#pablo torre fanfic

[pedriache]

Hii! I love your fics I was wondering if you could do Pablo torre bf hcs thank you!!🫶🏼

Pablo Torre Boyfriend Head Canons ! ‘ oh i believe, they’re meant to be. Something, somehow, someday. ’

Bf!Pablo who . . . said the first ‘I love you.’ It was messy and accidental—he’d been wanting to do it romantically, but he had never been able to hold a secret from you. And ever since he said it, he never stopped. He said it when you were making dinner, when you were cleaning, when you were simply walking beside him. He is just so deeply and utterly in love with you.

Bf!Pablo who . . . doesn’t mind PDA. It’s not his absolute favorite thing, he likes to keep it intimate between the two of you. But, he always holds your hand in public. Sometimes he’ll kiss you too—mostly on your forehead and cheek, but it’s all you need.

Bf!Pablo who . . . does everything and anything for you. His love language is definitely acts of service. He will make you your favorite meals just because. If you break something, he’ll go and get it fixed the second he has the time outside of training and games. If you stare longingly at a pet on the street—he’s bringing you to the pet store the next day. Anything to see a smile grow on your face.

Bf!Pablo who . . . is very timid and quiet. You do a lot of the talking in the relationship. He prefers to listen to you speak since he wasn’t one to talk often, but that is not to say this boy doesn’t get his yap on. There are times he speaks so much about some random topic, it leaves you speechless. His cheeks will flush when he realizes.

“Sorry, am I rambling?”

“Yes, and I love it. Keep going!”

Bf!Pablo who . . . hates when you’re upset. The rare moments when you do argue and fight, it weighs on him heavily. He’ll practically get headaches from how much it stresses him out. Even when you are in the wrong he can’t find it in himself to stay angry with you for too long. Sure, he’ll wait until you inevitably apologize, but the second you start—well, he’s already sighing thankfully and pulling you into a hug.

Bf!Pablo who . . . adores you most ardently. He could stare at you for hours and never get sick of you. He would be content just spending every minute of every day hearing you talk about one of your new interests. He loves watching you do your makeup or do your skin care or.. well everything for that matter! In his eyes, you are perfect.

Bf!Pablo who . . . loves when you come to his games. He’ll even scan the crowd (when he knows you’ll be there) to find you before he relaxes and gets ready to play. He will make sure to lift a hand in your direction and you’ll be sure to send an air kiss his way. He will smile and shake his head, but his heart fills to the brim at the small action.

Bf!Pablo who . . . does everything to assure you are alright. If you are sick or depressed or anything that has your mood being anything but happy—he’s finding a way to change that. Whether it’s ordering your favorite snacks or bringing you home a gift basket—he’s doing it. If you want alone time, he’ll give it to you without a complaint. If you need to lay in his arms for hours, he’ll let you without hesitation. At the end of the day, you are the one that keeps him grounded so he will do the same for you.

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[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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[zombvic]

FALLING IN LOVE, WITH YOU

summary : how i think the la masia boys would realize theyre in love with you

notes : this is a filler because i dont have anything finnished rn ... im making this and some headcannons a series x lmk who you want to see in the future. ALSO! im leaving for a three week vacation on tuesday (given its sunday rn) so theres gonna be less n less fics. ill have some drafts which ill post but ..

pairings : hector fort , marc guiu , pau cubarsi , lamine yamal x reader

HECTOR is considered a serious and somewhat private guy. he thinks, before sharing details about himself with others. he was cautious and discrete, even around you. although he didn't know it at the time, hector slowly began to feel more comfortable sharing every little detail about his experiences and daily life with you, no matter how big or small. when something important happened, you became his first thought. after some time, he began to realize just how much he truly loved and admired you.

PAU is still pretty young. being basically freshly seventeen, a prominent player for the barcelona team. id imagine pau to be in a relationship for over six months before he realizes hes in love. the moment he realizes the fact is when hes missing you. missing your touch, missing your voice, missing your eyes, missing you as a whole. it could be considered as clingy but he just misses you and thats what he considered as love.

LAMINE is even younger than pau but quite mature for his age. he enjoys thinking far, far ahead. lamine often finds himself fantasizing about his future—his future house, family, future in football—and while doing so, he realizes that he can't imagine a reality without you by his side. another moment where he realizes his actual feelings towards you is when you meet his family. he is a family-oriented person and loves his family, especially his brother. he would melt at the sight of you and keyne together, and the moment he introduces you to his parents and they approve, it's decided. he's in love

MARC would be smitten since day one. i can imagine him as a golden retriever type boyfriend. but the moment he realizes his love for you is when he sees you at basically every match, cheering, supporting, being there for him.

[spidybaby]

Holiday Vlog 🎄✨️

Barca Boys x Youtuber!Reader

Summary: You do your yearly Holiday Vlog, but this time you have a special guest.

Warnings: cursing, christmas celebration (for those who don't celebrate)

Pedri

"Okay, so the set is not the usual." You say, stating the obvious. "We are in my car, and we are going to my boyfriend's house to prepare some Christmas dishes." You explain.

You check if you have everything for the dishes you promised Pedri to do with Fer and him. You were going to make cookies, banana bread, Rosy's recipe of a canarian dessert, and more.

"So I have everything we need, I'll just need willingness from my boyfriend to be able to cook four Christmas dishes." You chuckle.

You talk about your adventure buying everything. Basically doing a voice-over because you'll place some clips over the voice.

You call Pedri as you are outside his house. He and Fer walk out to help you bring the ingredients inside and to the kitchen.

"Ven aquí." Pedri says, leaving the things in the counter and then turning to you to give you a hug. "Ready to spend the best christmas ever?"

You nod, giving him a kiss. "Are you ready to be my vlog partner?" You ask, separating and pointing at him with the camera. "Some words, pepi?"

He thinks for a while. "We are going to make banana bread, and we are going to kiss under the mistletoe." He smiles, giving a thumbs up.

You chuckle, putting the camera down and giving him a kiss. "Te amo."

"Yo más." He smiles and goes back to your lips. "Let's make some yummy dishes."

You organize the ingredients in his kitchen. Fer printed out some steps on what to do, you'll edit the clips to make them look aesthetic.

"Do we need to not mention something or what?" He asks, looking at you while you positipn the camera.

"You can say all you want, I'll edit it out." You smile. "Ready?"

He nods, positioning next to you on the frame. "Do I have to say something?"

"Want to say hi and tell what we are doing?" You ask, pressing recording.

He blushes lightly. "Vamo' a hacer pan de platano, unas galletas y vamos a hacer un postre canario que los va a dejar niquelaos." (We are going to make banana bread, cookies, and a canarian dessert that is going to make your brain blow)

You smile. "We are going to begin with the banana bread." You smile. "Thankfully, Pedri's brother Fer printed us the recipes with very detailed steps."

"Perfecto!" He says. "And we have the famous platanos de Canarias." He shows them. "I got them for free." He laughs.

You giggle. You start to read the instructions, following the steps with him. Pedri was so enthusiastic about it.

You two make all the recipes, taking a good time but being happy about being able to make it together and to be spending quality time together.

"We are going to load the dishwasher and wait for everything to cool." You smile. "Thank you, guys. I love you all. Pedri and I wish you a happy holiday and to those who celebrate a merry christmas."

You turn the camera off, taking the break time to charge the battery. You help Pedri load the dishwasher and place some clean dishes in their respective areas.

You feel two cold hands and a kiss on your neck. "Do you want to order some food and maybe watch something while we wait?" He asks, giving you more kisses.

You say yes to him. He grabs your hands and walks with you to his room. His parents are in Tenerife, and Fer is busy playing.

You order something and cuddle with him in bed. The movie and food were good. "Thank you for doing this vlog with me." You whisper, kissing his nose.

"Don't thank me." He giggles. "I love doing this stuff with you. Te amo."

"Te amo, Pepi."

Ferran

"Hola, Ferran here." He says into the camera. "And this is Y/n." He points at you.

You wave to the camera, hugging him by the neck and giving him a kiss. "Hi, guys."

"Today, we are going to buy some last-minute presents." He explains. "This happened because someone lost the gif-"

"He did." You interrupted him. "But we are not going to point fingers to anyone." You smile.

He scuffs. "Okay, so we are going to the mall, but before this is our outfit of the day." He smiles, placing the camera and getting a full picture of your outfits. "Go." He instructed you.

You smile at him, looking at him with lovey eyes. "I'm wearing a The North West jacket, I have Ferran's t-shirt under." You open your jacket a little, showing the t-shirt. "I have a pair of thermal leggings, some fuzzy socks from primark, and my boots are from ugg." You finish.

"My jacket is from Off White." Ferran says. "My polo shirt, same as my baby." He smiles to you. "Some cargos from I don't know and my jordans. I also will be wearing this over my mouth because I don't want to be recognized."

He grabs the camera, grabbing your hand and walking. He was loving taking over the vlogs, he loves being able to share more than he does in social media.

"We are going to get his sister and mother something and also we are getting a Christmas outfit for him." You say.

You two began your adventure with Ferran explaining everything you are doing. He likes taking the chance to make your channel his own.

"Pick this or that." He says.

You focus on the options. "That."

He makes a face. "Okay, this." He smiles, placing the item into the basket.

You move the camera to focus on yourself. "This is why I have trust issues." You pout.

You two move from buying the gifts to get his outfit. You explain to the camera that Ferran is someone who's very simple with his outfits, so this time, he allowed you to be the one to dress him.

"This is a, what is it called?" He asks you. "Impress dress." He says.

"Dress to impress, my love." You giggle. "Okay, so pick a store."

He thinks for a few moments, grabbing your hand and walking over to this store where you can get an ugly Christmas sweater.

"Do you want this?" You point to the sweaters. "Ferran, amor." You laugh.

"We can match ugly sweaters."

You nod, not wanting to end his happy grin. You search with him, he then sees something he likes.

"If I find your size, we are wearing this for Christmas night." He smiles.

You look at the ugliest sweater you have ever seen, but the way your boyfriend is smiling. You turn the recording back on, sighing.

"Guys, it seems like Ferran and I have our christmas outfits ready!" You say with a happy voice.

Gavi

"Do I look good?" He asks, checking himself in the small screen. "Is my hair alright?"

You smirk, h used to be so shy at the sight of the camera, and now he's used to it.

"You look good." You smile at him, fixing a string of hair that's looking weird. "I love the way your outfit looks, Pablito."

"We are matching." He giggles, hugging you by the waist. "What are we talking about in this vlog?"

"Just giving a small recap of our day, maybe a clip of us opening the gifts, and that's that." You explain. "Is that okay?"

He nods, understanding that you cut your vlog short because of him. Since you started dating, you changed your vlogging style. Trying to keep him out of it for the most part.

Pablo is not someone who likes cameras, even when his life revolves around cameras that picture hik from every angle while he plays.

He's not mad at the pictures you ask, and you keep to yourself or the memories you capture in video but never show to anybody.

He sometimes gets uncomfortable with the overexposure that people put him through, and he rejects the small moments you try to show him.

After some time, he got used to the idea of you being a vlogger. He likes the idea, actually. It was fun to see a recap of your day when he was away.

"Okay, my pumpkins," you say to the camera. "I'm over at my boyfriend's home. We are spending this Christmas together, and we have quite a tight schedule."

"Very tight." He remarks.

You chuckle at that. "And we are going to have dinner with his family, we will play some Christmas games and then open the gifts."

"Let's go eat," He shouts excitedly. "Vamoooos"

You show a very happy Gavi. You cut to the camera, walking with him to the kitchen. You charge the camera while eating with his family.

You have a nice talk with his parents and sister. You love them so much. Aurora and you planned on doing a small battle of building gingerbread houses.

You get everything set up. It was between Pablo Sr, Belen, Aurora, and you. Aurora's boyfriend, Pablo's grandma, and Pablo were the judges.

"Amor, come here." Gavi calls you. You see him with your camera on his hands. "We need to film this."

You smile at him, never thinking he would be the one starting the camera. "Pumpkins, we are doing this competition of building gingerbread houses." You explain. "Gavi, here. He's going to be the judge, and believe me when I tell you that he's not going to favor me."

He shakes his head no at your statement. "I'm a fair judge." He says, very serious tone.

You show the gingerbread building boxes, showing that each of them has a name. Gavi shows his family and asked them in a scale of 1 to 10 how confident they felt.

The competition began, you were never the best at building things, so obviously it was kind of messy.

Aurora, on the other hand, looked like an expert. Doing everything flawlessly. Your house was kind of tilted, and you can tell that it was not made with love.

After a fun, frustrating, but very full of love experience. It was time to judge. Gavi took the time to film the house and ask for an explanation.

"Y/n," He sighs. "Explain to us your very interesting architecture." He laughs.

"It's a modern and very revolutionary way of construction. Not for rockies." You joke.

The time of judging began, Gavi took the camera with him and filmed the audio of him and the judges picking the winner.

Obviously, it was not your almost destroyed house, you laugh when he offered you a peppermint candy as a consolation prize.

"If it makes you feel better, I voted for you." He smiles, hugging your waist.

"It actually makes it all better." You say, kissing him.

Fermin

Fermin is someone kind of shy. I think describing him is easy because he's not someone who's overly a sharer, but he's also not the shy and low profile guy.

When you explain to him that you were a youtuber and that you have a very successful vlogmas, that involved you doing different things during Christmas as decorations, gift shopping, outfits, different dishes.

He was confused because he didn't really got it. It was after that date that he ran home and searched your name in the YouTube search bar.

Your videos were very popular. It was a yearly series where you shared how you planned to decorate, how you were going to wrap your gifts, the usual.

He fell in love with how much you enjoyed doing these vlogs. At the same time, it was funny when he was away for games to see your vlogs and feel like he never left.

"This is the third time we tried to film this video, guys." You laugh. "The first time, Fermin lay down on the couch and fell asleep while I was getting the gifts."

"I love that couch." He says.

"The second time, we lost all the scissors. Turns out they were under the couch." You say, pointing at the different scissors.

"So, welcome to our vlog. Today, Fermin and I are going to wrap all the gifts we got for our family and friends."

"And before you say <oh, but what if they see it?> we got it covered, don't worry." He explains.

You love how he's now a vlog master, always taking over you when you needed the help.

"Okay, we have a dilema because my proposal was using the red wrapping for family and the green for friends."

"And I think that it's better if we do a white wrapping for family, green for close friends and red for other friends."

You two think for a while, you let him have his way and take his idea for wrapping. "We have two different wrapping paper of each color, so pick one."

"I want this for mom, this for dad and this for my brother." He says, picking one that is not even on the pile.

"That's not even an option." You say, pouting.

"Well, it is now." He smirks. Placing the wrapping out of your reach. "Pick yours." He says.

You do, picking the wrapping and selecting the gifts. You placed a lawyer of newspaper so the boxes weren't see-through, and you could show how you are wrapping the gifts.

You explained to Fermin how to do it since he had never wrapped anything before. It was a small tutorial for him.

Fermin was talking about a story of him and his family during the holidays. He was concentrated but also doing his storytelling job.

You were so happy to see him being so lost into the camera. He loved being with you at your daily vlogs, and he was from now on your new vlog buddy.

After a few tries and some not very cute wrappings, he grabs a small box, trying to be sneaky about it.

"Need help?" You ask him.

"No, no. Go back to your gifts." He says quickly, hiding the box. "No peaking." He says, pushing you to your side of the station.

You laugh at him, watching him being all secretive with what is obvious your gift. You let him do himself and finish his wrapping.

"Look, this one looks good." He says, proud of his very rough wrapped gift.

You clap your hands, happy for him. It was a hard-working wrapping, and you were not going to discourage it.

"Me encanta, Fer." You smile, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him.

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl 💛

[frenchvanilla-mase]

winner, winner | f. torres

summary: the spain national team win the euros and ferran’s girls couldn’t be prouder.

notes: dad!ferran always 😭 a draft from my old accounts i’ve edited to be more fitting. quickly edited. let me know what you think!!! enjoy! <3

“—AND HERE, PRINCESSA, IS WHERE your papi is going to lift the trophy tomorrow.”

his teammates laughed, smiling at the pair as others continued to walk around and inspect the pitch, mentally preparing themselves for the big day ahead.

ferran stood laughing as well, chuckling heartily even with a pink plastic pacifier hanging between his teeth and soft baby blanket in his arms, his entire heart and soul blinking up at him, clueless to his reason for laughter.

tia torres was, and always would be, his greatest prized possession. i mean, he wouldn’t complain if he got a trophy in his arms tomorrow, but no feeling would top the one when he held his baby girl.

she was just about to turn one, starting to crawl and make funny sounds. ferran was adamant to get her to say papi first, he didn't care if she was halfway there to 'mama' with her drawn out 'mmm's', he knew she understood him and wouldn't let him down by saying papi first. everytime he spoke to her, your heart melted. always such a upbeat, soft tone, he spoke nice and clear to her in the hopes she would repeat it back. he was so sweet with her, so in love, and the way she looked at him and smiled when he talked - you knew she was in love with him too.

she came into your lives a little unexpectedly and despite all the worries and anxieties, you didn’t know what you did without her. ferran didn’t know what he did without her. he didn’t know what he did before her. he felt like an entirely different man since tia came into your lives and cringed at the man he was before. he liked the night feeds and the early mornings. he liked the tasting of bad baby food and job of freshening his girl up with a fresh diaper. he liked the challenge of getting her to sleep (which was easy for him than you) and taking her out by himself so you could enjoy some time to yourself.

he took pride in being a ‘young dad’, he didn’t care about going to nightclubs in dubai or festivals in ibiza anymore, he was happy to be at home with his two girls and make many, many memories with the pair of you.

he stood with her in his arms, walking her around the pitch with his barça teammates by his side. tomorrow was the final against england and you’d flown out with your daughter for what you knew would be a historic moment. after all, you wanted to show your support and be there for your boyfriend in time of celebration or comfort.

“just think, hermano, this time tomorrow, we’ll be here, getting ready for kickoff,” pedri’s arms excitedly shook ferran’s shoulders from behind, hyping him up at the thought. bless him, he’d suffered an injury in his leg, but that didn’t stop his excitement for his teammates playing in the final.

tia’s eyes widened in her sleepy state, looking up at her papi who still had her pacifier in his mouth. he moved her around to face him, smiling at pedri’s antics as she stared up at him, reaching for her dummy, but ferran pulled away teasingly, watching her half-amusingly fight for it. the boys smiled at his immaturity, always messing around - even with a one year old. “hermanoo, give her it,” even pedri thought he was cruel, pouting sympathetically at the little girl.

he chuckled as tia’s small smile turned into a frown as she started to whimper frustratedly, and he gave in, letting go of the dummy for her to take back. "'m only joking, mi princessa, te amo mucho," her cheek was quickly smothered by his kisses as she rightfully sucked her dummy into her mouth. he’d never mean to upset his baby girl on purpose.

he continued to carry her around the pitch, bouncing her slightly as he knew she was usually asleep at this time, but her schedule was a little off with the travelling making her miss out her nap and now with ferran begging you to take her to see the stadium, she was behind on getting her final bottle which usually sent her to sleep.

although it looked like she didn’t need a bottle, as her eyes slowly fluttered with each rock of her daddy’s arms, she was content and cozy in his embrace and didn’t care about the big bright lights shining down on her. if she was in her daddy’s arms, she could fall asleep anywhere.

when she woke up again. it was 6:30am. you’d spent the entire day with her in berlin, exploring with ferran’s family while he was with the international team, prepping for the big day. you were nervous since the minute you woke up, wishing and praying things went their way and that ferran and the team got the result they wanted. you just hoped he would be fine no matter the turnout, and that tia would be able to put a smile on his face no matter what. he’d been playing so well and deserved it more than anything.

the next time you were in the stadium, tia was with you, dressed in a mini 11 jersey with papa on the back, she looked around the place she’d been in just the day before.

you were on edge the entire game, unable to take your eyes off the field and when halftime ended with 0-0, your anxieties increased. ferran was on the bench, undoubtedly awaiting a substitute until the game kicked off and not 2 minutes later - spain had the lead.

the stadium roared and you got the first real sense of hope and belief, trying not to jump and yell too much given your baby was still sat on your knee. from your point of view, you tried to point to the players bench where her papi sat, but she was clueless, too many things going on and too much to look at to keep her occupied, she was transfixed on the many different flags and people surrounding her.

when england scored, you were a wreck again, and prepared yourself for pens when m. oyarzabal shot the second goal into the net and all your nerves deflated. there was no coming back now, you had nothing to be afraid of.

the final whistle blew and you couldn’t stop yourself from jumping up, your daughter jumping in your arms, you yelled out with almost tears of happiness as she looked around bewildered. the stadium was thriving, singing and jumping, celebrating their country as fireworks went off. you watched the team take the stage, proudly representing their kit and your heart swelled with pride as your ferran stepped up the stage, shaking the hands of some very important people before his medal was hung deservingly around his neck.

as other families of players made their way to the pitch, you followed in lead, buzzing with excitement as you led you and tia down the steps.

ferran was talking with pedri’s family when he thought he heard you call him. he glanced around and broke out into the biggest smile when he saw you making your way over with your baby girl in your arms. “it’s papiiii!” you bounced her, trying to get her excited, “clap for papi!”

“mi querida!” he nabbed her from your hands and jumped around, kissing her over and over and over again while your heart exploded with joy. you stepped back and took photos as he tossed her in the air, her sweet giggles melting the hearts of anyone around. “we did it! we did it, bebe!”

tia’s hands held her daddy’s face as he held her in the air, grinning down at him, he took her dummy away so he could see those two little bottom teeth smiling at him.

“congrats! mi guapo,” you finally interrupted their moment, feeling left out, you wrapped your arms around your other half and squeezed him tightly. “we are so so so proud of you!”

“hermosa,” he awed, looking at his main girl. his entire world before his mini-me came along. “te amo.” he kissed your lips, and then again and again and again. you wrapped you arm around his neck and hugged your little family, kissing your daughter’s head before she started to feel jealousy again.

“te amo,” you batted your lashes lovingly at him, looking at those beautiful brown eyes you’d fallen in love with before placing a long sweet kiss on his cheek.

“tia!!” pedri’s voice called as he hurried quickly over to the little one. he didn’t know much about babies but one thing was for sure was that she was definitely ferran’s kid. she was just him as a baby with longer lashes and a cuter nose. “hello, cutie,” he tickled her arm with his finger.

she reached for him willingly, smiling at the familiar face and he gladly accepted her embrace, always flattered she would leave her papi for him for a few minutes.

“congratulations!” you sang from ferran’s side, sharing your pride for the boy. you weren’t the only one classed as ferran’s other half – you shared that title with pedri.

“thank you, y/n,” he nodded, his leg brace pulling a little at your heartstrings. you were glad he got to experience the win with the team nonetheless and got the medal he deserved. “campeons!” he sang, raising tia’s arm in the air.

“oh wow! isn’t she gorgeous,” pedri’s mum appeared with the rest of his family, his brother greeting the little baby in his brothers arms.

“thank you,” you smiled, watching them awe over her daughter.

“she gets it from me,” ferran cockily smirked, running his hand over his hair like he was some model which made you laugh. you elbowed his side as pedri handed her back, reaching for the trophy being handed his way.

“take your baby, i need to hold my baby,” he proudly took the award into his hands and began posing with his prized possession, leaving you and ferran to chuckle while he got his photos with his family.

ferran sat on the ground with tia who was infatuated with the confetti (trying to eat fistfuls of it which he had to keep pulling from). he placed the medal around her and took some of his own photos, classing this day as probably one of the best days of his life. here with you and his baby girl, feeling like all his hard work paid off in the moment. “are you proud of papa?”

“of course she is proud of her papa,” you answered for her, “she is proud of her papa every single day. she is proud of you when you manage to open a door, let’s be honest!”

he laughed, flicking more confetti from her hands. “are you? are you proud of your papa?” he looked down at her, mirroring her sitting position with her legs apart and hands inbetween. she looked so tiny across from him. “can you say papa? say papaaa.”

“pa!”

“yes! say papa!”

“pa!!” she repeated, laughing at his pleased reaction.

“yes!”

cameras clicked in your direction as the three of you stood together, tia getting distracted by the medal around her daddy’s neck and inspecting it curiously as the trophy was passed in ferran’s direction.

he posed with the trophy, the proud look on your face only growing before you joined. “wow,” you thought, running your thumb over the engraved title of spain on the silver. you all smiled with it, tia playing with the red and yellow ribbon when ferran lifted her to try and set her in it.

“ferran!” you laughed, watching your baby share a look of confusion and maybe a little discomfort from the cold metal at why her dad had placed her in there. he chuckled and quickly lifted her out, kissing her once more.

“that is getting framed for the living room,” he promised, laughing at the image.

her tiny fits wrapped around his fingers as he stood her up from the ground, keeping her still next to the trophy she was almost the same size as. he kissed it once more before handing it off to his next teammate, happy with his time with it. “my girls,” he smiled, hugging his little one on his left and pulling you into his side on the right. “i wouldn’t be able to do it without you,” he kissed both your heads.

“hmm, you couldn’t have done it without your teammates, more so,” you joked.

he rolled his eyes and shook you playfully, feeling you hand hold his over your shoulder as you began to walk around the pitch, greeting other families and congratulating his teammates. really, it gave ferran an excuse to show off his baby girl to his teammates and show just how cute she was, and how much he looked just like him.

to show off both his girls in general, and how they made him feel like he was a winner every day.

[purinfelix]

purinfelix's football masterlist! ˖ ࣪⭑

key: ➷ - oneshots ✧ - headcanons ★ - blurbs ꕤ - series

featuring: joao felix pablo gavi, pedri gonzalez, ferran torres, hector fort, trent alexander arnold, jude bellingham and multi

joão félix

find joao fics here !! (had to give him his own separate masterlist bc i have so many fics for him)

pablo gavi

➷ softly- in which Gavi realises his touches can mean more than just post-goal 'good jobs' (w/c: 496) ➷ post-match routine - your plans for post-match cuddles with your boyfriend are interrupted when he debuts a new haircut at a game (w/c: 988) ➷ signals - in which you learn to show your boyfriend that "to be loved is to be seen" (w/c: 538) ➷ secret santa - your boyfriend starts acting strange around Christmastime and you're determined to get to the bottom of it (w/c: 1.1k) ➷ "scratchy" - you love your boyfriend's new look, but it proves a slight challenge when it comes to kisses (w/c: 712) ➷ stay with me - morning struggles with your clingy boyfriend ★ can you play Ken? ★ morning struggles ➷ do i wanna know? - when you started noticing a familiar face in every one of your classes, you hadn't expected it to lead to such an intense rivalry - at least, that's what you liked to call it (w/c: 1.2k) ➷ i don't want to talk about anything - when the stress of maintaining your grades proves too much, you turn to an unexpected source of comfort (w/c: 1.5k) ↳ (sort of like a pt. 2 to 'do i wanna know'!) ➷ it's so sweet, knowing that you love me - your first time staying the night at Gavi's shows off both of your unique sleeping habits (w/c: 516) ➷ forever young - a scene from your childhood, a promise from your best friend, and a full circle moment (w/c: 889) ★ reckless ➷ birthday boy - had to write smth for my baby's birthday (w/c: 584) ✧ bf! heacanons

pedri

★ one more chapter ★ old habits die hard ★ tiny sacrifices ➷ smile for the camera - in which your internship proves more exciting than you expected (w.c: 450) ★ curls ★ puppy love ★ new look ★ not a lot, just forever

ferran torres

✧ bf! headcanons

hector fort

★ shaving

ansu fati

➷ special trick - whenever the two of you fight, your boyfriend takes advantage of your height difference to force you into talking to him (865)

trent alexander-arnold

➷ my baby takes the morning train - your boyfriend insists on accompanying you on your morning commute, despite your warnings ( 1k) ➷ oblivious - trent's attempts at making moves on the new media intern keep failing, and he has no idea why, until he enlists his teammates help (w/c: 2.7k) ★ campus crush ★ competitive ★ smug

jude bellingham

★ come find me

multi

✧ sassy men apocalypse - ft. felix, jude, trent and robbo ★ "bro" - ft. pedri, fermin, joao, gavi and jude ★ the points that matter - a young new assistant coach hired to save England's national team, and two extremely competitive teammates - ft. jude and trent

requests are open right now! you can check my rules here

[htpssgavi]

pleasee write fic about prank 😭🙏🏻

Sorry it took me that much. You will hate me for this😭

JUST A PRANK-PABLO GAVI

It was supposed to be a harmless prank. Just something to tease Y/N, to get back at her for all the times she’d made me laugh at myself. But I never thought it would end like this—never imagined that a single decision could shatter everything we had.

The idea came to me when I was out with Pedri, wandering through the mall after training. We were goofing around, talking about the game, when we passed a perfume shop. The scent wafting out caught my attention—a soft, floral fragrance that was nothing like Y/N’s usual perfume. I stopped, and Pedri noticed.

“Thinking of getting something for Y/N?” he teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I laughed, shaking my head. “No, just thinking… What if I wore this? Bet she’d freak out.”

Pedri raised an eyebrow, grinning. “You’re really going to mess with her like that?”

It sounded harmless at the time, just a way to get her riled up, to see that adorable frown she always made when she was trying to figure me out. So, I sprayed a bit on my wrist, the scent clinging to my skin. It was strong, unmistakably feminine, and I knew she’d notice it the second I walked through her door.

When I arrived at her apartment later that evening, she greeted me with her usual smile, that warm, comforting presence I’d come to rely on. But as soon as I stepped closer, her expression changed. The smile faded, replaced by a furrowed brow as she inhaled sharply.

“What’s that smell?” she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

I shrugged, trying to play it off. “What smell?”

She took another step closer, her eyes narrowing as she studied me. “That perfume… It’s not mine.”

I could see the doubt creeping into her eyes, the way her posture stiffened. My heart thudded in my chest, but I kept up the act, forcing a casual tone. “Maybe I walked by someone wearing it.”

Her eyes locked onto mine, searching for the truth. “Pablo, are you seeing someone else?”

The question hit me harder than I expected. I hadn’t thought she’d go there, hadn’t considered that she might actually believe I could betray her like that. But instead of confessing, instead of telling her it was all a stupid prank, I hesitated.

“Why would you think that?” I asked, my voice too defensive, too uncertain.

“Because you’ve never smelled like this before,” she said, her voice shaking now. “And you’re acting weird.”

Panic flared in my chest, but I pushed it down, telling myself it would be fine. I could tell her the truth later, after she calmed down. But for now, I let the lie linger.

“You’re overthinking it,” I said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.

Her face crumpled, the hurt clear in her eyes. “Pablo, please. Just tell me the truth.”

My throat tightened, the words I needed to say catching in my throat. I could see the pain in her eyes, the trust slipping away, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it. Some twisted part of me wanted to see how far this would go, how much she really cared. But that part was so wrong—so, so wrong.

She stared at me, waiting, but I stayed silent. And then something in her broke. She stepped back, shaking her head as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I can’t do this,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I can’t be with someone who might be lying to me. Who might be… with someone else.”

“Y/N, wait,” I said, panic rising in my chest as I realized she was serious. “It’s not what you think—”

“Then what is it, Pablo?” she snapped, her tears spilling over now. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re hiding something. And I can’t stay in a relationship where I’m constantly questioning if you’re being faithful.”

My heart felt like it was being torn apart. I wanted to tell her, to explain everything, but the words wouldn’t come. It was like I was frozen, trapped in this stupid game I’d started, unable to stop it from spiraling out of control.

She wiped her tears angrily, turning away from me. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m done.”

Her words were like a punch to the gut, knocking the breath out of me. “Y/N, please,” I begged, finally finding my voice. “Don’t do this. We can talk about it—”

But she shook her head, her back still turned to me. “There’s nothing to talk about. I don’t trust you anymore, Pablo. And without trust… there’s nothing left.”

I reached out to her, desperate to hold her, to make her stay, but she stepped away, her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. The sight of her, so broken, because of me—because of my stupid, childish prank—was too much to bear.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. But it was too late.

She turned to face me one last time, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and resolve. “Goodbye, Pablo.”

And then she was gone, the door closing behind her with a finality that crushed my soul. I stood there, staring at the empty space where she’d been, the scent of that damned perfume still clinging to me like a curse.

I’d never felt so alone, so completely and utterly lost. I wanted to chase after her, to tell her the truth, to beg for her forgiveness, but I couldn’t move. The weight of what I’d done held me in place, a bitter reminder of how badly I’d screwed up.

The truth was, I didn’t deserve her forgiveness. I’d played with her heart, with her trust, and now I was paying the price. The joke had backfired in the worst possible way, and I’d lost the most important person in my life because of it.

As the reality of it all sank in, I felt the tears finally come, hot and blinding. I sank to the floor, burying my face in my hands, the sound of my own sobs echoing in the empty apartment.

The scent of that perfume lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of what I’d lost, of the love I’d thrown away with my thoughtless actions. And as the night dragged on, I was left with nothing but regret, and the painful knowledge that I’d never get her back.

This was the end. And it was all my fault. All because of a stupid prank.

@spidybaby @pdriesta @gabbysthoughts4thots @gadriezmannsgirl

[sports-on-sundays]

gavi and reader long distance relationship ? then they meet up and he hugs her so tight at the airport! then he takes her around the city and shows her to his friends!

long distance / Pablo Gavi

Summary: Pablo x girlfriend!reader - You meet up with Pablo for the first time after being in a long-distance relationship for way too long.

Warnings: tiny bit of language

Requested?: Yessir

"So... next week, right...? That's when you'll be here?" Pablo asks, his sweet brown eyes shining excitedly through your phone screen.

You grin. "Yeah, if everything goes according to plan, that is."

He beams back. "I can't wait to see you and touch you and hug you... Can we cuddle the first night you come?"

You laugh. "Of course we can cuddle! Don't I always whine about how I wish we could cuddle?!"

Pablo grins. "Just wanted to make sure."

"Why do you think I'm always hugging my pillow during our late-night FaceTimes?" you tease. "It's because I'm wishing I could be cuddling with you."

Pablo's brown eyes warm even more at this, and he murmurs, "We can cuddle as much as we want and need, once you arrive in Barcelona... to make up for all the times we haven't been able to."

You feel a little flutter in your chest at his pure sincerity, before murmuring back, "I can't wait."

"Pa- Pablo?!" you squeal in shock, your whole body freezing in utter excitement, when you see your boyfriend in the airport.

He looks up, and your eyes meet.

For the first time, in real life, you get to see those beautiful, lovely, warm, sweet, handsome brown eyes that you absolutely adore so much.

You gasp a little.

"Y/n..." he barely breathes.

You've been replaying this moment again and again in your head, trying to convince yourself that there's no reason to make a scene, and that seeing Pablo physically won't be any different from seeing him on the phone, and the hug will be nice, but there's no reason to flip your wig over it, etc., etc.

All the sudden, now, though, and Pablo immediately runs for you when he sees you, all those rational, nice, respectable thoughts vanish from your head, and all your care about is the excitement and adrenaline of finally seeing your love, for the first time, in real life.

And then it comes.

You gasp as you become completely enveloped in Pablo's strong warmth, his arms wrapping so tight around you as your cheek falls into his chest. "Oh, Pablo..." you breathe, wrapping your arms back around him weakly. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? How much I've dreamed of this moment?"

He smiles into your hair, kissing your scalp, and murmurs, "No, but I'm sure it wasn't as much as I waited for it." A soft, heavenly chuckle escapes him, and now, finally, for the first time, you can feel the vibration of his lovely laugh. You can hear it with your own ears, and not through a phone screen. You can feel his heartbeat gently against your cheek, in his chest.

All the sudden, it's all so real.

And you feel like you'd be content if the moment never ended.

"This is like heavennn..." you breathe, snuggling into Pablo even more. "I feel like I just can't get close enough to you!"

He giggles a bit, wrapping arms around you even tighter. You lay in his bed in his apartment after you've spent the day together since you arrived in Barcelona, and now are just enjoying each other's company and touch. "I know... so much to make up for." He kisses the tip of your nose.

You grin and give him a big smooch on the cheek, rambling, "I love your laugh... your hair is so soft... you eyes are even brighter in real life... My God, you're everything I've ever dreamed of... This is better than I though it would be!"

Pablo laughs and nods. Sometimes he's not always been a man of many words, but you know how he is. He's told you he's very physically affectionate. So you know he's so incredibly thankful and happy to be able to have you in his arms now.

This is his way of showing love, and you absolutely adore it.

After a little while, though, of just cuddling in silence, Pablo says, "So, for tomorrow... I know you've been really excited to go to Barcelona, right, not just for me, but also because it's a city you've always wanted to go to?"

You nod, confirming that his memory of your words is correct, but then add, stroking his cheek, "Yes, but you're the main reason, of course."

He pecks your lips, grinning, before saying, "The point is, since you're my girlfriend and I love you and I want you to be happy and for all your dreams to come true, I was wondering if tomorrow you wanted me to give you a little tour around Barcelona?"

Your eyes widen. "Wait, really? You'd really do that? But aren't you busy, Pablo?"

He grins. "Do you think I'm ever too busy for you?"

You roll your eyes, loving the stupid, little, soft-spoken comment. "Seriously, Pablo, though. You don't have other things going on?"

"Not tomorrow, no," he smiles. "I planned it that way, so I could have a whole day with my love, the day after she gets here."

"Awww, baby," you giggle, covering your mouth, before throwing your arms around him and murmuring into his neck, "C'mere... I love you so much..." So you snuggle into each other so much, until you're basically just a tangle of arms and legs, and two pumping hearts completely in love.

The next morning, you're awakened in the most perfect way, in a way that you've never been awakened before- by Pablo's arms wrapping around you, his kiss meeting your cheek, and his soft whisper in your ear, "Wake up, my love. I have so many places to show you today. There's so much fun to be had."

You roll over, looking up at him with a little half-lidded smile, feeling warmth spread throughout your whole body. "What a perfect thing to wake up to. My handsome boyfriend's arms around me." You chuckle, eyes shining as you sit up and stretch your arms.

He just smiles and says, "It feels great to finally be able to wake you up in that way. Instead of just, I don't know, your phone ringing or something."

So soon, the two of you are walking out the door together, hand in hand, to Pablo's car, to begin your day in Barcelona.

He brings you everywhere- to the most famous sites that you've dreamed of seeing for years, that all the tourists go to, but also the little, perfect, less extravagant places that Pablo has grown to love from his time in Barcelona.

After hours of walking around and exploring, the two of you sit in a park at a picnic bench across from each other, eating some fast food you picked up for lunch, since Pablo promised you that he had reservations for someplace much nicer for dinner to treat you.

The reservations are for 5:30 P.M., though, and right now, it's only 1:30 P.M. Since you'll have to be home to get ready at around 4:30 P.M., you still both have about three hours to kill.

As you finish your lunch, you squeeze Pablo's hand, which you're casually holding across the table, and say, "So, now what?"

"Well," Pablo says, clearly having a planned idea by the sneaky little smile on his face, "We do have some extra time... I was wondering if you'd like to meet some of my friends here in Barcelona."

You look up from your food, meeting his eyes. "Oh, of course..."

His grin widens. "I mean my teammates. Some of them."

Your eyes widen. "No... you're kidding," you laugh. The fact that your boyfriend is world famous is enough. You never really thought about the possibly of meeting some of his other world famous teammates!

He grins. "I'm not. I mean, only if you'd like to, of course. I guess I assumed you would."

"Of course I'd like to!" you say, the grin finally coming to your face as you register what he's really offering.

"Good!" he says, nodding and standing up, picking up the trash from your food. You stand up with him, and the two of you head to his car, dropping off the garbage in one of the park trash cans on the way.

As Pablo gets driving, you ask, "Did you seriously plan out this entire day, just for me?"

"Yes," Pablo says after a few moments, before adding, "I mean, it's the arrival of my beautiful girlfriend! I wanted to make you feel important, and appreciated. I want you to know how much this means to me. I'm so glad you're here, and I know how much sacrifice you had to make to travel here all by yourself, across the world."

Just those words touch you, and you say softly, taking his hand again, "Aw, Pablo... you sweetheart."

He glance at you and says with slight playfulness, "I'm only so much of a sweetheart because I know you deserve to be treated like a princess."

You chuckle and grin, playfully slapping his hand, before wrapping your hand in his again, saying, "Oh, stop. You're making me blush."

"Okay, okay."

It's not long before you arrive at the Barcelona training facilities, and you say as Pablo parks, "Seriously? Here? Don't tell me your skipped training for all this!"

"No, no, I didn't. I just told the guys they should meet here. But we don't have training today, it's a day off."

"You planned it all so well!" you exclaim, grinning at him.

He shrugs and respond simply, "Well, thank you," just finally accepting your showering of compliments.

So he brings you inside the building, leading you down the hallway, until the two of you get to a door. He puts the hand that's he's not using to hold yours on the doorknob and says softly, giving you a little smile, "You ready?"

You chuckle. "Born ready."

He nods and turns the knob, pushing the door open, going in first, you following, never letting go of each other's hands. Once you're inside, though, he moves his hand up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side, and he says, "Hello, guys."

All the men in the training room who are sitting around or casually working out look up, immediate smiles appearing on many of their faces. There's not a lot of them there, but all the ones that are, you most certainly recognize.

Still, though, Pablo says, "I know none of these guys need an introduction, but, Y/n, this is Pedri, Fermín, Ferran, and Pablo Torre. And guys, this is my lovely, beautiful, perfect girlfriend, Y/n." With that, he leans in and gently kisses your temple.

You giggle at Pablo's affection as the four of them nod and say 'hello' and what not.

That's when Pedri says: "Finally, the day has come, when we all get to meet the young lady Gavi here seems to never stop yapping about."

You laugh and say excitedly, "Really?" as Pablo chuckles as well and pulls up two chairs for the two of you to sit in.

As you all sit down, Fermín pipes in, "Oh, yes. You're all he talks about lately. Y/n, your boyfriend is down bad for you." Fermín then adds, giving Pablo a little pat, "He was so busy missing you, I'm sure he's ecstatic now."

You giggle and say, "I think he is. He's treated me like a queen today."

Pablo just smiles and takes your hand, less open about his lavishing compliments in front of his friends. That's okay, you get it.

"I believe it," comments Ferran simply, before adding, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Y/n."

You nod in agreement and say, "You too, to all of you. It's a pleasure. I always want to get to know Pablo's friends more... not to mention that you're all amazing football players!"

They all chuckle and thank you wholeheartedly. After that, the conversation goes on as you get to know some of Pablo's friends more who play with him. They're all sweethearts, though you're not surprised by that. You knew Pablo would only surround himself with good, credible friends. The small talk goes on for some time, until it's ready to go. You say goodbye to them, and the two of you head out. Once you and Pablo are back in the car, though, about to get driving away, you suddenly say, "Oh! I forgot to get pictures and autographs!"

There's a few beats of silence from Pablo, before he can't help but let out a little laugh and say, "Seriously?!"

"What do you mean?" you ask in surprise, looking back at him.

"You didn't ask for a picture or an autograph from me."

You stare. "Did you want me to? I mean, your my boyfriend. You know I have plans to move here with you. And once that happens, I'll be seeing you literally every day."

Pablo just says with a little smile, "Same way with my friends. It's not like they'll remain far off shining stars, either. My friends are your friends as much as you want them to be."

You consider this for a few seconds in thought, before saying, "Huh. I guess your right!"

Pablo chuckles and shrugs, nodding. As he starts driving, Pablo says, "Cristo said he'd be able to visit before the end of your trip, too, so you'll be able to meet him."

"Oh, good. The famously acclaimed Cristo!"

"Hah, yeah. I think you'll like him a lot, too."

I grin and nod, saying, "It seems you pick your friends well, Pablo."

He glances to you with a cute little smile and responds back simply, "I picked my girlfriend even better."

You can't help but grin, saying, "Oh, stop! That was actually smooth!"

"I try," he says with a little laugh as you arrive at his house and he says, "You ready to get ready for our nice dinner?"

You grin and nod, getting out of the car. You head to the door, hand-in-hand, and as you walk in, you say, "I know just what I'll wear!"

"Oh, good," Pablo responds, closing the door behind him, before gently taking your waist just to look down at you, into your eyes, and say gently, "I can't wait to see it." He gently sweeps a loose strand of hair from your face and gently pecks your lips, before releasing his hands from your waist to let you go off to get ready.

He sighs, contented, sinking into the couch. He shuts his eyes, a little excited smile creeping up on his face as he whispers, so he can hear, "My God. I love that girl. So damn much."

[httpsdana]

𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

a/n: i decided to make the series it's own master list cuz it doesn't fit in my main one.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16

Part 17

Part 18

Part 19

Part 20 (final part)

[mehrsdigitaldiary]

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Football Masterlist ˙✧˖°⚽️🥅 ⋆｡°

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[pepexpablito]

GUESS WHOS DISSAPERING AGAIN

(jk jk) fr though i might post tmr but its unlikly since i have somthing then friday saturday and sunday ill only be posting once each day, BUT THEN THE WHOLE BREAK WEEK ILL POST 3 TIMES A DAY AS LONG AS I HAVE THE REQUESTS TO DO SO😘😘

(SO SEND ANY REQUESTS FOR ANY BARCA PLAYER!!! 💗💗💗)

[gadriezmannsgirl]

While I was watching some couple trends/videos, the trend "She has Mom Hands" keep on pulling up so I thought about writing a little something based on that, hope you guys like it, let me know in the comments what you think!✨

Also, I'm extremely sick😭 but hey, I got the free time to write something!

Warnings: mentions of Latina!reader

Mom Hands

Pedri:

"Is the chicken done, amor?" You ask finishing cutting the avocado

"Yes, mamá dijo que lo cortará ella" (Mom said she'll chop it)

"Not happening, guapo" You inmediately said "This is something for me to show you and your family something about my country. I'll not have your mom, dad or brother to help me out with anything; I can do it"

"You don't have to do it"

"But I want to. Your mom wants to try something traditional from my country and I'll do it, gladly. She has already taught me so much about Las Islas Canarias, that I kinda feel bad because I don't do my country's dishes for you guys"

"They really don't care about it"

"But I do"

"But you shouldn't, hija" Rosy's voice came from behind the two of you "Let me help you"

"Rosy" You whine a little "I really want you guys to enjoy everything"

"I'll enjoy it a lot more if I can help you with a little something"

"Don't do anything and sit pretty, please?" You shyly ask

"Everything but that"

"Fine" You drag out the 'e' "Only with the chicken! But can you put it in the blender? And that's it" She smiled nodding

"I can do that" You smile softly going back to cutting some dressings for the filling when you feel a kiss on your neck and some arms wrap around your middle

"Mi chica terca" (My stubborn girl)

"Calla" (Shut up) You said smiling as he giggled

"Venga Pedri, deja a mi niña tranquila, que haga su trabajo. Esto se ve riquisimo y tengo mucha hambre" (C'mon Pedri, leave my little girl alone, let her do her job. This looks delicious and I'm very hungry)

"Vale, vale" Pedri nodded going to stand besides you "Want me to help you with something?"

"Can you flip the arepas, please?" He nods leaving you and Rosy in the counter while he stood in front of the stove

"They're stuck"

"¡Ay no! Try to peel them off without breaking them"

"Voy, hijo. Que las vas a dañar" (You'll break them)

A few seconds passed and the kitchen fell silent

"Did you do it, Rosy?"

"I'm trying, cariño. But they're stuck"

"No no, coño e' la madre. Voy" (No no, fuck. Coming) You quickly forgot about the filling and washed your hands going over to both González.

You see Rosy handing you the spatula but you don't mind it, with your hand you grab the beggining of an arepa and carefully lifted it off the pan, not caring how hot the pan was but making sure it didn't break. Once you finally lifted it, you flipped it over and did the same with the other four arepas.

"Esto está es listoo" (Done) You smile before going back to the filling

"Hey, I've never seen you do that, preciosa"

"Do what?"

"¿Como carajos has hecho eso?" (How the hell did you do that?)

"What?"

"Pues eso! You flipped an arepa over with your hand! The pan was so hot and you didn't even flinched!" You just looked at him not knowing what to say

"That's called Mom Hands, hijo" Rosy looked at you smiling "I've already told you this but you better not let this girl go. She's a keeper" She side hugs you, kissing your cheek as you blush

"I know she is" He whispers, giving you a kiss "That's why I'm never letting her go"

Gavi:

"Preciosa, the bread is done"

"Perfect! I already have everything cut, the sauce's are done as well. The only thing what's left are the sausages, are they done?" You asked your 10 months boyfriend, you see how he looks over the boiling pan

"I think so"

"Did you opened them in half so they can be cooked better?"

Pablo, falls silent and looks again to the pan "...No"

"Amor! Te pedí que lo hicieras desde el inicio!" (I asked you to do it from the beggining!)

"Perdona, que también me dijiste que hiciera el zumo de limón y se me olvidó lo de los chorizos" (Sorry, you also told me to make the lemon juice and I forgot about the chorizos)

"They still need to cook a little" You pull one out with a fork "I'll open them"

You pulled out the chorizos with the fork and once you let the water drain out of them, you grabbed them with your hand and put them on the chopping board at the same time you grabbed a knife and sliced them in half.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

"What, what, what?"

"It's hot! You're going burn yourself!"

"They're not hot"

"The sausages were in boiling water, of course they're hot and of course you'll get burned!"

"I'm ok, baby" You kiss his cheek as he watches you take out the boiling water and put another pan to fry the sausages "It's not a big deal, I've cooked for a while"

"I know you've and I've seen your mom and grandma do the same, I know this is how you cook but that doesn't mean I'll love watching you put your hand on top of boiling water or in hot oil"

"Eh, que conozco mis límites" (Hey, I know my limits) He laughs

"Don't do it again"

"I'll try not doing that again in front of you" You say leaning to kiss his lips "Do you think it's hot enough?" You ask pulling your hand on top of the pan

You laugh watching his eyes wide open in horror "Y/N, no! Dijiste que no lo harías!" (You said you wouldn't do it!)

Fermín:

"Fermín!" You called for your boyfriend, you waited a few seconds to see him pulling up to the kitchen "Where are the height sticks?"

"In the top left drawer, maybe?"

"Can you please hand me some? Está tortilla me está haciendo la vida imposible" (This tortilla it's making my life impossible) You said both hands occupied

"Why?"

"Es que esta parte de la tortilla se devuelve para este lado, con los palitos de altura se mantiene y como todavía les falta cocción, pues espero que se mantenga y no se rompa" (It is that this part of the tortilla is returned to this side, with the height sticks is maintained and as they still lack cooking, I hope it keeps and does not break.)

Fermín nods, giving you some, you were so into what you were doing that you didn't realized that you were touching the hot pan with your bare hands.

"Bebé, be careful"

"Huh?" You looked him to see a small frown on his gorgeous face

"You just flipped the tortilla with your hands and a few seconds ago you were touching the pan"

You look at your hands "Sisi, no te preocupes, mi vida. No sentí nada la verdad" (Yeah, yeah, don't worry, dear. I didn't feel anything if I'm honest)

"Ya, sé que puedes, que tienes manos de mamá resistentes a cosas de cocina y todo, pero ten cuidado; si?" (Yes, I know you can, that you have mom hands resistant to kitchen stuff and all that, but be careful, yeah?) I don't want you to hurt yourself." He Kissed your cheek lovingly

"I won't"

"Good, you need help?"

Ferran:

"¡Que me quemó, joder!" (That burns, fuck!)

"I told you to be careful, Ferran!"

"¿Cómo tú si puedes hacerlo como si nada? ¿Y yo que lo intento y soy cuidadoso, me quemo?" (How can you do it just like that? And me, who tries and is careful, burns myself?)

"¡Pues que lo he estado haciendo desde hace mucho!" (Well, I've been doing it for a long time!)

"¡Pero que tú colocas tu mano dentro del aceite caliente!" (But you put your hand in the hot oil!)

"Tampoco así, Ferran" (It's not like that either, Ferran)

"¡No te falta mucho para hacerlo!" (You're not far from doing it!)

"Fer" You sighed softly "Let me see"

"Ice will solve this, don't worry" He said letting you see his arm, it had a small red spot in it

"Yes, it will. I'm sorry, love"

"Don't worry, preciosa" He kissed your hair "Let's keep cooking, I won't stop until I have a taco made by myself in my hands"

"Don't get too excited, okay?" You pushed him out of the way with your hips, your hands working on the food "I don't want Pedri or your coach to get mad at me because you went to practice all burned"

"You need to teach me how to do that, nena. I want to try it" You smiled nodding

"Another time tho. Don't want to risk any other injury"

"Nah, if you want to worry, then worry about my starting with Flick, I can handle Pedri"

"My gosh" You murmur shaking your head "I love your guys friendship but sometimes I feel like I'm third wheeling with the two of you"

"Jealous much?"

"Of Pedri? Buah!" You shake your head "You love me and Pedri loves bald people" You stuck your tongue out jokingly before laughing at Ferran's face, he soon joins laughing with you

"Bueno, es la verdad" (Well, that's true)

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @spidybaby-mainblog @cececarmona17

[spidybaby]

We listen, we Don't Judge

Summary: You convince your boyfriend to do a tik tok with you.

Warnings: cursing.

Barca Boys x Influencer!reader

Pedri

"Okay, are you ready?" You ask, placing the phone against the table napking holder.

Pedri nods, checking his hair on the screen. "Vale, all I have to say is" He pauses, thinking what your explained to him. "Qué cosa era?"

You laugh at him. Explaining the game to him. "Didn't you get it?" You ask him, earing a nod from him.

You turn on your ring light that powers from your phone. Fixing the time on the tik tok and checking if you look presentable.

You turn to Pedri. laughing at his worried face. "If you don't want to, we don't have to." You say, grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

"Is not that." He sighs. "Es que tu sabe' que el inglés no es lo mio" He makes a face. (You know that English is not my thing)

"We can do it in Spanish." You smile.

He smiles, happy that you offer him to make the video in Spanish just for him to feel comfortable. "Gracias, amor. But I think I can handle this."

You kiss his lips before turning to the phone. "Okay, in three, two, one." You say, pressing the record button.

"We listen, we don't judge" You both say.

Pedri looked at you and laughed. You smile and try not to laugh with him.

"Okay, after our first date, I actually Google you cause I thought your name was Ferran." You laugh.

Pedri's mouth formed a perfect "o" He tried to argue, but you stopped him.

"We listen." You say to him, pointing a finger. "Not judge."

"But how am I supposed to not judge you?" He asked, trying not to follow your laugh. "Ferran? Seriously."

"Okay, listen." You say to the camera. "Not that I was expecting Ferran, but in my defense, I didn't knew his number or name, so when they showed me your picture, I just went with the only name I remembered from Barca Boys."

"Ah vale vale, that makes sense." He says, understanding now. "Vale, mi turno. I lost the necklace you gave me in our first anniversary and blamed Fer."

It's your time to be surprised. You loved that necklace so much. "I-"

"We listen, we don't judge." He says, smiling.

You shake your head while chuckling. The way he's smiling at the camera like an innocent child.

"Remember the first time you cooked for me?" You ask him, smiling.

He nods, happy about the memory of that day. "Sip" He nods.

"Yes, I got super sick thanks to that and never told you." You say, covering your mouth.

"In that case, I feel the need to tell you that it was Ferran the one who helped me and cooked." Pedri says.

You two look at each other, bursting out laughing after a few seconds. You even had to pause the video because of how hard you two were laughing.

You wait a little bit until your laugh gets calmer. You look at Pedri, waiting for him to finish chuckling.

You began recording again. "Do you have any other thing to say?" You ask, looking at him with a smirk.

"I judged you."

Ferran

"Okay, so we are going to do the 'We listen, we don't judge', you have to tell me something that you never told me and I can't judge you." You explain to him, camera already recording.

"Entiendo," He says, nodding. "I pretend I don't see Roma's poop so you pick it up." He smiles.

You blink at him a few times. "Mother fuck-"

"I also-"

"Okay, wait." You say, covering his mouth with your hand. "My turn, Fer!" You laugh.

"Remember the Spiderman your sister gifted you a few years ago?" You ask, biting your nail.

He nods, not thinking bad about your words. He's trying to think of his next move.

"I was the one who gave it to roma." You whisper.

Ferran was ready to argue. That was his favorite toy and even when it's all fucked up by the teeth of his dog, he kept it.

"We listen, we don't judge." You say, smiling at the camera.

You are ignoring Ferran's eyes, but the way he's looking at you with his mouth open.

"Okay, we listen, we don't judge." He says.

He then humms, trying to think of something.

"Oh!" He says, smiling. "When I broke your mother's lamp and I blamed you for it while you were on the bathroom."

"I was grounded for a month." You say to him in a stern tone.

"Te quiero." He says, batting his eyelashes and kissing your temple.

"Te quiero más." You say back. "Okay. We listen, we don't judge." You roll your eyes.

He laughs at your half mad face. He finds your expressions very cute. Like he says, it's hard for him to take your mad expression serious, because it's too cute.

"I threw the shark sandals Pedri got you." You say. "I hated them."

"My sharks!" He shouts. "I thought I left them at the hotel."

You laugh like a villain in a movie. Watching him being sad about his shark sandals. The beloved gift pedri gave him.

"If we are playing like that." He says. "I use your expensive shampoo every time I'm here." He smiles in a cynical way.

"The one I saved up for?" You open your eyes as plates.

"I even double wash." He smirks. "We listen, we don't judge."

He grabs the phone, smiling at the camera and posing like he is taking a selfie. He feels the pride of "winning" the game with the information he just gave you.

"I'm selling your nudes on Twitter."

His hand goes down, and now the angle is the toilet and the shower instead of the two of you.

"Do I look good in them?"

"Ferran!"

Gavi

"Do we have to?" He whines.

"Just a few, Pablito." You say, making puppy eyes to him.

"Only three?" He asks.

"Five!"

"Four!"

You nod, sticking the phone in the mirror. You check the time and everything. You press record, Gavi has this pout that makes you giggle.

"Okay, ready?" You ask him.

He sighs. "We listen, we don't judge." You two say.

"Want to start?" You ask him, making him nod. "Go ahead."

"Joder," He rolls his eyes. "When I'm lazy and I don't feel like load the dishwasher, but I'm hungry and want a snack. I eat almost everything but a small peace so when you finish it, you'll have to load the dishwasher."

The way his now smirking, feeling a little less worried about the camera recording.

You chuckle. "Okay, that's not that bad."

"We listed, we don't judge." You say together.

"When I don't want to go out with my friends, I blame it on you being too clingy to let me go out." You smile.

Pablo lifts his head, eyes about to pop out from surprise.

"Y/n!" He says. "Joder, you told me that I was crazy for saying your friends kinda hate me."

"They don't." You caress his cheek. "Kinda don't."

"Ughh," He snort.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Venga, when we play fifa, I change your lineup so I can win." He says, proud of himself. "And the best part is that you can't judge me! Ha!"

You open your mouth in a "o".

"We listen, we don't judge." He says, smiling.

"When you start to snore at night, I cover your mouth and nose, so you wake up and stop doing that."

He just shakes his head, laughing at you.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Sometimes when you ask me to kiss you, and I kiss your cheeks and head. It's because I don't want you to leave me your gloss on the lips."

"I can fix that." You say.

"No, don't." He smiles. "I think you look amazing with that lip gloss." He winks.

You shake your head, blushing a little. "We listen and we don't judge."

"I sometimes annoy you because I love when you get mad."

"Can I judge?" He asks.

"No." You say.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I don't like how you hurry me in the mornings." He frowns. "I'm slow, let me be."

"Okay, next time they don't let you play cause you were late, don't tell me about it." You say in a sassy tone.

"You are like." He pauses, faking a sad voice. "Judging me."

Fermin

"Lista, bebé?" He asks, excited to do this trend with you for your tik tok.

"Okay, one, two, three." You count and start recording.

"We listen, we don't judge."

"When we cuddle, I like to be the little spoon because your hair tickles me." He says.

You find that cute and funny at the same time, chuckling and giving him a kiss.

"That's cute, I don't know."

"We listen and we don't judge."

"When I help you around and load the laundry. I once stained three of your shirts, and I threw them away because I was embarrassed."

"The ones I got in Ibiza?" He asks.

You nod, your cheeks kind of red.

"I won't judge." He says.

"We listen, we don't judge."

"I broke your favorite blush and blamed our dog." He says, trying to cover his mouth and hide his smirk.

"I knew it!" You point at him.

"We listen, we don't judge." He says, laughing.

"Oh my god!" You snort, rolling your eyes. "I don't like the way you cook my eggs." You confess, making a face.

"We listen, we don't judge." He says. "I don't like your famous spaghetti."

You gasped. That was the best thing, in your opinion, you have ever cooked.

"But I cooked that for our anniversary dinner." You say, worried face.

"I mean, it's not bad, but I don't love it."

"We listen, we don't judge."

"I once drove over a package you forgot at the garage and pretended it was never delivered." He says, a little scared about your reaction.

"Was that the Christmas decorations I fought UPS for?" You ask, not believing he did that to you.

"It was a mistake." He smiles like an innocent kid.

"We listen, we don't judge."

"I hit your car while I was out buying groceries for you. It was with a supermarket car." You whisper.

It's his turn to gasp. He tries his best not to judge you.

"We listen, we don-"

"Wait!" He says, thinking a little into your last confession. "You went out for groceries like two hours ago!"

"Oh, well." You say, cutting the video.

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl yellow!!!

[mermaidcore555]

hi guys! it’s me iheartgavi ! I changed my username and my page !! I also DELETED my old post BUT i will revise them and make them better. I write about football players and one S.W.A.T character (donovan rocker) the football players I write about are pablo gavi, marc guiu, hector fort, pablo torre , oscar gistau , lamine yamal ( I don’t write smut for them they are UNDER AGE ) jude bellingham, jobe bellingham ,mason mount, kenan yildiz (probably more of him because I’m obsessed with him) and i also write about William franklin miller.

what I don’t write : like I said before smut for UNDER AGE people.

about me !! I’m 16 years old a 08 baby. I’m a barça fan. my favorite color is pink and my favorite disney movie is the little mermaid! that’s why my theme is beachy vibes !

please send in request !! i also have some ideas but i will love to hear yours !!

and again I’m so sorry for restarting my blog and saying I’m coming back to write but end up not doing it. but my account made me unmotivated because of how chaotic and unorganized it was but now that I’m fixing everything and putting it to my liking, I’m back and I’m ready to write !!!

ps. only places you can find my work are on tumblr & wattpad at mermaidcore555

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[mqsi]

Pedri x reader imagine in which he’s secretly dating ferran’s sister (idek if ferran has a sister) so they’re going behind his back & sneaking out. Eventually ferran catches them doing the nasty & gets mad at them so ignores his sister but sira his gf talks him into apologizing to them & accepting that his sister has found love & someone who treats her well esp after dating trash men

Hey, thanks for requesting. I tried to fit everything you asked for in,but not make it too long, so I hope you like this!

warning: slight smut

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How you ended up in a secret relationship with your brother’s teammate? You would also like to know. Sneaking out every other night so you can sit in a certain green car was your life in the past few weeks.

But that doesn’t matter now, what matters is that Ferran, your brother, had invited quite a few of his friends over for a pool party. Which of course includes Pedri. You two were now on a mission of pretending you don’t wanna rip each others clothes off in front of everyone.

Pedri and Gavi arrived together and Ferran asked you to go offer them drinks.

“Why can’t you just go? Those are your friends”

“What? Are you shy all of the sudden? You got along pretty good up until now, just go there” Ferran replied.

Yeah, exeptionally good with one of them, you thought to yourself. The boys were sitting next to the water and you approached them slowly. You felt Pedri’s gaze on you, you were wearing a swimsuit but pulled on a pair of shorts. As you stood in front of them, Pedri looked to the side and let out a fake cough.

“Hey, long time no see” you said and Gavi tried to hold in his laugh.

“I hope you’re only referring to me, I’m pretty sure you pulled down the passanger seat in the Mini last night,it was more far back when I sat in it this morning?” Gavi said, making Pedri glare at him from the side. You went pale, switching from looking at the two boys.

“Pedri” you whisper yelled and he put his arms up in defense. “I had to tell him, he’s the only one that knows”

Gavi just smirked proudly.

You sighed and composed yourself.

“Alright I came here to ask you what you wanna drink, now act normal” you said. The boys nodded, telling you their drinks of choice and you went back inside.

The party was going good, you played volleyball in the pool, made coctails etc.

“What the fuck Ferran!” Pedri suddenly yelled when Ferran poured beer on his shirt.

“Shit, sorry bro, someone pushed me. You can get a shirt from my closet”

You were following the whole conversation and quickly jumped in.

“Yeah I can show you where they are” you said, smiling at Pedri before looking at Ferran. He nodded, making you rush inside the house.

Pedri and you got upstairs and before you knew it, his dirty shirt was on the floor and he pushed you up againt the wall in the closet.

“Fuck you and that teasing swimsuit” he said, hands roaming all over your body.

“It was just for you Pedro” you replied before he slammed his lips against yours. His fingers were quick to pull your bottoms aside, slipping a finger in.

“Fuck” you moaned against his mouth and felt him push in another. Just then, the door opened.

“What is taking you two so-“

You jumped, pulling the bottoms back in place. You didn’t have time to think of an excuse when Ferran slammed Pedri against the wall.

“Are fucking kidding me right now?” He yelled in his face.

“Hey I can-“ Pedri tried to explain himself but to no use.

“You can’t do shit Pedro” he continued now, yanking hard at his shoulder. Gavi rushed in the closet as well, pushing Ferran off of Pedri and standing in between them.

“So you knew about this too?”

Gavi nodded slowy. Ferran laughed and looked at you, then back at the two boys.

“So the whole team knew Pedri was fucking my sister and no one even thought about telling me?”

You had to jump in and defend yourself.

“This is the exact reason why I didn’t tell you anything! First of all you can’t decide who I fuck or not and Pedri and I have something more going on here. I love him and you can’t do shit about it” you said before leaving outside.

Ferran’s night ended with his girlfriend, explaining her the whole situation.

“I don’t get it” she said

“Yeah I don’t get it either” Ferran replied.

“No, I don’t get you? She’s obviously happy with him plus you two are friends and you know Pedri’s a good guy. What is the problem?”

“The problem is they’ve been fucking behind my back!”

“So what? You can’t stand the fact that your sister loves somebody and makes love to them? How old are you, 2 or 3?”

Ferran kept quiet.

The next morning, he called Pedri.

“Hey” Pedri said, his voice serious.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologize for reacting the way I did, I’ve got nothing against you two being together”

“I’m not the one who should hear that, make sure you let her know” Pedri replied.

After that, Ferran made sure to have a nice talk with you.

“yeah you can be together, I have no word in there. And I’m sorry” he said,finishing his speech and hugging you.

You hugged him back before slapping his head.

“You’re an idiot”

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a/n: Gavi stopping a fight is definietly the biggest fiction part here

[htpssgavi]

A Catalonian Love Story

It was an unusually warm evening in Barcelona, the kind of evening that hinted at the summer's promise. The sun had just begun to set, casting a golden hue over the city's iconic architecture. Gavi, fresh from a victorious match at Camp Nou, decided to unwind by taking a walk through the narrow streets of El Born, his favorite part of the city.Y/n, a young woman from a small town, had moved to Barcelona to pursue her dream of becoming an artist. The city's vibrant culture and stunning landscapes had always inspired her, and tonight, she was capturing the sunset with her camera in the very same neighborhood.As she focused on the perfect shot, she heard a group of young men approaching, their laughter and banter filling the street. She looked up just as Gavi's eyes met hers. There was an instant connection, an unspoken understanding between them."Excuse me," Gavi said, stepping away from his friends, "Do you mind if I take a look at your photos? The sunset looks beautiful from here."Y/n, slightly taken aback but intrigued, handed him her camera. Gavi flipped through the pictures, genuinely impressed by her talent. "These are incredible. You have a real gift.""Thank you," she replied, blushing slightly. "I love capturing moments that tell a story."Gavi smiled. "I feel the same way about football. It's all about those moments that can change everything."They continued to talk, walking together through the labyrinthine streets of El Born. They discovered they had more in common than they initially thought. Both of them had left behind their small-town roots to chase their dreams in Barcelona. They shared stories of their struggles, their triumphs, and the sacrifices they had made.Over the following weeks, Gavi and y/n spent more time together. He would often find her sketching or taking photographs around the city, and she would attend his matches, cheering him on from the stands. Their bond grew stronger with each passing day, a blend of friendship and budding romance.

One evening, Gavi took y/n to a secluded spot overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking, with the Sagrada Familia illuminated in the distance and the Mediterranean Sea shimmering under the moonlight. They sat down on a bench, the city sprawled out below them."I wanted to share this view with you," Gavi said, his voice soft. "It's one of my favorite places in the city.""It's beautiful," y/n replied, gazing at the twinkling lights below. "Thank you for bringing me here."Gavi turned to her, his eyes filled with emotion. "Y/n, you've changed my life in ways I never thought possible. You see the world with such beauty and grace, and you've taught me to do the same. I don't want to imagine my life without you."Y/n looked into his eyes, feeling a surge of emotion. "I feel the same way, Gavi. You've shown me that dreams can come true, and that love can be found in the most unexpected places."Under the starry sky, they shared their first kiss, a kiss that sealed their love and commitment to one another. It was a kiss that spoke of a future filled with shared dreams and endless possibilities.

As time went on, their love story continued to blossom. Gavi became a star on the football field, with y/n by his side, capturing every moment with her camera and her heart. They traveled the world together, exploring new places and creating memories that would last a lifetime.Their weekends were filled with adventures. They hiked the trails of Montjuïc, kayaked along the Costa Brava, and danced the night away during the festivals that lit up the city. They visited art galleries, where y/n would lose herself in the masterpieces, explaining their significance to Gavi, who listened with rapt attention.

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