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leilakisakabiri · 1 year ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy (Gavi)

Summary: You realize that Gavi never gets jealous when other guys are around you and it makes you question if he still likes you.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Hey! I had some inspiration to write so here I am! I’m trying to release shorter fics while I work on my longer ones. Requests are open!

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The first time it happened, you felt relieved that Gavi had decided not to make a scene and instead chose to calmly defuse the situation.

The two of you had been at a club late one night, the high from Barcelona winning hours before pumping through your veins. He had his arms wrapped around you as you both danced to whatever Spanish song the DJ was mixing.

You laughed as he spun you around before pulling you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.

"I'm going to grab another drink. Want to come?"

His breath was hot against your ear, and even though it felt like a million degrees in the club, and you were sweating through your dress, you still shivered, his voice sending shockwaves through your system no matter how many times you heard it.

You looked up, locking eyes, "I'm good, I'll save our spot."

He kissed the top of your head before letting go, "Ok I'll be back in a second. Try and find the others if you can."

You gave him an awkward thumbs up as he walked away and he chuckled before disappearing into the crowd.

The two of you had been dating for just shy of three weeks.

You had been friends for months before dating, with you initially being introduced to him through his hometown friends. Then there was a three-month period where you both liked each other but were too scared to admit it and ruin the friendship. Finally, Gavi caved after spending two weeks away from you without contact while he playing in the U.S.

Since he admitted his feelings for you that night on the steps of your shitty college house, he had jumped straight into the relationship, inviting you to his games, to hang out with his friends, and private dinners. You on the other hand still felt like an awkward pre-teen girl every time you were with him, he just made you feel giddy inside, and you reacted to things he said so intensely that the only way to cover it up was with strange humor and stupid jokes.

That led you to now. Sometimes being around him was so overwhelming because you were always scared you would say something to embarrass yourself, and although he never made you feel any less worthy you couldn't help but feel like he could be with someone much better than you.

As you stood there contemplating, you felt a body collide with yours, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.

You stumbled, feeling hands come up to grip your elbows, stabilizing you.

"Shit- my bad."

You looked up seeing the guy holding you sporting a white button-down and an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, those guys just pushed me. Some friends." He said referring to the group of five or so extremely drunk boys behind you.

You shook your head, "No worries, I wasn't paying attention either."

He smiled, leaning a bit closer, hands still on your elbows, "Hey do I know you? You look really familiar.”

You squinted your eyes as you gazed at him, trying to figure out if you knew him.

"Eh I go to Universitat de Barcelona if that helps."

His eyes lit up at your words, and he nodded, "Yeah, that's totally how I know you. I think you're in my biology class."

You groaned, "No way the one at 8 a.m.?", he nodded, "I'm barely awake for that lecture." you muttered.

"Mean either but it's hard not to notice you."

You only heard half his sentence and looked at him confused, "Sorry what?"

His lips tugged up in a smile as he bent down, shifting closer to you, "I said it's hard not to notice you."

You felt your breath stop as you realized what you had gotten yourself into. You made a move to shy away when you heard Gavi call your name.

You lifted your head seeing him approaching as he carried your drink, "Hey who's this?"

You went to interject and tell him it was no one but the guy next to you interrupted, "Hey man, I got to school with her.”

Gavi nodded, accepting his answer as he handed you your drink, "Oh class friend?"

You went to speak but were again cut off by the guy next to you, who had still to let go of your elbow.

"Something like that."

You saw Gavi's posture slightly straighten at his words but he relaxed a second later, "Alright."

The guy turned to you saying something about seeing you in class and then proceeded to give you a hug, his arms wrapping around your lower back.

You noticed Gavi watching the exchange but he made no comment.

You approached him timidly, unsure of if he was going to say anything about the situation, but he paid it no mind, going back to casual conversation with you.

At the time you let out a breath, thankful that he seemed intent on letting you handle your own situation.

That thankfulness soon turned to annoyance and then confusion when similar situations happened time and time again and he made no effort to speak up.

You supposed it was good he never got jealous because you knew it could get very overbearing very fast, and yet, you couldn't help the twinge of defeat you felt every time someone tried to make a move on you and he did nothing to stop them or even show a ounce of emotion.

Slowly it was making you start to question your relationship with Gavi.

Why did he not get jealous? Was it because he didn't see others as a threat? Or didn't feel the need to because you weren't as pretty as the other girls he was seen with? Maybe he simply didn't care? Or perhaps he wasn't the type?

You knew the last one couldn't possibly be true because he was absolutely the type. His entire career was based on his passion, determination, and aggression to get where he wanted. His aggression is what made him so competitive and a loyal player. So if he was so driven and passionate on the field, why was that not carrying over into your relationship?

It wasn't until almost two months later that things came to a boiling point.

It was the last game of the pre-season for Barcelona and spirits were high, everyone hoping they could seal off a great season, and enter a new one, with a win.

The stadium was filled to the brim with fans and reporters. The family section was also full with player's partners and families coming to support them in the final game of the summer.

You were sitting next to Anna, the two of you talking about school, work, and life.

Eventually, the game started and you went into full-on fan mode - cheering along when Barca made impressive plays and booing when they were tackled.

The stadium was abuzz with energy, and you basked in everyone's excitement.

You gripped Anna's hand as you saw Gavi running up the sidelines towards the other team's defense, Joao running parallel to him.

You saw him sidestep, dodging the defender, and suddenly the ball was soaring, perfectly landing at Joao's feet as he placed it into the back of the net.

The two of you jumped up, cheering along with the rest of the crowd. It seemed like Barcelona would have its victory after all.

After the game, you stayed in the family section for a while chatting with Pedri's parents as you waited for the players to make a re-emerge.

You bid goodbye to them when you got a text from Gavi telling you to come down.

You made your way down to the field, waiting behind the barricades for him to appear.

The other team's players appeared first, signing fans t-shirts and taking photos.

"Need something signed?"

You saw a player from the other team approach you, waving a sharpie in his hand.

You pointed at your jersey playfully, "No thanks. I'm a Barca girl if you couldn't tell."

He grinned, "Ahh c'mon what will it take for me to convince you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "Ride or die sorry."

He clutched his hand to his heart in mock offense, "Ouch. I'm hurt, but I'm not giving up."

You gave him a smile, remaining polite, as you looked over his shoulder for Gavi.

"Oh I know!" he exclaimed, directing your attention back to him.

He wiggled his eyebrows before taking off his shirt, "Here, new jersey for you."

He held it out to you, and you gave him an unimpressed look.

He rolled his eyes playfully, "Alright fine. I'll sign it, but only cause you asked so nicely."

You watched amused as he signed the jersey before offering it to you.

You squinted your eyes at him.

He dangled the jersey in his hands, "C'mon take it. You know a lot of people would pay good money for this."

You reached out to grab it, "Fine, but only because I'm going to sell it later."

He held up his hands in surrender, "It's yours now. Do whatever."

You thought the conversation would end there but he made no effort to leave, "Who are you here with anyway? Someone in Barca?"

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off.

"Me."

You whipped your head to see that Gavi had silently approached the two of you.

Besides yourself, you felt a tiny part of you waiting with bated breath for him to do something, to finally dig his boots in the ground and say something, but he remained impassive.

"Hey."

"Hey, you ready to go?" Gavi asked.

You nodded your head, unsure of how to leave the situation.

"I can lift you over the barricade if you need." The other player spoke up, and your eyes immediately flitted over to Gavi's to gauge his reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed but he didn't say anything.

You debated for a second, just to get Gavi to react, but quickly decided against it, opting to just walk around the barricade.

You approached the two of them quickly and with a hasty goodbye followed Gavi as he left the pitch. You heard the other player shout a 'see you around', and you waved in response.

You broke the silence first as you walked the empty tunnel, "Great game baby. You did amazing."

"Thanks."

His reply was clipped.

He went to hold your hand and you shifted the jersey last second to your other hand, catching his attention.

"What's that?"

"Oh, that guy gave me his jersey. I'm going to sell it." You explained, telling him how you were expecting to make hundreds.

He listened along till you finished.

"Can I see the jersey?"

You nodded handing it to him.

You swung your joint hands as you walked, talking to him about the game as he examined the jersey.

Abruptly he dropped your hand, mouth set in a firm line.

Your eyebrows stitched together, "What's wrong?"

He cleared his throat before handing you the jersey.

"I think there's something for you on it."

"I forgot something in the locker room, I'll be right back." He continued.

You looked down confused, eyes scanning the text before it clicked.

The jersey had the player's phone number on it.

You lifted your head seeing him already walking away, "Gavi wait. Can you stop for a minute?"

He turned around but continued moving, "Yeah what?"

"Stop moving!” You exclaimed, your frustration building as he continued to not express any interest in the situation.

He finally halted and you closed the distance between the two of you.

"Is there something wrong with me? Do you not like me anymore or something?"

He seemed taken aback by your words and several emotions flitted across his face, "What are you talking about?"

You took a breath, it was now or never.

"I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I'm pretty sure that guy was hitting on me-"

"He was." Gavi confirmed.

You continued, "So then why don't you care? I'm your girlfriend, so why aren't you getting jealous when other guys hit on me?"

"You want me to get jealous?" He asked incredulously.

"I mean I don't want you to become super overprotective or anything, but it would be nice if you at least acknowledged when someone is trying to get with me right in front of you. I know I would get jealous if someone was saying that to you."

"You don't think I get jealous?" His voice had a hard edge to it, and suddenly you felt like you might have read between the lines wrong.

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure, "I mean you don't show it."

"Of course I'm going to notice when some guy is eye fucking my girl one foot away from me, I'm not fucking blind."

"Then why don't you say anything?" You pressed.

“Shit y/n that's cause I don't want to scare you away!"

His admission only confused you further, and you lowered your voice acutely aware that your shouts were probably carrying far in the quiet tunnel,

"Scare me away? Why would that scare me?"

He shook his head, "The press is always making me out to be this bad guy. This kid that doesn't know how to get his temper in check and - mierda y/n - I don't want to get into this right now."

You relented, unwilling to give in, biting the bullet, "Alright so next time someone asks to lift me up, their just being friendly right? Trying to be helpful?"

His eyes blazed, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

You lifted your hands in frustration, "No Gavi actually I don't know that. You act like you don't even care."

"I care! Trust me y/n I care!" He argued.

"Then show me."

His lips were on yours before you had even finished processing what you were saying. His skin felt hot against yours as his fingers sank into your hipbone, crowding you against the wall.

You lost your train of thought as you got lost in the sensation he provided you. One hand went to tangle in his hair, as the other draped around his neck bringing him impossibly closer.

One of his hands slipped under your shirt, as he kissed you senseless. You finally pulled away for a breath but he didn't stop, moving to lay a trail of kisses from the sweet spot behind your ear, down your neck, and onto your collarbone.

You left out a soft moan underneath him, the feeling causing tingles in your spine, and a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"We should really sto- fuck gavi - so-someone could walk in any moment." You reminded him.

"Just gotta leave a mark." He replied.

You nodded before his words caught up to you and you pushed him off, "What? No marks! I have to meet your parents tonight." You whined.

He grinned, not looking the least bit apologetic, "At least people will know you're mine now."

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universefcb · 1 day ago

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Putting salt in barca boys coffee as a prank headcanons?

Love u :))

↬❥ Salt and coffee

Barcelona Reaction

Synopsis: their reaction when you put salt in their coffee.

a/n: THIS TIME I DIDN'T FORGET MARC BERNAL!!!

REQUESTED

warnings: no.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

PABLO GAVI

He takes a sip and instantly spits it back into the cup, looking at you with wide eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” he exclaims, with an expression of pure horror.

When he realizes it was a prank, he pretends to chase you around the house, saying he needs revenge. But in the end, it just tickles you and gives you a little kiss on the nose.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

He raises the cup to his mouth without suspecting anything, but as soon as the salty taste hits his tongue, he makes an adorable face. He wrinkles his nose and looks at you with a confused expression.

“Honey... What did you put here?” he asks, holding back a laugh.

When you admit it was a joke, he shakes his head, laughing. Then he pretends to be offended, but soon pulls you into a hug, saying that even though you sabotaged his coffee, he still loves you.

PAU CUBARSÍ

He takes a sip, and his expression goes through a rollercoaster of emotions: first surprise, then confusion, and finally, a small smile.

“I knew something was off,” he says, looking at the cup.

When you give in and confess to the prank, he chuckles softly, finding your sense of humor charming. Then, just to tease you, he says that maybe he'll start to doubt every coffee you make.

HECTOR FORT

As soon as the taste hits his mouth, he freezes, frowning. Then he looks straight at you.

“Did you put salt in here?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

You burst out laughing, and he just sighs in defeat. Deep down, he finds it adorable that you tried to prank him, but he promises to get revenge in a sweet way—maybe by stealing an unexpected kiss when you least expect it.

FERMÍN LÓPEZ

He drinks his coffee and makes such a funny face that you start laughing before he even says anything.

“Love… why do you hate me?” he says dramatically, placing his hand on his chest.

When you explain that it was just a prank, he pretends to be offended, but then pulls you into his arms and says that the only thing that can make up for this crime is a kiss.

ALEJANDRO BALDE

He takes a sip and immediately grimaces, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You... tried to poison me?” he jokes, pretending to be shocked.

When you start laughing, he can't help but laugh. In the end, he laughs along, saying that it was the worst thing he's ever had to drink, but that he still loves you — but now he's going to keep an eye on everything you put in his food.

LAMINE YAMAL

He takes a sip and, at the same time, starts coughing, making a hilarious face.

“But what is THIS?!” he complains, looking at the cup as if it were poison.

When you tell him it was a joke, he crosses his arms, pretending to be serious. But he can't hold back his laughter for long. In the end, he hugs you and says he's safe... for now.

MARC BERNAL

He drinks his coffee without complaining, trying to maintain his composure, but he is clearly suffering. You can see the effort he makes not to spit it all out.

“It’s... a little different today, isn’t it?” he says, trying to be polite.

When you tell him the truth, he laughs and ruffles your hair, saying he should have known better. Then he orders another coffee—this time, made the right way.

Taglist: @paucubarsisimp @p4uul0vr @nngkay @meganesanchez @bymerinott @htpssgavi @luvvpedri

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fanficslvtty · 9 months ago

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reader's little brother (16) goes to barca youth training and reader (21) meets Pablo Gavi (24) and he tries to talk to her multiple times but her brother keeps on stopping him every time then Pedri comes out with a great idea , he distracts her brother so Gavi could hang out with her!

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭

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Warnings⚠️: none

Genre: fluff

A Serious: No

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your little brother Diego had a chance that not a lot can get, he had the chance if becoming a Barcelona future player but at the time he is currently training at the barca youth academy

diego: you know you didn't have to come with me you should have stayed in your apartment and studied instead

he said clearly not being nice as he changed his shirt in the changing room , you sighed and you looked up to your brother's long figure

y/n: you know that i really care about you and i want to see you successful from the very first step , you don't have to be rude

you look at him firmly , his expression soften up then he looks at the ground and runs his hand through his hair

diego: i know but- listen...this is your last year in college and iam scared iam distracting you....

you suddenly started feeling bad and pulled him into a hug

y/n: idiot, you are not distracting me you are my little brother ofcourse i will fail the year but its only for you

just as he was about to hug you back the door was burst open

Alvero: DIEGO THE PLAYERS ARE HERE-oh hi y/n

Alvaro was tour little brother's childhood best friend, both of you and Diego almost had a heart attack

Y/n: hi alve-

Diego: ALVERO FUCK YOU !

Diego threw a shoe at Alvaro for scaring him and alvero dodged it

Alvero: no time for fighting! Hurry up so we could see who is training us!

Both of alvero and your brother run to the field , you decide to goniome so could actually study and cook dinner

At 8pm your apartment door was knocking you opend the door , it was diego your brother (he lives with you) he went to take a shower and came back later and sat on the chair eating dinner with you

Diego: you won't believe who is training me !

Y/n: who?

Diego: pablo gavi !

At this moment you and your brother were jumping up and down dancing around from happiness you guys kept celebrating for like 2 hours

Y/n: wait..did you see him?

Your brother freezes for a moment

Diego: actually no

You sit him down on the couch and go to the fridge to grab something

Y/n: sit here I'll get you something

You grab something from the fridge and go sit next to him

Diego: what is this?

You open the box revealing a fence chocolate cake with chocolate drizzling

Y/n: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU FOR TRAINING

your brother looks at you rolling his eyes

Diego: are you gonna study?

Y/n: YES

he looks around the living room acting like he is thinking about it

Diego: okay then BUT you stay on the benches ok?

Y/n: YES THANK YOU!

The next few days were really great as y/n only say on the benches and watched as pablo gavi trained her little brother obviously only looking at gavi and gavi giving her glances but turns his head away once she notices but one day

Gavi: alright Diego that's it for now go rest alittle

Your brother runs off to the changing room then gavi turns his gaze at you and starts walking towards you

Gavi: hello there

He sits next to you , your cheeks flashed red for no reason

Y/n: hi

Gavi: I see you are always sitting here watching me train young players , what's your name ?

You tell your self that he is just being friendly and pray that your brother won't come

Y/n: my name is y/n and iam watching you train my brother actually

Gavi is taken back by your words he looks surprised

Gavi: Diego is your brother ??? Wow you guys look nothing alike!

You laugh At his comment then he smiles at you

Y/n: no we actually kinda look ali-

Diego: Y/N!

Uh oh...it's Diego...you know that you are In Trouble....

Gavi: oh Diego you haven't told me about your sist-

Diego: why are you talking to her ?are you here to train me or to talk to girls ???

He says looking mad as hell and you tried to calm him down

Y/n: Diego that's rude !

Diego: no you shut up you don't get anything

He returns his gaze to gavi which obviously looked mad

Gavi: ok calm down its not like I was going to bite her let's go back to training

Your brother was quick to run back to field and while gavi was about to leave you tucked his shoulder

Y/n: iam really sorry he just gets overprotective sometimes

Gavi smiles at you

Gavi: no worries I mean witb a sister so beautiful like you ofcourse I'll be overprotective

He then winks at you and goes back to training your brother

You were a blushing mess at this point

Days passed by and still everything gavi tries to talk with your brother would stand in his way not wanting any interaction between you and gavi you honestly got sick of it so did gavi but one day at the changing room

Pedri: so have you asked her out yet ?

Gavi started yelling at pedri for no absolute reason

Gavi : EVRYTIME I TRY TO TALK TO HER ! EVERYTIME! HER STUPID BROTHER DIEGO INTERUPTS US ! WHY CANT HE LEAVE US ALONE ?! ALLNI WANTED TO DO IS ASk HER OUT !

Pedri was surprised by how much gavi was yelling at this point

Pedri: calm down gavi , you are 25 don't let a 16 years old get in your nerves plus how old is she ?

Gavi takes a breath in slowly exhaling it calming himself down

Gavi: 21 she's 21

Pedri then starts thinking for a moment

Pedri: well I got an idea

Gavi then stumble towards pedri excited

Gavi: TELL ME! Pedri: alright alright calm down

Pedri starts telling gavi the idea planning everything to get your brother distracted for at least 2 hours The next day comes and their plan has started, pedri sees your brother and runs to him telling him that gavi is sick and he is going to train him today and your brother believes him meanwhile Gavi was driving to your apartment (yes he knows the address) to take you out for a walk on the beach You were brushing your hair when your apartment door knocked you opened it

Y/n: gavi??? Gavi: no time go dress up and come with me

You then go to your room changing your clothes into something casual but cute doing a no makeup-makeup then brushing your hair

Gavi:I...wow.... you look...stunning...OH LETS GO!

You ride gavis car not knowing what the he'll is happening nor where he is taking you He drove you to the beach

Y/n: gavi....why are we here?

Gavi leans into you

Gavi: I want to spend time with you ..alone

Y/n: but dieg-

Gavi: pedri got him distracted

Meanwhile pedri was forcing your brother to run around the field 5 times

Y/n: thank God...

You both get out of the car and sit on the beach sand talking for hours until the sun started to go down

Gavi: you know...you were truly hard to get...I mean your brother alone was a big problem..

You laugh at him and he just stares at you

Gavi: I love your laugh from the very first time i saw you I loved it

gavi leans closer to you

Y/n: I love your smile too

gavi then brushes a string of hair form your face while leaning even close to you

Gavi: may I?

You nod slowly letting him kiss you on the lips , his kiss was soft and lovely it made butterflies go crazy in Your stomach

Diego: NOO

both of you and gavi look back to find your brother and pedri , pedri was just putting his hand on your brother's shoulder Pedri: Diego let's leave them I really have to talk to you about something Pedri and Diego wnt back to Pedri's car Pedri sighs

Pedri: listen Diego, your sister is 21 she is old enough to find a lover and take care of herself Diego: but- Pedri: they both love each other , don't stand in their way ok?

Diego sighs and rolls his eyes

Diego: fine if that's what makes her happy

you and gavi were chatting and laughing at the beach

BONUS:

Days passed by and it was your final You were extremely nervous even though you studied hard, you just felt like it was never enough You hear a soft knock on your room's door

Y/n: come in

Gavi slowly opens the door and closes it right behind him

Gavi: hey Diego told me you weren't feeling fien is everything OK?

You sigh and lean your head back as he grabs a chair and sits next to you

Y/n: NO everything is not fine I feel like iqm gonna fail and and and

Gavi pulled you into a hug

Gavi: don't worry about it I promise you everything will be fine

You hug him and he helps you study

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i apologize for incorrect grammar !

please submit your requests! (o゜▽゜)o☆(o゜▽゜)o☆

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slarqirl · 26 days ago

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You watch as Pablo carefully maneuvers himself onto the sofa, wincing slightly as he gently places his injured leg onto a stack of plush pillows.His face twists into a mix of determination and discomfort. "Pablo", you coo, moving to sit beside him, "Are you okay? I mean, other than..." You gesture towards his leg with a suggestive smirk.He looks over at you, his eyes smoldering with pent-up desire.

Pablo leans forward, his hands gripping the edge of the sofa as he fights through the pain to get closer to you. "I'll be... fine" he breathes, his voice thick with lust. "As long as you're here..." He reaches out, trailing a finger along your thigh before gently pulling you closer so that you're straddling him. "I've been thinking about this," he growls, trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone. "Me too," you purr, grinding against him even as you wince at his injured leg.

Pablo grips your hips, holding you tightly against him as he lets out a moan of pleasure. "Jesus," he breathes, feeling your warmth enveloping him despite the pain. "You feel so damn good." He reaches down, stroking himself through his shorts as he rocks his hips against you, seeking relief. "Fuck, I need you so badly right now," he groans, his hand working frantically at his waistband. "Ride me," he demands, pulling you closer, his lips claiming yours in a searing kiss.

Pablo breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy and erratic as he reaches for the hem of your shirt. He pulls it up and over your head, tossing it aside before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it gently. "Mmm, I love how responsive you are," he murmurs, moving to the other breast, paying it the same attention. He skims his hands down your sides, pulling down your pants, revealing your bare ass. He smacks it lightly, causing you to gasp and squirm. "Is this what you want?"

"Yesss," you hiss, your body quivering with anticipation as you brace yourself above him. Pablo grabs your hips, guiding you as you slowly lower yourself onto his rock-hard erection. Both of you let out gasps of pleasure as he fills you completely. "So tight, baby," he groans, his hands gripping your waist as you start to rock your hips, setting a slow and sensual rhythm. You lean down, kissing him deeply as you continue to ride him, the delicious pain in his leg quickly forgotten.

Pablo reaches down, bunching your panties in his fists and slowly pulling them down your thighs, over your knees, and finally removing them completely. He then quickly removes his own shorts and boxers, revealing his fully erect cock. He takes a moment to admire your naked body, your pussy glistening with arousal. "Fuck, you're perfect," he breathes, before gripping his cock and guiding it back to your entrance. He thrusts upwards, burying himself to the hilt inside you in one swift motion.

"Shit, that's it," you whimper, bracing your hands on his chest as Pablo begins to thrust deeper inside of you, causing you to cry out with pure pleasure. He grunts and growls with each drive of his hips, your tight pussy enveloping him so perfectly. You throw your head back, an unguarded cry leaving your lips as an orgasm begins to build and swell within you. Your juices coat his cock with every thrust, lubricating the way as he expertly stretches and fills you entirely.

Pablo's breath catches in his throat as he watches your face contort in ecstasy, his own desire reaching new heights. He quickens his pace, thrusting deeper and harder, hitting that perfect spot within you that sends shivers coursing through your body. "That's it, baby, just like that," he grunts, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. You can feel his cock swelling inside of you, filling you even more as he nears his climax. "I'm close, baby, come with me," he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

His thrusts become erratic and urgent, fucking you as hard and deep as possible. "Fuck, you feel so damn good, baby," he growls, his voice strained with exertion. "I'm going to come so hard inside you," he warns, his cock throbbing inside your tight, wet heat. With a guttural cry, he pulls you down hard against his chest, burying his face in your neck as he explodes inside you, his cum shooting deep into your pussy. You can feel his hot seed filling you to the brim, pulsing out in waves as he empties himself completely into your body.

His softening cock sliding out of your spent pussy with a slight pop. He gently pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. "That was incredible, baby," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You're so amazing." He sighs contentedly, snuggling you closer and resting his head against yours. "We should do that again sometime," he teases with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "But first, let's clean you up."

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maiochiruhanabiraaa · 8 months ago

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Me After You (Pablo Gavi.)

A/N: This story is based from the song Me After You by Paul Kim. However, 'Me After You' also acknowledges the challenges that come with love. There are moments of misunderstanding and emotional pain, but these are met with a desire to overcome and grow together. It also expresses gratitude for their partner's patience and warmth, which have helped them become a better person. The song concludes with a hopeful note, and asks if their partner is also happy and expresses a desire to continue walking through life together. 😊

Gavi POV:

After I met you, everything changed in ways I couldn't have imagined. It was a fresh autumn day when our paths first crossed at a quaint café downtown. You were sitting by the window, lost in a book, a soft smile playing on your lips.

I remember being struck by how effortlessly beautiful you looked, the way your eyes lit up when you turned towards me as I approached.

"I'm Gavi," I managed to say, feeling a rush of nervous excitement.

You introduced yourself with a warmth that instantly put me at ease, and from that moment, our conversations flowed effortlessly. We talked about everything under the sun—our dreams, our fears, the little joys and sorrows that shaped our days.

It was during those early mornings, sharing breakfast at that same café, that I realized how much I looked forward to seeing you, to hearing your voice fill the air with laughter.

In the dazzling mornings, I found myself waking up with thoughts of you. Your smile became my motivation, your laughter my favorite melody.

Sitting face to face at our table, I'd eagerly ask about your day, hanging onto every word you said. And when you asked about mine, my heart would swell with happiness knowing that you cared.

As time passed, I marveled at how we grew accustomed to each other's quirks and habits. We developed our own inside jokes, our own rhythms that felt perfectly in sync.

I began to understand the depth of my feelings for you—the way I wanted to protect your happiness, to share in your successes, and to comfort you during your lows.

"I love you," I finally confessed one evening under the stars, my voice barely above a whisper. The way your eyes sparkled in response, filled with the same affection and devotion, was all the confirmation I needed.

Just like that peaceful moment, I knew I wanted to be with you forever.

There were challenges, of course. Moments when our words unintentionally caused hurt, or when misunderstandings briefly drove a wedge between us. Those times were agonizing because I couldn't bear the thought of us being distant.

I'd apologize, and you'd forgive, and together we'd reaffirm our commitment to understanding and supporting each other through it all.

"Even now, when I'm anxious," I admitted to you one rainy evening, "I only want to be with you."

We walked through seasons together—hot summers and rainy days, each moment etching itself into the tapestry of our shared journey.

With each passing day, I found myself falling deeper in love with you, cherishing every smile, every touch, every whispered "I love you."

And now, here we are, sitting across from each other, our fingers intertwined. As we gaze into each other's eyes, I think back to that first day at the café and realize how profoundly meeting you has changed my life.

You've embraced and understood my young, sometimes immature mind with a warmth that has healed and nurtured me in ways I never thought possible.

"After I met you," I whisper, my voice filled with gratitude and love, "I've been so incredibly happy."

"And I, too," you reply softly, your eyes reflecting the same depth of emotion.

"I thought about being with you forever the moment I met you."

We sit in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of our shared feelings hanging in the air like a promise.

It's during these quiet moments that I find myself marveling at the journey we've been on together—the highs, the lows, and everything in between.

"Are you happy after meeting me, too?"

you suddenly ask, breaking the silence with a vulnerable honesty that warms my heart.

I take your hand in mine, gently tracing circles on your palm with my thumb.

"More than I could ever express," I reply sincerely.

"You've brought a joy into my life that I didn't know was possible."

You smile, a mixture of relief and adoration spreading across your face.

"I'm sorry that I have more that I couldn't give you," you confess softly.

"I've been selfish and unstable at times."

I shake my head gently, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

"You've given me everything I've ever needed," I assure you.

"Your love, your kindness, your unwavering support—it's more than I could have hoped for."

Your eyes glisten with unshed tears, reflecting the vulnerability of your confession.

"I think I found a perfect love that I've been waiting for a long time," you continue, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Because you held me and gave me energy, because you hugged me by being considerate lovingly, after I met you."

I pull you close, wrapping my arms around you in a comforting embrace.

"And I've loved every moment of being loved by you,"

I whisper back, my voice filled with gratitude.

As we sit there, embraced in each other's arms, I realize how lucky I am to have found you. Through the uncertainties and the challenges, our love has grown stronger, our bond deeper.

And in this moment, with your heartbeat against mine, I know that I want to spend forever with you.

"After I met you," I murmur softly against your ear,

"I knew my heart had found its home."

⚽⚽

Years passed, and our love continued to bloom, weaving its way through our lives like a gentle breeze on a summer's day.

The decision to marry came naturally, an unspoken agreement that our hearts had already made long before we voiced it aloud.

Surrounded by our closest friends and family, we stood together under a canopy of flowers, exchanging vows that resonated with the depth of our journey.

Your eyes shimmered with tears of joy as you promised to stand by my side through all that life may bring.

And as I spoke my vows, I felt a profound sense of gratitude knowing that I was promising my forever to the person who had become my everything.

The ceremony was filled with laughter, tears, and moments that seemed to suspend time itself.

In that magical space, we became husband and wife, sealing our union with a kiss that spoke volumes of our love and commitment.

As we danced together for the first time as married partners, I whispered in your ear, "After I met you, I knew my heart had found its home."

You smiled, your hand resting gently on mine, echoing the sentiment that had become the anthem of our love story.

And so, our journey continues, intertwined in a tapestry woven with laughter, tears, and the unwavering certainty that we are exactly where we are meant to be—side by side, hearts entwined, forever grateful for the day our paths crossed in that quaint café downtown.

#pablogavi #pablo gavi #fc barcelona #footboller imagine #fluff #barça #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #Spotify

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footballlover8 · 2 years ago

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Baby On The Way||Pedri

@Pedri

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Pedri: We are expecting❤️🥰

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Pablogavi: ¡No puedo creer que yo también vaya a ser tío!❤️

(I can’t believe I’m going too be an uncle!)

Fcbarcelona:Congratulations!❤️

Mikkykiemmeney: AHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU TWO!

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Gracias mikky❤️

Aurorapaezg: Hermanita beat me too it🥰

Pablogavi:same😓

Aurorapaezg:Mano you’re literally only an hour older😭

Pablogavi:Shut the fuck up rora🙄

Belengavira79:you’re both so immature, I’m not surprised my littlest niña is first

Fan43:HAHAHAH GO BELEN!

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Hermano you don’t even want children????

Pablogavi:Shut up..doesn’t mean that you’re still not before me

Belengavira79: Pablo martín paéz Gavira! You do not talk to a pregnant woman like that!

Pablogavi:WHAT!?? But she can talk too me however she wants???

Belengavira79:As I said she’s pregnant!

User653:BAHAHABA I LOVE THIS

User533:All the Gavi girls crying cause they found out he doesn’t want children now😭

Fan00:OMG PEDRI IS GONNA BE A DAD!?????

Fan4:What…?

Fan35:We lost him ladies and gents…😞

Fan8:I can’t believe Pedri is gonna be a daddy!🥰❤️

Frenkiedejong:Congratulations!❤️

Pedri:Gracias Hermano❤️

Alejandrobalde:I can’t believe it! This is insane! Congratulations❤️

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Ericgm4: ¡Me alegro mucho por vosotros dos!❤️

(So happy for you two!❤️)

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Gracias Eric!🥰

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@y/n…Paéz_Gavira

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y/n…Paéz_Gavira:Littlest Gavira/González coming soon❤️🥰

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Pedri:Mi hermosa princesa😍❤️

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Annalewandowska:My baby is all grown up🥲❤️

Fan6:How do you look so pretty pregnant????

User1:She’s completely stolen him now

Belengavira79: ¡Mi princesita adulta!❤️

(My grown up little princess!❤️)

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User11:She’s so prettyyyyyyy!😍😍

User31:Pedri is so lucky!😍😭

Pedri: I am🥰

PedrisssLover:She probably got pregnant on purpose without discussing it because she doesn’t want him too leave her🙄

User5:How old are you? 5?😬

User:I’ve always imagined Pedri being a dad but I never actually expected it..at least not so soon🥰

Pablogavi:I hope she annoys the shit out of you @pedri ❤️

Pedri:actually no, only shit talking you Hermano🥰

User:Stop I love them sm😭😭😭

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@Pedri

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Pedri:Two beautiful baby boys on the way💙 Mami y papi can’t wait too meet you!

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Pablogavi:Diego in the second photo🤣❤️

Taia_belloli:I can’t believe you’re having twins! I could never!💙

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:you make it seem like I look good during my pregnancy.

Pedri:You literally do..? You think I can edit…?😭

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:DON’T TALK BACK TOO ME

User8:pregnant women>>>> comedians

User9:I wanna marry her

Pedri:Excuse me...? Im first...and last

taia_belloli:Wifey😍

Pedri:Mine, so back off. @Raphinia come get your girl before she steals mine

Raphinia: @taiabeloli Im feeling very betrayed right now babe🥲

Alejandrobalde:Hermanita🥰

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@y/n…Paéz_Gavira

Liked by taia_belloli, Pedri, Frenkiedejong and 863.825 others

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:Love my two baby boys so, so much ❤️❤️🥰

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Pedri:My three babies🥰

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Excuse you..? I’m a grown woman😾

Pedri:My bad miss baby😲

Pablogavi:Why are my nephews so adorable..?🥹

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:Because they look like me…😍

User7:Omg they’re finally here!❤️🥰

Frenkiedejong: adorable ❤️🥰

Mikkykiemmeney:So beautiful

Aurorapaezg:My beautiful nephews🥰

Javi_begines:I can’t believe they’re here already 🥰❤️

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@Pedri

Liked by y/n…Paéz_Gavira, pablogavi, sergiroberto and 1.2 million others

Pedri: Just like their mami y papi❤️💙

Tagged: y/n…Paéz_Gavira

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Pablogavi:Why do they grow up so fast?🥲

User:I remember the day they were born🥰

Rosylopez: Mis guapos nietos🥰❤️❤️

(My handsome grandsons🥰❤️❤️)

Liked by Pedri

User66:Omg imagine them on the first team together when they grown up!!😭❤️

Ericgm3:Future futbolliata’s🥰

Ferrantorres:Miss my little monsters🥹🥰

y/n…Paéz_Gavira:@ericgm3 @ferrantorres Come over you idiots they miss you guys, they are getting tired of Gavi…

User98:BAHAHAHA STOPPP

Ericgm3:already on my way…can’t let Gavi bore them out

Pablogavi: Excuse me…They love me

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: Did I say that they didn’t love you? No, no I didn’t.

User62:I just know y/n is so done with his ass

User8:I love how Pedro Jr looks just like y/n and Carlos looks just like Pedri🥹🥰

y/n…Paéz_Gavira: It’s kinda ironic…should’ve been the opposite

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#football imagine #football x reader #football x y/n #pedri #pedri blurb #Pedri Insta au #pedri x y/n #pedri fluff #pedri x you #pedri imagines #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri one shot #pedri fanfic #pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pablogavi #pablo gavi x sister!reader

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lainezgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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•UPSET, pablo gavi

(not my gif)this is from my wattpad btw

IN WHICH, Pablo's girlfriend gets upset with his fan girls.

fluff

warnings:none, short

Pablo and Eliana's relationship was suprising to everyone. no one expected them to be together, but still loved their relationship.

Eliana was head over heels for her boyfriend. their relationship was perfect.

the one thing she hated was his fan girls.

Its not that she hated them, they just got a little out of control many times. at first, they weren't the biggest fans of the new couple. they eventually got used to it, but there was still that small amount that hated. especially on eliana.

what did pablo do about that ? nothing at first, he loved his supporters and he knew they loved him. untill he eventually noticed how rude they were to his girlfriend. he didnt like it at all. whenever he heard someone talk about Eliana, he would comfront them. Obviously they would shut up, the man was so serious about her.

"you know, you shouldn't care about what they say about you eli." pablo and Eliana were laying in bed. his chin was on her head while hers was on his chest. "i know... but they get to me you know? it's not like i can just ignore some girl telling me to back off her 'man'." Eliana was getting even more hate with the 13 year old girls.

"mi vida, you know i don't like what they say to you, but i guess they just never stop."

pablo always tried to distract her from the comments, most of the time it would work.

pablo pressed a small kiss to her hair and hugged her tightly.

"none of them will ever seperate us, you're stuck with me for good." pablo felt Eliana smile into his chest.

Even if they get hated on , you can never seperate true love.

#football #pablogavi #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi #gavi fluff #gavi imagine

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gracieeegleegal · 1 year ago

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𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆’𝒔 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Charlie Bushnell + Luke Castellan

my ballerina , shinning beauty (charlie)

Betrayals embrace (Luke)

Tyler Owens

The Misus said so

Pablo Gavi

Teenage pregnancy

Walker Scobell

Jackpot

Christopher sturniolo

Stargirl

Requests are open feel free to ask :)

#masterlist #request #imagines #pablogavi #luke castellan #percy jackson #charlie bushnell #walker scobell #foryou #stories #short stories #luke castellan x reader #charlie bushnell x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #walker scobell x reader #luke castellan x you

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bellascool · 2 years ago

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cheating?

PABLO GAVI.

posted : 11/04/2023 (European date)

masterlist

request open!

english is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.

•

"I love you honey I'll be there very soon!"

Your voice echoed on the, you thought so, empty house you shared with your boyfriend.

He was supposed to be at training until 6pm but oh honey, what you didn't know was that he came home sooner since Xavi had to go to a meeting, freeing the players 3 hours earlier.

Pablo just closed the door and immediately froze after hearing you sweet talking to someone, God knows who.

"My boyfriend will never know about it baby, he's at training you can come whenever you want" you said with a sweet voice

You were laying on the king sized bed, your stomach was facing the mattress and you couldn't see the wide opened door, thinking you closed it.

Who was the person you were talking with?

Pablo couldn't believe that you would cheat on him and decided to keep listening just in case.

"Yeah you can come, he won't even notice" you loudly laughed

Even in that situation, your laugh still sounded like heaven to his ears and he found himself smiling without even noticing.

But his smile faded as fast as it appeared when he remembered what he just heard.

Without making any noise, he went in the laundry room to hide so he can catch you doing what you were trying to desperately hide from him.

He went on his phone while waiting but it didn't really help him to kill the time since all he could think about was "what just happened?".

Several minutes, who felt like hours, later the bell finally rang which made the Spanish boy put his phone on the ground, slowly getting up as you ran downstairs.

He watched through the doorway and saw you happily opening the door before hugging someone and leaning in to kiss them.

He couldn't believe it, it was happening.

It was too hurtful to keep watching so he turned around to take his phone back but was cut off by a bark.

He quickly left the room and followed the sound he just heard, leading him to the living room where he saw you laying on the couch, a German Shepherd comfortably sleeping next to you as you watched-

Peppa Pig?

"is she on drugs?" He thought to himself

"Y/n?" He finally dared to speak

The sound of his voice made you jump from your place, waking up the dog who was peacefully asleep.

"Oh my God you scared the hell out of me" you said as you tried to breath correctly, putting a hand on your chest

"What are you doing and who's dog is that?" he asked clearly confused

"Meet Mia, she's the cutest dog and I'm babysitting her for Maria, she went on a date with her boyfriend" you explained as if it was obvious

"So.. you're not cheating on me?"

You looked at him as if he just said the most stupid, toe curling, hair snatching thing.

"What the fuck no? Why would you say that?"

"Okay it may sound crazy but I may have listened to the whole interaction with the dog when you were FaceTiming your friend and it is possible that I hid to see if it was true. But again, this may have not happened at all." he said not breathing once while speaking

"Oh wow, I see how it is now you don't even trust me" you turned around, patting the dog's head as she slowly fell asleep again

"Wait no that's not what I wanted to say, I promise I trust you with all my life" he tried to apologize but you kept silent

"Y/n don't do this to me I swear I love you please don't be mad at me" he apologized as he made his way to you, collapsing next to your body before wrapping his arms around your waist, hugging it tightly as he put his head on your stomach

That's when you took the opportunity and put your arms on the back of his head, chocking him in your belly

"Now that's what you get for believing that I would cheat on you, you bitch" you laughed as he tried to get out of your grip but you just kept pushing him further in

You laughed harder and harder to a point where you didn't even have the strength to keep him in place

He snitched out of your arms, breathing heavily when you just kept laughing

Soon enough, he joined you in your laughter, forgetting the dog who was just staring at you in complete confusion

After a few minutes, you calmed down and pressed start on the remote so you can go back to watching the best show ever : peppa pig.

"Baby do we seriously have to watch a pig live her life?" he asked while laying back on your stomach

"Yes shut up" you just said now fully concentrated

•

You jumped when you heard the sound of the door bell

You didn't even realize that you three fell asleep watching some kids series.

You looked at the time on your phone, it was 6pm which means that Maria should get her dog back now.

You silently stood up and pet Mia who then followed you to the door, leaving Pablo alone as he was dead asleep

You opened the door to be met by your friend smiling

"Hi Maria, how was the date?" you asked smiling as she put you in a quick embrace

"Really nice, I'll tell you everything later, how was Mia?" she asked while petting her beloved dog who also seemed happy to see her

"Oh she was lovely, she can come back anytime!" you just smiled

"Thank you for babysitting her Y/n, I owe you one!"

"Don't worry about it, it was my pleasure"

You quickly said goodbye before closing the door and laying back down next to the spanish boy who was awake now

" ¿por qué te fuistes? (why did you leave)" he asked weakly while opening his arms so you can get back in

"I had to give Mia back" you whispered as you got comfortable in his arms, your head resting on his chest ad you fell back to sleep with his heartbeat who sounded like music to your ear

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httpspedri26 · 2 years ago

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idk if i already sent an request but could u write a fluff about gavi?

after a badgame, he gets yelled at by xavi and it somehow really gets to him so when he gets home he practically breaksdown in readers lap and like hugs her waist?

unwavering support - Pablo Gavi

Thank you for requesting! Hope you like it <3

Pairings: Pablogavi x reader

Fluff

Pablo stumbled home, his spirits crushed after a particularly rough game. The weight of Xavi's harsh words still echoed in his mind, haunting him with self-doubt. As he entered the house, he saw Y/N, sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book.

“Hey, I saw the game” y/n whispered sadly

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Pablo practically collapsed into Y/N's lap, burying his face in her waist as tears streamed down his cheeks. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of his distress, instantly put her book aside and gently ran her fingers through his hair.

“Pablo, what happened? You’re shaking. Come here, love.”

Pablo clung onto Y/N, seeking solace in her warmth.

“Xavi… Xavi was so hard on me today. He yelled at me in front of everyone and said I was useless. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this.”

Y/N’s eyes filled with empathy as she cradled Pablo in her arms, offering him a safe space to let out his frustrations.

“Pablo, listen to me. You are talented, passionate, and dedicated to that sport. Sometimes coaches get caught up in the heat of the moment and say things they don’t truly mean. It doesn’t define who you are as a player or as a person.”

Pablo’s grip on Y/N tightened as he let out a heavy sigh.

“I know, but it’s hard to shake off those words, you know? I’ve been working so hard, and it feels like I’ve let everyone down.”

“Hey, stop. You haven’t let anyone down, Pablo. Football is like this – you either win or you lose. I believe in you, and so does your team.”

Pablo’s tears began to subside, replaced by a glimmer of hope sparked by Y/N’s unwavering support.

“Te amo, thank you for everything,” Pablo whispered, placing his forehead against Y/N’s.

Y/N smiled softly. Leaning in, she closed the distance between them, their lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as their connection deepened, their lips moving in sync with one another. In that moment, all worries and doubts melted away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. It was a kiss filled with understanding, comfort, and unwavering support.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it today,” Y/N said, gently pulling away from their kiss.

“It’s okay,” Pablo replied with a warm smile, his arms still wrapped around her. They settled comfortably on the couch, finding solace in each other’s presence.

“I’m with you right now, and that’s all that matters,” Pablo whispered, his voice filled with reassurance and love. Y/N’s heart fluttered at his words, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.

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leilakisakabiri · 2 years ago

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

You're Losing Me (Gavi)

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

Warnings: Angst. Toxic behavior.

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

Word count: 6.8k+

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

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

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

Next time.

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

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

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

9:45 pm.

The texts were getting later and later each time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just wanted to hear his voice.

That would be enough.

It rang seven times before the line went dead.

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

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

Once.

Twice.

Then it was gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello?” You asked.

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

“I can’t see you.” You said.

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

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

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

You answered on the second ring.

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

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

There was a beat of silence.

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

“Tomorrow?”

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

“Can you not come?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hung up before he could respond.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ana thank you for taking me.”

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

You let out a short laugh, “My hero.”

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

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

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

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

Pedri noticed your entrance and came over to say hello.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leaving you alone.

Again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi.”

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

You followed his gaze.

“I don’t want to wrinkle the dress.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Glad you found me.”

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

“I always do.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, he hadn’t.

Somehow that hurt more than anything else.

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

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

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

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

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

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

When had it become all pretend?

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed he had finally noticed your absence.

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

“I had to use the restroom.”

“For 15 minutes?”

“There was a queue.” You lied.

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

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

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

“I don’t know why.”

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

“I’m ok.”

“You’re not.”

“Gavi.” You warned.

“What happened? Did someone say something?”

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

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

You stayed quiet.

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

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

“It’s you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Long day?”

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

“Something like that.”

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

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

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

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

He grinned, “Yeah not many people can.”

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

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

You couldn’t help but laugh at his abruptness.

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

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

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

“Oh, so you’re a Barca girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise what?”

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

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

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

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

You bit your lip unsure but nodded.

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

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

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

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

“No, I got it last month.”

“I haven’t seen you wear it.”

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

“Oh.”

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

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

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

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

“I-I don’t know.”

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

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

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

You remained silent.

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

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

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

“But do you want to? Fix it I mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I-I’m just going to go home.”

“I’ll grab our coats.”

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

Neither of you could deny what it meant.

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

“Ok.”

He had just sealed your relationship closed, something you were grateful for because you knew you couldn’t have done it yourself.

He didn’t lift his head as you walked away, and you didn’t blame him.

You grabbed your coat quickly, bidding goodbye to a few people as you made your way out of the hall.

As you walked down the hallway towards the main doors you realized you didn’t have a ride back. Your roommate had dropped you off and you assumed Gavi would drop you back. Well, that wasn’t happening now. Train it was. One glance out the window told you it was raining, downpouring to be exact.

How fitting. At least the weather matched your mood.

You stepped outside, immediately becoming drenched, but somehow you found comfort in it, at least this way no one could see you cry.

You were about halfway down the steps when you heard the door slam open, yelling coming from behind you.

You spun around, surprised to see Gavi stepping into the rain, “Please stay. Please.”

You stood frozen, unsure of what to say.

You were sure he wouldn’t follow you. But he had.

He kept taking steps closer to you, closing the distance, till you were only two steps apart, “Stay.”

His eyes searched your own, looking for something, maybe a sign that there was hope, something you weren’t sure you could provide.

“Just let me go. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

He shook his head, breath unsteady, “No I can’t. I can’t. I feel like if I let you go now, I’ll never see you again.”

You bit your cheek looking away, he was right. After tonight you had no intention of talking to him again.

His shoulders drooped at your silence, and he sat down on the steps of the building, harsh rain pounding down on him, matting his hair and drenching his extremely expensive suit, but he didn’t seem to care, “I hate fighting with you.”

You glanced down at his figure, watching him sit in the rain with his head in his hands, utterly defenseless.

“But I hate even more that it’s my fault, and that I couldn’t see what I was doing until I felt what you did, just for a second, and it hurt like hell.”

“I should have been there for you. I should have made time for you. I knew what I was doing wasn’t right but then I kept thinking it’s fine I’ll make it up to her next time, but next time never happened because I never showed up. I guess I was just so focused on making sure my teammates all liked me, and they had just stopped treating me like a kid, finally inviting me places - and I’m not using that as an excuse because I know it’s a shit one, it’s on me. Nobody forced me to do anything, I just wanted to feel included, and I put everyone else’s feelings above yours when yours was the one that was the most important to me.”

He finally lifted his head, and he was close enough that you could see the tears streaming down his face as he looked intently at you, almost like he was trying to memorize you, “If you want to walk away you can, you should - I’ll understand. I just wanted to apologize, really apologize, and own up to everything I did. I love you, and I promise you I won’t take anyone for granted the way I did with you.”

Your expression mirrored his own, and the tears were falling freely at his confession now that it was just the two of you. All the things you had wanted him to realize he had. All the things you wished he had said, he finally did.

But was it too late?

“Thank you, Pablo.”

He let out a short laugh through his tears, “No, thank you.”

You gave him a soft smile before you put distance between the two of you, letting the rain mask the sound of you leaving.

The lights from the venue grew dimmer as you continued walking, and you spared one last glance over your shoulder before it disappeared from view, seeing Gavi’s tiny figure rooted in place, watching you leave.

Your steps faltered.

How could you leave this relationship, this boy, when every single warning sign was going off in your brain, telling you to turn around and fight, to not give up? He had understood, he had understood exactly what you had felt, and had owned up to his mistakes, what else could he have done? He couldn’t go back and make it better, but he could change the way he treated you, but how would you acknowledge the change if you didn’t stick around?

It didn’t feel right walking away.

You thought you would feel content, feel like the pressure was lifting from your shoulders, but the dropping feeling in your stomach was multiplying, and your heart was constricting painfully at the thought of never seeing him, never laughing with him, never kissing him again, at the idea of falling in love with someone that wasn’t him.

You never ran faster in your life.

Let him be there. Please let him be there.

You didn’t know how you could explain yourself if you had to walk back into the event sopping wet, eyes puffy, and nose runny.

You couldn’t stop the wide smile that stretched across your face as he realized he was right where you left him.

You sat next to him and he didn’t notice until you spoke.

“Pablo.”

His head shot upon hearing your voice, and his face lifted for a second before falling again, “Di-Did you forget something?”

You nodded.

“Ok I can get it for you, what is it?” He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice clear.

You shifted closer to him, bodies pressed against each other, “I forgot that I love you. I love you and I want to work this out. I’m happy that you took responsibility and I believe you. I believe that you won’t do it again. But I should apologize too – I also wasn’t fair to you, and I did things that I shouldn’t have just to get back at you for making me feel so small.”

“I’m sorr-”

You cut him off, “Let’s stop apologizing.”

He nodded, eyes looking at you with nothing but love and admiration,

“Ok but we’ll have to work on our communication.” He said, and you hummed in agreement.

You touched your forehead with his, staring at each other with baited breaths until he finally closed the distance and kissed you. After a month of not seeing each other, you were finally kissing, pouring all your emotions, all your love, all your pain into the kiss, making a promise to be there for each other, and it felt like coming home.

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universefcb · 1 month ago

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Memel🍯 | Blonde | brazilian girl🇧🇷 | Cubarsí

Hey everyone, soccer fans! My name is Vitória (Nickname memel), and I'm a Brazilian girl who loves to write. I've been taking English classes for almost two years now, so I decided to put that to good use and create this account to post images you request!

I've liked football since I was three years old, I support Flamengo, the best team in Brazil, and I started watching Barça games three years ago.

My favorite color is blue and black, my current song is Your Power by Billie Eilish. My favorite book right now is The Girl from the Lake. My favorite food is a burger (very healthy), my birthday is on December 7th. My favorite player is Pedri, but I'm so obsessed with Pau.

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b4tasquad · 2 years ago

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✭ RELEASING ANGER: GAVI

Authors note: first time ever writing smut… don’t know if I really fw it tbh but it’s alright🤷‍♀️

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, dry humping, cursing. lmk if I should include more

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“No.” You shake your head, a look of disbelief at the judge’s decision. “What the fuck is he doing!”

Your boyfriend seems equally as mad from his crouched position on the pitch. A hand comes to harshly bang against the grass, his head thrown back in pure anger. Gavi is mad, and rightfully so.

When the Barcelona player and the opposing team fought for the ball, you knew something would happen. The other player had harshly tugged on Gavi’s jersey, sending the 18-year-old flying back into the player. Gavi’s elbow made contact with the other guy’s neck, a result of the other person’s own actions.

As the guy fell to the grass, hands at his neck with what looked like faux pain, you were confident the judge would realise it was all fake. What you, alongside everyone else hadn’t seen coming was Gavi, Barcelona’s golden boy, getting a red card.

Cries of outrage drowned out your boyfriend cussing the judge out. You weren’t doing much better, feeling your face heat up at the unfairness. Well, you didn’t know much about football, but to you, this seemed so wrong. It might’ve been slightly because it was your boyfriend on the receiving end of this “injustice”

Either way, you watched with wide eyes as your boyfriend got up from the grass, body stiff as he pushed away anyone that even came near him. Pedri tried to calm him down, not wanting the already bad situation to escalate. Gavi had none of that, and chose to not listen to anyone, not even his best friend.

Even Xavi, who was always the first one to reprimand Gavi let him be as the teenager stormed away, disappearing into the tunnel. Choosing to take action, you get up from your seat, excusing yourself from the people you had been in conversation with earlier. You make your way to the changing rooms, looking for your favourite player.

He doesn’t even look up when the door opens, legs tapping against the floor in rapid movements as his hands come to roughly push back his hair. “Amor.” You call out, watching as he looks up. Unlike usual, his gaze doesn’t soften once seeing your face, instead his eyes get colder.

“You saw what that fucking dick did.” His tone isn’t questioning, instead, he says it like it’s something you should agree with. Believing it’s best to agree with him, you nod.

“I saw, baby. It was so unfair.” Your words do nothing to ease his emotions, and a sarcastic laugh is all he answers with. Not knowing what to do, you step closer to him, feeling as if the distance between you did nothing good. As if it’s on reflex, Gavi opens up his arms, welcoming you to sit on his lap. “What can I do to make it better?”

The footballer looks up at you through his long lashes as you sit sideways on his lap. Your fingers brush the hair out of his face, as he seems to ponder on your request.

“Anything?” He questions, slyness coating his words, but you nod either way.

“Anything for you.” For the first time since the situation on the pitch, a smile graces his face. Gavi starts to rub at your back, hands sliding under your jersey as they make contact with your skin. It’s innocent until the movements start to trail in other directions. “Pablo.” Is all you can say as his cold hands brushes against the underside of your boob, your bra getting pulled up a little.

“You said anything, right?” His words are mere whispers as his lips make contact with your collarbone. Your position gives him access to your neck, and he takes his sweet time kissing and sucking at your skin. “Let me.”

You look around. In the locker room during a game was risky, anyone could step in at any moment and catch you guys first hand. But then again, if this was what he needed to relieve his tension, you would gladly contribute. “Fast.”

The second that leaves your mouth, the athlete is ready. His hands grip at your hips as he gives your chest area all his attention. To get more comfortable, you sling your leg over his, now straddling his lap. Something solid brushes against your ass, and you quickly take notice of the growing budge in your boyfriends pants.

In a need to relieve some tension, you start to move your body in rhythmical movements on him. His groan of pleasure encourages you to keep going as he now pulls at your shirt. Pulling it over your body, you throw it away from you, leaning towards Gavi to press his lips to yours, your movements against him never stopping.

His kisses are rough, but so are his hands that slides your hips over his bulge. Dragging his mouth across your chin, Gavi bites at your ear. “Off.” He demands, pulling at your pants. You nod eagerly, doing as he says while the boy himself, rids himself of his shorts, leaving him only in his boxer.

Now both in your underwear, you start to grind your hips against his again, lips connecting roughly. Your whimpers of his name does nothing to tame the growing problem under you, and after a few minutes of making out in your underwear, Gavi roughly pulls it off.

“Please.” You beg. There’s no need, you can easily see where this was going, but you were desperate for him to fill you up. Right now.

“Patience, Princesa.” Gavi drowns out your protests as he pulls down the last thing separating the two of you. His lips are quick to connects to your exposed cleavage and without warning he slides you into him. The feeling of him in you is something that you could never describe with simple words. It felt like everything was missing til his body mingled with yours, making you feel whole.

“Fuck!” You moan loudly, the pain of him stretching you out not turning into pleasure just yet. Gavi has no care for that as he snaps his hips into yours, trying to hit as deep as he could before pulling back out to repeat it all over again. Once you finally feel yourself getting accustomed to the situation, your painful shouts turn sexual.

The sounds coming from the two of you are pornographic, your loud and careless whines alongside his strained groans describing the pleasure the two of you were experiencing.

You push your hair back as you put your whole body into keeping up with the athlete under you. Gavi was one that could keep going for hours, his stamina as a footballer aiding him. Usually you could go for a while as well, but the work of being on top was becoming unbearable.

“It’s too much.” Your body slouches against his as it all gets exactly too much. Him in you, the kisses he’s littering everywhere alongside your own rapid movements. The pleasure could send you into a coma and you wouldn’t be surprised.

“Take it.” He simply states, now pounding into you in a harder pace.

“I can’t.” You cry out, eyes filling with tears at how good he was doing you. Gavi pushes your face out of his neck with a firm hand on your throat. His eyes bore into yours.

“You can and you will.” His lips silences your loud moan as he hits a particular deep spot inside you, his hips snapping against yours harshly. The knot in your stomach which you’ve tried to ignore becomes the only thing you can focus on as your boyfriend fuckes you senseless.

You can’t even make out words through your pants, only managing to sigh against his mouth, your pussy squeezing around his length in warning. Seemingly understanding, a look of pride crosses his face at this.

“You’ve been so good, princesa.” He praises you, knowing that would tip you off the edge. And that it did. Your hands around his neck, claw at his back as you drown out your moans into his neck. Gavi fuckes you through your high, only letting himself go ones you’ve finished.

The boy slowly pulls out of you, wincing as his sensitive dick pushed out of your warm walls. You feel an emptiness at his movements, but quickly forget about it as you’re still in your high, a sick smile on your face.

You lean back agains the wall, watching as your boyfriend pulls his shorts on again, before turning to you. His eyes which ones were cold and furious, much more calmer now. His lips connect with your heated up cheek, showing his gratitude through affection.

“Wow.” Is all he says as he too, leans back to take a moment to relax.

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pabsgavi · 2 years ago

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﹗ ˖ ་ 🪩 besfriend : pablo gavi

Pablo Gavi x fem Reader ! ♡

❝ Love you like a brother. Treat you like a friend. Respect you like a lover ❞

the gif is not mine!! credits to his owner

warning: english is not my language so sorry for the grammatical errors

You turned to the next page of the book on meditation you were reading, in your defense, it had been the most fun you found in your mother's office, after she and your father left for a business dinner, leaving you in the care from your grandmother —who despite being very funny— after nine o'clock she was simply a snoring bag on the furniture.

It was ten o'clock at night, on a Saturday, and while most of your friends were enjoying the night out, you were in your living room, with a cup of tea and a meditation book in your hands, with your Grandma next to you, and the TV in the background, playing one of her favorite novels.

After a while, you finished your reading, so you took your phone and went up the stairs, although before you made sure to cover your grandmother with one of the blankets on the furniture, and turn off the television with the novel. You quickly went up to your room, debating how necessary it was to shower—which you had done earlier—because it was too cold.

A few minutes later, already feeling the heat of the pajamas on your body, you took one last look at your phone, before going to bed, feeling how your whole body relaxed when it came into contact with the soft mattress, covering yourself with the blankets that were They found themselves on top of it, falling into a deep sleep just a few seconds later.

You were having the best of dreams, everything was perfect, the temperature of the room, the blankets, the mattress, you just felt in the clouds, until the sound of your cell phone began to rumble all over the place, at first you decided to ignore it , surely it was one of your friends trying to take you to the party, but when after a few minutes the phone did not stop ringing, you groaned as you went out from under the covers to answer the call, without even opening your eyes , still sleepy.

"Hello?" you whispered, still with half of your face glued to your pillow.

The noises of what seemed to be a party appeared immediately, you rolled your eyes, you were about to end that call, thinking that it was one of your friends making fun of how pathetic you were to stay home on a Saturday and follow the rules of your Parents, it wasn't until you heard his voice that you woke up.

"Pablo? Are you okay?"you asked, starting to worry when you didn't receive an answer from the boy you called your best friend."I swear, if this is a damn joke, Pablo, I'm going to kill you with my own hands."

You heard some laughter and some kind of struggle from the other side. "Gavi!" "Idiot, give me the phone! Y/n?"

"Carla?" Now you were wide awake, putting on your slippers. "What the hell is going on? It is assumed that Pablo couldn't leave the house, he can't even drink alcohol, in two days it's the game."

"I know, I know! The boys thought it would be a good idea to take him out of the house so he could relax a bit, but he drank too much and now he's lying in the middle of Luis's garden"

"What!?" You took the car keys quickly, putting on a coat before running down the stairs quickly. "Stay with him, okay? I'll be there in less than ten minutes."

Just as you said, in less than ten minutes you were getting out of the car to Luis's garden, where most of your friends were, some more drunk than others, along with Pablo and Carla, who was crouched next to him. boy on the grass

"They are crazy? If Pablo's parents find out about this, they'll kill them, hell."With rage and Carla's help, you took the boy to take him to your car."We'll talk about this later, take care, idiots, goodbye, Carla."You said goodbye to the girl with two kisses on the cheek and once you finished accommodating Pablo in the back seat, you got into yours.

"Hello, y / n, honey!" The boy got up from the place smiling at him, and then kissed your cheek.

"If you weren't drunk I'd punch you in the face, I swear," he laughed, scooting awkwardly to the passenger seat. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with you?"

"We could kiss-" You gave him a dirty look. "Take me home," he corrected, giving you an innocent look.

"You're crazy? How are you going to explain to your parents that you are falling down drunk? You know you can't drink alcohol until after the game, Pablo."

“It was just a…bottle."

"Pablo!"

"Yeah, ya, have they told you that you look cute when you're angry?" He ask caressing your cheek, making you roll your eyes.

"I'll take you home, luckily my parents aren't here, but you better behave and be quiet, my grandmother can't know that you're drunk, understood?"

"Clear than crystal, precious," he whispered, winking at you, and then leaning back on the seat.

Once you parked the car, you smiled watching Pablo sleep peacefully next to you. Before helping him get out, you wrote to his sister to inform her that he was with you and everything was fine.

"Pablo, darling, Pablo." You moved him slightly from one side to the other, once he opened his eyes, you took his hand, helping him lean against you.

On the way to the door he almost fell to the ground about four times, but you were able to make it to the living room with no problem, once you got to the stairs, you knew you two were in trouble.

"Pablo, shit, be careful!" you whispered, seeing him get too close to the edge of the stairs, staggering, he laughed.

You quickly approached him, covering his mouth, indicating that he should remain silent, and then you took him to the guest room, where a few seconds later you looked for comfortable clothes that he had left the last time he stayed at your house.

"Oh my God," he whispered, before launching himself onto the bed.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking his ankles, to remove his shoes and socks, a few seconds later he sat on the edge of the bed and raised his arms, making you laugh.

"You're an idiot, Pablo," you whispered, still between laughs, to remove his shirt and put on the sky blue sweatshirt that was next to him.

"Turn around, and you better not look, y/n."

"I don't promise anything," you teased, turning around so he could change his pants.

Feeling again like the old days when you were kids and you slept over at each other's house, but you were so scared you needed to change in the same room.

"Ready."Once Pablo finished you turned around, smiling when you saw him already lying on the bed covered by the blankets.

"Rest, silly." You approached, to leave a kiss on his cheek.

"See you tomorrow, honey." You smiled at the nickname, although it was nothing new.

You walked up to your room smiling, feeling particularly different with Pablo's presence, knowing that there was something strangely changing in the way you saw the boy.

You tried to push those thoughts out once you reached your room, pulling the covers back over you, grabbing your phone, laughing at the recent text from aurora, Pablo's older sister.

"I hope they only sleep, I don't want nephews yet"

Now you couldn't stop thinking about the way everyone around you two had always wanted you two together, since you were kids, Aurora always said that you were going to end up together, that's not counting the endless attempts of yours parents to match you up, even your friends. They wanted to see you together, even more so after Pablo's previous girlfriend broke up with him, according to her because she knew he loved her, but he would never do it the way he loved you.

Well, maybe it was time to sleep, but now you couldn't stop thinking of the two of you in a way other than just friends, and the idea didn't sound bad at all.

What the hell were you thinking?

The sound of the door made you come out of your thoughts, you smiled watching Pablo with his pillow in his hand and his puppy face, he gave you a shy smile and it was enough.

“Come here, Pablo!” He laughed, before throwing himself on your bed, he stood next to you.

He pass his arms around your waist, while you rest your head on his chest, smiling when you feel the accelerated beat of his heart.

“I love you, y/n,” he whisper, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

"I love yo too, Pablo.—you answered, feeling how he left a kiss on your head, to then relax his body completely, and it was the last thing you said before falling sound asleep in his arms.

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