hard when you two gorgeous girls are sitting infront of me).

offering a shy smile, you mockingly shot him a glare as if saying, now’s not the time, but you still felt flustered by your husband’s flirty words after all these years.

“does it not hurt?” he asked soothingly, concern threading through his voice.

“not really. it’s a bit uncomfortable at first, but it’s getting better.” you responded back.

instructively, he shifted closer, tying your hair up in his hand. “you’re amazing,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “you really can do everything amor.”

as you continued breastfeeding, pablo finally spoke. “mario and ale are waiting downstairs, they wanted to come see you and jules,” he laughed mid sentence. “but i’m sure you don’t have wanna speak to more people.”

you shook your head, “it’s not that, i’m just still a little drained—could you thank them for me and tell them i’ll hopefully see them tomorrow?”

“por supuesto,” (of course), brushing an eyelash from your cheek. “i’ll come back up in a few minutes, i’m just gonna go say hi to them. are you craving anything? i’ll gladly go get it for you cariño.”

“maybe ice cream? oo! and that cookie dough from furno’s?” you beamed up at him. pregnancy cravings were sure tough work.

“normal food?” he widened his eyes in surprise “does this mean no more pickle and jam sandwiches?!” he shrieked sarcastically, practically giddy from disbelief.

“i guess,” you shrug with a smile. “but if you act that way again, i’ll eat them on purpose.”

as pablo left the room, you looked down at your precious babygirl, cooing in your arms and couldn’t help but let a few tears fall again.

“you are already so loved jules,” you murmured, your voice shaky. “mamá and papà love you so much. everybody does.”

you sniffled, prying your arm free to wipe away your tears. “but most importantly, your papá is gonna be right here to protect you. me and you both. he’s like the superman of this family, yeah?” you cooed.

it didn’t matter if she couldn’t understand yet, but realising that you couldn’t get any luckier with the guy you had with you now was almost like a fever dream.

he was perfect. as a dad, as a husband.

as if you couldn’t hold them back anymore, tears glide down your cheeks as ykh continued to sob quietly, of pure joy. you couldn’t believe you had this tiny princess laying in your arms, tightly grasping on to your finger.

an hour later, gavi walked back into the room with a handful of precisely picked red roses, a few rays of different shades, the cookie dough and the ice cream you yearned for.

“aqui esta linda dama,” (here it is) “the traffic outside is a nightmare! you know i was stuck in this huge queue for eighteen minutes!” he ranted, and you were biting back bubbles of laughter.

he carefully set your food down on the table beside you, then sat down in his usual seat. “do you wanna hold her guapo? it’s about time.”

he audibly gasped, like you were threatening him in choosing between you or your child.

“is that even a question?” he blurted out, now cradling her in his strong arms.

“hola mi princesita,” pablo cooed, rocking her gently side to side.

“no tienes idea de cuánto amor te tengo ya” (you have no idea how much i love you already) he slurred, the euphoria clogging up his throat.

he took a long pause to admire his newborn baby, smiling generously. nobody could wipe that smile from his face even if they tried. “you’ve got momma’s endearing features already, haven’t you?”

you immediately blushed at his words, still having the same effect on you as before; hiding under the box of your desserts.

“see? and i can still make her blush even now,” he teased, turning his head to smirk at you.

then he swiftly turned his attention back to her, delicately securing the miniature blanket around her precious body. “i promise to love and protect you every day jules. no matter what it’s from.”

. . .

the time of the hour when you had to leave finally came along, and it was clear you were relived. gavi strung julia’s car seat into his grip, carrying her out of the hospital whilst you closely followed.

she was staring back at you with beady eyes, the same ones pablo has. predictably, you already knew she was gonna be a little troublemaker and using her pouts to get what she wanted—a carbon copy of her dad.

although, even if she did turn out like her papá, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[vanilladiorr]

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 - Pablo Gavi

Summary: Gavi got jealous when he saw a guy flirting with you at the Wedding Ceremony, he ended up pulling you into a makeout session. Pairing: Gavi x FEM!Reader Genre: Fluff Fluff Fluff Warning/s: Hot Makeout session, Kissing, jealousy. A/n: sorry I' suck at writing summaryy! I'm listening to One of the girls by weekend, L-RD While writing, Feeling hawwrt T_T

You and gavi were at Gavi's cousin's wedding, surrounded by the festivities and grandeur of the event.

The venue was adorned with beautiful decorations, and a large group of people had assembled to celebrate the special day.As Gavi excused himself to speak to a friend, you took advantage of the moment to go grab a drink.

You felt a gentle tap on your shoulder, which drew your attention and making you turn around. There, you were greeted by the sight of a young, handsome blond man standing before you, his grey eyes meeting your gaze..

The man greeted you with the simple question, "Hola? Are you alone?" His smile was warm and welcoming, though you couldn't help but feel a slight sense of unease.

Nevertheless, you chose to brush it aside.

"No, I'm here with my boyfriend" you said

He introduced himself with a friendly tone, "I'm Lorenzo Jordan." As he extended his hand towards you, you took it and shook it firmly in return.

The conversation had been going smoothly between you two, but Lorenzo began to decrease the distance between you, trying to touch you, and even started to flirt shamelessly.

Your thoughts were filled with the hope that Gavi would return as soon as possible. Despite your mention of having a boyfriend, Lorenzo persisted in his advances.

As Lorenzo attempted to touch your shoulder, his hand was suddenly stopped by the intervention of none other than Gavi himself.

His hand grabbed Lorenzo's wrist firmly, a stern expression on his face as he stepped between you and the blond man.

Lorenzo attempted to dismiss his behavior with a casual attitude, saying, "Oh, man, I was just being casual." However, Gavi's patience wore thin quickly, his temper flaring at the man's flimsy excuse.

You intervened, quickly trying to diffuse the situation before Gavi lost his cool completely and create a scene. You spoke in a calm yet firm tone, "Gavi, calm down. This is your cousin's wedding, we can't be causing a scene here."

Gavi sent one final glare in Lorenzo's direction before turning his attention to you, his concern evident in his voice as he asked, "Are you okay?" You nodded.

Gavi's jealousy was impossible to hide, the sight of another man flirting with you stirring a mix of feelings inside him. He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to assert his claim over you right in that moment.

Gavi's grip on your wrist was firm yet gentle as he led you away from the bustling wedding venue, guiding you towards the nearby restrooms, more schedule area.

Gavi closed the door behind you both, sealing off the restroom from the outside world. His eyes then fell upon you

Gavi pinned you firmly between the sink and his body, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crashed against yours in a fierce, possessive kiss..

The kiss was messy and sloppy yet possessive..

He pushed his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss as you wrapped your arms around him. One of his hands gripped your waist possessively, while the other slowly trailed under your dress, tracing the soft curve of your thigh..

After a moment, he pulled away, leaving you both breathless. As you caught your breaths, his lips found yours again, this time softer, more deliberate, pouring intimacy and desire into every lingering kiss..

You pulled away slightly, only for him to bury his head in the curve of your neck, his lips trailing heated kisses along your skin. His breath was warm against your ear as he murmured, "You're only mine, and mine alone.

"I'm yours," you whispered back, moaning as he touches you

"How much time is left before the bride's entry?" he asked, his voice low but urgent."I think it'll take a while," you replied, your breath hitching slightly.

"Good," he murmured, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then let's continue. I can't hold back any longer." His fingers brushed against your shoulder as he slid the strap of your dress down..

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a/n: aaaa haven't written for my baby in agesss thank u for this req anon !! (ik it's preeeetty old so i hope u don't mind sjdnfdksjnf)

★ was actually quite shy before the two of you started dating, and even at the beginning of your relationship - just because he seemed intimidated by the idea of you and didn't want to put a foot wrong when talking with you

★ but as soon as he got comfortable with you he's talking your ear off about everything

★ like i just know he has the craziest gossip from the lockerroom and has opinions on absolutely EVERYTHING

★ just so so so clingy like you're literally amazed at how he used to function before the two of you started dating bc now he can't go more than like a day without seeing you

★ it isn't like a possessive clinginess (in reality it's actually a lot simpler) - he just knows he feels happy around you, and he loves you, so why wouldn't he want to spend every waking minute with you?

★ like, if there is a situation in which you have to spend time apart he's not going to stop you, but just know he's not going to enjoy it at all and the minute you reunite he'll have to make up for lost time

★ that and maybe a thousand texts about how much he misses you or tiktoks because everything he sees reminds him of you

★ love language is 100% physical touch like is there even a question ...

★ and it's more than just hugs and kisses it's interlocked pinkies, goodnight kisses on the back of your nape - if the two of you are lying on the couch or bed doing your own thing he'll throw a leg over yours just to feel your touch

★ thinking about that time kuonde said he's really fun to tease bc he's so easy to rile up ... yeah

★ like of course it's all loving but you just love the look on your boyfriend's face when you tease him - his pout and pleading eyes ...

★ definitely not a morning person at all, you've spent way too many mornings struggling to wriggle out of his grip in fear of being late for work/class

"Baby, I need to go," you say sternly, though given the fact that you're boyfriend's eyes are still closed you don't feel confident you're going to get your way. "Mmf," is all you get in response, as well as him strengthening his grip on you and burying his face into the side of your stomach.

★ (just remembered that clip of him snoring LOL) - which you actually didn't notice for like a year into your relationship because he always made sure you fell asleep first, it just makes it easier for him to rest knowing you're comfortable

★ but one night when u woke up to get some water you were absolutely shocked by how loud he could be (you opted to sleep on the couch that night because you wouldn't have been able to rest otherwise - but he came and found u in less than an hour because the empty space next to him woke him up)

★ as much as he hates to admit it, he lovesss being babied like he'll try to hold out as long as he can and put on a big manly front but the minute you're cooing and calling him pet names he's melting immediately

★ doesn't fully understand things like makeup/hair/clothes but what he does know is when his girlfriend looks extra beautiful

"I like that thing you did with your hair today, it's really pretty," he hums as the two of you are getting ready to leave on a date. "Oh? My blowout?" "Yeah, sure, it looks good on you - same as when you get those little white lines on your nails done." "French tips?" "Yeah, you tell your nail lady that and I'll pay for it."