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spidybaby · 4 months ago

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love begin again and barça boyz ❤️ plz i need a barça boyz asparents or coparenting plz plz plz 😭

Coparenting | Barca Boys

Summary: What is it like to coparent with them

A/N: I can't lie, I love this request 🥺❤️ also, thank you, Anon. I'm happy to know that you loved Begin Again.

Part two

Pedri

"Do you have your coloring book?" You ask, grabbing your son's backpack. He nods at your question. "What about your neon color pencils?"

"I have the draw I made for papi." He answers, showing you the drawing one more time.

You gran him, walking to the Gonzalez Lopez household. You text Rosy that you are outside, thar way you don't have to knock.

"Okay, mi amor." You put him down. "Listen to your dad, don't eat too much sugar and have fun."

He nods, giving you that smile that makes you think of Pedri. He was so much like Pedri. Even the way of talking, not only did he got the accent, but the expressions.

Rosy opens the door, greeting both of you. You share a quick hug with her. "Hola, guapo." She says, greeting the smiling boy.

"Mira abu," He says, showing her the drawing. "Para papi."

"It's so amazing! Your daddy is going to love it."

You kissed him one last time. "Have fun in Sevilla, amor." You say, sending him inside the house. "You guys are going to have fun this weekend." You smile at her.

Rosy hugs you. "We will." She says, taking the backpack from you. "Are you doing anything this weekend?"

You nod your head. "I'll go to the movies." You smile. "Oh, can you please give this to pedri? These are the tickets to the game our son has next month."

You considered yourself lucky, Pedri was coming out of the house with your kid on his arms.

"Mami!" You hear your baby yell. "Papi is getting me an ice cream."

"That so yummy, baby." You smile at him. "Hi, Pedri."

"Hola." He says, a very dry tone.

Rosy knows that if looks could kill, hers would kill her son. "Pedri, this is for you." She says, taking the envelope from your hands.

When Pedri found out about the baby, he was over the moon. You were his puppy love since school, first kiss, first time, first everything.

You also were his biggest fan, there was not one game day where you weren't ready to go support him.

To him, it was a big hit when you told him that it wasn't working anymore. You had a very hard postpartum time, as much as you tried to work on yourself, you couldn't.

You move out of his house, not wanting for him to be the one to leave, plus you don't need a five room house.

He offered to get you a house and to pay for everything you needed. He didn't wanted you to move back to Tenerife.

Once you got on your own feet, you told him to only take care of the baby. You didn't want to be a bother to him.

"What is this?" He asks, grabbing the envelope.

"The tickets for the game." You explain. "I texted you that I was going to bring them."

"Mhm" He humms, kissing his boy on the cheek. "Thanks. I'll be back, mom."

You move to the side, waving at your boy. You can't lie that it hurts you to see Pedri being so dry to you.

"I got tickets for both Fernandos and you, hope you can make it." You whisper, knowing your voice was going betray you. "Please, take care of him."

Rosy hugs you, she knows that you never wanted to hurt Pedri.

When Pedri came back home, his son was asleep on his arms. He was carrying two big bags that contained toys, as always he was the one spoiling him.

Rosy was waiting for him. Her husband and oldest son knew better than to be near when the bomb exploted on Pedri.

"We are back. Gosh, he's heavier by the day." Pedri laughs.

"Take him to his room and come back, we need to talk." His mother says, a very stern tone on her voice.

Pedri does as he's told, he doesn't want to mess with his mom. At least not when she's using that tone of voice.

He lays his boy down, turning the white noise machine that helps him sleep and closing the door with care.

"What are we having for dinner?" He asks.

Rosy knows she shouldn't, but she can't help to be involved in the middle.

"Pedro, you really need to start being a little more considerate with the way you talk to Y/n."

"Mom, not again." He scuffs. "Leave me and her to deal with this."

"I try, but I can't help it. You act as if you are bothered by her. Your son is young, and he doesn't notice this, but he will grow and see that you barely even acknowledge his mom. That's not okay."

"I try my best, okay?" He says, rolling his eyes. "Again, don't mind it, this is between us."

Rosy tries to answer back, but Pedri is already going upstairs to lay in bed with his kid.

You decide to play potato at home all weekend, turning on the match when the time hits. You might not be together, but you are still turning every single match he has.

The match was like a heart attack, a lot of emotions.

But the biggest emotion you had was when your phone began vibrating. It was Pedri requesting a FaceTime.

You don't think twice and press the green button. Your screening shows him and your son cheek to cheek, both with a big smile.

"Mami, we won."

You smile so hard your cheeks feel numb. "That so amazing!" You jump a little. "Tu papi es un campeón." You say. (Your daddy is a champion)

You don't notice it, but Pedri smile grows when you say that. "We are going to sleep as a celebration." Pedri says, laughing a little. "This one's curfew already passed like three hours ago."

"Today's allowed," you laugh, making him laugh.

You talk a little bit with your son and with Pedri as he bathes and changes your son to sleep. He tells you that the nanny of Lewas girls was the one who was going to be helping with your baby.

"Okay, time to sleep. I love you, amor. Please sleep." You say, pointing at your camera so your son could notice how serious you are.

"Adios, mami." He waves at you, sending you a kiss like you taught him.

"Thank you for calling me. I love you both."

"Love you too, mami." Pedri says, knowing it wasn't just because he had to answer back. "Very much."

Gavi

"Hey, drop it." You say to your daughter, who was taking her toys out of her already packed backpack. "You need to be ready to go to your dad's house."

"Papi let me play with my Barbie when he prepares my bag."

You roll your eyes, knowing that, of course, Gavi was letting her do whatever she wanted.

"Okay, I get it." You say, getting closer to her. "But mami really needs to go to class, so please don't do that right now." You begged.

She shrugs, taking the Barbie out and leaving the backpack alone. You roll your eyes, sometimes you do hate to be the strick one.

"Let's go." You say, grabbing her hand and backpack.

You were thankful that Pablo has training in the afternoon for the whole week. You sister was on finals week at school, so she needed to focus on her exams and couldn't help you with your daughter.

You didn't have much option but to ask Gavi to watch her while you go to class in the mornings. He was supposed to have her the late evenings and nights because of you taking that time to do homework and study.

"I love you very much." You say to her, giving her a kiss. "Please behave, doll."

"Te amo, mami." She smiles, hugging you.

You press Gavi's doorbell. Waiting for him to let you in.

"Mami, I'm hungry."

"I know, perdón I didn't give you breakfast." You pout. "Daddy told me he was making you something."

You hear the click of the door. Pablo opens it with a big smile on his face.

"Vente, muñeca." He says, making grabby hands to her. "I have your favorite cereal ready."

You want to ask, knowing that it was that same cereal you asked him not to buy. But you were a little too late for that.

"Thanks again, Pablo." You smile. "Doll, don't eat that much sugar." You warn her.

You ran to your class, leaving Gavi to be the responsable one.

"We have all day to ourselves." He says, giving his daughter a kiss on each cheek. "Want to watch a movie while we eat?"

She nodded, that was already their dinner tradition. Usually Pablo gets take out for her while he eats something plain like a salad or some nutritional stuff.

He enjoys spending time with his daughter, even when he doesn't even know what she's doing most of the time.

Part of him being the < Do whatever you want > type of dad, was that he finds himself busy with something else while his daughter entertains herself.

The other part is him just being a young dad. After all, he's 20.

Being a teen dad wasn't something he had in mind. His parents almost killed him, especially when they find out.

Even tho he is a very calm dad, who allows her to do a lot of things. You know that if you and him were together, you probably would be the same.

He grabs her hand, moving her to the play room he has for her. He sits down on the couch while she plays with her Barbie dolls.

He plays with her for a while, then watches a movie together. Feeling like the time went by perfectly.

"Papi, my friend likes barca too."

"Oh really?" He asks, smiling. "That girl has a very smart dad at home." He chuckles.

"Papi, my friend is a boy." She giggles.

Pablo raises an eyebrow. Sometimes he wonders if what she says is accurate, but lucky him, his daughter happens to be as well spoken as he was when he was a child.

That meant that when she said that she has a boy as a friend, she can't be mistaking the world.

"A boy? Tu no puedes tener amigos. Recuerda, los niños dan asco!" He frowns, not approving his baby girl having a boy around her. "Who is this boy?" (You can't have boy friends. Remember, boys are yucky)

"Mami has boy friends." She frowns too.

"Mami doesn't," He argues. "Plus, mommy is a grown-up. You are my baby, you can't have a boy as your friend."

"Auntie Aurora has." She argues back. She's definitely his daughter. "She kisses him. I want to kiss my boy friend too."

"No!" Pablo shouts. "That will make your teeth fall. You can't do that." He says, very strong tone.

It looks like all the stars aligned against him. His frown softens when he sees the tears on his daughter's eyes.

"Muñeca, no." He says, lifting her up. "I'm sorry, doll. I didn't mean to yell." He coos her in his arms.

Another sign for him to know that the luck wasn't on his side that morning was the doorbell.

He looks at his phone, time showing that it was, in fact, you the one ringing the doorbell. He can't help but feel like the one who's about to get yelled is him.

"Amor, mirame." He says, grabbing his daughter's face. "Papi didn't meant to yell, I'm sorry, doll." He kisses her face.

"No." She says, moving her face away from him. "I want mami."

His heart goes faster when he hears his phone, a text from you. Asking if he was home because you were outside.

"Amor, fine!" He says, desperately. "You can kiss all the boys you want, just stop crying."

But she won't reason, thanks to him she's scared to be even be near a boy. Fearing her teeth are going to be missing.

"The tooth fairy won't come if I kiss a boy." She cries even harder.

"Por la puta." Gavi whispers. "Muñeca, stop crying."

He can't keep hiding inside his home. You rang the doorbell again, making him frown. He leaves his girl on the coach, telling her to wait for him.

He rans downstairs, opening the door to you. "Hi, I thought you weren't here." You smile. "Where's our daughter?"

"That's the thing." He says out of breath. "I made her cry, and now she won't stop." He pouts. "Don't yell."

"Gavi!" You shout.

"Joder, don't yell." He shouts back. "I didn't mean to do it."

You shake your head, pushing him out of the way and walking inside the house. You already know she's in the play room.

"Amor, ven aqui." You say as soon as you see her. "What did you Daddy did to you?" You ask her, picking her up and hugging her.

"He says my tooth are falling." She cry into your neck.

You turn to the door, knowing Gavi is there.

"Teeth," He corrected, "And if it helps, she says that you have a lot of boy friends." He says, frowning. "Why?"

You open your mouth. "I don't." You fight back. "Did you make her cry about that?"

"No, she wanted to kiss a boy." He explains. "She can't do that until she's 40!"

"So you decide to yell and scare her?" You ask.

He looks at the floor, hearing his baby sob. "I didn't mean to." He whispers.

You soften your frown, you know that Gavi is young. He obviously is going to have this childish moments with her.

You have those moments with her. It's normal that you both do.

"Doll, you won't lose your teeth if you kiss a boy. What papi meant is that you are too young to do it, and you have to wait."

"Yes, wait till you are 40." Gavi whisper. "Amor, I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean to make you cry." He pouts. "Perdoname?"

Your now more calmed daughter looks at you, waiting for you to nod and to turn back to Gavi. "Go with papi." You smile, giving her a kiss.

"Te amo." He says, kissing her cheek. "But you can't kiss boys."

"Pablo!" You warn him.

Ferran

"Hi, Fer." You smile, opening the door.

"Why was our daughter outside?" He asks, mad expression on his face.

He has her on his arms, one hand grabbing the barca mini ball he gave her the day before.

"Oh, she was playing with Nelly." You explain. "Want some water?" You ask.

"Papi, down." Your daughter says.

He puts her down, giving her the ball. He closes the door and follows you to the kitchen. You hand him the glass of water.

"Gracias," He says. "You look beautiful." He smiles at you.

You smile back, knowing that he always says something like that. "I'm wearing a food stained shirt and joggers." You point at yourself. "I don't feel very beautiful."

"Well, you are." He smiles. "Now, care to answer my question?" He blinks a few times.

"I did. She was playing with Nelly, the neighbor's daughter."

"And I assume that Nelly's dad is the one who was playing with them." He says, a very deceptive tone. "Playing with her barca ball, that I got her, playing football with our daughter."

"Okay?" You say. "I feel like you are conflicted with that, care to explain?"

"Y/n, he's wearing a Madrid jersey." He says, the disgust in his tone was enough to make you roll your eyes. "And why is another dude playing football with my daughter? She's only allowed to play that with me!"

"Ferran, she was excited to show Mario her ball, and Nelly and her play every Wednesday."

"Who's Mario?" He raised an eyebrow. "Is he Nelly's dad?"

"Ferran, stop." You scuff. "Hey, Arantxa wants to get her into ballet, by the way." You say, walking over to your room.

"I need to shower. Please turn the oven off in fifteen minutes, and don't give her juice if she asks, I know you!"

Ferran took the opportunity to go to where his daughter is.

"Amor, come here." He says, opening his arms. "Is Mario your friend Nelly's dad?"

He knows it is crazy to ask his barely three year old daughter that question, but kids know a lot so he does.

She nods, smiling. "Nelly likes my ball."

"I'll get her one." He smiles. "What do you think about living closer to Auntie Arantxa?" He asks the little girl, getting closer to her and kissing her chubby cheek.

He lifts her, hugging her closer to him.

If he can say something about being a dad, is that he loves it. Having a girl is the best thing, he loves dressing up as a princess, with his tutu and his tiara.

He knows that he fucked up between you and him. Putting more effort into his work, spending less time at home, and the time he spent there was either on the gym or the sauna.

You got tired of begging him to just give you a day. Begging him for an hour of the day, to maybe help with his daughter, to be with you.

He got home tired, eating dinner and moving to the gym to tired himself even more. You try to ask him to be there for you, but he failed.

When you told him you were moving out, that you needed to put your child first. He felt betrayed.

He even fought you, calling you selfish for using your child as an excuse. Till this day, he regrets that.

You rented a two bedroom house. Perfect and small for you and your child. You work at the daycare your daughter goes to, so it's perfect. Your house is perfect for the two of you, and the location is even better for work.

Ferran tried to buy you a house, a big four bedroom home that was in the same neighborhood. You said no, angry at him and wanting to give him the space you thought he needed.

Now you notice that he spends more time at your house than anything. Barely even going back, just to check on his dogs and to play with them a little.

"Kiss." He says, making a duck lip to smooch his daughter. "Te amo." He smiles

"Te amo, papi."

You walk back into the kitchen after your very needed shower. Ferran was dancing to baby shark.

You smile at that, "I'm back." You announce. "Want to stay for dinner?"

"Obvio," He laughs. It was obvious you weren't getting him out of there until she was asleep. "Want some help?"

You shake your head, being able to prepare the plates while he dances with her.

"I'm getting her that cupra mini car that I saw on Instagram." He says to you, grabbing his plate and moving to the table. "We are going to match, amore."

"Can that stay at your house?" You ask. "Thanks to you, I don't have that much space anymore." You point at your very busy living room."

"About that," He whispers. "I got to tell you something." He says, scratching the back of his head.

"What did you do?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"Pedri told me it was a good idea." He excuses himself. "And the location is perfect. There's a big patio. Almost next to my sister."

"Ferran!" You sigh, not wanting to fight in front of your kid. "Why?"

"Because I miss you, and this place is so small. Sorry to say it." He lift his hands. "I fucked up, okay? I did! And now I get to see my daughter only after work, I'm dying."

He gets up, walking outside for a moment. You give him a few minutes, smiling at your daughter who's looking at you with curiosity.

"Don't kiss and tell, but Papi is not the smartest of them all." You whisper, making her laugh. "I'll be back, eat your dinner, mi amor."

He's taking his time, not wanting to go back while being this disappointed at himself.

"Ferran," You call him. "Can we talk?"

"What do I need to do to fix this?" He asks, desperate for an answer. "I want you guys back."

"Let's start by not buying anything before informing the other." You joke, making him chuckle. "I know this is an ugly situation for us, but we can't play bingo with our daughter. I need to make sure you changed because I don't feel like leaving again at midnight."

"You won't ever need that."

"Let's try to finish today. After she's in bed, we can talk." You say, grabbing his hand and walking inside. "Deal?" You ask, standing at the door.

"Deal." He smiles, taking a deep breath. "Can I sleep over?" He asks, trying his luck.

"No." You say, pulling him inside.

Fermin

"Do you want the blue shirt or the white one?" Fermin asks his son. "I like this one more, because that way we can match!"

"Bu," His son says, trying to say the word blue. "Bu, papi."

Fermin smiles, pulling the shirt over his head. "Look at you," He says, lifting him and walking over to the mirror. "We match!"

He was spending the evening with his son. You needed to study for this very important test that was taking place during the evening. He took the time to spend the whole day with him.

"I'm sending a picture to your Gammy." He smile. "Say hi, grandma." He smiles, snapping a picture of the two of them.

"Mamá." Your son says after the picture is taken.

Something Fermin knows is that he's not used to being away from you that much. He might go with an hour more than usual, maybe two even, but the whole day without you? No way.

"Mami is studying, buddy." Fermin explains. "That's why you and I are going to go get ice cream!"

Fermin loves to spend time with his son, it was the highlight of his day. Of his life better say. He enjoys it too much.

He feels bad that he doesn't get to spend as much time as he would want, mostly because he didn't share a house with you and because his job has kept him bussy.

"Mami." Your son pouts.

He wants you too, but sadly for him, he fucked up. So now he doesn't have you as he wanted.

"We can call her." He says, taking his phone and dialing your number.

You answer to FaceTime. Smiling when you see your baby's face. "Hola, mi vida."

"Mami, bu!" He claps.

"Blue!" You repeat. "Love that you are matching."

"We are going for ice cream." Fermin says, informing you of the plans. "Sorry to interrupt you, but he's a mama's boy and he can't live without you."

You pout. "I love you, amorcito." You smile. "As soon as I'm done with this, I'll go pick you up and we will cuddle while watching coco."

Fermin feels jealous, he wants to cuddle and watch coco too. He wants to be able to be there and spend time with the two of you.

You can describe Fermin as a perfect dad. Even when people say that there's not such a thing. Well, there is. Fermin López is that thing.

He helps whenever you need him to help, he stepped up when you need him to, he cleans, he cooks, he knows how to change diapers, he knows how to deal with a cold or the flue, he knows how to deal with tantrums.

He's the perfect dad.

But he wasn't the perfect boyfriend. That's where he failed, and you don't blame him, you weren't the perfect girlfriend either.

Your relationship ended before the baby came. You try your best to hide from Fermin that you were pregnant.

You were afraid that his career was going to suffer. You try your best to hide it from your friend in common.

The thing you forgot was that he knew where you lived, so when he came back to Sevilla for vacations, he went straight to your house.

You opened the door without checking who it was, big mistake you thought at the moment.

He asked the obvious question. "Is it mine?"

After that, he tried to do everything he could to be there for you. Even encourage you to move to Barcelona.

He got you a place to live, mostly because you didn't want to go back together, feeling that he wanted to do all this because of the baby.

He helps you money wise with the baby, even when you mention that your parents can help you and that you will be fine.

"Thank you, Papi." You smile at Fermin as soon as he is on frame. "I really can't do this without you." You pout, feeling emotional.

"I love you, mami." He smiles. "Go get that test done, we love you."

You send them a kiss, hanging up the call.

"Okay, amorcito." He says to his baby. "Want to go get ice cream?"

He smiles when the boy in his arms starts to clap his hands. "Yeah, let's go!"

The evening was all fun and laughs. He loves spending time with his little one. He makes sure to cook something for you.

Just in time, the doorbell rang. He takes his son from the safe mini sofa he bought for him. He walks to the door with him, making him laugh by asking him if he is ready yo eat.

"Hola!" You say, smiling at them. "Amor, ven acá." You grab the baby from his arms. "Hola, Fer." You smile, hugging him. "Sorry, I forgot the keys."

Yes, he gave you a copy of his house keys.

"I made dinner." He smiles, kissing your forehead. "Come here." He grabs your hand, walking with you inside.

"Did you have fun?" You ask your son. "Did papi and you have fun today? Did you eat a lot of ice cream?"

"Papi." He smiles, looking over at Fermin.

"Send a kiss to papi!" You say, excited to show Fermin what your baby learned. "Kiss, muak muak."

He does this thing, where he places his hand on his mouth and makes a kiss sound as he puts his hand away.

"Amor!" Fermin smiles happy. "Do that again." He does. You love to see the happy face and the big smile on Fermin's face. "One more time." He says.

"Muak." Your baby says, throwing a kiss at Fermin.

Fer loves having you over, he would love to have you living with him. Maybe in the future, you said once.

He can't wait for that to happen.

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pedriache · 2 months ago

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Sunflood ( Pedri González ! )

synopsis. being around your boyfriend was like having a constant state of sun shining directly on your face, especially when his not-so-puppy ‘puppy’ was involved.

disclaimer/s: fluff fluff and more fluff

notes. missing nilo action rn + close to 1k even after a long hiatus, guyss tysm i love you ALL <3

𝓨ou weren’t quite sure how you got into this situation. Your chest held the heavy weight of your boyfriend while he smothered your face with kisses, peppering them along your hairline, your cheeks, your jaw, and your lips. You were wriggling, trying to get out of his grasp, but he was holding your hips firmly in place.

“Pedro!” You let out a breathless laugh, squirming in a way you knew was probably giving your skirt a grass stain.

Ignoring your pleads, the tanned brunette simply planted a kiss to your lips. “I missed you.” He murmurs, letting his head drop to the crook of your neck.

Smiling endearingly, you lift a hand to his chest, running it over his shoulder. “I was only gone for a week.”

“Week too long.” Pedri muttered right back, pulling his face from your neck to get a better look at you. “Did you get a sunburn on your nose?”

You’d been gone to Madrid to visit your sister in Uni, and the two of you may have forgotten to put sunscreen on before you left the house one unfortunately hot day, so…

“Perhaps?”

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Pedri let go of you and pushed off the ground. “I’ll go get you the Aloe.” And with that, he was gone.

You finally stood up from the ground only to be knocked right back down by a whoosh of black fur. Air escaped your lungs and pain shot through your butt as you landed hard on the grass, though the pain went away the second you came face to face with the culprit who was trying to lick at your face.

“Nilo!” You gasp, instantly moving to scratch his ears. The big black dog was probably the best investment your boyfriend ever made.

After another three minutes of jumping all over you along with continuous assaults to the face, you finally managed to calm the dog down. He had grown since you last saw him, a lot.

Smiling wide, you smooch his forehead. “Did you miss me too, baby boy?” You were promptly met with a tongue to the cheek.

Yes!

Pedri, now watching from the door, couldn’t hide the adoration in his face even after your eyes met. Aloe in hand, he walked toward you two chuckling to himself before easing down onto the ground beside you.

“You’re cute.” He whispers, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek. “And now, you can apply this yourself.”

The matter-of-fact tone of his voice caused your eyes to roll but you snatched the bottle anyways. “Nilo, why does your father hate me?” The tease earned a gasp from Pedri, and an enthusiastic jump from the energetic dog that was weaseling his way closer to you.

“Nilo, why does your mother lie so often?” Pedri’s tone grew lower as he snatched Nilo and pulled the giant onto his lap.

For the remainder of the day, you lounged about, mostly lying in bed with Pedri’s arms wrapped securely around your waist and Nilo at the foot of the bed. The TV was on, but neither of you two were paying much attention.

The night consisted of catching up, gossip, plans for the following week, and laughter. Everything was so much better now that you were home. So much brighter, too. And not a single time during those hours, did your smile falter for longer than a second.

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ᝰ.ᐟ tags @halfwayhearted @ferrarifudds @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl @joaoflms @piastri-fvx @unx100to @st4rgirl-ellie @luvvpedri

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gavisuntiedboot · 1 year ago

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Cherry on Top

Gavi X Physiotherapist! reader (birthday special!)

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: suggestive content!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pablo please don't injure yourself."

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

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

"I need you."

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

"Why don't you just move in?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And besides, you need to finish packing."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But there's no lingerie here?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, mi amor?"

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

"Why is that?"

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

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

"Are you okay?"

"Oh my God."

"You said that already."

"Pablo!"

"Yes, princesa?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pablo! Did you just undo my top?"

"I'm just unwrapping my present."

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

"How private is this beach?"

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

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

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

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

"So you just want to look at them?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"More than I can even express."

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Pablo. Happy birthday."

"I love you more, Doctora."

~~~

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

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

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

xoxo, GUB

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luvgavii · 1 year ago

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the color violet - (pg6)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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n0vazsq · 6 months ago

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Gasoline | Pablo Gavi x Reader

pairing . . . gavi x gf!reader

summary . . . When the world starts shipping him with random girls and influencers, Gavi decides to soft launch you two to shut them up. Little did he know, that only escalated things more, leading him to 'accidentaly' post a picture of you two on his social media.

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 1k+

warnings . . . none!

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . gang nvm the name i was gonna do angst and this is a random ass fic bc i'm not uploading smh </3 anyway it's short and not proofread so ignore any typos or mistakes ALSO ITS VERY CRINGE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO PROVIDE IM SORRY

. . . "Are you sure I can post this, amor?" Pablo said, eyes full of concern as he searched your face for any hint of hesitance. This morning, he had come into your shared room, huffing and sighing as he showed you what seemed like the millionth edit of someone shipping him with an influencer.

You really didn't mind those edits, in fact, you quite enjoyed seeing Gavi get mad and annoyed at them. He had always complained to you about this, and even warned you about when you two first started dating. It was hilarious to see him pace around the room in frustration.

"I am sure, carino. Post as many pictures as you want, as long as you're happy, I guess." You shot him a playful grin, as he laughed and started showing you the collection of pictures he chose to post.

One was of your hands clasped together in front of a beautiful lake, another was of him hugging you with his face buried in your hair, another was one of you two making snow angels in the snow.

Pablo, of course, had made sure your face wasn't visible in any of these pictures, not even remotely. You saw him checking the selection of pictures over and over again, as if your face would magically appear in one of them. And when you tried to take the phone from his hands to post the pictures, he gave you a vexed face and continued inspecting.

Finally, after what seemed like millenniums, the soft launch was posted. Not even a minute later, there were over a thousand notifications, with almost eighy percent of them asking who the 'mystery woman' was. You glanced at your phone, seeing a few people mentioning you in the post.

Pablo groaned, running a hand through his already messy hair as he scrolled through the comments.

"WHO IS SHE???"

"I NEED ANSWERS. ASAP"

"this has to be an influencer bc there's no way he's soft launching some normal girl."

"omggg is it (random influencer's name)??"

You bit your lip, stifling a laugh as Pablo's jaw clenched. His grip on the phone tightened, and he let out a frustrated sigh before tossing it onto the bed.

"This is worse than before," he muttered, rubbing his temples.

"I mean…" you teased, nudging his side. "You did post the pictures. Did you really think they'd just say ‘okay’ and move on?"

Pablo groaned again, flopping onto the bed dramatically. "Amor, they're literally coming up with theories already. Look at this one." He held up his phone, showing you a tweet where someone had zoomed in on your hand and was trying to match your ring to different influencers.

You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "No way, are they seriously investigating my jewelry now?"

Pablo sat up, huffing. "This was supposed to shut them up, not make them even more annoying." His brows furrowed as he swiped through more comments. "You know what?" His voice had that familiar stubborn edge, the same one he had whenever he decided to prove a point.

"What?" you asked, watching as he opened his camera roll.

"If they want a picture so bad," he muttered, tapping furiously at his phone, "I'll give them one."

Before you could even process what was happening, he had posted a picture, one that he definitely hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t just another soft launch shot; it was a full on, undeniable, exposed confirmation.

A mirror selfie. You, standing in front of him, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, and his lips pressed against the top of your head. Your face wasn’t even hidden, just slightly turned, but clear enough for people to recognize you.

Your jaw dropped. "Pablo!"

His rubbed the back of his neck slowly as he realized what he had done. "Mierda." His phone buzzed like crazy, notifications rolling in at an unstoppable speed.

"GAVI JUST HARD LAUNCHED AND I CAN'T BREATHE"

"NO WAY DID HE POST THIS BY ACCIDENT????"

"THE MYSTERY GIRL HAS A FACE. WE HAVE A FACE"

"she's so pretty omg?? i'm obsessed"

Your eyes narrowed as you studied Pablo’s face. His lips were pressed together like he was trying way too hard to look innocent, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away. "Did you really just-" You smacked his arm lightly, still in shock. "Pablo." You crossed your arms. "Did you just accidentally hard launch us?"

He blinked. "Si?"

You smacked his arm again. "You so did that on purpose!"

A guilty grin finally broke through his fake confusion, and he shrugged. "Maybe."

You gasped. "Pablo!"

"What?" he said, feigning innocence. "They were annoying me, amor. I had to make it clear. I'm your boyfriend, and I wanted everyone to know it." He leaned in, tilting his head slightly. "You're mad?"

You huffed, trying to hold onto your fake outrage, but the way he was looking at you; so smug yet so utterly whipped, made it impossible. "You could've at least warned me before declaring to the entire world that I'm your girlfriend."

Pablo just grinned, completely unbothered. "Where's the fun in that?" He held up his phone again, scrolling through the chaos he had created. "Mira esto," he said, showing you a tweet.

"GAVI REALLY SAID "HERE SHE IS, NOW SHUT UP" HELPPP"

"so…when's the wedding?"

"BRO IS WHIPPED LMFAOOO"

You bit your lip, warmth creeping up your neck and cheeks as you read the endless comments. The fans were going crazy, but instead of speculating or hating, they were supporting.

Pablo wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Carino, I'd do it again, you know." His voice was softer now, more serious. "I don't care what people say. I just wanted everyone to know that I'm yours, and you're mine."

Your heart melted right then and there.

With a dramatic sigh, you shook your head. "You're still an idiot."

He grinned widly. "Tu idiot." And before you could argue, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips; undeniable proof that, yeah, maybe he did know exactly what he was doing.

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cherryxbooo · 7 months ago

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Love is never easy

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

Reader x Pablo Gavi

Genre: fluff/angst

They say love should be simple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pablo Gavi.

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

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

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

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

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

He let out a short chuckle, shaking his head.

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

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

But he did.

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

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

"Still fighting with the wind?" he teased.

That time, I laughed.

The time after that, we talked.

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

It felt easy. Too easy.

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

But love, love is never easy.

They say the best love stories begin with friendship.

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

That was us.

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

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

It started with late-night phone calls.

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

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

"Tell me something."

"Like what?"

"Anything."

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

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

Sometimes, it was the other way around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then there were the little things.

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

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

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

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

We never talked about whatever this was.

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

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

It was easier this way.

Easier to pretend we were just friends.

Even when everything we did felt like something more.

Even when I already knew, I was falling.

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

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

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

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

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

But love, love is never just about falling.

It’s about what happens after.

And somewhere along the way, something changed.

It didn’t happen overnight.

There was no sudden, dramatic shift.

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

It started with the little things.

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

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

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

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

The late-night calls faded too.

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

Sometimes they did. Sometimes they didn’t.

When they did, it was always the same answer.

"Tired. Talk tomorrow?"

But tomorrow came, and we didn’t talk.

At first, I told myself it was fine.

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

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

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

But deep down, I knew.

I knew when he started canceling plans.

It wasn’t dramatic.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A beat of silence.

And then, he looked away.

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

Maybe I was imagining things.

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

He let go.

And that was when I knew.

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

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

And then, one night, everything came crashing down.

It wasn’t one thing, it was everything.

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

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

I wasn’t losing him.

I had already lost him.

Meanwhile,

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

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

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

"Focus, Gavi!" the coach called out.

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

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

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

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

And the reason?

Y/n.

He had been trying not to think about her.

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

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

It wasn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

For a second, Gavi considered brushing him off again.

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

"It’s about Y/n."

Fermin’s eyebrows raised slightly in recognition.

"The girl you’ve gotten close with?"

Gavi nodded, running a hand over his face.

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

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

Fermin frowned. "Okay, you lost me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fermin tilted his head, considering his words.

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

Gavi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

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

Fermin blinked at him. "Go away?"

"Yeah—"

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

"Like, actually, physically dumb?"

Gavi scowled. "Qué?"

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

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

Gavi clenched his jaw, looking away.

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

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

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

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

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

Fermin smirked, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

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

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

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

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

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

Fermin just laughed, dodging it easily.

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

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

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

He had to stop running.

And he had to tell you.

Pablo had called.

Twice.

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

But I didn’t answer.

I told myself it was because I was still mad.

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

But deep down, I knew the truth.

I was scared.

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

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

"You’re overthinking this."

I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts.

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

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

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

"I call it self-respect."

"Mhm, sure," she said, unimpressed.

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

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

"I’m not on his side," she argued.

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

That made me laugh.

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

"Obviously," she said dramatically.

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

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

"I hate you," I muttered.

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

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

I rolled my eyes but nodded.

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

The apartment was quiet now. Too quiet.

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

Should I call him?

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

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

But was I ready to hear it?

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

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

Maybe tomorrow—

Knock, knock.

I frowned.

Was my best friend back? Did she forget something?

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

My breath caught in my throat.

It wasn’t her.

It was him.

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

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

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

I should’ve slammed the door in his face.

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

But I didn’t.

I stepped aside, letting him in.

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

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

I crossed my arms. "No shit."

He sighed. "I deserve that."

"Yeah, you do."

Silence.

He ran a hand through his hair.

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

My heart clenched, but I kept my expression neutral.

"Then why did you push me away?"

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

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

I blinked. "What?"

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

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

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

It didn’t.

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

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

"Yes?"

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

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

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

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

His eyes softened, guilt flashing across his face.

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

My heart skipped a beat.

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

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

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

Silence again.

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

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

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

I didn’t even realize I was smiling too.

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

"So what now?" I asked.

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

I cut him off by grabbing his hand.

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

His breath hitched. "So…?"

"So, you better not run away again."

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

"I won’t," he promised. "Not again."

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

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

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

Damn. It really was worth the wait.

Eventually, we both pull away to catch our breaths.

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

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

"No!"

"Then I guess so."

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

"And give you the satisfaction? Never."

He groaned, flopping onto the couch dramatically.

"Great. I’m dating a menace."

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

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

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

"Perfect match."

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

The end

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barcapix · 10 months ago

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FOOTBALL MASTERLIST!

all of the ones that are like this, are being renovated.

PABLO GAVI:

࣪Right Next to You (fluff)

࣪Car Sleepy (fluff)

࣪Spooky Season is Upon Us (fluff)

Not in This Life (angst)

Affair of the Heart (fluff->angst)

Tóxica (angst)

Sun & Sea (fluff)

Glow (fluff, dad!gavi)

࣪Drunk but Sober Feelings (fluff)

Night Before (fluff/comfort)

࣪Fútbol Play (fluff, dad!gavi)

Miss González (fluff)

Out of Reach (fluff)

Pablo!Bf (headcanon)

Family of 4 (smau, dad!gavi)

Always on My Mind -> (PT2) (angst)

Pink Paradise (fluff)

Mujer Bonita (fluff)

True Love ≠ Best Medicine (comfort)

Home Is Where The Heart Is (fluff, dad!gavi)

PEDRI GONZÁLEZ:

Thinking of You (fluff)

Comfort in the Darkness (comfort)

Baby Steps (fluff, dad!pedri)

Cohabiting Hearts (smau)

Pedri!Bf (headcanon)

Birthday Especial (smau)

Belleza (comfort)

(Heart)Ache (fluff)

The Real Winner (fluff/comfort)

Barcelovena (fluff)

Strangely Cute (fluff, dad!pedri)

Protective4You (comfort)

Beachside Lullaby (fluff, dad!pedri)

Shoulder to Cry On (comfort)

Sweet Lovin’ (comfort/fluff)

Master Of None (fluff/comfort/angst)

Abracadabra (fluff)

JOÃO FELIX:

࣪Nerd (fluff)

Heels & Drive (fluff)

Joao!Bf (headcanon)

Português or English? (fluff)

࣪Clingy Like You (fluff, dad!joao)

Miles 2 get 2 You (comfort)

Reverie (comfort)

Milano & L'amore (fluff)

Dorethea (angst)

FERMIN LOPEZ:

Cold Outside (fluff)

࣪Pet (fluff)

Fermin!Bf (headcanon)

ALEJANDRO BALDE:

Flirtatious (angst)

Flirtatious Pt.2 (angst->fluff)

Don’t Shy Away (comfort)

Love Is To Be Seen (comfort)

Alejandro!Girl!Dad (headcanon)

PABLO TORRE:

࣪Together Again (fluff)

Father of the Match (fluff, dad!pablo)

MARC BERNAL:

Bernal!Bf (headcanon)

Busy Bee (fluff)

Serenity (fluff)

Crimson Kisses (fluff)

Alza la Vista (fluff)

Sleep Is Overrated (fluff)

Teenage Romance (fluff)

Handcuffed.. Gone Wrong? (->español ver) (fluff)

Querencía (fluff)

PAU CUBARSÍ:

Pau!Bf (headcanon)

࣪Questionable (fluff)

Post Match Affection (fluff)

Secret Feelings (fluff)

Mischief (fluff)

One Kiss or Two? (fluff)

Hairband Habit (fluff)

It Takes Two (Maybe Three) (fluff)

HECTOR FORT:

Hector!Bf (headcanon)

Tú y Mamá (fluff)

Digital Picturesque (fluff)

Riddle Me This (smau)

Campus Shenanigans (fluff) SOON!

LAMINE YAMAL:

Current Boyfriend (fluff)

FERRAN TORRES:

Ferran!Bf (headcanon)

He Loves Me, Yeah! (fluff)

BARÇA BOYS:

Tattooed Ink (fluff) SOON!

Sports Car (fluff) SOON!

KENAN YILDIZ:

Watch Your Step (fluff/comfort)

Is it Casual? (comfort-ish) SOON!

GUILLE FERNANDEZ:

Forever Young (fluff)

XAVI SIMONS:

Xavi!Bf (headcanon)

JAN VIRGILI:

Champagne Coast (fluff)

DÉSIRÉ DOUE:

Dancing Queen (fluff)

Désiré!Bf (headcanon)

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paucubarsisimp · 5 months ago

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Maybe a Story where Gavi and the Reader have a figth because a Girl was to close to him and flirted with him. She is insecure and afraid that he will leave her for that Girl

insecure

pairing: pablo gavi x reader

summary: in which you start feeling insecure when you see pablo with another girl

warnings: none

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb,@joaosnovia, @nngkay, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: definitely not my best work! this was very rushed, i’m so sry about that

it had been a long day. the afternoon sunlight poured through the window, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. you sat on the couch, phone in hand, trying to distract yourself from the unsettling feeling that had been creeping over you all day. pablo had left early for practice, and you’d kissed him goodbye, but something in the way he looked at you before he left had made you uneasy. it wasn’t anything obvious—just a small shift in his usual demeanor—but it lingered in the back of your mind.

you tried to push it away as you went about your day, but the feeling stuck.

as you scrolled aimlessly through instagram, you saw a post from maria, your friend who was out with a few others the night before. you didn’t think much of it, until you opened the picture. your stomach dropped.

there was pablo. and a girl. her arm around his waist, her face close to his. her smile wide, eyes sparkling. your heart tightened, and you quickly scanned the photo again, hoping you were reading it wrong. but no—there was no mistaking it. the girl was all over him, laughing, clearly enjoying the attention.

the world around you seemed to blur. you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. why hadn’t he told you about this girl?

the insecurity hit you like a wave. you thought about how beautiful she was—tall, confident, with a smile that could probably melt anyone’s heart. you weren’t jealous of her, no. it was more the crushing fear of losing him. what if he liked her more than you?

before you could overthink it any longer, pablo texted you that he was on his way home.

when he walked through the door, you barely looked up. he smiled at you, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to return it. instead, you stood up, phone still clutched in your hand, your heart racing.

“hey, baby. what’s up?” he asked, noticing the tense air.

you didn’t respond immediately, just held out the phone, the picture still on screen. your voice was quiet but sharp when you spoke. “who is this girl, pablo?”

his face fell slightly. he stepped closer, his brow furrowed in confusion. “what do you mean? that’s just some fan I met last night. nothing serious, baby.”

your jaw clenched, and you could feel the anger and hurt building. “nothing serious? then why does it look like you two were having the time of your life together? she’s literally all over you, pablo!”

he stepped closer, his tone softening as he reached out to touch your arm. “it’s not like that. you know I love you. she’s just… a fan, okay? nothing happened. I promise.”

but that promise wasn’t enough to settle the gnawing feeling inside of you. you pulled your arm back, looking down at the phone again, the picture taunting you. “i don’t understand, pablo. you were smiling like that with her, laughing, looking like you were having so much fun. and i’m sitting here thinking maybe… maybe i’m not enough for you anymore.”

his face fell. “baby, no. don’t think that.” he reached for your hand, but you pulled it away, frustrated. “please, don’t say that.”

but the words spilled out before you could stop them. “what if i’m not enough? what if she’s everything i’m not? i don’t know, pablo. i’m scared you’ll just—i don’t know—leave me for someone like her. she’s beautiful, confident, everything i’m not.”

he stood there, speechless for a moment, and then slowly, he took a step closer. his hands reached for you gently, as if he was trying to gauge whether you’d pull away again. when you didn’t, he cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his eyes. “y/n,” he said softly, his voice full of emotion. “i swear to you, nothing will change. i love you. only you. i don’t want anyone else. that girl? she’s just a fan, and she’s not even on my mind. you are. i’m not going anywhere.”

you felt the tension in your body start to ease, but the doubt was still there. “but how can i trust that, pablo? how do i know for sure that someone else won’t come along, and you’ll forget about me?”

he sighed, his thumb brushing your cheek. “because, baby, i’m not looking for anyone else. i’m here with you. always. i’m not going to let you doubt that. you are the one i come home to. the one i want.”

you swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “i’m sorry… i shouldn’t have… i just got scared.”

“hey,” he whispered, his voice tender. “you don’t need to apologize. i get it. i should’ve been more careful. but i need you to know that i’m not going anywhere. not for her, not for anyone. just you.”

the words sank in, slowly, and the knot in your chest began to unravel. you closed your eyes, letting the calmness of his voice soothe your nerves. “i just… i don’t want to lose you.”

“you won’t. i promise,” he said softly, pulling you into his arms.

you melted against him, feeling the familiar warmth of his embrace. the doubt still lingered somewhere in the back of your mind, but it was easier to push it away now, knowing he was there. that he was really there.

and in that moment, you knew, as he held you close, that there was no one else. just him. just you.

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leilakisakabiri · 2 years 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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sportswriters · 8 months ago

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christmas surprise - p. gavi

pairing: pablo gavi x female!reader | fluff | established relationship | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none | a/n: hey, merry belated christmas! this scenario wasn't planned, but gavi did the miracle of posting a story and i got triggered to write it. hope you like it! - ella

you told gavi that you wouldn't be able to spend christmas with him or his family. things were tight at work and you hadn't been able to get a last-minute flight — that's all you told him, who believed you, letting his withered expression show on the video call, but he understood your reasons.

he promised you that he would call you on christmas night, because you would be alone in your cold apartment, even if he wanted to take the first flight from spain to germany, but you wouldn't let him. you liked the connection he had with his family and preferred him to spend the holiday with them.

however, you secretly planned a surprise.

you managed to get a last-minute flight and despite the rush to make it on time, everything worked out. he still didn't know that you were about to knock on his door, distracting him with replies to his texts, as if you were still in your cold apartment in germany— but you were standing in front of his house.

nervous, you pay the taxi driver and look at yourself, checking your simple, pretty dress, all red, thin straps. your makeup was simple and you were holding a wheelie suitcase, ready to spend the rest of the year there too, since you've managed to plan properly for it.

you check the clock on your phone screen, noting that it's a few hours before christmas. but they're already all gathered inside, like the family they were, and you take a deep breath and start walking, dragging your suitcase along. you hadn't seen him for almost five months, always exchanging messages or making video calls, because you needed to stay in germany for another year to finish your master's degree in psychology.

even though it was difficult, you managed to make the relationship work. every now and then, gavi also managed to get over to germany to see you and spend a quality weekend, but those five months were the longest without seeing each other. you weren’t even able to go watch him play the match in which he made a comeback from his injury.

but you watched it all on tv. then you called him and spent hours together on the phone, despite the time zone, until you went to sleep. you thought you wouldn't be able to keep it up for that long, but you liked the way things were working out, both of you working equally hard to make it happen. you just had to wait another year. another year and you'd be back in spain, putting an end to all the distance.

you raise your hand and finally knock on the door. it doesn't take long for them to answer and the person who opens the door is aurora, your dear sister-in-law, gavi's sister, who gives you a huge, instant smile when she sees you standing outside. surprise shows on her face, but it soon gives way to genuine happiness, because aurora has always shown how much she loves you.

“oh my god, but i thought...?” she tries to say, hugging you.

you laugh softly and ask her to keep it down.

“i know, i know,” you say quickly, trying to explain yourself. “but i wanted to surprise him, okay?”

aurora crushes you in her embrace, but releases you soon after, agreeing with a silent nod. she makes room and points with her head in the direction gavi is, so that you can go and make your surprise without anyone ruining it.

you leave your suitcase by the door and walk silently to the other side of the room. from the side, you can see him sitting in a cozy armchair, with mateo, his younger cousin, sitting on his lap. gavi is looking at the boy, while another cousin of his snaps a picture and you ask him not to say anything.

you walk silently closer, slowly, not wanting to give away your presence too quickly and when you get close enough, you sit on the arm of the armchair as soon as he moves his hand away and smiles quickly for the camera, but he notices the sudden movement and raises his eyes towards you.

at first, his expression is closed, but when he sees that it's you standing next to him, his expression softens, there's surprise in his eyes and his lips lift in an instant smile, just like aurora's.

“y/n?” he calls out, confused, as if he's afraid he's hallucinating your presence.

you smile. he slides mateo slowly out of his lap and stands up, not caring about anything else except pressing his lips to yours in a kiss you haven't experienced for five months. and five months is considered a long time.

you pull away, only to hold his face, your fingers touching the smooth skin. the smile he gives you is so bright that you can almost feel your heart bursting with love. he touches your cheek and kisses the corner of your mouth, hugging you properly. the people around just let you have this moment.

“i've missed you so much,” you whisper just for him to hear and feel him squeeze you around the waist. your eyes tear up with emotion.

“no more than me,” he says.

as he steps back, he smiles even more at you, that sparkle in his irises outshining any glittering christmas decorations around you. the atmosphere is pleasant, cozy and you notice how he's dressed, so casual, so beautiful.

“i should have worn that horrible christmas sweater of yours,” you say, jokingly, making him laugh.

he stares you down.

“i like this dress better,” he says. “i think it'll make my job easier later…”

“gavi!”

you understand the implicit suggestion and laugh, shaking your head, while he shows the innocent expression of someone who hasn't said anything too much. his hand finds yours, entwining your fingers as if he never wants to let go.

“you really came...” he murmurs, still trying to process your presence.

you nod, a smile playing on your lips.

“of course i came. couldn't let you spend christmas without me, could i?”

before you can say anything else, you're pulled out of the reunion bubble when aurora lets out an excited exclamation, attracting your attention. all the rest of the family were gathered around, waiting for their turn to hug you.

“a better surprise than this, impossible!” someone says in the middle of the small crowd, and you smile, feeling the warmth of the welcoming.

aurora approaches you again, hugging you. his mother is right behind, with a huge smile on her face.

“darling, i'm so glad you could make it!” mrs. gavira says, warmly.

you return her hug, but gavi doesn't let go of you for an instant. he remains by your side the whole time, observing your interaction with the rest of his family in silence, but with an expression of radiant happiness.

when everyone has finished talking to you, gavi finally takes you by the waist, leaving everyone alone again before christmas dinner is served.

“come here,” he calls, pulling you to sit on his lap, as soon as he sits back in the armchair. with his other free hand, he gently strokes your exposed thigh. “how long can you stay?”

you rest your hand on the back of his neck, brushing the skin with your thumb.

“until the first week of january,” you reply. “i thought we could make up for five months away from each other.”

his expression becomes radiant again.

“i'm having so many ideas…”

you start to laugh and hide your face in his neck, placing a tender kiss there. it still seems unbelievable that you actually managed to get there and that you were finally together, the longing crushing your chest like never before. you want to stay there forever.

“merry christmas, gavi.”

you realize that being there, surrounded by him and his family, is exactly where you always wanted to be.

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judebelle · 2 years ago

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Can I request Gavi? Xavi is y/n uncle and her and Gavi are a new couple; and they’re still at the shyness stage of dating. So y/n go into the locker room to talk to her uncle and the team is poking at Gavi to go hug or kiss his girlfriend.

perfect - p.g. x reader

a/n : this is so middle school crush coded i love it

cw : nothing this is just fluff lol

wc : 1.1k

pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader

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you were sat in the vip section of a barcelona match. since your uncle was the manager, you got to sit up here and knew most of the players personally. some of them probably felt forced to interact with you since your uncle was their boss, but you didn't mind the thought of it.

one particular boy took a special liking to you around a month ago.

you and pablo had started talking more and he ended up asking you to be his girlfriend after a practice you had visited.

you two didn't get to see each other as nearly as you had wanted, partly because of pablo's busy schedule, and partly because you were both still very... awkward around each other.

although not seeing each other often, you two went on a few dates which were.. let's just say interesting.

during your first dinner date, pablo accidentally spilled a bit of water on your lap while trying to show you the missing button on his sleeve. you both ended up laughing it off, but you could tell he was embarrassed.

or when you two would walk together, your hands would occasionally brush against each other, urging some blushes and hesitant smiles.

pablo would fumble with his words whenever he tried to give you a compliment.

"your dress looks um.. you look really.. good, er- beautiful, or pretty, whatever you prefer."

you saw it as a cute innocence. you didn't mind having to wipe water off your skirt if you got to see that pink fluster creep up his cheeks every now and then.

you were shaken out of your thoughts as you heard cheers erupt from around you. joao felix had just scored the opener against antwerp on his debut. you stood up and cheered. you didn't know him too well yet, but him and pablo seemed to be hitting it off on the field.

some time passed, and the score was 3-0, one an own goal, and two from joao. you paid close attention to the game now, waiting for pablo to score. you had a feeling he would, and you didnt want to miss it.

once he actually scored, you couldn't contain your excitement, clapping and cheering for him with genuine enthusiasm. caught up in the moment, pablo shyly pointed towards you in the stands, and his face lit up with a proud smile at the sight of your applause. he sends a heart your way, making yours skip a beat.

pablo's teammates playfully teased him about his new romance, finding it cute to see two young people so smitten with each other.

the whistle blew, signalling the end of the game. you stood from your seat, grabbed your phone and lipgloss, applying as you walked down the stairs. you made your way to the tunnel to talk to your uncle and congratulate the team, specifically a special brown haired boy.

you didn’t see him around, so you waited for a bit, but grew impatient. you walked towards the locker room and pushed a knock against the door. “it’s me!” you called out, like usual.

the boys called out jumbled words, but you could make out your uncle’s “come in”. you pushed open the door to see him talking to the boys in the locker room, all still dressed in their kits. they drank water and listened to him intently.

he was going on about some new playing methods and strategies but also included how he was proud of their win. he sent the joao’s a smile and the locker room erupted in cheers. water was splashed around and they got some pats on the back. you congratulated them with a smile and turned to your uncle.

“congratulations, the team did well, courtesy of you, of course.” you flashed xavi a toothy grin and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

he smiled back and ruffled the hair you just fixed, earning a whine from you. “thank you, princesa. means a lot coming from someone like you.” he winked sarcastically before pressing a kiss to your forehead. you smiled softly at the gesture.

“so, i was wondering if-“ your words were cut off by hushed whispers and giggles coming from over xavi’s shoulder. you peered over to see jules poking pablo’s rib. pablo smacked his hand away in embarrassment before pedro made a kissing sound at him.

“stop, stop it!” pablo whisper shouted, a tinge of red creeping up his neck. fermin snuck up behind pablo and whispered to him in his ear before ushering him forward. “go say hi, she’s waitinggg!”

“seriously, can you guys not?!”

“oh come on, go give her a hug, lover boy” alejandro had joined in on the games too, messing pablo’s hair up before nudging pedro. “bro, look at how red his face is!” they both laughed at pablo who looked like steam was about to erupt from his ears.

his lips were caught in a pout, his fists balled up, and he was doing everything in his power not to look your way.

eventually, almost the whole squad had joined in on the teasing, pushing pablo towards you. xavi had moved to the side at this point, a admiring smirk playing on his lips as he watched an embarrassed pablo being shoved towards you.

you stood there awkwardly until you finally met face to face. he gulped nervously.

“hi..” he looked as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“hi?” your eyebrows furrowed at his widened eyes. after a few seconds of silence, you spoke again.

“congratulations, you played well.”

you sent him a soft smile so contagious he caught one too. “really?” it almost sounded as if he didn’t believe your words.

“your, um- your goal was my favourite..” you bit your lip and looked up at pablo through your eyelashes.

he was about to respond until a chant echoed through the room.

“hug! hug! hug! hug! hug!”

you felt the familiar heat rise up from your ears and saw an almost identical reflection on pablo’s face.

an apologetic smile snuck its way onto his face before he whispered out,

“may i?”

you couldn’t help but giggle before you opened your arms, ready for his embrace. your bodies connected and you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. you fit together so perfectly. his hands were unsure at first, but slowly secured around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck.

the room erupted in cheers and applause, some shouting out “aww” and “oooh”. you couldn’t help but laugh into pablo’s shoulder.

oh how perfect this felt.

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spidybaby · 2 months ago

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Oh, baby!

Summary: Gavi changed and didn't notice how much it was affecting you and your relationship.

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pablo.

A/N: Hello to everybody! This is something that I thought for quite a long time. It's a long one, so grab a snack. Love you all 💛

It was no secret for people that Gavi was someone who was very private. He barely posts anything on Instagram or stories.

Even when the injury came, he was very low profile, not posting more than necessary. Even the "necessary" posts were a story or two per month.

When you two met, it was like you two had this connection that was undeniable. You are Pablo's physio niece. You met when you were at his place, and Gavi came for a talk.

Nobody expected Gavi to find someone to be with during this time. Not even your friends and family expected you to be with him.

At first, you tried to keep your distance, but when inevitably he kept with the excuses on why he needed to be at your uncle's house just to see you.

You did give him a chance to get to know him. You even noticed that your uncle was also trying to play Cupid. Then you discovered that it was Gavi the one who asked him to do that.

Your relationship was new. You two are about to hit the six months mark in just a few days, it was fairly new.

Thanks to you meeting gavi during his injury and being his physio's niece was that you met his parents and sister a little bit too early than normal.

You know them and like them, and you can say say that they know you and like you too. You can even say that Aurora and you became friends thanks to that.

Something Gavi and you talked about before even being together was to always make time for each other.

You try to see each other as much as Gavi's career allows you to. Always trying to have some time to talk and catch up on each other's.

You are thankful that Pablo has his own place, his parents visit him, but they are not that much around.

Now that he is no longer injured, he gets the house to himself more than ever. Making it easy for the two of you to have a place where you can have time to yourselves.

"Gavi, how does it feel to be the winner of La Super Copa?" You ask him, taking his shirt off.

He grabs your cheeks, shutting you up by kissing your lips. "De puta madre." He smirks.

"Oh, Gavi, what a dirty mouth you have." You act all surprised. You start to undo the knot in his sweats.

He can't help but laugh. "I'm not the one who's undressing me." He says, hands caressing your nakedness.

"Well, I can't be the only naked one." You smile, pulling his pants and boxers down. You grab his hand, pulling him towards the bed for him to kneel on the mattress. "But I can be the one giving you your reward."

He pushes you lightly, making you fall on the pillows. He waits for you to accommodate yourself on the bed.

Grabbing your akles and separating your legs. "Remind me that we need to go to the pharmacy." He says, kissing your neck.

You don't even pay attention to his words, you just moan and nod, not even caring what he was saying.

"Te amo." You say, grabbing his cheeks and kissing his lips.

"Yo más."

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"I don't get it," you say, turning your head to him. "So Ansu said that to Flick?" You ask, surprised about the story he's telling you.

"Muy loco." He laughs. "But yeah, he did say that in front of the whole dressing room."

"And what Hansi said?"

"He just nodded and left angry, but as you can tell, Ansu is not playing." He pouts. "Ale and I try to tell him off, but he said that he needed to speak with Hansi. The last time he did it was when we won La Super Copa but he says that nothing has changed."

"I think he's just frustrated, I get where he's coming from." You pout, nodding at him. "Want more ice cream?" You ask, scooping some more with your spoon.

"I just hope he knows I'm here for him." He sighs, taking the ice cream you are offering. "That's amazing."

You smile, giving him more of your ice cream. "I'm going to miss you so much, I'm sorry I can't go to the match."

"Madrid will be the worst without you." He pouts, giving you a hug. "But you need to study, that's important."

"I'll be free when you come back as a champion." You say, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him towards you. "You are my champion."

You love moments like this, both of you eating ice cream and having a moment to talk about your days, what happened with your friends, things like that.

"I heard my uncle mention to the other physios that you have been feeling some discomfort while doing gym exercises."

He nods, eating his ice cream. "Sometimes that happens, but don't worry." He half smiles.

"Don't push yourself," you say, giving him a kiss on the head. "Take it slow, Hansi knows you and trusts you."

"It's just so frustrating. People talk about how now I'm just on the bench, but they have no fucking idea how hard is it to come back from a injury where my knee was destroyed."

You nod, grabbing his hands. "I know, pabs." You smile at him. "Don't worry about what people say, Hansi trusts you so much, the team too. So you don't have to feel like this over someone who doesn't know anything about football."

He smiles, hugging you. "I really don't want to go." He whispers. "I'll miss you a lot."

"Me too, but you are going to have fun. Please don't tackle someone during the game." You joke with him, making him laugh.

"You are in love with that boy." Your friend says, watching you smile at the phone.

"Me? Pffft, I'm just smiling at a meme." You say blushing so hard. "By the way, I brought us some strawberries." You smile, taking the fruit out of your picking basket. "I've been craving them so bad that the other day I tried one with mustard. It was so good."

"Mustard?" She asks, already disgusted by the mix. "That's so iugh, and since when do you like mustard?"

"I don't know, but I was craving something, and my I didn't have it, so I had to be creative."

"You are so weird, iugh." She laughs. "I brought some nutella crepes, your favorites."

She opened the container, and when the smell hit you, you let out the biggest gag you ever had. You turn your face to the side, trying to calm down the urge to throw up.

"Are you okay?"

"Joder, perdona." You say, drinking some water. "The smell got me, I don't know why. I been really sensible to some smells, maybe I have a stomach bug."

She narrowed her eyes at you, looking you up and down. "We need to leave, come with me." She says, getting up and picking her things up. You grab your stuff and follow her.

You read the texts he left you a few hours ago. You block your phone again, going back to staring at the ceiling.

You spend a good ten minutes starting at the ceiling. You grab your phone, texting him to come to your place.

He answers quickly, telling you that he'll be there in a few minutes. You get out of bed to go see if your uncle was home or if he was at work.

You check the house, thankful that you are alone. That way it was easier for you to talk with him without having to check if someone was hearing you.

You sit down on the couch, waiting for him to show up. You just stare at nothing, mind in blank for the first time since your friend left.

You hear your phone, it was a text from him telling you that he was outside. You take a deep breath before walking to the door.

"Buenas!" He says, giving you a hug. "I got you your favorite cookies."

"Thanks." You smile, kissing his cheek. You hug him hard, giving him a kiss on his shoulder. "How are you?"

"Good," you whisper, grabbing his hands and pulling him towards the stairs. You wanted to talk to him in your room.

"How was the beach?" He asks you. "I tried calling you, but it was off."

"I know, it was acting weird." You lie, sitting on your bed. "I need to-" You try to say, being interrupted by him.

"You have no idea how fun that trip was. My mom was so sad you weren't there because Aurora and her went out to a museum."

"Yeah, maybe next time." You whisper. "I really need to-"

"And Fermin's girlfriend asked me about you. I told her < oh, she's studying > and also Pedri asked about yo-"

"Pablo!" You call him. "Please, hear me out."

That's the first time he noticed your red Puffy eyes and how nervous you look. He frowns, worried about your state.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Were you crying?" He asks.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before speaking. You stay quiet for a while, taking some deep breaths.

"Joder, you are scaring me."

"That day my friend and I went to the beach, I was telling her how I've been sensible to some smells, how I was trying this weird food combinations. She asked me to come with her, and we drove to a pharmac-"

"Are you sick?" He asks, worried about you. "Does anything hurt? Do you need me to get you some medicine? Take to the hospital? The ER."

"I'm not sick, I jus-"

"Was is a stomach bug or something?"

"No, liste-"

"Joder, maybe that food we ate the night before I went to Madrid."

"Pablo!" You groan, he was making you even more nervous. "Liste-"

"We can go to the doctor, want me to call and schedul-"

"I'm pregnant."

It's the way the color of his face dissappear, the way his body paused. How his mouth got shut and his lips are now in a tin line.

He's just looking at you, not saying anything. You can't help but cry, the overwhelming feeling it's consuming you.

"Pablo." You call him tying to get his attention, but his expression didn't change. He was paralyzed.

You try to grab his hand, and that's when he comes back to reality. He moves away from the bed. He doesn't say anything.

He's just standing up in the middle of the room. You don't say anything else, the silence in the room is unbearable.

He turns, grabbing his sweater and walking out of your room. You again don't say anything, hearing the front door being shut.

You throw yourself at the bed, your head hurts from everything that just happened. You grab the covers and cover yourself entirely.

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You look at Gavi's post on Instagram, he was active and acting like normal while going no contact with you.

It's been two weeks since the last time you spoke. That was the same night you told him you were pregnant.

You haven't told anybody else, not even your parents and uncle. Only three people knew about it, Gavi, your friend and you.

Your uncle asked if you were okay, noticing how you were all day in your room and became more picky with food.

The reality was that you don't know how to tell him what's going on. Mostly because he's so attached to Gavi, he sees him as his own child.

He became Gavi's safe space during the injury, someone he talked to, someone he cried to, and someone who was there for him.

You don't want to be the responsible one by breaking that bond they created. You don't want to be resented by any of them for making them separate ways.

"Are you sure you are okay?" He asks one more time. "Is it your period? I notice you are kind of pale, or maybe vitamins, I have some there."

Vitamins.

"I think I do need vitamins." You think for a moment, placing your hand on your stomach. "I'll go to the doctor, don't worry."

You take your phone, searching for a good OBGYN in the area. You need to have an ultrasound and maybe even get on prenatal vitamins.

"Eat, please." Your uncle scolds you. "You are becoming very picky with food. The other day I noticed you barely touched your chicken alfredo. That's one of our favorites."

You take one look at the food, feeling nauseous already. You don't want to look suspicious so you take the fork and place the food on your mouth.

"Delicious, right?" He asks.

It took everything in you to not gag in front of him. You take the glass of water, drinking the piece of food.

"Amazing." You smile, feeling your mouth water. "Can I finish this in my room? I have to finish this homework."

"Go on, by the way, I'm going with Balde. He asked me earlier, and I just read his message, so I'll go right now."

You nod, thanking him for the food. You move upstairs quickly, trying to calm down the urge to vomit.

"I'm fucked." You yell into your pillow.

You stayed in your room while your uncle was still home. You wanted to go back to the kitchen to eat something that didn't make you vomit.

When that happens, you check the fridge looking for the strawberries. You grab the box, sadly for you there were only three in there.

You grab your keys and wallet, ready to go to the store and get your food. You grab a sweater before leaving the house.

You open the door just before Gavi knocks on it. You pause for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"Can we talk?" It feels weird to even hear his voic. It's been some time since you hear it. "Where are you going?" He asks.

"To the store." You point to the street. "I'm hungry, and the food my uncle made it's making me nauseous."

He nods, following your lead as you walk to the store that's close to your house. You don't say anything, and neither he does.

He's wearing a hoodie that covers part of his head and face. He's used to going out like that anyway, even if it's at night he will wear glasses and a hoodie.

You pick three packages of strawberries, putting them on your basket. You walk in silence to the condiment aisle, picking a package of mustard.

You know it sounds disgusting, but you crave it so much. You gain a new craving as soon as you see the Brussels sprouts, picking a big jar of them.

You walk around the store, trying to see if you might crave something else. Some products made it to the basket.

Pablo is looking at you from behind, he's judging everything you place on the basket. He's wonders if you are picking random stuff or if you have a plate in mind.

You finally walk to the candy area, picking some sour gummies and some honey candy. You turn to see Gavi, waiting for him to pick something too.

He grabs a bag of his favorite candy, putting the candy on the basket. The silence that you share is less uncomfortable now, but still hold some tension from your side.

You walk to the register, feeling like you are forgetting something. You place everything on the self pay service.

"Ay, mi cereal." You say, remembering what you wanted. "I forgot." You pout.

"I'll go grab it." He says, signaling you to wait for him.

You scan the rest of the items while he's looking for your cereal. When he's back, you scan the products.

You reach for your wallet, taking your card out, but Gavi is quicker and uses his phone to pay for the stuff.

"I was going to pay." You argue, you don't like when he doesn't let you pay for anything. It makes you feel some type of way. "Thank you."

He helps you with the bags, walking back home in silence. You are the one following his lead now.

When you make it home, you go straight to the kitchen, grabbing different bowls. You wash the products that need to be washed and open others to placen them in the bowls.

"Why are you mixing that?"

"I've been throwing up almost everything, I found out that this is somehow tolerable for me, so I try to eat more than just one thing to get full."

He nods, not understanding but not judging... or maybe just a little bit of judgment.

"I thought you weren't coming back." You say, grabbing a fork. "You didn't call or answer any calls. I thought that it was a silent goodbye."

"I wouldn't."

You nod, eating your food while looking at the plate and not at him. You don't know where to begin the conversation about the elephant in the room.

"I-"

"Loo-"

You smile a little, finding funny how you two started at the same time. "You go first." You say.

He sighs, nervous about this whole thing. "Venga, que la he cagado al irme de aquí y no haber llamado. I was shocked, I tried to focus on finding the right words, but I don't think I'll find them." (Look, I fucked up by leaving and not call)

"You really scared me." You say to him.

He walks around the counter, arms hugging your body from behind. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We are doing this together."

You let a sigh, it felt like the weight you were holding inside was finally out of your shoulders.

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"I am terrified of the day we have to tell my uncle, he is going to be so mad."

"Tell me about it. He's going to kill me and break my knee again." He jokes, making you smile. "I'm honestly shitting myself just at the thought of talking to my parents."

"My mom is going to kill me, and my uncle might ask me to leave." You whisper to yourself.

You already ran every possibility in your head. You can't help but feel anxious about every little thing.

"I need to find an OBGYN." You say. "I already google it, but there's like thousands, I don't even know what to do."

He doesn't even know what to do either, he's confused, scared, he can't quite still believe that it's happening.

"Maybe my mom can help you with that." He suggests.

"After today, I think she will hate me."

"Qué va, my mom loves you. She's going to be mad at me, but you'll be fine."

You just nod, sitting on the couch. You two are waiting for Gavi's parents to arrive, they were coming from Sevilla, thinking this was going to be a normal meeting with you two.

You two stay in silence, something that's becoming new between you. Gavi always had something to say, something to share or something to express.

Now it's like you don't even know how to address each other, or maybe it's just the whole situation that makes you feel this way.

You feel your stomach drop when the sound of keys and laughing was heard coming from the front door.

You look at him, the same worried expression he's been carrying for days is there on his face. This time you notice it was even worse.

You two stand up, greeting the Paez when they walk through the door. Belen hugged you, greeting you.

You can't explain why, but when you return the hug, you cling onto her. It's like you needed that hug more than anything.

Maybe it was because your mom wasn't there, maybe because you feel scared, maybe because this news might change everything between you two.

"Oh, love." She giggles. "Are you okay?"

You realize what you are doing, separating and noticing Gavi and his father looking at you with a curious expression.

"Yeah, I just missed you two so much." You giggle, going to hug his dad. "How are you? How was the flight?"

"It was good, very calm." Pablo sir answered. "We are going to leave this in the room and we'll be back."

Pablo waits for his parents to go upstairs, turning to you. He noticed how you hugged his mom.

"Are you okay?"

"Just nervous." You smile, moving to the kitchen to take the food of the containers, placing them on plates.

You hear his parents joining, asking him questions about the training, about the games, the season.

Belen helped you with the plates, asking you about your classes. You give her short answers, trying to avoid her eyes.

When you all sit down, you can tell that Belen knows something is going on. She keeps looking at you and then at Gavi.

You zoned out the majority of the conversation. You're thinking about everything you need to do. Telling his parents is one thing, telling your family, you have classes, you have a lot of responsibilities.

Pablo is also thinking of everything that is about to happen. Maybe his parents won't get mad, maybe they'll be happy and they will congratulate him.

"We have to tell you guys something." He says, interrupting his parents' talk. "It's kind of important."

You can hear your heart on your ears, your hands getting sweaty and your stomach hurting.

Pablo thought what he was going to say, in his mind it was all planned and reharsed, but it wasn't that easy as he picture it.

"Vale, we -"

He's trying to connect the dots, maybe if he starts with a story it will be better. Maybe being straightforward, maybe not.

"I-"

You take the hand he has on his lap. You can't even find some words to help him complete the announcement.

His parents think it's about to be something silly, so they wait for him to say it. Maybe a team is trying to get him signed up, maybe it's about his injury.

"Pero venga, Gavi." His father laughs. "Say it!"

Gavi sighs, there's no way to say this, so he's about to rip the bandaid.

"Y/n's pregnant."

The smile on his father's face is gone, it's now replaced by a frown. His mom is pale, making you remember the moment you told Pablo.

Pablo let go of your hand, he covers his face while groaning. He feels stupid for announcing him so wrong.

"Are you sure about it?" Belen asks. "Have you seen a doctor?" She asks you.

"No, I haven't been to one." You answer, you don't look at her face but at the table. "I did take three pregnancy tests, and all of them were positive."

"Why don't you take her to your doctor?" Pablo sir says, his face is in his hands. "Do you have a plan?" He asks Gavi.

Pablo shrugged, he doesn't even know what to expect. "I haven't really thought about it." He says, making his father angry.

"You haven't thought about it? Pablo, you are so irresponsible. This is not a game strategy or a pass of the ball."

"Joder, I know." He argues.

You place your hand on his arm, trying to get him to shut up and not argue his dad. He looks at you and the back at his dad.

"When did you find out?" Belen asks.

"Three weeks ago."

"Three weeks, Pablo!" His dad argued with him. "You knew about this three weeks ago and didn't tell us."

Belen gets up, walking to your side and grabbing your arms. You let Gavi and his dad argue while she takes you upstairs.

"Don't worry, they sometimes do that." She jokes, trying to make you light up. "I can call my Doctor, she's the one I see when I'm here in Barcelona."

You nod, "Thank you, really." You whisper to her.

She smiles, she fixes your hair while looking at you. "Don't worry, It's okay." She hugs you.

She asks you to sit on the bed while she picks her phone. You can still hear Gavi and his dad talking, sometimes you hear them argue and that worries you.

"Okay, yes." Belen walks back into the room. "Is tomorrow at 10 fine?" She asks.

You nod at her, knowing that even if you were busy, you were going to make the time to go. You excuse yourself, walking to Gavi's room.

You sat on his bed for a while, waiting for the water to calm. You know he is on the second floor because you can hear him talking to his mom.

You can't make up the words they are saying, but by the tone of voice his mother has is obviously not a so nice conversation.

He walks into the room, slamming the door behind him. He joins you in bed, his breathing is very agitated.

"Una mierda, eh?" He chuckles.

You lay in bed, his head next to yours. You turn to look at him, his long lashes look wet, matching with his red eyes.

"Are you okay?" You ask, turning your body to the side to face him better. He does the same, turning his body to face you.

"I just want to sleep, that's all." He smiles, scanning your features. "Are you?"

"I mean, I didn't get yelled at." You smile, making him smile too. "Can you take me home? I think it's better if you have some time alone with your parents."

He nods, getting up from the bed. He stretches his hand to where you are, helping you stand up. You go for a hug, needing it more than ever.

"Let's go." He says, separating and walking to the door. You follow him downstairs, finding Belen sitting on the couch. "I'll be back, I'm dropping her off."

"We have that appointment tomorrow, don't you want to stay here so we can go together?"

You were about to answer, but Pablo did it first. "I can pick her up tomorrow and take you to the doctor."

Belen smiles. "Oh, you are taking us, because you are coming too."

"Pero Ansu and I are going to this event in the morning." He argues.

"Good thing you can call him and cancel. This event is more important." She says while reading her book.

Pablo doesn't say anything, he looks at you for an answer. You shrug, "I can stay." You say, making him nod, turning and going back upstairs.

You wish Belen a good night, going back upstairs. When you enter his room, you see him texting angry on his phone.

"Can I borrow a shirt?" You ask, tapping on his nose. "Sorry about your event, tho." He just nodded, not answering your question. You frown, he's not one to give you a silent treatment. "Pabs, are you okay?"

"Joder, que si." He snaps, looking at you. "Grab the shirt or whatever."

It was the first time he ever snapped at you, the first time he uses his anger towards you when it comes to answering.

You just walk to the closet, not wanting for him to get more mad or snap again. You had some spare clothes there but nothing to sleep on.

You steal one of his oversized shirts, changing inside of the closet. You fold your clothes, not wanting to make a more mess.

You block your phone after setting an alarm, not waiting for Gavi to join you in bed. You just cover yourself with the blankets, wanting to sleep already.

You answer Aurora's text, telling her that you will call her after the appointment and explain everything.

Belen, Gavi and you are in the waiting room. Waiting for your turn to go inside with the doctor.

You hear the nurse call your name, signaling you to follow her. You tap Gavi on the head, making a sign for him to follow you.

The nurse asked you some basic questions before the doctor joined you. You feel weird answering some of the questions in front of Gavi's mother.

When the doctor walked in, she asked you a few more questions. Gavi wasn't really paying attention, he was in another world.

When you lay down to get the ultrasound, you don't know what to do with your hands. You grab the edge of the bed, feeling anxious about the results.

Belen noticed this, she placed her hand on top of yours. It was a reassuring to you, you grab her hand too.

"Okay, look at this." The doctor says, showing you the screen. If you were overthinking your words before, you are now completely speechless.

The doctor was talking, but you can't pay attention to anything she's saying. You are too busy looking at the image of the clear baby on the monitor.

The doctor keeps talking, you just nod. You feel all the emotions at one, it's like the cast of Inside Out.

"Can we hear the heartbeat?" You ask, interrupting the doctor. "Please."

You look over at Pablo, he was paying full attention too. The little drum sound is making your heart feel full in a weird way.

The doctor helps you clean the gel, giving you some pictures of the ultrasound and giving you a prescription for prenatal vitamins and other pills.

Pablo walks over to you, looking again at the pictures on your hand. You look over at him, passing your arms around him. His arm goes around your waist too.

"You need to come back in a month, it's going to be a monthly checking. The only exception is the last month we will have to see you twice that month."

"Let's schedule that." You say to the doctor. You give Gavi a kiss on the cheek. "Let's go, pabs."

When you are done with the whole scheduling thing, Belen, Gavi, and you go back to the car. You needed to be careful because if anybody recognizes Gavi, it was going to be a problem.

You take a picture of the ultrasound, sending it to Aurora. She tells you that she's

Gavi dropped you home after that. You need to go to class and finish some projects. You left the pictures on the coffee table next to your phone, going upstairs to pick your things for class.

You grab your backpack and a new sweatshirt. When you walk downstairs, you find your uncle waiting for you.

You curse, noticing what he has on his hands. "Hey." You say, getting close to him. "Didn't see your car when I come in."

He stayed silent, just looking at you with narrowed eyes. You don't know what to say, so you chose to stay quiet.

You waited for him to give you a tongue lash, for him to do something. You stand behind the couch while he's sitting on the other one.

He just sighs, getting up hands you your phone and pictures. He gave you one last look and walked into the kitchen.

You want to leave and let things cool, but you are not even sure if there is anything to cool off. You walk after him, finding him washing some dishes.

"Do you have a plan?" He asks, turning the water off. "Does Gavi knows?"

"He does." You answer just the second question. "Are you not going to yell? Or I don't know, tell me that I'm dumb?"

"Noup," He smiles. "I'm not yelling, I'm not name calling you or anything. I am disappointed, very much, tho."

"I'm sorry." You say to him.

"I'm going to have a sesion with Pablo today." He tells you, grabbing his phone and walking out. "I'll talk to him, but like I said, I won't yell."

You can't even say goodbye because he left so quickly. You know he's mad, but he's trying to control himself as hard as he can.

You text Gavi, letting him know that your uncle knows and that he wants to talk to him. You ask him to let you know what was said.

You can't concentrate on your classes, you check your phone every few seconds to see if Gavi texted you.

Before the class finishes, he texted you that he would pick you up to talk. You are dying to know what was said to him.

You hurry to pick your things, saying goodbye to your friends and walking to the parking lot. "Hey" you smile at him as you open the door. "How was your training?"

Gavi gives you a kiss, saying hi to you. You can tell he's off. You want to ask, but you don't know if he might react like he did in his room.

"It was good, my team won." He says, no emotion on his face. "I also had recovery, but not with your uncle."

"Why?"

"He asked not to be my physio anymore." He shrugs. "He told me that for now, it's better for me to be with someone else." He pouts.

"Did he say something else?" You ask, wondering why that drastic decision.

"He just congratulated me."

You understood the reason, he wanted to punish Gavi by leaving him to the side. Even when Gavi can go with anybody because he's not following a routine.

He wanted Gavi to feel the anger he felt by giving him the cold shoulder. Thing that you know will affect Gavi more than he cares to admit.

You can tell he's mad by the way he's holding the wheel, by the way his breathing is heavy and the fact that he's quiet.

"I can talk to him if you want." You say, trying to find a way to fix this. "I'm sure he will hear me."

"No, que va." He chuckles. "He doesn't want to see me, ni en pintura eh."

"He's mad at me, and he's taking it on you."

"Vale, pues de puta madre entonces." (Okay, fucking fine then)

"Gavi, don't be like this. I'm telling you that I'll try to fix it."

"How am I being? I'm just saying that vale, de puta madre that this is happening."

"Si, si, vale, vale." You say, trying to stop the disagreement. "Can you drop me home?"

You roll your eyes at him, he's been more moody than before. You sometimes want to carry a spray bottle and spray him to calm him down.

The drive is silent, you don't like to feel this tense. He's quiet, the only sound is the music he's playing on the car.

When he drops you home, you turn to look at him. He's not moving his head from the road. You just sigh, getting off.

"I'll try to talk to him." You say before closing the door. "I'm so-"

"Can you close the door? The air-conditioned is getting off." You feel a big anger, looking at him for a few seconds. "Y/n, close the door."

You smile, opening the door a little bit more. You then pushed the door closed so hard you feel the whole car shaking.

You walk back inside your house, you slam the front door too. Mad at everything you have in front of you.

Your uncle, who was home already, walked out of the kitchen. "Don't slam my door." He says pointing at you.

"I'll slam whatever I want." You say to him, walking upstairs.

You hit the trifecta by slamming the door of your room. You got into bed mad, wanting to sleep and woke up with everything fixed.

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You and Pablo were sitting down on the couch. You were listening to Belen talking about all the things you need to start buying.

"Do we really need to prepare a room?" Pablo asks, confused with all the information. "If it's going to sleep with her for like a year."

"It's not an it." Aurora says to him, throwing a pop corn at him. "Also, are you expecting her to have her own room or something? Or why is the baby going to sleep only with her?"

"No, you guys will need to help each other as much as I can." Belen says. "I know that's going to be a lot for you Pablo, we all know how much you love your sleep."

"Vale, we need two of everything then." He says to you. "One for your house and one for here."

"Two cribs? That's a lot." You say, thinking of where you are going to place it. "Maybe that can stay here."

Belen and Aurora look at each other and then at you. Belen sighs, she wants to laugh but she won't.

"Vale, I'm going to have to explain a lot more than I thought." She whispers to Aurora. "You won't need two of everything. Once you move in, you need to set up a room where the baby is going to be. The baby might not sleep there for a few months, or maybe you want the baby to sleep there right away, depens on you, but you need to set up a space where you can have the clothes, the diapers, the things you'll get."

You nod, understanding better now. You talked with Pablo about what to keep at your place and what to keep at his place.

But now that you think about it, it does sound so dumb. You don't need two places, you need one for him, the baby and you.

"You haven't thought about that?" Aurora asks.

"Perdona, about what?" You ask, going back to reality.

"Names, any name you like?"

You think for a moment, you have some names since you were a little girl. You also tried to think if maybe you could combine a family name with another name, but you didn't like it.

"Like if it's a girl, do you have anything in mind?" Belen asks.

"I like Martina." You say, smiling. "It's the girl version of your middle name."

"I like Pablo." He says. You try not to make a face, but it's hard. "What?"

"Nothing," you lift your hands. "It's just that your father is Pablo Paez, you are Pablo Paez, do we really need a third?"

"Joder, vale." He thinks for a moment. "Samuel."

"Oh, I like Samuel." Aurora says. "If you are taking suggestions, I like Mauro."

"I like Mauro too." Pablo says, smiling. "Martina is cute." He says,

"Pamela." Belen says, thinking about names. "That's a cute name."

You let them continue the conversation, you take a look at your notebook. Thinking about all the things you need to buy.

You move upstairs, checking the room that's next to Pablo's room. It was a game room for him now, but it was the only available room that he had.

You close the door, turning to his room. You are examing it, you will need to get rid of the chair he has. He loves that chair, he uses it to watch movies.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just thinking." You say, turning your head to him.

"Want to help me pack for Germany?" He asks, smiling. You nod, giving him a hug while you walk to the closet.

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"Look at this." You show to Aurora over FaceTime. It was a cute baby shirt with some fish over it. "So cute."

"When are going to know what it is?"

"This Friday, I'm so excited about it." You smile, placing a hand over your tummy.

"I want to ask, are you planning on finding out that day, or are you willing to let me throw you a gender reveal?"

You smile at her, "I would love that, but you know your brother won't be on board with that." You pout.

"I knew you would say that." She laughs. "So I think a good alternative that's 'Gavi safe', I can get some cupcakes, the filling on the inside will be the blue for boy or pink for girl."

"That's so smart, yes! I'll ask the doctor to send you the result."

"Let's hope Pablo doesn't ask the doctor to know the gender."

Your expression then changes, Pablo has told you that he won't be able to make it due to his practice time.

"He can't come, he's going to be practicing." You pout. "But now I won't have to find out alone, we can find out at the same time."

Aurora frowns. "He's not going?"

"He has practice, and I get it. I mean, he's been having long practices these past few days. With the game against Real Madrid, they want to win."

"Okay, I'll wait for the results, and I'll have the cupcakes delivered to you guys. Oh my Gosh, I'm so excited."

You continue with the shopping, talking with Aurora. You were picking stuff for the house as you walked.

When you return home, you find him sitting on the couch. "Hey, Pabs." You say, messing his hair. "I got you the chips you wanted." You say, waving the bag in your hands.

"Gracias." He says. "Sit down with me, I haven't seen you all day."

You nod, leaving quickly the things in the kitchen. You walk over to the couch, hugging Gavi.

"How was your day?" You ask him, giving him a kiss. "You smell so good."

"It's my new perfume." He lifts his eyebrows while smiling. "Do you like it?" He asks, kissing your cheek.

"Me encanta."

"If we have a boy, I'll get him a mini version of my perfumes. That way when we take him to the doctor, he'll make the nurse fall in love."

You smile, loving when he makes those little comments. "What if we have a girl?" You ask.

"We can get her the mini version of yours, but I'm sure she will love your bags. Either way she's going to have to love football as much as I do."

You grab his face to give him a kiss. "I'm sure the baby is going to grow loving football just like you, Pabs."

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"Y/n, are you here?" Pablo shouts, closing the entrance door of the house.

He walls inside, calling your name again. He goes to the kitchen after the third time.

He finds two cupcakes sitting down on the kitchen counter. He grabs one and starts eating it. He sits on the couch while looking at tik tok.

You walk back inside the kitchen half an hour later, finding him still on the couch. "Hola, guapo." You say, leaving your bag on the couch. "Hey why is your mouth blue?" You ask him.

"Hola." He says, smiling at you. "Is it? I don't know. I ate one of the cupcakes that were on the counter, maybe it's that."

Your heart jumps. "No!" You say, covering your mouth.

Pablo doesn't understand your reaction. You are jumping with a smile on your face. "Joder, I'm so confused right now."

"Pablo!" You say like it's obvious. "That cupcake was supposed to tell us the gender of our baby. It's a boy!" You throw yourself on his arms, hiding your head on his neck.

He doesn't know how to react. He's happy, that's for sure, but he's not sure if he should cry, maybe yell, or just stay quiet.

"I'm so happy." You say, still crying a little. "We need to call your parents and my mom."

You don't notice how he's a little dissociated from reality, you don't notice how he's barely even speaking or how he's not even smiling.

His parents do, they don't say anything, but they do notice this. They blame it on being tired or maybe being shocked.

You just notice how quiet he is until you are with him in his room. You look at him for a moment, wondering if maybe he's feeling bad or if something happened.

"Gavi." You call him, making him turn to you. "Are you okay?"

"Si, just thinking." He smiles, moving the blankets from your side. "Come to bed."

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"Mira," He calls your attention. "It's a crab." He smiles, showing you the plushie.

You smile at him, turning back your attention to the sales lady.

"I think this one will work for you. It's longer than the standard, and it has wheels. I'm sure you are going to use it for longer than the instructed time."

You were looking for a co sleep bed to go next to your bed. You took Pablo for him to give his opinion, but he was too busy picking plushies for the baby room.

"Do you have that one in black?"

"We do. Would you like me to add it to the bill?" She smiles.

"Si, gracias." You smile back, walking over to Gavi. "We just need to pick some clothes, and that's it."

"We can get him some matching shirts to match with me." He smiles, picking another plushy. "It's a dinosaur."

You feel tired today, maybe it's the baby not letting you sleep properly, maybe it's your clothes that feel uncomfortable, maybe it's him not taking this serious.

"Okay, let's go to the clothing area." You grab his hand, pulling him towards the end of the store.

You grab another basket, handing it to him. "Look, this has iron man on it." He smiles. "Let's take it."

"Pablo, that's for an older child."

"He's going to grow, right?"

You sigh, not wanting to pick another fight with him. "Yes, he's growing. Take whatever you want." You walk away from him, to the right section of the clothing area.

You have been having some fights with Gavi, it wasn't as easy as people say. He has been very uninterested with everything, picking fights with you.

You sometimes feel like you are doing this all alone, picking the crib, researching information, taking this seriously.

Especially after he came back with the National Team. You feel like you are walking on eggshells around him. You thought it was just something to do with them losing or maybe it was because he's frustrated.

Yet the whole time he was on vacations he had this long face that made you feel frustrated. You try talking to him, try to give him space, and try to make him know you are there for him.

However, nothing worked. He was in his own world while you were trying to make sure you have everything you need to prepare yourself for the baby arrival.

Now that he is playing again, he's been in a better mood. Training definitely helps him, and it makes him more relaxed.

"Look at this." He shows you a baby shirt that matches one he has on his closet. "We can get you one and match."

You were about to answer when you feel a Braxton Hick, making you whine in pain. You've been experiencing them and they hurt like hell.

"You okay?"

You take a few breaths, grabbing his arm to stay steady. "Si, just give me a minute."

You give him a hug, trying to calm down your breathing like the doctor taught you to do. He tries to help, imitating your breathing as you go.

"What are you doing?" You ask, separating once the pain stops.

"Following your breathing." He answers, worried about you. "Are you better now?"

You nod, going back to the hug. You haven't felt this close to him in a while. You miss it so much and you really hope for it to change.

"Want to go home? I think we have enough."

"Yeah, enough plushies and enough three year old shirts." You joke, grabbing the shirt on his hands. "We need onesies, we need those small pairs of socks, we need something that fit our baby."

"Wait, how big is the baby going to be?"

You chuckle, you can't even be mad. "I can assure you it's not going to be big enough for him to wear this."

"Vale, pero, is it going to be small then?"

You grab the shirt he has and pick a newborn size onesie to compare. You hold both in front of him so he sees the difference.

"Joder, this small?"

He grabs the onesie, holding it to observe it. He can't believe babies can be this small. He thought babies were somehow bigger and that maybe his mom was joking saying that they need too much care.

You two continue with buying this you needed for another hour or so. Enough time to check more things you needed out of the list.

Pablo needed to go to training. He has a very busy weekend, specially since tomorrow is a big day for the team.

Vacation is over, and he needs to get in shape to get back to being on the first eleven list and not on the bench anymore.

He knows it's a slow process, so he's doing everything he can to re gain the trust of the culers and the trust of the team.

He has the team on his side, that was for sure. However, he feels like he needs for them to not only say it but to show it.

The sales lady tells you that she will send the bassinet, crib, the dresser and everything to your house.

You thank her, grabbing the bags of clothing and plushies. Thanks to Pablo there were more bags than ever.

After leaving you at home and helping you with the bags, he leaves for training. He gives you a kiss goodbye before exiting the door.

During training, not everyone in the team knows he's going to be a dad. The only ones are his closest friends.

He told Ansu, Balde and Lamine once during an after training reunion. He did it cause he didn't know exactly what to feel.

But he definitely knows other players know, they just don't say anything to him. He knows Ferran knows because Pedri and Fermin went to visit him when he was down.

When they entered his house, they found some baby things. They didn't really think it was his, maybe a little cousin or something. Pablo told them because he thought they knew, so now they know.

He knows that Eric knows because Ferran knows, and that's because Pedri knows. He knows that Casado knows because Hector knows because Lamine knows.

He told Hansi, he needed to know. He was going to need a day off or maybe two. He doesn't know that Hansi talked about it with the technical team.

When he did, Ter Stegen heard, and if he knows, then Lewandowski knows, meaning that if Lewandowski knows that means Frenkie knows, and also Christensen.

He's just waiting for them to either say it, and they are waiting for him to say it. It was a never-ending circle they created.

Obviously, Ferran was going to be the one to break it.

"Ey, Gavi." He calls him, making him turn. "I have something for you."

Pedri and Eric look from their cars. Pedri is nervous, he think that Gavi is going to be furious, but Ferran thinks it will be cute to give something to him.

"I heard the news," Ferran grabs the bag from his passenger seat. "I think you'll like it. Say hi to your girlfriend for me, and congratulations, hermano."

Gavi takes the bag with a frown. He opens the bag finding a cute barca baby jersey with his number on it.

Ferran is ready for any reaction, he honestly doesn't care about it. He wants to do something nice for Gavi, however he takes it it's on him.

"Gracias, hermano." Gavi smiles, giving Ferran a hug. "I'll show this to her as soon as I get home."

"We need to do a party for you." Ferran laughs, always being the one planning events. "Something light, we all can give you a gift. Not me cause I just did, but the rest can."

"No, que va." Gavi chuckles. "Thanks for this, but I'm keeping it quiet while it lasts."

"Vale, if you change your mind, tell me."

Gavi hugs Ferran goodbye. He texts you that he will go with Ansu before going home. He needed to talk about some things.

Ansu, Balde and Lamine welcome him with a perfect idea. They were all going to S'Agaró in Costa Brava.

They wanted to invite Gavi to go. It will take place during the free day Hansi mentioned they have.

"I don't think my parents are going to be happy about it. They are coming home, so my dad and I can build the crib."

"Joder, I keep forgetting you soon will be changing diapers." Balde says.

"Going to smell like baby cream and shit." Lamine laughs.

Gavi doesn't laugh with them, he's just frowning. "Vale, callaos' ya."

"Let's go, just tell your girlfriend you will take a trip to go to an event and that's it."

"Vaya mierda con ustedes," Gavi sighs. "If I say yes are going to stop?"

"Sip." Lamine says.

"Vale, I'll tell my parents to come later because I'll need to go to an event."

"Venga! That's the Gavi I know." Lamine yells, giving him a hug.

Gavi spends some time with them, wanting to decompress from the training and from the long day he had.

After they joked, after they played some fifa, he went back home with you. He grabs the gift Ferran gave him, wanting to show it to you.

"Guapa!" He calls once he's inside. "Where are you?"

"Upstairs." You shout from upstairs.

"I got something to show you." He walks upstairs to where you are. He finds you ordering some of the clothes you got earlier. "Here, from Ferran."

You grab the bag, finding a Gavi jersey. "This is so cute." You smile, looking at the cute jersey. "Ferran gave this to you?"

"He did, Pedri told him about the baby, and he gave us this."

"His first jersey!" You pout, placing it on your tummy. "Oh, me encanta. Say thank you for me, please."

"Will do." He smiles, opening the bag of plushies and taking them out.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow's game? You are going to start with the Espanyol."

"Qué va, me los como con patatas." He smirks. (Not at all, I will beat them up)

You stretch your arm, handing out your hand for him to take it. You squish it, making him know that you are there for him.

"Oye, flick is going to give us the Thursday off because some of the media team want to film some content with a select group of players for the Barca One app. Instead, we will go to an event, I'll text my parents for them not to come until next week."

"Perate, this Thursday?"

"Si, I'll be gone all day probably."

"We have a doctors appointment this Thursday."

He hummed, not really interested in it. "Vale, but this is an event."

"And this is our kid."

He rolls his eyes, leaving the plushies on a small pile next to the clothes. He gets up from the floor, not wanting to talk about it.

"Pablo!"

"You don't need me for it." He says before leaving the room.

You stand up, already tired of the nonsense he's talking about. You have put up with too much of him acting like you are the only responsible one.

"I do need you there." You say, grabbing his arm. "I want you there!"

"It doesn't matter, you can go alone. I have this event." He moves his arm away from you. "It's just a regular appointment."

"Pablo, this is the third time you miss it. All I'm asking is you to be there, please."

You don't believe yourself, you are begging him to be there. You feel your dignity getting lost in the process of doing so.

"I already confirmed." He shrugs, paying attention to the phone. "And don't be dramatic, you can go alone."

You stand there alone, feeling a burning sensation in your tummy. Mostly because you are trying not to yell at him, but the anger is there.

"Do you need something?" He asks, a very evil tone.

You throw the baby jersey at his face, not thinking twice about it. You walk back to the baby room, slamming the door shut.

"Fucking idiot." You whisper, seating on the recliner you have there. The only piece of the baby room that you have. "Are you as mad as I am?" You ask your baby, getting a kick in response. "I know, but don't worry, my love. Hopefully, you get the intelligence of mami."

You like to speak to your belly, it's something people say it's good to do. You like to feel the kicks because that means he is answering.

"We don't need him, anyways." You say, more to yourself, wiping the tear that's rolling on your cheek. "We are going to have a blast after the appointment, I promise we are getting a chocolate milkshake."

You block your phone, trying to ignore the article. It was everywhere around the culers. You feel sad that he would prefer to go with his friends than to be here with you.

The appointment doesn't go well, you are too distracted. You feel bad that you let this get in the way of what really matters, your baby.

You don't want to see anybody, but with the wonderful luck you are carrying, Pablo's family came as a surprise.

They wanted to help you with the room even when Pablo was at "an event". Pablo's father and Javi helped you with the crib, the dresser, and the co-sleeping bassinet.

You were thankful to them, they hace been the only real support you have got during this time. You feel sad that Pablo prefers to be with his friends instead of you.

"Are you okay?" Auror asks, noticing your sad eyes and quiet mood.

You don't want to say anything, what for? For his parents to be mad at him? It's not worth the trouble.

"I get tired easily." You say. "Thanks for the help, I really appreciate it."

"I know about Pablo." She whispers, not wanting her parents to know about it. "Javi showed me."

You did your best all day with not letting your hormones betray you, but as soon as Aurora mentioned that, it's like a big wave of everything.

Aurora moves next to you, embracing you in her arms. You needed that hug, you needed the cry that's happening right now.

You have been hiding your feelings, trying to excuse his behavior for the sake of peace. You have crossed all the lines you promise yourself to never cross.

"I'm so tired." You sob, trying to catch your breath. "I have done everything, Aurora. Everything. I understand that he's still adapting to the news, I understand that we are young and that Everything it's going to change, but I can't understand why he prefers to be out there with his friends and not with me."

"He's just dumb." Aurora says, wiping your tears. "He's a boy, he doesn't understand what.ypu are going through."

"It's like he doesn't care, and it makes me feel so stupid."

"Don't, this is his fault, nothing to do with you."

"I have had four doctors' appointments, four." You say, showing her four fingers. "And he only came to the first one because your mom made him come. I feel so alone doing this."

"You are not. We are here, and even if Pablo is not, we are."

You hug her again, trying to calm your cries. You know this is not good for the baby, but you need it so bad.

"I have an idea. What if we go get an ice cream? You love ice cream."

You feel a kick, laughing a little. "He says yes." You smile.

You wash your face and take a few deep breaths before going downstairs with the rest of them. You see Gavi's parents checking some instructions for something they have to build.

"Oh, honey." Belen says, noticing your puffy eyes. "Are you okay?"

"She was just crying about the little clothes." Aurora says, trying to save you from answering. "We were talking about the out of the hospital change she needs to take with her for the baby."

"Oh, honey." She laughs, giving you a hug. "I cried when I packed Aurora's, so I understand."

You thank Aurora when you two are alone. She knows you don't want to make this into something bigger.

She knows you try your best to keep quiet, even when you don't say it, she can tell it. Javi has notice too, but he doesn't want to argue or create a problem.

Aurora convinced her parents to go to a restaurant after you asked her to do so. You needed to talk to Pablo in private, and you know you can't do that if his parents are here.

When he walks in, a nice tan, a toasted hair, he walks inside with this happy face. You are in bed, reading some magazine.

He walks over to you, he murmurs a hi. He pulls your shirt up, his hand goes to your bump. He does this thing where he taps his finger on your bump, waiting for the baby to kick where he taps.

When he gets the reaction that he wants, he smiles, giving your bump a kiss. "Hola, amor." He whispers to your bump.

You want not to be mad, you want to smile at how cute he looks doing that. If only, you think.

He tries to give you a kiss, but you turn your face. He frowns, not understanding why you did that.

"What's wrong?"

You look at him, checking him out. "How was your event?"

"Buen, nothing too fancy."

You nod, leaving your magazine on the nightstand. "Where was the event, again?"

"San Felíu, not too far."

You humm. "Was the event outside? You look tanned."

"Yeah, it was a good time."

"Yeah, I'm sure about it." You smile at him. "I know you had a good time. Especially in S'Agaró, on that yatch."

He doesn't say anything, his blank expression is comical to you. You are someone who loves his very expressive face, and seeing him so expressionless is funny.

"By the way, your parents are home, well not right now, they are out. The nursery is done, we have everything ready.

"I-"

"The baby is fine, the doctor says he's growing. We are going to talk about the birth plan on the next appointment." You interrupt him, not wanting to hear him.

"Listen,-"

"But don't worry." You interrupt him again. "I won't bother you again with coming to the remaining appointments. Like you say, I can go alone."

He sighs, nervous that you know everything. Nervous that you are telling him everything so direct and with this cold tone of voice.

"Amor, listen."

"I'm tired, Gavi." You confess. "I'm also done."

"Done with what?" He asks. "Amor, please, listen to me."

"I'm tired, Pablo." You say, moving the covers up your body and turning the light of the nightstand off. "Go shower."

"I fucked up when I lied yes, but don't be like this."

"Go shower." You repeat, turning to the other side.

"No!" He says, turning the lights on. "We need to talk."

"Oh, so now you want to talk." You laugh. "Well, I don't. So good night, Gavi."

He grabs the covers, pulling them off the bed. "We are talking."

You don't say anything, you just grab your pillow and your phone. Walking out of the room to the baby's room.

"A donde mierda vas?" He yells, walking behind you. (Where the fuck are you going)

"Away from you, imbecil." You yell back at him, trying to close the door, but he's stronger than you. "Go away, you psyco."

You don't hear the door that indicates that his family is back from the restaurant. When they hear the commotion upstairs, they all get worried.

"Vale, si, I lied." He continues to yell. "Why does it matter?"

You throw the pillow at him. "Eres bobo?" You ask, face probably red. "You left me alone for the third time, you have no idea how everybody looks at me with pity. Like I'm some-"

"What is going on in here." Belen asks, walking with his father. "Why are you too yelling."

"It's nothing." Gavi says, taking a deep breath.

"Nothing?" You whisper, scuffing at him. "Sure."

"Can you shut up?" He asks, turning back to you.

"No, I-" You feel very strong kick, making you stop arguing. You grab your bump, taking a deep breath.

Gavi's expression changes, his anger is now gone. "Y/n? He tries to get closer.

Gavi feels a hand grabbing his arm. It was his dad pulling him out of the room. He turns to you, still trying to calm down.

"What is wrong with you?" His father asks, closing the door. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Joder, I didn't start this fight."

His mother joins them after a moment. "She's fine." She says to his father. "What in the world is wrong with you?"

"Ah vale, I'm the bad one here."

"Pablo, don't act innocent." His mom says, tired already of his stupid games.

She doesn't know exactly what goes inside of his head, if he ever feels bad about what he's doing, if maybe he thinks that this is right because someone told him too.

"You haven't been to three appointments." She reminds him, something he feels everybody wants to do these days. "Pablo, this is not a game. You are about to have a kid."

"Pero vale, I don't feel like I need to change my life if the baby isn't here. I can figure it out once it's here."

His parents look at each other, disappointment is the only feeling they have.

"You need to stop this, Pablo." His father sighs. "You act as if this is a joke, you really need to understand that you are no longer going to hace the freedom."

"But why?"

"I'm not doing this tonight." He says, walking out of that room.

"Pablo, valora a esa niña." She says before leaving the room. "You are going to regret this if you don't." (Value this girl)

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"Want more bacon?" You uncle asks you, placing the plate full of bacon in front of you.

"This is the best breakfast ever, I never had that many bacon in my life."

He laughs, giving your head a kiss. "How's Gavi? Is he treating you well?"

"Yeah, we are fine."

No, you are not. He's been sleeping in the guest room since the last fight you had. You two barely speak to each other.

"I've seen him during some recovery sessions, we talked a little."

You feel bad about putting a distance between Pablo and your uncle. He loves Gavi as his own child, even when he doesn't have one yet. It was obvious Gavi felt hurt that he took his distance.

"That's amazing, you two really needed that."

"Yeah, how's the baby?"

"Oh, he's amazing. The doctor says he's growing."

"Do you have a name?"

"Not yet."

False, you do have a name YOU like, but Gavi has a name that HE likes. So you are in between names.

"Crazy, I helped your mom pick your name like two hours before you were born."

"I know, you tell me that once a year minimum."

"Love that story." He smiles, thinking about it. "I'll tell that to your baby as soon as I meet him."

You laugh, missing the morning talks with him before going to college or when you had a free day.

"You should crash over some nights, we can watch the new season of love island."

"I love that idea, I really miss coming here, being in my room, talking to you."

You do miss this, the calmness of home, how you don't feel the uncomfortable silence when a fight happens.

You don't say it out loud to anybody, not even to your closest friend, but you regret agreeing to live with him.

You regret letting his family get so involved to the point that his relationship with his parents is fractured.

You feel like you have a little bit of blame, you are the one who let them in and who told them the things that made them fight.

You come from a broken family, your parents never really got along after a few years of marriage.

You grew up in between fights and yelling. You don't want that for your baby. You always craved the need of a family.

You wanted to be able to have a loving and caring family that makes your son feel secure and loved.

That's something that keeps you up all night. You don't know if things are going to change between Gavi and you.

His mother says he's going to change, that boys change as soon as they have the baby on their arms.

When you go back home, you find him eating cereal as dinner. You find it funny how he never thinks about a sandwich or something else.

You hate how cold his house feels, and you are not talking about temperature, but how cold it feels between you two.

"Do you want me yo make you something for dinner?" You ask him.

You know that one of you needs to give the first step. You are okay with doing it, if that gives you the peace you need to.

"Por favor." He says, looking at his plate. "Thank you."

You walk over to him, giving his head a kiss. "Do you want pasta?"

He nods, smiling at you. You mess his hair, moving to the kitchen to prepare something for him.

You serve the food in two plates, one for him and one for you. You place the plate in front of him.

You eat in silence, thing that you can't stand. It was like torture, you have him in front of you, yet you feel him so far away.

"How was your day?"

"Good, I score two goals, and my team won." He smiles, remembering how good training was. "You?"

"I visited my uncle, finished a project, and had a nap. It was good."

"I want a nap." He pouts. "Pedri says hi, he sent us a gift."

You smile, you like Pedri a lot. He was nice with you, same with Fermin and Ferran. They were some of Gavi's friends who happened to like you.

You are not sure about other players or friends of him. You sometimes think his now group is not so fond of you.

"Gavi, I really want this to work." You finally say, tired of the small talk. "I want us to work so we can give our son the family he deserves. We are young, yes, but I think if we both put a little effort, we can make this work."

Gavi nods, he want this to work too. He needed this to work, he doesn't want to be the absent dad or just be the useless partner.

He extends his arms, opening his hands for you to take them. "I want this to work too. Joder, es lo que más quiero."

"Let's just start to be better at communicating. We used to be able to tell each other when something wasn't right and if something was bothering us."

"I'm sorry, la he cagado and I can't excuse myself. I'm also sorry I yelled at you."

"I'm sorry I threw the jersey Ferran gifted us on the face."

"Eso me ha dolido como la mierda eh." He laughs (that hurted so fucking bad)

You got up, walking over to the other side of the table. You sit on his lap, arms around him as you kiss his cheek.

"Even if you make my head hurt, I love you."

"Ah, vale." He laughs. "Me too, I love you."

"I also ate all the cookies this morning." You confess.

"I know, I heard you."

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"Mira." Gavi says, showing you a book. "I got Pablito Jr this."

"You are Pablito Jr." You hit him on the head. "What's this about?"

"It's Pedri's book." He says, showing it to you. "Also, I'm not a junior."

"In my eyes, you are." You smile while reading the book. "This is so cute! Amor, papi got you a book. Sadly, I'm the only one who can read it to you because he didn't finish school."

Gavi is offended. "I finished school, with very good grades." He says, frowing and taking the book from your hands. "Want me to read it to you?"

"It's okay, Gavi." You say, placing your hand on his shoulders. "Junior and I know about your impediment."

"He's not Junior." He says, mad expression on his face.

You love teasing Gavi, he gets angry so easily. He stays with a frown for hours before finding the situation funny.

"I don't want to read it anymore." He says, handing you the book.

You laugh, earing a side eye from him. "Vale, vale, I'm sorry." You say, trying to catch your breath. "You get so mad, it's funny."

He leans over, cheek sticked to your belly. "Do you think that, Junior?"

You smile at the nickname, it was funny teasing him with the name he wants. You feel a kick, Gavi felt it too.

"Junior says yes." You whisper, combing his hair.

You stayed quiet, enjoying the light music you are playing. Gavi was humming the lyrics, making figures on your belly.

"We are not calling him Junior." He whispers.

You chuckle, "I want the baby to have your eyes." You whisper, thinning about what the baby would look like. "Also maybe your hair, I like your hair so much."

"You hear that Junior? She wants you to look like papi." He smiles proudly.

You roll your eyes, really enjoying how much the things have changed. You have worked on yourselves, you have worked on being honest to each other.

His parents noticed that too, he was different. He was interes in everything, learning slowly things he was going to be doing.

Belen taught you to change a diaper on a doll, Pablo somehow didn't sucked. He also learned that talking to the baby was something he was supposed to do.

As soon as he walks to the door, he starts talking to your belly. Telling him all the things that happened in training, during the match.

He even asked one of his cousins who has a baby to teach him how to hold a baby. You know he has done things you thought he would never.

He told the team the news, not wanting for it to feel like a secret, but as something normal. They all congratulate him, Ferran, Raphinha and Taia prepared you two a team baby shower.

You thank them for being so nice to you. Taia offered herself to help you with advice she would've loved to have, in her own words.

Gavi has mature into the situation. If you are someone close to him, you can notice the change. How even his way of speaking is different.

"Are you going to miss me?" He asks, walking over to you. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss yo-"

"Y/n, can you excuse us?" He jokes with you. "This is a private conversation."

"Oh." You open your mouth. "Okay, Junior, and you can have your moment, don't mind me."

He looks up at you, pretending to sleep. He likes that you two can joke like the old times.

"Don't listen to mami, your name is not Junior." He says, placing a kiss to your skin. "Take care of mami, okay? I need you to be good with her, chaval. Don't keep her up that much because if you do, then she's mean to me."

"That's not true." You say to him.

"She's also nosy, you are going to learn about it in a few years, but she also makes the best pasta ever. Sadly, you have been fed with pickles and marshmallows."

You open your eyes, looking at him speak attentive to the words he's saying. You like to hear him talking.

"I'll miss you." He repeats, feeling the baby kick you. "I know, I promise I'll be back as soon as I can so we can be together."

You pout, not wanting to cry. The hormones don't help you, you let a few tears out but quickly whipping them.

"Let's sleep because tomorrow you need to catch a flight."

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You are sitting on the rocking chair, eating some popcorn as you read Pedri's book to the baby. You feel your phone vibrate next to you.

"It's papi." You say, pocking your belly. "Hola, guapo."

"Hola, how are you two?"

Gavi has been gone for a whole week, he had a game against Atletico de Madrid for the champions league and a La Liga game against Real madrid.

They got tied up against Atletico but won against Real Madrid. Gavi scored a goal, the culers were crazy about it. Wanting Gavi to return as strong as possible now that he's a starter again.

"We are reading," you smile, placing the small book down. "Are you on your way to the airport?"

"Actually, I want to tell you something." He nervously says.

"What is it?"

"Hansi gave us a few days off, and Ansu planned this mini trip as my last trip before the baby."

You frown, "Wait, you told me you were coming back as soon as the games were over."

"Ya se, but it's one last trip."

"Pablo, we are two weeks away from the due date." You remind him, thinking maybe he forgot about it.

"Nothing is going to happen, I'll be there in three day-"

"Three days?" You interrupt him, finishing the sentence as a question. "I'm not okay with this."

"You don't have to be, I am." He scuffs, closing his suitcase. "I'll be back in Three days, no big deal."

"Gavi."

"Y/n, why are you complaining?" He asks, tone becoming dirty. "You are so hormonal, you don't like anything, and you feel like you are entitled to boss people around."

You weren't mad, you got mad right now. Hearing him talking to you as if you are a kid who's bratty.

"Oh, sorry." You sarcastically say. "Maybe if you wouldn't have got me pregnant, we would be having a much more mature and not hormonal conversation."

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have." He whispers, but you heard.

You feel a pain in your heart, gasping at his words. You hung up the call, not believing he would say anything like that.

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"Gavi, your phone is ringing." Ferran says, tapping Gavi's shoulder.

He turns, looking at your name being displayed on the screen. "Let it ring."

"But isn't her like..." Ferran pauses, trying to think on the right words. "Really pregnant?"

"Yeah, but she's fine." He says, shruging.

Ferran looked at him and then at the phone one last time. He does what Gavi is saying, he thinks Gavi knows what he is doing.

You hear his voice on the voice mailbox, hanging the call again. It's been two days since the last time you two talked.

You feel bad. Maybe you overreacted. Maybe you were too hormonal. It's just a trip, and like he said, nothing is going to happen.

You lay in bed, feeling like you did a few weeks ago. Hopeless and sad, the silence was there again, the tension, the miscommunication.

You can't forget Gavi's words, he really hurt you. You never thought that he had those thoughts.

The baby kicks make you tear even more. He can feel what you feel. He can sense your stress and your anxiety. He knows even if he doesn't know.

You turn the TV off, turning to the side. You try to sleep the feelings away. It has helped you in the past, so it can help now.

What you didn't expect was the pain that woke you. Feeling the worst pain you ever felt, it was like someone was trying to stretch you in two.

You know that pain, they were contractions. You look at the clock on your phone, paying attention to the time so you can track them.

You open your phone, dialing Aurora. There was no use on calling Gavi, he was either still somewhere in Ibiza or on a plane back.

The third time your call goes to voice mail, you yell. Feeling the pain again, you have to be quick and get to the hospital.

You call your uncle, but to your bad luck, he was at a party. He was unable to hear his phone. You curse under your breath.

You call the last person you can think of, hoping that you can get the help you need.

"Hello?"

She sighs in relief, forgetting for a second the pain.

"Fermin!"

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Your mind is blank.

Your eyer are sticked on the ceiling. Thinking about everything that just happened. You have a pen in hand, trying to think of the address to write on the paper.

You don't even know what name to write on the birth certificate. You thought that Pablo and you were going to talk about before this.

Fermin was outside of the room, he stayed there for you. He wanted to give you some privacy. Also, he didn't want you to hear the calls he was making to Gavi.

Gavi has never heard Fermin curse the way he did during the first call. He didn't even got a chance to speak.

Fermin called Gavi's parents because your uncle was still unavailable. You didn't expected them to be here, after all you had a good two weeks.

You look at the paper again, sighing as you write the address. Your heart feels broken. It was like stabbing yourself on the chest.

"Y/n?"

She heard that voice, the voice she was trying to keep away from her mind. She leaves the pen and paper on the side.

"Amor!" Gavi says, opening the door and walking near the bed.

"Leave." She is scared of her own voice. The way she never thought she could pull that tone.

"Perdón-"

"Pablo, I'm not playing games." You say, whipping the tears away. "Get the fuck out."

"Amor, I'm sorr-"

"Para ya, joder!" You say in an elevated tone. "You are just saying it to make yourself feel better. You left me, when I fucking needed you the most. I was here alon-"

A sob cuts you off, you try to calm yourself. You don't want to show him that he hurt you. He doesn't even deserve that.

"I feel like I don't know you." You let out in a very shaky voice. "The Pablo that I fell in love with wouldn't do this to me."

You sob, letting your emotions show. It's not easy to try to control everything you feel. It's like a fire that's burning you from head to toes.

"And I feel so stupid because I thought you were changing." You laugh. It's better than crying. "And you didn't, you leave me alone."

Gavi wanted to talk, but the door opened. It was a nurse walking with a baby on her arms. He feels his own eyes fill with tears when he sees his baby.

"Oh, baby!" You say, holding your arms out to the nurse. "Hola, mi amor."

You feel Gavi getting closer to the bed. His wandering eyes are analyzing the baby, the feeling that fulfills him it's hard to describe.

"Gavi, remember when I told you that my uncle left my room the same way it was before moving with you?" You ask him.

He doesn't understand why you are asking, but he nods. He's unsure of everything right now. His eyes are still on the baby you are holding.

"I think it's better if I go back to live with him." You say, not looking at him, only focusing on the rosy cheek of your boy.

"No, you can't do this." He says, looking at you. "Amor, por favor. You said that you wanted us to work out and be a family."

He feels his heart breaking. He hasn't even held his child, and now you are talking about living apart.

"Well, maybe I shouldn't have."

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