#gavi thoughts ͙͘͡★

[s6lars]

key — fluff. angst. smut.

📁 → FICS.

the 4 times he didn't — and the 1 time he did. f ► sequel to the 5 times he knew. a trip to his hometown for the holidays might just be gavi’s golden chance to tell you how he really feels. (wc: 13.2k)

the 5 times he knew. f ► gavi has always considered you his best friend and nothing more — until 5 events proved him wrong. (wc: 6.2k)

reds and yellows. m ► gavi’s temper has gotten the best of him on the pitch and you propose a solution to calm him down. (wc: 4.8k)

📁 → ONE-SHOTS.

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[paucubarsisimp]

Hey girl! Could you write for the barca boys and reader after the copa del rey final? It's okay if not! Thanks girly! Love your work (and you ofc) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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copa del rey

pairings: pablo gavi x reader,, pedri x reader ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you celebrate barca's win with your boyfriend

warnings: none!

a/n: i hope you like it angel <333

୨ৎ pablo gavi

the second the final whistle blew, pablo didn’t think���he just ran.

he barely heard the stadium erupt, barely saw the confetti raining down. all he knew was that they’d done it. they’d actually won the copa del rey. and somewhere in the chaos, you were watching.

his boots hit the sideline hard as he shoved past a camera, didn’t even bother looking for someone to wave to. all he cared about was you.

and when he saw you, standing just behind the barrier with wide eyes and a hand over your mouth, he nearly knocked someone over climbing toward you.

“you—” he started, breathless, and then he just grabbed you.

his arms wrapped around you so tight it was like he was trying to pull you into him, and you gasped a little, laughing as he buried his face in your neck.

“we fucking did it,” he muttered, voice shaking with adrenaline, lips brushing your skin.

“you did it,” you whispered back, hands fisting in the back of his jersey. “you were insane out there.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, chest rising and falling fast. then suddenly he was kissing you—hard, hungry, like he hadn’t seen you in weeks, like the win didn’t mean a thing without this part.

you barely had time to breathe before he kissed you again, hands in your hair, body pressed flush against yours.

“i swear to god,” he said between kisses, “i was on that pitch thinking about you the whole fucking time.”

“pablo—” you started, but he cut you off with another kiss, messier this time.

“no, listen,” he insisted, forehead pressed to yours, voice low. “you’re it. not the trophy. not the crowd. just you.”

he kissed you again—short, sharp, like a full stop—then wrapped his arms around you again and lifted you off the ground.

“you’re insane,” you whispered, grinning.

“you love it,” he shot back, smirking.

you did.

especially when he growled in your ear, “come home with me. i want you in my hoodie, in my bed, like now.”

you didn’t even answer. you just kissed him like he’d kissed you—aggressive, all teeth and love and pride.

because yeah. he won a trophy.

but tonight? you were what he’d come running for.

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୨ৎ pedri

the moment the final whistle blew, everything felt like a dream. barcelona had won. 3–2. your heart was still racing, but all your thoughts were tangled up in one person—pedri.

you barely noticed the noise, the fireworks, the celebration. your eyes were only on him. his jersey was damp with sweat, hair messy from the match, and a smile on his face that could melt the sun. he looked around the pitch until his eyes found yours—and just like that, the world went quiet.

he jogged toward you, cheeks flushed pink, and opened his arms without a word. you were in them a second later, burying your face into his chest, breathing him in like you were trying to slow time.

“you did it,” you whispered, clutching the back of his jersey.

he laughed softly, breathless. “i scored one goal and almost lost my mind when it went in.”

you pulled back just enough to see his face. “it wasn’t just any goal, pedri. it was beautiful. it was perfect.”

he shrugged shyly, eyes flicking down to your lips. “it was for you. i saw you in the stands just before i hit it. figured if i was gonna score in a final… it had to be something special.”

your chest ached in the best way. “you’re so stupidly sweet, i don’t even know what to do with you.”

“you keep loving me, maybe?” he teased, his voice soft and warm.

you stood on your toes to kiss him, slow and sweet. the kind of kiss that tasted like relief, pride, and something close to forever. when you pulled away, you rested your forehead against his.

“this is the happiest i’ve ever been,” you whispered.

“me too,” he said, squeezing your waist. “i know the trophy’s nice and all, but this right here? you in my arms? this is the real win.”

you let out a tiny laugh, leaning into his touch. “god, you’re going to make me cry.”

“then i’m doing it right.”

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୨ৎ ferran torres

the locker room was loud—music blasting, champagne spraying, laughter echoing off the walls. jerseys were half-on, socks forgotten, and medals already tangled in the chaos. but ferran looked like he belonged in all of it. like joy was made for him.

you stood by the doorway for a moment, just watching.

he caught sight of you through the blur of bodies, and his entire face lit up. sweaty, flushed, grinning from ear to ear—he crossed the room in a few long strides and pulled you into his arms without a word.

“you smell like celebration,” you teased into his neck.

he laughed, not letting go. “i smell like victory.”

“same thing tonight.”

he pulled back just enough to press a quick, smiling kiss to your lips before a teammate shoved a beer into his hand and dragged him back into the circle of dancing. you stayed close, leaning against the wall, watching him sway and shout along to the songs with the others—an arm always reaching back to find you when he could.

he looked over his shoulder mid-chorus and mouthed, i love you.

you mouthed it back, warmth blooming in your chest.

at one point, gavi wrapped an arm around you both and yelled, “can you believe this guy?” like ferran wasn’t grinning ear to ear and glowing under the locker room lights. you just nodded and said, “yeah. i really can.”

you ended up on the floor beside him, backs against a bench, sharing a half-eaten box of pizza someone brought in. the trophy was only a few feet away, sitting crooked on a pile of towels.

“do you ever get used to this?” you asked softly, resting your head on his shoulder.

“the winning?” he shrugged. “maybe. but not this part. you being here. that never gets old.”

you smiled against his hoodie. “even when i steal your pizza?”

“especially then.”

you didn’t need a perfect moment. this mess of laughter, grease-stained medals, and your legs tangled with his on a locker room floor was more than enough.

he turned to you, voice quieter now. “you’re my favorite part of all this, you know?”

you just nodded, because honestly? he was yours too

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୨ৎ pau cubarsi

the locker room was a blur—shouting, singing, shirts being thrown, someone trying to use the trophy as a drum. but pau wasn’t in the middle of it. he was off to the side, still in his boots, sitting on a bench with flushed cheeks and his medal resting quietly on his chest.

you found him there, a small, tired smile pulling at his lips. he looked up when he saw you, eyes soft, like they always were with you.

“hola,” he said gently, voice barely rising above the chaos around him.

you knelt in front of him, hands resting on his knees. “hola, campeón.”

pau let out a quiet laugh, dipping his head. “no digas eso…”

“why not?” you smiled. “you were amazing.”

he shrugged a little, cheeks warming. “i just did my job.”

“no, amor. you played with heart. you played like you were born for nights like this.”

he looked at you for a long second, then took your hands in his, thumbs brushing over your knuckles. “it felt… right. everything. the way we played. the way we didn’t give up. and knowing you were here… watching…”

“always,” you whispered. “always watching you. always proud.”

he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours, his voice low and honest. “i kept thinking… if we win, i get to share this with you. and that made it all feel even more real.”

you reached up, fingers brushing over the curve of his jaw. “we’re gonna remember this night forever.”

pau smiled softly. “sí. but not because of the trophy.”

“because of what?”

“because of you,” he said simply.

you kissed him then, slow and sweet, and when you pulled back, he was still holding your hands like he never wanted to let go.

someone shouted his name across the room, and a sweaty teammate tossed him a beer with terrible aim. pau caught it, just barely, and turned back to you with a sheepish grin.

“ven,” he said, tugging you up gently. “celebra conmigo.”

and so you did—dancing a little, laughing with the team, fingers laced with his all night long.

and in the middle of the wild celebration, you stayed wrapped in something quiet, something unshakable.

his hands, his smile, his love.

just like him—soft. strong. and yours.

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୨ৎ hector fort

the moment you stepped into the locker room, you were hit with music, sweat, laughter, and the smell of victory. someone had already popped champagne, jerseys were half-off, and there, right in the middle of it all — was hector.

he was dancing like nobody was watching. loose limbs, big grin, surrounded by teammates who were just as chaotic. someone handed him a flag and he spun around, arms in the air, looking like the happiest person in the world.

and then he saw you.

“mi amor!” he shouted over the music, dropping the flag and jogging toward you. before you could say anything, he wrapped you up in his arms, spinning you around in a half-dizzy circle that made both of you laugh.

“you’re actually crazy,” you said, breathless.

“crazy in love,” he joked, forehead against yours, still grinning like a kid on his birthday. “did you see us? we did it.”

“i saw,” you whispered, brushing back his damp curls. “you were brilliant. and very, very sweaty.”

“don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he teased, pressing a fast, celebratory kiss to your cheek.

you stayed in his arms while the room moved around you — more singing, more drinks, someone trying to pour water on kounde from the top of a bench. hector held your hand and pulled you back into the center.

“come dance with me,” he said.

“i don’t know these moves,” you laughed, but he was already spinning you.

“doesn’t matter. just be here with me.”

and so you danced — badly, joyfully — with your champion. every now and then, he’d shout something to a teammate, then come right back to you, tugging you close like you were the prize he was really proud of.

later, when the locker room calmed and his voice was nearly gone from shouting, he wrapped his hoodie around your shoulders and kissed you like no one else existed.

“thank you for being part of this,” he whispered.

you smiled. “you make it easy to love every second.”

and in a night full of flashing lights and loud celebration, the way he held your hand was the part you’d remember forever.

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୨ৎ alejandro balde

the moment the final whistle blew, everything exploded. the stadium was a blur of blue and garnet, fans screaming, confetti raining down. but in the midst of the madness, you spotted him — alejandro, already grinning like a kid on christmas.

he was dancing with a few of the guys, completely lost in the moment, the joy of victory contagious. you couldn’t help but laugh at how carefree he was, his body moving to the beat of a song that was barely even in tune. his energy was pure, a beautiful chaos that made it impossible not to smile.

when he finally saw you, he broke away from the crowd, arms wide open. “¡mi amor!” he shouted, laughing as he scooped you up into a tight hug, spinning you around like the whole stadium wasn’t watching.

“you’re insane,” you giggled, breathless from the spinning.

“i’m in love,” he teased, pulling you even closer, his grin wide enough to light up the whole locker room. “we won! we actually won!”

you laughed, shaking your head. “i see that. i’m starting to think you enjoy this more than the match.”

“that’s because i’ve been dreaming about this moment,” he said, his tone playful yet sincere. “winning, yes. but having you here to share it with me — that’s the real victory.”

he kissed you quickly, in the middle of the locker room frenzy, not caring who was around. when he pulled back, you couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes sparkled, the excitement still dancing in them.

“okay, okay, i need you to dance with me now,” alejandro said, his hand grabbing yours as he dragged you into the center of the locker room.

“wait, what?” you laughed, trying to keep up with his pace.

“it’s not a celebration without a little chaos,” he winked, twirling you under his arm.

you were laughing, stumbling slightly as he twirled you again, his energy infecting you like a fire. every teammate had gathered around now, and it felt like you were in the middle of the most joyful, spontaneous moment of your life.

when the music finally slowed and the crowd thinned out, alejandro pulled you close again, a quieter, softer smile on his face.

“thanks for being with me, cariño,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

“always,” you whispered, your heart full of happiness.

and in that wild, unfiltered celebration, you realized that this was exactly what you wanted — him, his joy, and his love.

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୨ৎ lamine yamal

the locker room was bursting with excitement — music, cheers, teammates shouting, and a constant buzz of energy. but in the middle of all that, lamine stood out in the most endearing way: wide-eyed, cheeks flushed with excitement, and a huge grin spread across his face.

he was a ball of energy, dancing and jumping around with his teammates like a kid in a candy store. yet, when he saw you, his whole face lit up, and without hesitation, he rushed over to you.

“you saw that, right?” he asked, bouncing on his feet, still vibrating with excitement.

“i saw,” you laughed, watching him with affection. “you were amazing out there.”

lamine’s grin only grew bigger as he pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground for a moment in the purest, most joyful embrace.

“we did it!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe. “we won the copa del rey!”

you chuckled at his enthusiasm. “yeah, we did. and you were incredible out there.”

he pulled back slightly, but his arms stayed around you, his hands resting gently on your back. “i kept thinking about how i wanted to share this with you,” he said, his voice quieter, a little more sincere. “i wanted to make you proud.”

“you already did,” you whispered, ruffling his hair. “you make me proud every day.”

his face softened at your words, his hands slipping down to hold yours. “can we stay here a little longer? just the two of us?” he asked, eyes shining like he was asking for a secret moment amidst all the chaos.

“of course,” you smiled, squeezing his hands. “let’s enjoy the moment.”

the locker room continued to swirl around you, but in that little corner, it felt just like the two of you, wrapped in the quiet joy of the win. lamine kept glancing over at you, his eyes full of affection, and every time you met his gaze, his smile seemed to grow even brighter.

“this is the best day,” he said, his voice full of happiness as he pulled you into a small, spontaneous dance.

“it’s a pretty good day,” you agreed, laughing as he twirled you around.

and in that moment, surrounded by the noise and the celebration, it was clear: you and lamine were creating a memory that would last forever, just the two of you, with your hearts full of joy.

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୨ৎ marc bernal

the locker room was alive with celebration — teammates were dancing, laughing, and singing as they reveled in the copa del rey victory. the sound of popping champagne and joyous shouts filled the air, but in the midst of it all, marc stood with a calm but content smile, his crutches leaning against the wall beside him. he hadn’t played, but you could see the pride in his eyes.

he had been injured and sidelined, but none of that mattered now. he was part of the victory, part of the team, his heart bursting with pride for his friends who had fought so hard to bring home the trophy.

you walked over to him, your heart swelling as you met his gaze. despite not being on the pitch, his joy was palpable. as soon as he saw you, that soft, warm smile grew even wider.

“we did it, huh?” marc said, his voice full of that same warmth that always made you feel at home.

“we did,” you agreed, stepping closer. “and you were just as much a part of this win as anyone else.”

he shook his head, still smiling, but his eyes held a touch of vulnerability. “i didn’t play. i didn’t contribute like the others.”

“marc,” you gently cupped his cheek, “you’ve been a part of this team in every way. your spirit, your energy — it’s felt. you are a huge part of this win.”

his expression softened, and he reached out, pulling you into a tight hug. “thank you for saying that,” he murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “i just wanted to be out there with them. but… being here with you, knowing they won for us — it’s enough.”

you squeezed him back, resting your head against his shoulder. “it’s more than enough, marc. i’m so proud of you.”

he pulled back slightly, still holding you close. “i know i’m not the one out there celebrating on the field, but this… being here with you, sharing this moment with you — this is everything.”

you smiled, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “we’ll celebrate it our way. together.”

marc smiled softly, his eyes lighting up with gratitude. “sounds perfect to me.”

and just like that, in the midst of the chaos, you both shared a quiet, perfect moment. no need for grand gestures or loud celebrations — just marc, you, and the soft joy of knowing that victory had been shared in a way that felt right to both of you.

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★ req: "HEY HI HEY ok i saw youre accepting requests and thought why not. how about something where reader plays for barca fem and when she first moved to barcelona pedri reached out to her online and offered to show her around and they just bonded REALLY well yk???? thank u ^_^ have a nice week!"

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; seriously nothing but fluff, flirting and some teasing !!

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; my requests are open if you guys want to send in something! i write for barcelona + barça femení and some other premier league players, send some innnn!!!!!

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you first moved to barcelona to join barça femení, leaving behind your time with arsenal. it was your dream team and you had finally gotten a deal, and signed with little hesitation. leaving your teammates was the hardest part ─ however, they understood.

the city felt both exciting and overwhelming, a whirlwind of new experiences and challenges. adjusting to a new team, a different style of play, and a foreign culture pushed you out of your comfort zone, but you embraced it all. the vibrant streets, the passionate fans, and the warm climate quickly made barcelona feel like a warm welcome.

you were a bit nervous but after your first few weeks at training, you slowly adjusted. one of your teammates had invited you out to dinner one night with the team and you agreed, hoping to make some new friends.

after a great night with some friends, you got home with a full heart. barcelona felt like home, now too ─ you knew you'd made the right decision.

while you were scrolling on instagram, you felt your phone buzz. you instinctively glanced up to look at the notification, your eyebrows furrowing at the name.

pedri gonzález | hello! i saw you at the party tonight and wanted to say hello :)

your face flushed at the name, pedri gonzález? the young barça star? you couldn't believe it. you had noticed him at the party, but you'd never imagined he'd take the time to message you. taking a deep breath, you typed back a reply, trying to sound casual despite your excitement.

you | hey! thanks for reaching out. it was a great party, sorry i wasn't able to come say hi lol

you hit send and waited, your mind racing with thoughts of what this could mean. was he hitting on you, or just being polite? you shook your head, reminding yourself to stay grounded. after all, you'd just moved to barcelona and had plenty on your plate with your new team.

a few moments later, your phone buzzed again.

pedri gonzález | absolutely! it’s always fun when everyone gets together. by the way, i’ve seen a few of your matches. you’re an incredible player!

pedri gonzález | since you're new to barcelona i'd love to show you around sometime, maybe a smoothie after training. only if you are free 😁

your cheeks flushed as you read his message. was this really happening? it felt surreal. you took a moment to gather your thoughts before replying, trying to keep your cool.

you | that sounds great! i'd love to. a smoothie after training sounds perfect 😁

you hit send and exhaled, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. the idea of spending time with pedri was thrilling, but you also didn't want to read too much into it just yet. maybe he was just being friendly and welcoming.

either way, you decided to enjoy the moment.

the next day at training, you couldn't help but feel a bit more energized. you pushed yourself harder, feeling a renewed sense of motivation. after the session, as you were packing up your things, you saw pedri waiting near the entrance, a friendly smile on his face.

"ready for that smoothie?" he asked, his accent thick as his lips curved into a smile.

you nodded, returning his smile. "absolutely. lead the way."

you and pedri both walked down the hallway, a silence creeping up in between you. however, before you could get too far ─ you heard some noise from the end of the hallway.

you made eye contact with gavi and joao, who were grinning mischievously as they approached.

"look who’s getting cozy," gavi teased, nudging pedri playfully.

joao joined in, chuckling. "taking our new star out already? smooth move."

pedri rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his blush. "come on, guys. just showing a friend around."

gavi smirked. "sure, sure. have fun, you two."

joao gave you a friendly wink. "not too much fun, though-"

"okay, shut up." pedri cut off before sending you nervous smile.

you laughed, feeling more at ease with their playful banter. pedri led you down the hallway, the laughter echoing behind you, you couldn't help but feel a little lighter. the camaraderie among the players was heartwarming and reassuring.

once outside, pedri led you to a cozy smoothie bar. the warm barcelona sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the city. you both ordered your smoothies and found a spot to sit, enjoying the warmth around you, a stark difference from england.

"so, how are you finding barça femení?" he asked as you both sipped on your smoothies, sitting at a cozy outdoor café.

"its been amazing, honestly. the team is fantastic, and the city is incredible. but you know, i'm still adjusting, but it's been a great experience so far," you replied, feeling at ease in his company.

"thats good to hear. i'm sure you'll do great here. and if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out," pedri said, his tone sincere.

"thank you, seriously. you didn't have to... you know, show me around." you smiled, a soft blush spreading on your cheeks.

"no, i know. i wanted to," he remarked, a teasing expression on his face. "you know, i don't show just anyone my favorite smoothie place."

"oh really?" you replied, a teasing edge to your tone. "so... you're saying i'm special?"

"very." he answered, not missing another moment. "very beautiful, too."

wow, he wasn't even being subtle anymore. you laughed, shaking your head at his antics. "wow, you really don't hold back, do you?" you said, laughing and shaking your head at his antics.

pedri grinned, leaning back in his chair. "why should i? life's too short for that."

you couldn't help but admire his confidence. It was refreshing, and it put you at ease. "fair enough."

"how'd you like arsenal?" pedri quippied as he glanced back at you. "you liked it?"

"yeah, of course. it was my first team and that kinda just sticks with you, right?" you answered honestly.

"absolutely," pedri nodded, his expression thoughtful. "your first team always has a special place in your heart. mine was a small club, but it means a lot to me."

you smiled, appreciating the shared sentiment. "yeah, it's where you grow and learn so much. arsenal was like that for me. the fans, the teammates, the whole atmosphere — it was something else."

pedri leaned forward, his interest evident. "what was your best memory from arsenal?"

you thought for a moment, a smile spreading across your face. "probably the day we won the FA cup. it was such an intense match, and the feeling of lifting that trophy with the team was unforgettable."

"that sounds amazing," pedri said, his eyes sparkling. "i've watched some of those matches, you were incredible."

"thank you," you replied, feeling a warmth in his praise. "what about you? what's your favorite memory from playing?"

"scoring my first goal for barça," pedri said without hesitation. "the roar of the camp nou, the feeling of the ball hitting the net... i'll never forget it."

"wow, i can't wait for that feeling." you replied, a small smile on your face. "first goals are always special for... you know, anyone."

he laughed at that, nodding as he leaned back. "very special, indeed. and you'll get it. who knows, i may be watching, too."

you felt a blush as he looked at you, a nervous laugh leaving your lips at his intense gaze. "yeah? you'll cheer for me?"

pedri laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "oh, obviously. i'll be your biggest fan. just make sure you celebrate big so i can spot you from the stands."

you giggled, feeling the warmth of his support. "i'll hold you to that. no pressure, right?"

"none at all," he teased, his smile genuine. "but seriously, i'm looking forward to seeing you make your mark here. you've got a bright future ahead, i can tell."

"thanks, pedri. that means a lot," you said, your blush deepening.

the conversation continued, light and easy. you talked about your favorite places to eat, your hobbies outside of football, and even shared a few funny stories from your respective teams. pedri's stories about his teammates had you in stitches, and you found yourself relaxing more with each passing minute.

before you knew it, hours had passed, and the sun had long set. the city lights twinkled around you, casting a magical glow over the evening.

"i should probably get you back," pedri said, glancing at his watch. "its getting late."

"yeah, you're right," you agreed, though you were reluctant to end the evening.

pedri walked you back to your place, the conversation continuing effortlessly. when you reached your door, you turned to him with a smile.

"thanks again, pedri. today was amazing," you said sincerely.

"anytime, y/n. i'm glad we got to hang out," he replied, his smile warm.

you hesitated for a moment before stepping closer and giving him a quick hug. "goodnight, pedri."

"goodnight, y/n," he said softly, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer.

as you watched him walk away, you couldn't help but feel excited about the future. barcelona was starting to feel like home, and with new friends like pedri, you knew you were in for an incredible journey.

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[barcaluvv]

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GAVI X READER ★ˢᵘᵐᵐᵃʳʸ: ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃᶜʳᵒˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ˢⁱˢᵗᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᶠᵃᵐᵒᵘˢ ᶠᵒᵒᵗᵇᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍˢᵗᵉʳ,ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ. ᵇᵃˢⁱᶜᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵃᵛⁱ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ.★ ~ ★ CHAPTER 1! NEXT PART COMING SOON A loud bang woke me up from a deep sleep as I hurried to the bathroom where I usually start my day, as the last two dreams I had this night were running through my mind trying to get ready quickly because this morning I have to take my younger brother Hector to his training. Hector trained for a slightly bigger club, known all over the world, FC Barcelona. He was recently signed to the club and previously participated in a small Spanish club with the other few youngsters. When I got to the stadium, I didn't have any fear because I already knew a couple of his friends who also trained with him. Descending down the stairs, which were covered with all the colors of this club, I heard two very deep voices, without any manners, I eavesdropped on the conversation. I tried to understand their aggressive talking mostly because they sounded pretty serious. Every other word they said was in Spanish, but I managed to understand. "pero ¿por qué jefe? ?" said the boy sitting on the crooked bench by the door, I had the opportunity to peek through the cracked entrance, but I was wondering how come Hector never introduced me to him. The only thing I could see was his broad shoulders that sunk into his muscles from fatigue. When they were about to rush out of that door I quickly looked away, and this was the moment I saw his face, oh my God I said to myself. I started running back to the nearest bathroom in panic, I stood pressed against the iron door, feeling my heartbeat begin to accelerate,trying to gather all my thoughts suddenly I could only gather one and that one was the boy with brown hair, besides the beauty shining in his eyes, I remembered the number 6, the number six is his jersey number. . After a while I ran out of the stadium and quickly waved at Hector, while everyone looked at each other in confusion. When Hector came home i asked him why everyone was looking at me like that, and then he told me something that will change my life forever as the sister of a famous football player who couldn't bear with this. "You know that we have cameras all around our place riight?" Said the curly head who lowered his gaze and made an anxious pout. "Tell me more!" I said to him with a slightly boiling expression on my face. "Paparazzi who followed the team saw you dashing next to the locker room & the only ones around were you two so they immediately thought that you and Gavi have something going on for a while since he was acting pretty strangely according to fans". My eyes widened, my world became quiet and I couldn't believe what I heard, the beats that were coming from all sides of my body were expressed back to my face which showed what it wanted to hear. I can't believe that the guy who I saw for the first time until a while ago is now in a scandal with me. Later that night I missed dinner, after what I experienced I didn't focus on anything other than his sparkling smile that I can only dream of smiling at me. I closed both of my eyes on the thought, which from that moment I couldn't and didn't want to get out of my head. I basically just layed there in a literal zoo running around in my stomach, I couldn't resist, I smiled to myself, and this is what I call a real smile that represents not only love acceptance but also many things that I felt from now on.

[chlerc]

ᯓ★ RUBEN DIAS .ᐟ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU(S) :

— tour guides ! Being friends with Carlos, they always wanted it to be you with him only. And they would’ve never expected you to be with a city player instead.

ᯓ★ JUDE BELLINGHAM .ᐟ

ONESHOT(S) :

— on the move | 1070 ! When the girl who wants a forever meets the guy who’s always on the move for his career. Jude’s recent signing with Real Madrid might just be the end of their affair. But he hates seeing her with somebody else when he told her to get over it.

— trouble in paradise | 1270 ! When he had everything he wanted in life but never realised he was losing you in amidst of everything else. Would you have stayed for him?

— consequences of nothing | 1420 ! Jude broke your heart last weekend and told you’d it be better this weekend but there he was showing up this weekend all bloody. He just wants you to fix him up.

— spaces in between | 1630 ! He believed you when you said you were gonna flyover to celebrate his birthday with him, but he didn’t know thag was the last time he ever saw you.

SOCIAL MEDIA AU(S) :

— meet me in madrid ! Jude never thought attending an Art school and talking to a girl would in return have a book dedicated to him.

ᯓ★ PABLO GAVI .ᐟ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU(S) :

— with you, always ! Throughout your whole friendship with him, football has only been Gavi's number 1 priority while you only wanted him. Would it finally change when he realises that he sees you all this time?

— mr rightfully wrong ! They literally hate each other’s guts and Gavi would always be finding a way to piss her off in her comments. But truly what was their relationship like?

— first time dad ! He’s barely ever on social media but if he does, it’s to brag about the little family he has with you and how he gets really sentimental about it.

ᯓ★ JOAO FELIX .ᐟ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU(S) :

— keep it low ! João Félix and you soft launching your relationship on the internet but it's really obvious even way before that.

DRABBLE(S) :

— he hey sports | 707 ! João returns home to you making fun of his accent when saying EA Sports, but it’s okay as long as he’s the reason you’re laughing.

— back in barcelona | 1085 ! He would have never expected to meet the girl he had pinned over since high school was here in the stands of Barcelona, cheering his team on.

ᯓ★ MARC GUIU .ᐟ

SOCIAL MEDIA AU(S) :

— game changer ! When all Marc Guiu enthusiasts thought he was too gorgeous to be wearing skinny ripped jeans, he ups his fit check game and leaves everyone wondering as to who is helping him.

[httpsdana]

Can you do prompt 24 with pedri? Angst to fluff maybe? Thank you 💗

Boys Night Out~Pedri Gonzalez

*GIF is not mine. credits to owners*

and we're back again with another Pedri request. y'all have many football players and f1 drivers and you still choose Pedri and Gavi (I dont mind tho)

let's ignore the fact that Pedri is injured rn. I miss him sm man barça really need him to win

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

24-"I've been so worried, where the fuck have you been?"

Pedri and y/n were the healthiest couple you could ever meet. Arguments between them are non-existent. Only if you call fights about what movie to watch and who's doing the dishes real arguments.

However, it all changed that night.

After barça's last match which they had lost, y/n was expecting Pedri to come home after the match. But he didn't. She thought that maybe he wanted some time alone and decided to go to his house first.

She texted him but he didn't reply. She tried calling him and it went straight to voicemail. She tried not to be worried but couldn't help think about what he was doing while he was supposed to come home.

She tried calling Pablo too, but he too didn't reply.

She decided to sit down in the living room and binge watch her favorite show waiting for him.

★★★★★

y/n was awaken by hearing the sound of the front door open then close. After that she heard the sound of keys being slammed on the table.

She rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn before getting up and walking towards the door.

She saw Pedri taking of his shoes. He was still in his barça jacket with the clothes he left with underneath.

She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for Pedri to notice her presence. After he turned around, he was startled to see his girlfriend standing their with an angry look on his face.

"mi amor, why are are you awake?" he asked softly

"don't mi amor me right now. I've been so worried, where the fuck have you been?" y/n snapped at him making him let out a sigh and rub his forehead

"calmly please" he groaned still rubbing his forehead

y/n walked closer to him and the smell of alcohol was reeking from him making a look of disgust wash over her face.

"are you drunk?" she asked bitterly, shaking her head

"no no I just had a few drinks" he mumbled walking past her to her bedroom which they both shared.

"no no you're not walking away from this. you haven't answered where the fuck have you been all night?" she asked walking after him

"I just went out with they boys. am I not allowed to do so?" he snapped back at her

"I never said so! you could've just texted me and told me that you were going out instead of leaving me worried all night" she breathed out watching his shoulders slump.

he lets out a sigh and looked at her with a small smile.

"I'm so sorry for not texting you love. my phone was in the bag all night and my bag was in the car. I was just frustrated after our loss tonight so the boys suggested going out and I couldn't say no them." he apologized with a genuine look on his face

she smiled and walked closer to where he was sat on the bed. He grabbed her hand in his and pulled her down on his lap.

y/n ran her hand through his slightly sweaty and pressed a kiss on his cheek

"no need to apologize darling. I was just worried. I hope you had fun with the boys" she had her hand on his cheek that was recently shaved

"yeah we did. they helped take my mind of todays match" he smiled a bit, before leaning down and pressing a kiss on her lips

She pulled away as soon as their lips touched making Pedri scrunch his face up in confusion

"I'm not gonna kiss you if you were drinking. take a shower and brush your teeth and I might think of kissing you" she said with a teasing smile making Pedri smile too

He kissed her cheek before getting up and taking a shower.

[s6lars]

gavis love language gotta be physical touch you can’t tell me otherwise

AND WE ARE ALL IN AGREEMENT !!! in every form; hugs, kisses, head pats, etc etc. before you guys started dating you realized he gets flustered easily when you guys make physical contact, like if your hands accidentally brush or you go to ruffle with his hair or something. and once you got together, it’s like the floodgates opened. you’re lying down on the couch? he’ll lay your head on your thighs like a pillow. you’re cooking? he’s standing behind you, arms around your waist, head in the crook of your neck. he’s driving? one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding your thighs, just a very touchy boy

[s6lars]

player thoughts: 69 for the first time with gavi 🙊🙊

you’ve lost count of how many times you’d come undone at this point, hovering over gavi’s face as you gripped onto the headboard for dear life. he’d go in for more, but the sound of a belt clinking has you looking over your shoulder.

he’d freed himself from his trousers, jerking himself off — because of course eating you out turned him on. you watched his cock, red and throbbing from over your shoulder, and gavi catches on.

“you want a taste?” you can only nod. he smirks, slapping your thigh to make you pull away. “go on. but i’m not done with you yet.”

you bite your lip as you turn around, still hovering over him, taking his cock in your hands. gavi’s hand is rough as he gropes, getting a better angle of your soaking cunt, sending a harsh slap that has you bending over his body length, arching your back.

you’d waste no time in taking him in your mouth, bobbing up and down his length as he pushes his tongue into your hole. you’re torn between losing yourself in pleasure and wanting to do same for him. every lave of his tongue had you moaning around his length, until you two finished in each other’s mouths at the same time

[s6lars]

rae ᝰ .ᐟ ⋆ sagittarius , asian , she/her , 9teen ‹𝟹

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[s6lars]

collapsed doggy with gavi has my mouth foaming 🫦

there's just something about gavi hitting it from the back 😋 it's a lot easier for him to lose control when he does, ramming in and out of you until you can't take it anymore, your arms toppling at your body weight. but he doesn't mind — he lifts your hips for you, the change in angle hitting that sweet spot that has you clawing at the sheets, moaning so loud the neighbors are definitely filing complaints the next morning

[s6lars]

the thought of deep throating gavi has me going ferall pmg

he’s usually pretty controlled when you’re giving him head, scared he’d hurt you or go too far. but after you’d gotten a little too friendly with balde at dinner, all that was thrown out the window.

he had you on your knees, pushing his cock down your throat. you were holding onto his thighs for support, trying to take as much of him as possible.

he suddenly pulls away. “put your hands behind your back for me. cross them,” he instructs, and you obliged. you stuck your tongue out, letting gavi tap the head on it a few times before fucking into your mouth, giving you no time to adjust.

he’d have one hand cupping your cheek, swiping the skin back and forth or collecting any stray tears, moans tumbling from his lips as he tells you how good you feel around him, reminding you that you’re his over and over

[s6lars]

tipsy, messy sex with gavi after a tiresome night ou

you both could barely keep yourselves up let alone each other as you stumbled into your place from the dinner party earlier, giggling as you watched each other try to walk straight. both of you couldn’t resist how good each other looked, already gravitating closer, hands roaming up and down.

you couldn’t even make it to your bedroom, instead plopping on the living room couch, tasting the alcohol on each other’s lips. he’d bunch your dress up to your waist, pulling down the straps while you (tried to) unbutton his dress shirt.

and you’d ride him on the couch, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his neck as he wraps you in his arms, pushing your chests together. he’d whisper the sweetest nothings into your ear, bucking his hips to meet your motions, until he’s cumming deep inside you. and you both would just fall asleep on the couch immediately, waking up a tangled mess of limbs

[s6lars]

fren is gavi a tits or ass guy? i feel like ass idk 😣😣

i honestly feel so too ! you’d be lying down scrolling through your phone and he’ll come over and lie his head on it, and at first you didn’t think much of it until you realize he’s gone quiet and see that he’s literally fallen asleep with your ass as a pillow. when he sees you in the kitchen reaching over, he cant help himself and if he’s really in the mood, he’ll bend you over the counters, taking you from behind as he watches it bounce the more he rams into you🤭

[s6lars]

thinking abt sucking this man off day and night 😵‍💫 https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT84qDTvu/

first of all THIS EDIT 🤌 being on your knees for this man watching his eyes roll to the back of his head while he calls you his good girl it’s a need

[httpsdana]

heyyy love ur writing and i was wondering if u could do 170 with pedri?

love u and have a great day 🫵❤️‍🔥

Mine~Pedri Gonzalez

*GIF is not mine. credits to owners*

back again with another Pedri request. I just love this boy so much I cant say no when someone requests something for him.

we all love a jealous and possessive Pedri don't we

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

170-"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine."

y/n and Pedri have been dating for a bit over 6 months. They were still a fresh couple and enjoying themselves as much as they could.

Meaning that they were together almost all the time. At every match and every training session, y/n was always there rooting for her boyfriend.

Her dating Pedri, and him being best friends with the one and only Pablo Gavi, of course brought the two closer together. They instantly hit it off.

Surely, Pedri loved that the people he loves the most get along. But slowly he was starting to get a little bit jealous of the bond they have. He was jealous how they had inside jokes and how they would be giggling and whispering into each others ears constantly.

He knew y/n wouldn't cheat on him. She would never. He was afraid that his best friend woulc catch feelings for his girlfriend. At the end Pablo was just 18. A horny teenager who would fall in love with any girl who would give him attention.

He was also aware that Pablo wouldn't back up if he caught feelings and would try to make a move. He wouldn't blame him or hate him. He can't control the way he feels.

Pedri was glaring at the pair in front of him. He brought y/n with him to his practice cause he was supposed to go out with her and Gavi after practice. But now seeing the pair laughing and joking around made him rethink about their plans.

His death stare was burning into the back of Gavi's head. Pablo felt someone looking at him so he turned around and saw Pedri staring at him with a blank stare.

Pablo didn't think anything of it and just waved at his best friend. Pedri sent him his fakest smile and just focused on the ball between his feet.

"whats up with you today?" a voice snapped Pedri out of his thoughts making him look up. He saw Ansu Fati looking at him with a questioning look

"nothing" Pedri mumbled, his gaze shifting to y/n then to Pablo who was now walking to her. He said something making y/n burst out of laughter.

His jaw clenched and jealousy started bubbling inside of him. Ansu moved his gaze to where Pedro's eyes were resting and saw who he was looking at. A smirk found its way to his face before he confronted his friend

"oh you're jealous?" he asked, the smirk never leaving his face

Pedri snapped his eyes from the pair and moved them towards his friend who was standing beside him

"what? me jealous of Pablo? pfft as if" he shrugged it of making Ansu laugh at him

"oh you so are jealous of him" Ansu chuckled before walking away with the ball that he was shooting with

He wasn't jealous of his best friend...

right?

No no he wasn't...fuck who was he kidding of course he was jealous of him. He was jealous of how he seemed to be able to make her laugh more than he ever has. He was jealous how they were best friends, closer than him and y/n ever was.

★★★★★

Practice was finished and y/n, Pedri, and Pablo were heading to a cafe to have some breakfast. And as usual, Pablo and y/n were joking around, earning some weird looks from people who were sitting around them.

Pedri rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, making both his girlfriend and best friend look at him with a questioning look

"everything okay amor?" y/n asked reaching for his hand that was resting on the table. As soon as her hand touched his, he pulled it back and placed it on his lap.

y/n awkwardly removed her hand from the table and placed it on her own lap, feeling a lump starting to form in her throat.

"I'm fine" Pedri mumbled rather coldy, making both y/n and Pablo shift awkwardly in their seats

"I um have to head out...I'll just leave you guys" Pablo mumbled before getting up.

Of course he didn't forget pressing a kiss on y/n's cheek. He patted his best friend's back before walking out of the cafe

y/n turned her attention to her boyfriend, who was sitting their with a cold stare and his arms crossed over his chest

"lets go home" y/n mumbled before getting up and walking out of the cafe

Pedri felt a little disappointed that she didn't try to talk to him. But he himself didn't talk to her too so he couldn't blame her

He got up from his seat and walked out following his girlfriend to his car.

The car ride back home was tense. The tension was felt by both of them, but neither of them tried to talk to the other. If there was someone more stubborn than Pedri, it was y/n.

After parking the car, they walked to the apartment behind each other. Pedri walked behind y/n and slammed the door behind him.

y/n turned around and crossed her arms around her chest, giving her boyfriend a glare.

"what was that?" she asked raising her eyebrow

"what was what?" Pedri replied making her roll her eyes

" the glaring, the blank stare and cold answers. you think I didn't see the way you were looking at me and Pablo. so you better tell me what the fuck is wrong with you recently" she replied, raising her voice slightly.

She was angry. Fuming actually and it was starting to bother her.

"oh you recognized the looks? You and Pablo are just too close. Friends are not supposed to be that close y/n. y'all have all these inside jokes and keep giggling and whispering like fucking children and its getting on my fucking nerves. Is there something between you two? cause if there is you better tell me now and stop wasting my time" he replied in the same angry tone of y/n.

"oh so you're fucking jealous now? Jealous of your damn best friend?" she laughed bitterly making Pedri even more angry

"yes I'm fucking jealous. You don't see how you guys are so close its like you're dating him. It sickening okay? To see you like that with him" he replied in a calmer tome, but y/n was still furious

"why are you jealous dammit? You can't be fucking jealous of your own best friend Pedri" she replied through gritted teeth

"I don't fucking care you're supposed to be mine." he yelled

"I am yours!" she yelled back

Pedri looked at her and saw the sincerity in her eyes. He let out a sigh and sat down on the couch. He covered his face with his hands, before he felt the couch dipping next to him and y/n's hand rubbing his back

"I'm sorry princess. Its just sometimes I feel like Pablo would make you happier and I can't stand the feeling of seeing you with someone else, especially not with my best friend. I can't help but feel jealous when I see you two together. sorry again" he mumbled the last words not removing his hands from his face

y/n smiled slightly before grabbing Pedro's face gently in hed hands, making him look at her. She ran her thumb against cheek before pressing a small kiss on his lips

"I love you Pedro. don't be jealous of Pablo. plus all the whispering and giggling was about him. he's seeing this girl and asking for advice. Poor boy he has no experience. I love you mi amor. so much you have no idea" she smiled at him, never breaking eye contact

Pedri's smile widened before he pushed himself forward and attached their lips into a passionate kiss. They both pulled away after a while, panting from the loss of air

"I love you more princess"