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gavi4me · 5 months

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7 minutes of heaven

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Word count - 3.1k

Warnings - anal, oral, cursing, Dom! Gavi, sub reader, drunk pedri, cuffs, (lmk if there’s more)

THE VERY FIRST LINE IS SMUT, DIRECTLY FROM THE LAST PART

GAVI x Y/N

His hands went underneath the still wet shirt you had put on, groping your breast causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Does that feel good?” He said into your mouth.

“Y..yes” you flinched as he started poking and squeezing and circling your nipples.

His lips left yours and began making their way down to your collarbone.

Your hands made their way into his hair. Grabbing and pulling in every which way.

Finally, after a minute of grabbing and poking your breasts, he pulled your shirt off fully and began to devour them almost immediately. A string of soft moans left your mouth as he became rougher and rougher.

After a moment of this, he moved his face back up to your lips before moving his hands down to your ass and groping that too. (It’s 2 am and I can’t think of any other synonym for whatever he’s doing - bare with me)

“Jump” he murmured.

You did as you were told and jumped up into his arms before he walked the two of you to your bed.

There, he sat you on your knees on the edge of the bed, kissing you while undoing his belt.

Once undone, he pushed his pants down, revealing his erection poking through his boxers, seeking an escape.

“Give me your hand..” he said pulling away. He grabbed your hand, moving it to his erection.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” He whispered in your ear, licking it right after. “For 7 years y/n..”

You moaned at the sound of his words. Ever since your old relationship ended, your confidence level had gone down to rock bottom. You didn’t believe you still had what it took to turn somebody on.

A sudden burst of confidence washed over you and you started to pull his boxers down without warning, allowing his member to bounce out freely.

You were at eye level with it and began to make eye contact him, giving him the big, innocent eyes you knew any man loved.

“Fuck..” he slurred while licking his lips.

After a moment of starring at each other, you broke the silence,

“C..can I suck it?” You borderline begged, assuming Pablo would want to be the Dom in this case.

“..go ahead bebé”

You blushed at his words, immediately putting his head into your mouth. You began to lick the precum up, licking down to his base before moving back up to lubricate him with you saliva.

Finally after a moment you went past the head and got more of his shaft down your throat.

He opened his mouth wide, leaning his neck far, far back while staying stable by holding onto the back of your head.

“Just put it all in already..” he groaned. You did just that, though still not being able to fit the whole thing. You felt his tip grazing your uvula as you tried to push more and more down your throat.

“Aww is this cock to big for your small mouth to handle?” He smirked. Wiping a tear that had formed on your cheek from the lack of air.

You pulled your mouth out fully to get some air but Pablo pulled you up by your underarms so that you were now leveled with him.

You turned your head away and closed your eyes, still trying to catch your breath.

“I didn’t tell you to stop..” he said while moving your head to face him.

“I..I’m sorry Pablo..” you said looking down.

“You stop when I tell you to. You shall obey me” he said firmly, though not yelling.

“I understand..Pablo”

“Do you? Do you? Or are you just saying that so you can relieve the throb and wetness I caused in your tight little pussy?”

You didn’t respond. You thought it would have been better if you just waited it out.

“Answer me!” he spat, pulling you in even closer so your two noses were touching.

“..I do. I promise sir..” you answered.

“Then prove it.” He dropped you suddenly, making your feet hit the hard floor before you got back onto your knees and began sucking again.

You took his tip in quite fast before taking a deep breath and pushing him in as far as you could push. There was still quite a lot of length left so you began to rub and play it the remaining length.

“G..good girl” he groaned, having a tight grip in your hair white thrusting in and out, wanting to cum inside of your mouth.

“Are you going let pablo cum?” He asked, lifting up your chin as he kept you in one spot, deep throating him and this time, all of him went inside of your mouth causing little and loud gags to come out of you.

You nodded your head as much as you could in this position before he started to thrust in and out of you again.

“I..im abou-“ before he could finish, you felt a twitch in your mouth and his cum shot down your throat, holding as much as you could in your mouth before swallowing.

“S..shit” he groaned seeing you all fucked up. Hair messed, Lips puffy, Eyes red, and cum on the area surrounding your lips.

“Open up” he said while whipping the cum off your lips.

You opened your mouth as you were told and stuck your tongue out. He gave s look of approval before shoving the fingers he has whipped your lips with into your mouth so you could lick the remaining cum.

“M..mmm so..o good Pablo..” you said while circling your tongue on the finger pads.

“By the end of this, I will be known as papi to you. You understand.” He asked taking his finger back and lifting you up again.

“Yes Pablo. But you have to make me finish first.” You winked.

“It’s sad you have doubts in me. Maybe after that I won’t even allow you to finish.” He joked, carrying you back onto the bed.

He began to pull down your shorts and underwear, leaving small kisses throughout you skin as he made his way down your body.

“Don’t move.” Is all he said before going into your nightstand drawer, picking out something before coming back over.

“What are you doing pabs?” You asked confused as he had ribbon and scissors in his hand, rather than a condom which was what you expected for him to fish out.

He didn’t respond but rather cut a large piece of ribbon and flipped you over, grabbing your wrists. You felt the ribbon wrap around them tightly, leaving just enough room for circulation to still happen.

Once fully tied in a bow, he got off of you and turned you back over, getting a perfect view of you, naked and helpless. Something the boy dreamt about.

“S..shit y/n. Your so beautiful like this..” he smirked.

You smiled at his words, genuinely appreciating them.

“Just fuck me already.”

“Patience muñeca.” He said before opening your legs, allowing the cold air to reach your core.

You let out a loud whine before feeling him kiss around on the insides of your thighs, moving up, closer and closer to your core. He moved up to your neck and began creating hickeys all on your collarbone and shoulders.

He moved back down to you throbbing pussy.

“Where do you want it bebé?” He asked, moving his hand up to where your pussy was.

“Here.” He started touching your clit, pushing down and circling in figures of eight.

“Or here” he moved his hand down to your hole, spreading the wetness and juice around before putting the tip of his finger at the entrance.

“I..I don..t care p..Pablo” you mumbled as you felt his other hand grip tightly around your hips.

His tongue finally made contact with your clit, circling and sucking on it as you attempted to arch your back, him keeping you in place so you wouldn’t budge.

“P..Pablo” you moaned as his fingers began to circle your hole.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, sending vibrations throughout your body.

“Y..yes. Keep doing that..” you said before he added 2 fingers into your hole, pumping and curling them.

“IYE PABLO” You yelled, completely forgetting you were in a thin walled apartment that noise could be heard through the wall quite easily.

“I want to hear how could I make you feel..” he said removing his lips from your clit, still pumping but even faster.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum” you announced, feeling over the edge finally.

He added back his lips to your clit, sucking while your fingers latched onto the sheets.

“PABLO” You moaned out finally as you reached your high, letting go of the tight knot that had formed inside of your stomach.

Pablo lifted his face away from your core, your juices all on his face and lips.

He climbed over you where you were still recovering and used his thumb to scrap off a bit of it and put it in front of your lips, an opportunity you very happily took, licking with a smile.

“You did so well for me..”

“Can we cut to the chase now..” you said, biting your lip.

“Come here.” He whispered before pulling your head up by the back of your neck to kiss your lips.

After a minute he removed his lips and got off, pulling you over to the edge of the bed, turning you over so you were now on your stomach. He pulled you up by your waist, wrapping his arms around it so you were now on your knees, ass in the air for his view.

“Are gonna be good for me?” He asked, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail.

“Y..yes Pablo”

“Hmmm.” He hummed. “I’ll go slow..”

You felt his tip moving up and down your slit before he finally pushed in slowly. You gasped at the stretch, it being a new and unfamiliar feeling. You hadn’t gone this far with someone in almost 3 or 4 years.

“S..shit” you mumbled under heavy, and deep breaths.

“You’re m..much tighter than a..anticipated.” He groaned.

He finally pushed all the way in, the stretch mixing with pleasure and pain, though mostly pleasure. He began moving slowly and gained speed quite quickly.

The sounds turned you on. The sounds of his groaning and your moaning, him slapping against you, and the heavy breathing that filled the room.

Your chest was against the bed, head turned to one said and arms behind back, still cuffed as Pablo was ramming into you.

“Please..P..Pablo..fuck. H.harder-“ you managed to get out.

He grabbed your wrists, pulling you up so he could whisper into your ear.

“Don’t keep quiet. I wanna hear how needy I make you.” He said before kissing your temple and dropping you back down, continuing to ram into you.

“I…I forgot a c..condom” he laughed.

“It..s okay I’m o..on the p..pill..” you muttered.

“F..for who? It’s not like y..you have a anyone to f-“

“I h..have it f..for ti..times like these.”

“Must’ve been a- f..fuck you keep ti..tightening so per..perfectly around me..” he groaned, gripping your hair so he could hold onto something.

He slapped your ass once then rubbed away the pain after. You whined at the sting it left, though turning you on even more.

“Hmm you like when Pablo slaps your ass, like a bad girl would” he slapped it again and again until both of your cheeks were red with his hand print on them.

“IYE” you said after each slap, still going in and out except you had taken the lead. Pablo had stopped moving leaving you to pound into him for the two of you.

“P..please. Help me cum pa..Pablo”

He began to pound into you again. His balls hitting your clit sending more and more pleasure through your system.

“I..I’m gonna c..cum..” you announced a minute later, your back arching back so far while he was still holding your hair in a scrunch.

“Don’t…” he mumbled, snaking his hands around your throat.

“Pabloooo...” You whined. He was pounding into with no mercy and expected you to just not cum.

“What do we say when we want things..?” Pablo said, slowing down, barley even hitting half way deep inside of you anymore.

“P..please… p..please.” You cried, your tears falling into the duvet. He fully stopped in place, balls deep inside of you, tip grazing your cervix.

“Please to who?” He asked, pulling you up by your hair so your ear was near his mouth.

“P..please papi…” you moaned.

He thrusted once, hard, still not letting go of your hair.

“Please what?” He asked.

“Pl..please fuck me s..so good..papi..” you whimpered.

“That’s what I like to here coming from your whore mouth.” He began to thrust again, speeding up to his old pace.

He dropped you back down before grabbing onto your hips and moving them with his thrusts.

“C..can I c..cum..?” You moaned loudly.

“You may..”

A second later you let out the knot, cumming all on his shaft before you felt him twitch inside of you and finally came.

“P..Pablo…that was s..so good.” You groaned as you were riding out your highs.

He pulled out after a minute and took your hands before untying the knot and letting you become free. He grabbed a towel from your linen closet, whipping each other down before settling into be next to you.

“If I had known you were this tig-” he couldn’t finish his sentence before the bell rang, causing you to shoot up.

“Who is that?” He asked confused.

“I don’t know..?”

The bell rang a couple more times as you began to put on some pants and a shirt that Pablo had grabbed for you from your dresser as your legs had sort of given out.

“BE PATIENT MOTHER FUCKER” you yelled. Your hair was still a mess and you had hickeys all over your body, the ones that Pablo had caused.

You looked through the peep hole to see ANOTHER BLACK SHIRT like you had seen when Pablo had came earlier.

“Fer?” You said confused as you opened the door a crook, just enough for your head to stick out.

“I can’t find pedri..” he yelled kind of aggressively.

“Woah okay calm down…”

“Y/n..whose that?” You heard Pablo call out.

‘Fuck’ you said internally. Cant Pablo take a hint?

“Pablo?” Fer asked confused that he was hearing his voice coming from your house. At this hour especially.

“Why’s Pablo at your house?” Fer continued.

You turned around when you felt his arms on your shoulders to see that he was in only boxers and nothing else.

“Fer?” He asked confused.

“Pablo?” They both starred at each other puzzled to see each other here.

“I didn’t interrupt anything…did i?”

At the same time you both said “no!” In a way that would make anyone aware of the affair.

“Okay well get your shoes on. We need to find Pedri’s likely drunk ass and take him home.”

“Cant you call him to ask where he is?” You asked questingly.

“His phone goes straight to voicemail. Just meet me outside in 5..” is all he said before leaving past the halls to the exit.

“We are definitely busted. Thanks a lot curious george.” You yelled after making sure for and left the building.

“Woah calm down first of all. Second of all, he gave us 5 minutes to get out of our ‘you look like we just had sex’ state so go to whatever while I get a shirt and pants.”

You limped over to the bathroom to comb your hair and to cover up the few hickeys left on your neck before walking over to where gavi was standing, eyeing you up and down as you walked over.

“I still can’t walk that well. My legs are so sore.” You said.

“Just don’t come then. I’ll tell them that you were feeling tired and sore so you didn’t feel like coming.”

“Please do not tell them the sore thing. That’ll confirm we just had sex.”

“Are you ashamed we just fucked..?” Pablo asked walking closer to you as you were sitting on a stool and he was at the door.

“Aye take your shoes off.” You pointed, noticing he had put his shoes back on and not wanting him to ruin your brand new carpet.

“Geez.” Pablo said in a defensive way, holding his hands before kicking them off and running over to you.

“What are yo-“ before you could ask, his lips made contact with your and gave them a quick dominant kiss.

“Just needed to taste those delicious lips one last time before I left.”

-“COME ON. I DONT GOT ALL DAY!”- you heard Fer yelling from outside.

Pablo quickly out his shoes back on before yelling, “I can still taste myself on your tongue.” (These people have no shame for waking up their neighbors 😭)

He closed slammed the door shut and you went back to the bathroom to wash away the makeup you had just added. To be fair, Pablo did do as he said: help you change. You were now in clean and non wet clothes that he had put in you.

You slid back into bed after cleaning the room from pillows being scattered on the floor and the sheet starting to untuck - the room was a mess.

You checked your phone one last time and saw a message in coming from Fer.

“We need to talk about you and Pablo tomorrow morning.”

A/N

Okay so, I wrote this in a span of 4 weeks so it might not all make sense - bare with me. It was either finish it right now or finish it on Wednesday and I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting so here it is. I’m literally so excited cuz I’m going to a Joffrey ballet 🥳 anyways I hope you enjoyed it (cuz I hated it 🤩)

#gavi #smut #gavi smut #pablo gavi #spotify #gavi imagine #gavi fic #fanfic #fiction #fer #drunk pedri #Dom!#sub!reader

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bellascool · 1 year

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Hi ! I love your imagine ! 💓 Can you make a Gavi x reader. Where the reader being criticised by gavi’s fangirls about her physic and that Gavi can find many better girls than her so she stars crying and overthinking about her relationship with him and she thinks to leave but Gavi will arrive and ask her why she cries. Thank you if you’ll do it

Hii, thanks for requesting bae (and thanks for the love <33) 💕

INSECURE

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request on my profile

posted : 18/02/23 (European date)

Being compared and critics are killing you slowly

You grabbed your phone and put it on the dressing table to start a live.

You pressed the live button and made sure there was no filter since you didn't like it.

"Hi everyone, today I'm showing you my makeup routine!" you happily said while putting on your makeup headband

"You look gross without makeup."

"Thanks God she's not going to stay like this. Hopefully makeup will hide your ugliness."

You acted like you didn't read these comments, keeping your smile while you felt a small knot forming in your throat.

"A lot of you guys asked for my routine so here I am!" You started applying cream on your face

"The secret for a smooth skin is hydratation! Make sure to use some cream before doing your makeup and after taking it off."

"Absolutely no one asked but ok sure"

"Your own advice doesn't work on yourself. Your skin is horrible just like your big belly lmao"

You kept on laughing to the other nice comments but you couldn't ignore what they said.

"Are you and Gavi still together?" you read out lout while blending your concealer

"Of course we are! I never loved someone like him and- oh my, I'm so embarrassing" you cut yourself laughing at how easily you could talk about your love for your boyfriend

"Someone tell her to shut the fuck up"

"He could do better tbh. There are a lot of girls way prettier than her who could kill for him"

Your smile faded a little as you started overthinking about that one comment.

It wasn't even a lie. There's so many girls with perfect body, perfect smile, who doesn't need makeup to look like the future miss universe and yet, he still chose you.

You weren't that special, yes you were pretty but compared to all these girls.

Aww man, why can't I be perfect like them too?

"Are you okay? Why did you suddenly stop smiling and talking ?"

"Oh I'm sorry, my ADHD isn't helping me stay focused" you tried to hide your pain with some humor while you just wanted to disappear right now

"And then I add some mascara, I personally use the maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara, best mascara ever!" you said in a fake happy tone

"You look so fake. Gavi is probably dating you to use you for the medias or something."

"I don't understand, Adriana Falco is so much prettier than you. I hope Gavi dumps you for her."

That was it, you had enough, you felt tears forming and didn't wanted to cry in front of everyone like that.

"I'm sorry I gotta go, see ya" you quickly mumbled before ending the live as the tears and pain you held finally left your body

You started to cry harder and harder, remembering all the comments.

It wasn't the first time that people compared you and told you that you didn't deserved a guy like Pablo but you always let it slide and now all the accumulation was bursting out with your tears.

You took your head between your hands as your breath quickened at how hard you were crying, making your shoulders bounce while your whole body was shaking.

Well you knew that you wasn't attractive enough for a handsome boy like Pablo so you tried to hide it with humor.

Maybe you really don't deserve him, I mean, he's pretty, nice, famous, rich, funny, caring while you were quite the opposite.

You didn't even hear the door open and the boy throwing his bag as he rushed to hug you.

"Oh my God, y/n what's wrong?" he was standing next to you who was sitting which means you had your head against his abs, his arms around your shoulders hugging you tightly "I was gone for a hour and you were fine before I left, what happened?" he asked confused

You tried to speak but all you could get out of your mouth were sobs.

Pablo kissed your head as he softly stroked your back to comfort you, understanding that you couldn't speak.

"It doesn't even matter, come here" he gently picked you up bride style and made you lay on your mellow bed, putting the blanker on top of your body

"Wait a second"

He then disappear from the room, leaving you and your thoughts alone, you felt a little better thanks to him but not enough to stop crying.

He came back 2 mins later with a tray full of snacks and his grey sweater that you loved which he did too and never let you steal it from him.

He put the tray on the nightstand next to the bed and came next to you, giving you a small kiss on your wet cheek before handing you the piece of cloth you always wanted.

"Put it on, linda" you did as he asked, you immediately stopped crying as if you were a kid who would stop if you gave him a lollipop

Pablo noticed it too which made him chuckle before going under the blanket, pulling you against his warm body with his arm around your back so you're laying on top of him now.

You wrapped your arms around his torso while he put on your favorite movie.

He looked down at you, putting his hand on your right cheek, softly caressing it before he gave you a little kiss on your lips.

"Better?" he whispered as if he talked too loudly he would hurt you, you hummed in response and watched the start of the movie

"I love you, thanks for taking care of me" you

mumbled against his chest

"I will always take care of my favorite person" he softly smiled, followed by you, loving the nickname he gave you

"Pablo can I ask you something?" you broke the cute moment as you lifted your head to look at him in the eyes

"What is it hermosa?"

"Would you.. I mean do you really think that I'm pretty? Please be honest." you looked away, embarrassed as he was confused

"You're the prettiest girl on earth, of course you are" he said as if it was obvious

"But my body-"

"Your body is perfect the way it is" he cut you off

"There are girls that are prettier with a better body than mine though" you mumbled

He cupped your cheeks with his hands, forcing you to look at him. He had a serious face.

"Y/n I don't care about other girls, I only care about you and I know that you're the prettiest, nicest, most caring person and I have so many words to describe how perfect you are so stop comparing yourself to other girls. And if people try to convince you otherwise then they're jealous because they can't have what you got." he said in a calm yet serious voice

You felt a tear running down your cheek but this time, it was a happy tear.

He wiped it off with his thumb and connected your lips together in a soft and passionate kiss.

The kiss was delicate and you couldn't help but smile against his lips, happy to have him.

When you pulled out, you rested your head against his shoulder as his hands wrapped against your waist, pulling you even closer then you already were, a smile on his face, glad to have you as his girlfriend.

Funny how his words could impact you so much in a positive way.

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grlwithprblms · 1 year

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a night to regret

pablo gavi x reader

wc: 460

warnings: angst, mentions of alcohol and drinking

pablo didn't care, not tonight. maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was his friends getting to his head, maybe it was both.

"you're too young for a girlfriend anyways, you don't want anything serious at this age, you can have any girl in this club" his friends kept saying.

but at this club, right now, the only thing he could remember clearly was your face as he walked away.

lately, things with you weren't at their best, lately you weren't being the best friends you had always been, lately, fights with you actually seemed like the end of your relationship could actually happen. lately, he's starting to think his friends are right, maybe you're both too young for this, maybe you were better off as friends. except, pablo never prepared himself to live a life without you by his side.

he wasn't used to drinking, his job being too physically demanding for it, his vision was blurry and his thoughts didn't make any sense. he just wanted to forget the pain in your face, the pain he caused.

but nothing seemed to work, no number of shots could make him forget the name that was tattoed on his heart.

when he couldn't walk anymore, he decided to leave, ignoring his friends pleads and the girls they picked up for him. he had to apologize, he had to go home to you.

pablo starts calling you, the phone ringing in his ear, waiting for it feels like forever in his drunken state.

"hey, sorry, she fell asleep at my house" - your voice is not the one who greets him, though, but his friend's pedri.

he hangs up immediately. what were you doing at pedri's house? why would you leave your shared home for a man that wasn't him? pablo starts seeing red, his anger and jealousy only increasing as the drinks he had settled on him.

he walks back in as his friends cheer, as soon as pablo sits down a girl is in his lap, if pablo closes his eyes, she feels just like you. her warmth can be a substitute for the cold feeling he felt from your side just now.

he didn't know you were breaking down, otherwise he wouldn't let another girl put his own hands around her. but he wasn't in his best state of mind, so maybe, next time his friends start cheering him on, he'll let himself go.

another shot was placed in front of him, he just wanted to go home to you. but pedri holding you was the only think he could think of.

so pablo took the shot, as the girl starts kissing his neck, seeing the flashes around him a little too late.

fuck, can he take tonight back?

#THIS IS MY FIRST TIME OK #please send feedback #pablo gavi #gavi #gavi x reader #pablo gavi x reader #gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagine #mine #writing #gavi fic #pedri #lol i cant write but i had this idea at work

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mywrittengartgallery · 1 year

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GAVI - Nuage de moka dans la boca

Words : +1,8k

Warning : fluff / slight mature theme (smut)

Summary : Pablo and you had quite the relationship behind locked doors, protected by the comfort of your bedroom. Clearly, Eric didn’t have to know.

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“We just gotta stop by” said Eric as he got out of his car, followed by Gavi and Pedri. The Canarian’s car had decided to not work today, leaving him without any other option than depending on Eric to bring him to practice. Considering that Pablo was Pedro’s passenger princess, he as well had depended on Eric. That’s why the two had to tag along wherever the Barcelonian needed to go. And so, the three barça’s players entered the small café, full of students and young adults.

Eric’s eyes lit up when he saw you, sitting near one of the windows made of stained glass. You were focused, eyes fixed on your computer’s screen, glasses perched at the tip of your nose and hair pulled in a low ponytail. Delicately, your hand would bring your porcelain cup of coffee to your mouth, trying to sip on the fuming hot liquid, but you would back out when you felt the temperature coming from it. The frown that would settle after only brought a laugh out of Eric.

“You shouldn’t be this impatient !” the older exclaimed, sitting down on one of the free chairs at your table. He had a teasing grin playing on his lips only for you to roll your eyes at his annoying behavior.

“Guess I took after mom...” you said, throwing him a fake smile. God, nobody could annoy you as easily as Eric. You had, at some point in your life, thought that his sole purpose in life was to get on your nerves. If that was the case, he was doing a remarkable work at that. He nodded, agreeing with you. “That means I also took after her brain, that’s actually sad for you” you added, wanting to get back at him. The other scoffed, ignoring your glare and toyed with the spoon that the waitress had brought you with your coffee.

The two other Barca’s players were standing next to the sitting Eric, eyeing the scene with an amused glint shining in their eyes. The interactions you had with your brother were the funniest, they thought. The banter you two had oddly reminded Pedri of him and his own brother, how they would rip each other’s head for not closing the door, but would actually donate their kidney in order to save the other’s life. Gavi on the other hand just laughed at it, a sword hanging above his head. God, he had put himself in the worst situation.

Eric had finished being entertained with your golden spoon and wanted to get on your nerves even more. Somehow he got to turn your laptop around, keeping you from typing your essay. You huffed and turned it around, again. But your brother was stubborn, so he gripped the top of it then turned it around again. You cringed when you saw his digits making contact with the screen, now you were more than annoyed. You slapped his hand, quite harshly and turned it around, again, and threw him a glare that left no room for argument. “The sooner you let me finish my conclusion, the sooner we are home...”

Pedri laughed and pushed Eric a little, mentioning to him to calm down and let you work in peace. You looked like you were nearly done and he didn’t want you to delay your work because of the dumbass that your brother was. Especially when you working longer than needed meant Pablo and him standing with aching legs thanks to the lack of chairs available. You thanked the Canarian with a shy smile and went back to your work under the watchful gaze of the Sevillian.

His eyes followed your every moves, entranced by your revealed neck, the soft dip near your collar bone and the soft wild hair caressing your skin right there. A soft smile stretched your lips when your hand made contact with the porcelain cup, cold enough to not burn your fingertips. You brought it to your lips, them stretching around the rounded edge, leaving a light rosy tint on the white matter. And you did all of that while looking like an angel blessed by the gods, bathing in a pool of colors. And the sight felt so oddly familiar to Pablo, it hit too close to home. Swallowing had never felt harder.

The kaleidoscopic piece of lights hitting your face colored your skin with beautiful faint shades of pink, blue, yellow and even purple near your ear. Your eyes were shining under it and it tightened the knot in Pablo’s stomach because that’s close to the picture he had had for himself last night. The window of your bedroom had these pieces of glass hanging in front of it, casting colorful glows in the room right when the sun would begin to set. And he had been there, he had seen it during last night’s sunset, while your lips were red and glossed, your breath uneven while his pants filled the room, sitting on your bed. He knew every corners of your room, the dangling details on your ceiling and the fresco behind your bed. He knew your bare form in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your rooms specificities. He probably could map out the patterns that adorned your carpet, having been focused on it while your naked knees were being roughly scraped by it. And all of these were kept a secret, behind those doors, none of you daring to address the situation publicly. That was what you held hostage in a pandora box where only you and Pablo had the key of.

The warm liquid passed the barrier of your lips, sliding down your throat as you gulped, your neck moving around it, and Pablo’s breath picked up. Damn it, the hormonal teenager that he was couldn’t handle it. It was too much. You were doing innocent things, sipping on a fucking coffee, without even a glint in your eyes that would hint at him that you knew what you were doing. Nothing at all. He was just living in his memories and projecting them onto you, in front of your brother. And that made him so frustrated, and so much more hotter inside, a weird thrill coursing throw his nerves. His mind was surely a little bit fucked up, he was certain of it. Then you put down the cup. If Pablo felt uncomfortable before, thanks to the hot wave washing over him, now he was completely embarrassed by the stiffness his body showed. All of it because of the white cloud of milk taking residency over the corners of your mouth. The pink tip of your tongue poked out of your mouth to lick at the glistening smear. Only, right now your cheeks weren’t flushed, no hair was sticking to your forehead with sweat and he wasn’t hovering over you, meeting your wide eyes with his.

He was far gone and if he hadn’t had the control over his facial features he had at the moment, he was sure Eric would have recognized the thoughts running around his head just like Pedro had apparently done. Because the older had knocked his ankle with he tip of his shoe and had coughed, harder than he normally would. Pablo turned his head, questioning Pedri with his eyes. But the older only shrugged, swallowing a good laugh. Pablo had lied when he had said that this was a secret just between the two of you. He hadn’t been able to keep it away from his best friend, the guilt and the excitement too heavy on his shoulders for him to not share it with someone. Plus, Pedro was the one taking him and bringing him back from your place. It would normally help, the older knowing, because he could help Pablo come up with lies or getting him out of embarrassing situations. However, right now, he was doing the opposite and broke Pablo’s facade who now had a deep blush coloring his cheeks.

“You good Gavi ?” asked Eric when finally, awareness hit him. He was looking at the two midfielders with confusion written on his face, the red hues on Pablo’s skin and the teasing look on Pedri’s part making him feel like he had missed on something. You had looked up at the sound of your lover’s nickname. Now, all eyes were on him and he felt overwhelmed, not sure how to respond to that.

“Of course he is, I just reminded him of something embarrassing he had done, right ?” answered Pedro. And really, Pablo was glad. He nodded, trying by every means to avoid meeting your eyes, rather focusing them on your laptop’s screen.

“Leave the boy alone, he’s just a small baby. We must take care of this innocent child!” and that had you choking on the leftover coffee, not really agreeing with your brother’s words. Now you were the one blushing, trying to regain your breath. “Look at that! Just like, Y/N, a small baby. I should also take care of you...” he said as he handed you a tissue to clean yourself up. Your heart was beating like crazy. Oh, if he knew. If he knew how his small, small sister would let herself be undressed by firm hands, getting on her knees and taste other things than the milk covering the bitter coffee. If he knew Pablo was the other innocent child making see her stars, and forget her own name. Guilt was also taking place in her heart, but she knew the defender wasn’t quite ready to hear that his teammate had stolen his little sister’s heart.

“Let’s get going...” you whispered, standing up, bumping unintentionally on Pablo’s shoulder. His eyes had widened and as you apologized, he could only nod, swallowing the remaining sour taste of embarrassment. God, how much energy Pedro had to put in order to not give it away by laughing at the two youngsters. He really couldn’t understand how Eric was that obvious.

The four of you got out of the small café and went to Eric’s car, Pedro trying to keep the oldest’s attention on him to give you peace. Now, Pablo and you were following them silently, hands sometimes brushing, teasing the skin with grazes of nails. You wanted to hold his, feel the way his fingers would intertwine with yours, a warm palm meeting your cold one. Not now though, it wasn’t the time.

You finally entered the car, Pedro rushing to be at the front, mumbling something about being the second oldest. Not that you minded, you actually liked the idea of being in the back, alone with Pablo while your brother was focused on the road and Pedro’s chatter. And that’s how found yourself sitting a seat apart from your boyfriend, glancing at each other with shy looks. His cheeks hadn’t quite gone back to normal and you loved it. It was so amusing to see the normally hot headed boy being so sensitive about the situation. You were grinning like a fool behind your locks that you had freed from the hair tie. You knew he had a matching one adorning his lips.

To Pablo ♡ :

Don’t worry, the Moka didn’t taste nearly as good as you

☁️

I hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

Don’t be shy and tell me what you thought of it.

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Can you do Gavi and his girl fighting about him being jealous, all that with kissing on the rain and then the best love making ever?

A/N: Happy Monday! Hope you guys like it.

Warning: ⚠️ Smut

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You felt relief as you saw Gavi turn into the street where your house was at. You had been holding your tears in the whole drive home, you felt a knot in your throat and were sure you were going to start bawling if he said anything to you.

You had spent the afternoon with him and his friends, the night turned sour when he accused you of flirting with a man at the restaurant. You had tried to dismiss it but the way he got jealous of everyone always made you mad. Actually it made you more sad than mad because it meant he didn’t trust you.

Gavi pulled the car into the driveway of the home you shared. He turned the car off and you sat there as the rain hit the top of the car.

-Are you okay?- He asked which was all you needed to blow up on him. After all of the things he had said to you now he was wondering if you were okay.

-Don’t talk to me.- You said and as soon as you opened your mouth to talk the tears you had been holding back for the past few minutes came rolling down your face. -Joder.- You yelled as you grabbed your purse and opened the door to your car. You had completely forgotten it was raining and as soon as you stepped out of the car you felt the rain hit your face.

Not even a second behind you Gavi got out of the car and ran towards you. -What’s wrong?- He asked.

-You’re such an idiot. I’m so tired of this Pablo. Always accusing me of flirting with others.-

He stood in front of you with his eyebrows furrowed. -So now it’s my fault?- He asked.

You felt yourself get even more upset as you heard his words. You shook your head. -I’ve never given you an excuse to doubt me so much Pablo. But every time we go out you accuse me of flirting with someone. Fuck it’s getting out of hand and I don’t know if I want to be in a relationship like this.-

You said those last words without giving it much thought about how he would react. But the truth was that you were done. You hated how jealous he got over everyone and honestly sometimes dreaded going out with him.

-So you just want to leave me so you can go and be with who? Which one?- He asked almost defyingly.

You couldn’t tell now if it was tears or rain on your face. Your hair completely drenched from the rain. You closed your eyes and shook your head.

-And yet, you don’t fucking get it, do you Gavira.- You yelled at him as you began to walk towards your front door. He ran behind you and you felt as he pulled you towards me.

-What is there to get? I love you.- He said now a little more calm.

-And you should know I love you too, Pablo. Stop doubting me.-

He took a deep breathe and looked at you with his gorgeous brown eyes on the verge of tears. -I am afraid to lose you. I don’t know what I would do without you and I’m sorry. I know I’m probably pushing you away with my attitude but I can’t help it. I don’t want anyone to take you from me.-

Your eyes met and now the two of you were only inches away from each other. You looked up at him. -I’m all yours, Gavi.-

He lifted you into his arms, you wrapped your legs around him and your lips began to attack each other. You could feel how the fabric of your dress clung onto your body and his hands began to roam. Your kisses deep and passionate.

Your hands went to the back of his head and you pulled his hair causing him to grunt into your kiss. He began to walk into your house with you still in his arms and without breaking your kiss. As soon as he was in the house he walked over to the living room and put you down in front of him.

He stared at you with lustful eyes as the short metallic dress you were wearing now looked almost as if it had been painted on your body. Your nipples showing through the wet fabric. He bit his bottom lip. -You’re unbelievably hot.- He said. You smiled. -And I’m all yours, Gavi.-

He took the dress off of you and immediately took his mouth to your breasts. He took one into his mouth which felt soft and warm. His hands on your ass, kneading it. You threw your head back from the pleasure that his mouth was giving you. Before you could do or say anything else Gavi already had his pants off and his tip was touching your middle as his mouth left soft kisses on your neck.

-Gavi, do it.- You said.

-Do what?- He asked knowing exactly what you were saying. Wanting to hear it from your lips and know he was the only one you said those words to.

-Fuck me, Gavi. Hard.- He smirked at your words and took one of your breasts in his mouth as he pushed himself into you. A moan escaped your mouth as you felt him touch you deeper and deeper.

-Fuck Y/N.- He said in between moans. -I don’t know how much longer I can hold it.- he said causing you to smile.

He was going in rough. His teeth around his bottom lip which was now red. You wondered how it didn’t bleed every time because he was so intense. Every time he pushed in he did it harder. The noise your bodies made when they met each other filled the room.

You grabbed onto his back and pushed him in deeper in you. You bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

-Come for me, Gavi.- You whispered as you began to feel him thrust with more intensity into you. You moaned out his name which just about did it for him. His mouth on your neck as he came and his teeth grasped on to your skin. -I love you.- He said.

He continued to thrust into you for a few more seconds until you felt yourself shake and you came. -Papi.- You yelled which caused him to smile.

-I’m the only one who can make you come like that, aren’t I?-

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officialfics · 1 year

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Can you please do a gavi smut when he and the reader fight over dominance

A/N: I thought I posted this awhile ago, yet here we are. 🤦‍♂️ I’m sorry, I hope you like it.

warnings: smut ⚠️

•••

Gavi had always been the dominant one in your relationship .You hadn’t put much into the thought before, well not before tonight.

You and your boyfriend were walking up the stairs to his flat.

You two had been at an event and had gone heavy on the champagne, so naturally the two of you were a little tipsy.

Making your way up to the last steps, before Gavi fumbles in his pocket looking for his keys and finally unlocks the door.

As he lets the two of you in. Immediately after the door shuts close behind you. You find his hands on you body, his mouth was glued to your neck leaving love marks. As his kisses go further up trying to meet your lips, you stop him. Both hands on his chest you push him back.

He looks at you confused, like a lost puppy with his brown doe eyes.

You start to strip, taking your clothes off and throwing them somewhere in the hallway of his apartment.

You were left in you bra and panties, his eyes admiring the sight in front of him.

-I’m taking the lead tonight- you say with Confidence. Grabbing his hand leading him to the bedroom, he scoffs and a smirk is glued onto his face. As if doubting your abilities. You were determined to be in charge tonight. You were going to show him that you were a whole lot more than what was visible on the outside. His hand still in yours as you lead him up the stairs. His eyes glued onto your ass as you walked up the stairs, he was practically eye-fucking you on the spot with no shame whatsoever. As you walked into the bedroom, you stopped at your tracks causing him to do the same. You turned around and got closer pressing you body against his, feeling his breath on your face, he was still smiling like an idiot. You put your hands on his chest, turned him around and sat him on the bed. you were now kissing his abs lowering down to his v line all while still maintaining eye contact. His breath starts to become heavy as you start to palm his erection, pulling his boxers down. His cock hit his lower stomach and you were admiring the sight in front of you. you took his cock with both hands while you teased the tip with you tongue. Looking up at him while batting you eyelashes, you knew it had an effect on him. -fuck- was all he could mutter while you went down and took him in all the way. You mouth wrapped around his cock, moving up and down as you increased the pace. He started to buck his hips up and moan louder, you knew he was about to come, and so were you. The actions only making you panties wetter by the second.

-I’m close hermosa- he breathes out closing his eyes, until you stopped moving.

-what the fuck- he said. Looking at you confused. you got up and took off your panties and your bra the only thing that was left on you body. -my rules tonight Pablo- you whisper in a sexy tone, you words going straight to his cock. As you walk closer to him and straddle his lap. You pull him into a kiss and start to sink down onto him. Hi grunts at the sudden feeling. his hands go on your sides. Holding you in place as you move up and down. you put your hands on his chest and push him down on his back. - feel good?- you whisper into his ear as you clench around him, making him moan in pleasure. -just like that, I’m gonna come- he pleads eyes closed and head thrown back.

-beg for it Gavira, beg!- you say. fully expecting him to beg you to cum, yet he doesn’t. He only looks at you flabbergasted, as if you just said something so absurd.

In a quick motion he switches you position. Making him on top, just like he likes it.

-I’m not begging you to come Hermosa, that’s your job!- he says as he smashes you lips onto his. Moving his head down to your your core his tongue being dragged up your body. From your core, to your belly button and further up to your breaths as you arch your back. Your hand on you mouth the trying to suppress the moans. He leaves open mouthed kisses while his hands are on you breasts, stroking them making you squirm in pleasure. he lowers his head further, you moan out his name. Why did he always have to be so good?

His hand travels to your clit, rubbings be eight figure and the pleasure is unbeatable

-please Gavi I’m gonna come- you whimper. He smirks and puts one digit in your throbbing core. As you were about to cum he edges you, stopping his movements completely. you groan in annoyance.

He grasps your jaw and kissing you a passionate kiss, pulling away from the kiss and your lips follows his as he backs up.

-beg for it hermorsa, beg for me to make you cum- he says, and you look at him with fucked out eyes. Knowing that you were about to step over your own ego, begging him to let you cum. Letting him the ale the lead like always, so you give in.

-Fuck me. Gavi, hard- not daring to make eye contact as he has just won the bet. He kissed you again holding you jaw in place, making you look at him.

With one hard push he thrusts into your core. Making you scream in pleasure. You wrap your legs around him, as he thrusts into you mercilessly.

-Fuck i’m so fucked- are the only words of which you can utter breathlessly while he pounds you into the mattress

-Yes, yes you are hermosa- he whispers into your ear, his cock hitting deeper in the spot he knew you loved as your back arches feeling a knot form in your stomach, and you came together. Muttering profanities as the orgasm washes over your bodies. He pulls out of you. Laying on his side, pulling you closer to him.

You look at him with sex drunk eyes as you regain you breath.

He kisses your forehead -te quiero- he whispers as you both fall asleep.

A/N: please tell me you thoughts about this one, idk how to feel! My request are open🫶

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pedripepinillo · 1 year

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gavi como tu hermano menor headcanons:

advertencia: lectora fem y aparición de pedri <3

- al principio no lo querías porque pensabas que te iba a robar el cariño de tus padres

- pero aprendiste a quererlo y cuidarlo cuando su primera palabra fue tu nombre <3

- solo le llevas dos años más, así que no están tan separados de edad. tienen muchas cosas en común de hecho :D

- en tu cumpleaños número cinco, él sopló las velitas de tu torta y eso te molestó bastante, tanto que no fuiste capaz de jugar con él por todo el mes.

- gavi siempre fue un niño llorón, cuando entraba en pataletas tus padres nunca sabían como calmarlo

- hasta que se dieron cuenta de que solo contigo podía dejar de llorar. le cantabas una canción de cuna y él inmediatamente dejaba de llorar <3

- al cumplir 12 dejaste de interesarte en las caricaturas, pero a gavi aún continuaban gustándole, así que mirabas la televisión con él y fingías reírte en las escenas donde él se reía solo para hacerlo sentir bien.

- justo en medio de su preparación primaria, a pablo comenzó a interesarle el fútbol

- asi que lo llevabas en tu bicicleta a los entrenamientos cuando tus padres no podían llevarlo, y te quedabas a apoyarlo.

- de hecho, fuiste vos quien lo entró al mundo del juego, cuando fueron a ver un partido y un niño se lesionó, pediste que metieran a tu hermanito.

- ahi fue cuando lo ficharon y el resto es historia.

- esta sumamente agradecido con vos por todo lo que le has enseñado a lo largo de su vida juntos <3

- piensa firmemente que eres la mejor hermana que pudo haber tenido, por eso eres su persona favorita.

- empezaste a trabajar en un laburo cerca de tu casa, y con tu primer sueldo le compraste muchas cosas lindas <33

- cuando empezaste a tener pareja, pablo ya estaba algo grande y consciente.

- él tenía tanto miedo de que un tipo random le robara el cariño de su hermana.

- llevaste a tu primer novio, pedri, a tu casa cuando cumpliste los 16.

- pablo entonces tenía solo 14.

- al principio tu hermanito lo miraba sin confianza y con recelo, le contestaba apenas y le rodaba los ojos cada que pedri le hablaba.

- pero todo cambió de un día para otro, para luego, pedri y tu hermano ya eran mejores amigos.

- así que pablo iba a las citas que tenían, se ponía en medio de los dos para supervisar que no hicieran nada indebido y gritaba con asco cada que se daban un inocente beso.

- mientras crece, se da cuenta de que lo que realmente le apasiona es el fútbol, así que te pide consejos para decirle a sus padres que quería dedicarse a eso, no iría a la universidad.

- lo apoyas en todo, y eso hace que tu hermanito te quería incondicionalmente.

nota: los pedidos siguen abiertos :) este es cortito pero espero les guste :)

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gavisuntiedboot · 8 months

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Just Pretend (Gavi X Reader)

Epilogue

Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, stitches, SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, explicit language, and more that I can't remember.

Word Count: 12.8k (Fun Fact: If you have read all of JP, that's 186 pages single space of reading.)

A/N: Okay y'all, time to finally put this baby to rest. I was going to wait a little bit longer to do this next part, but with Gavi's injury I needed something to keep me off the Emergency Medicine Manual on ear lacerations. And now Joao is here??? It's just the right time. The universe said so.

Gif Credit: @worldcupwinner

Previously on Just Pretend

"She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink.""

"He tried to think of something sad, something painful, anything besides the fact that you were leaning over him, touching him so gently while he was in his boxers."

""Don't you think it's a little desperate of you to take off work for a date?"

You looked up at him seething. He stood with his bag strapped over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, hood up to cover his wet hair. His eyes were stern and cold, the usual fire behind them having died down to leave frigid disgust. You would be lying if you said you didn't know about how the Barca men got rid of their sexual frustrations.

"Oh I'm sorry. Next time, Gavi, I'll be classy like you and have weekly sex in a club bathroom.""

"It broke him to see you like this - shaking and in tears in a club bathroom, while the man you were trying to impress was probably grinding on other girls. Gavi told himself it had nothing to do with you specifically, just fairness. You were objectively a good person, and you deserved to be treated well by everyone around you. He tugged your shoulder, bringing you in for a tight embrace. You tucked your head into his shoulder, allowing your tears to fall more freely now that he couldn't see you. Something in you began to calm. It was like Gavi had flipped a switch."

""You can yell at me all you want. You can be angry at the fact that I care about you. You can punch me," he hit on his chest, "right here if you want to. But I am not a child. Don't refer to me as one. So you can go an be upset and pretend that everything I do is selfish, but you know deep down that no matter how much you push me away, I'm looking out for your best interest." He opened the door and stepped aside.

"Drive safely, doctora.""

""No I'm serious. You were having a panic attack in your car. At least... At least come inside and eat something. Maybe have some tea? Anything. I just... want to make sure that you're okay before you leave me."

With wide eyes, you looked up at Gavi after this statement. His cheeks burned, realizing he had slipped up.

"Leave my house. Just come inside.""

""Can... can we do something? To help me sleep? But then promise you'll forget about it tomorrow?"

Pablo swallowed hard for the nth time that night. He hesitated. There was no way he could promise to forget a single moment of this night with you, but he could control himself from speaking about it, and that was all he really needed to do.

"Anything.""

""Don't leave." He said, voice dry and raspy. You weren't sure if he meant now or the club. You moved your hand to join it with the one on your wrist, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance, as he had done for you.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back.""

""I wish I could go back to then, sometimes."

"Why is that?"

"I had friends back then."

He looked at you in a strange manner, shifting one strand of hair behind your ear.

"Are we not friends, Doctora?"

"For better or worse, you're my best friend, Pablo.""

Gavi's heartstrings were so tight they were ready to snap. He had prayed to hear so many different things from you, but never realized that this recognition, this pride expressed so freely, would be the most meaningful. This was it. This was the moment. Suit on, trophy in hand, this was the moment to express how much needed you in his life in a different way. How much he needed to keep making you proud.

And now, months later...

The rays of early-morning light danced around the disheveled bedroom, bouncing across t-shirts and socks littering the floor and bedside table. They reflected across the buzzing phone screen, emitting a shrill beeping that disrupted the serenity that accompanied this time of the day. Try as he might to shield his ears with the fluff of his 'cuddling pillow', the sound penetrated through, stirring him from dreams of pretty eyes and soft lips. Squinting, the numbers on his screen prompted him to groan, rolling out of his warm sheets and onto the chill of the tile floor, needing to shower and dress before Pedri began his ritual of calling him on repeat until his butt was seated on the plush leather of the newly purchased Lambo.

The steam rippled off his sore muscles, and he lathered his mint-scented shampoo in his hands, Pablo cracked his first smile of the day at the thought of your hands on his shoulders the moment you got to work, or in the calm hours after. The whole house lingered with traces of you, but the bathroom was the worst. He had slowly but surely photographed everything in your own bathroom, replicating your set up in his much more luxurious marble shower. From hair to body to skincare, he had every bottle perfectly arranged for you to use on those days when the shared warmth of Pablo's body against yours was too much to overcome, and he lead you upstairs for a night in his arms. Or even better (and yet also worse), when the two of you remained entangled on what Gavi referred to as the "love sofa", waking up with muscle aches and bad breath, but always with the upmost feelings of content.

Every step of Pablo's morning had slowly but surely started revolving around you. He was floating, weightless in your alluring orbit. Su Sol. Su vida. The deodorant he rolled on was never out of stock under his cabinet, and it never would be since you cuddled into him and said he smelled like the ocean. He had spent his weeks in America (when not bedridden) searching for bottles of 1 million, the cologne that you secretly sprayed on the pillows before bed and onto every item of clothing you 'borrowed'. The hair gel was at the back of the cabinet, fated to collect dust because of a gentle run of your fingers and a whisper that you loved when Pablo was "all soft and fluffy".

And as he slipped on his training shirt, the ringing started. He knew it was Pedri informing him that he was at the door, and he hurried as much as possible, as to prevent the ring tone from driving him to the brink of madness. He scurried down the stairs, careful not to crack his head open while running in socks (well, not to crack it open again). He grabbed his bag from its hook by the door, slipping on his shoes. Before exiting, he looked at the wall beside the door. He ran his fingers up the taped photographs slowly. They dragged across the young faces of his old teammates, over is mother and father and sister on a white-sand beach, dancing past the collection of pictures from the Supercopa and the Ballon D'or, and rested on the only picture frame hanging on the wall. It was one of those tacky pink ones that stores sold on Valentine's day, with AMOR written in chunky red glitter. He was sat on your chair at work, your stethoscope around his neck and you perched in his lap in your red scrubs. His right cheek was smooshed from the force of the kiss you left on it, bright red lipstick already marking his other cheek and his lips. He leaned forward, placing a swift kiss to the cool glass, before running out the door to finally stop the incessant calls.

"You know if you had been three minutes later, we would have had to skip the coffee shop." Pedri said, pulling out before the passenger door was fully shut.

"I would rather walk to training than skip that."

"How much money do you make to be buying your girl a large coffee every morning?"

"I would sell my house to keep buying her coffee in the morning."

The words 'that's a little extreme' stopped on the tip of Pedri's tongue - if Gavi was not going to be extreme in his love, then who would be?

"And finally, Nicolas, we have the physio who will be overseeing much of your work. I'll be introducing you two now."

It was comforting to know that Dr. Gonzalez was just as dry with everyone. The muffled words came with a swift three knocks at the door, and he peaked his head in before you could release the permission from your lips.

"May we enter, Doctora?"

"Yes, of course, Dr. Gonzalez. I have no players on my schedule until 8:30. Please come in, make yourselves comfortable."

He entered with a tall, muscular boy behind him, his dark curls falling in front of his bright blue eyes. His scrubs shirt puckered in the chest area, in danger of bursting due to a deep breath. He shuffled in awkwardly, opting to stand behind Dr. Gonzalez rather than occupy the seat next to him.

"Now, Nicolas. Before you is a shining example of what the individuals in your program are capable of achieving. This is-"

"Oh! You're Doctora Gavira!"

There was a moment of radio silence that circled the room, before you had the courage to whisper out, "...what?"

"Nicolas, don't interrupt." Dr. Gonzalez decided to ignore what the new kid had just called you. "This is Doctora y/n y/l/n, who many people refer to as just Doctora. Please do not do that without her explicit permission. She joined us a little over a year ago from the same program you are in, and has been an effective technician who has brought medical success to the club. Barring any tragedies like pregnancy, she will become the club's Assistant Head of Physiotherapy. Despite your initial examination being slightly more disappointing than hers, we believe you can excel under her mentorship. You will be fired upon her first complaint. I'll leave you two alone now to be acquainted. Doctora, please allow him to shadow you through the medical examinations happening today. Thank you both."

Nicolas sat in shock at all the insults that had just been so casually shot through him while you smiled sweetly and waived your boss out the door. As soon as the click of the door was heard, your smile dropped and you were leaning menacingly over the desk.

"Okay, confess right now or lose your job: who told you to call me Doctora Gavira"

"What? I- no one! Are you not married to Gavi?"

"Where would you get that idea?" You asked while sitting back down, the visible tremble in the boy before you extinguishing the anger within you.

"Well, I walked into work this morning and you were getting out of your car and I was saying hey to Ronald who I met during my interview and I said 'oh who is that she's really cute' and he was like 'oh that's the Doctora and you should be careful saying stuff about her because she's Gavi's girl and he will rip your throat out and then she will sew it back into your body' and so after that I just assumed you were his wife because like footballers aren't usually that serious about their girlfriends and I follow a bunch of Gavi fan accounts and none even said that you were his girlfriend because there's this other girl who is actually kind of awful-"

His tangent was only interrupted by a soft knocking at your office door. You yelled for whatever angel to enter, grateful from the save from the worst verbal diarrhea you had seen in years. And it was the sweetest angel of all who poked his head through the door, hair freshly washed and frizzing slightly in the August humidity. He held a large chilled coffee in one hand, using the free one to rest his weight on the back of your chair. He leaned down to complete his routine with a good morning kiss, but the look you gave Pablo over the rim of your glasses made him hesitate. It was then that he noticed the individual sat across from you. Locking eyes with him, Pablo opted for a kiss on the crown of your head, muttering a gentle “Bon día, mi doctora.”

Nicolas' eyes followed the way your hand smoothed over Gavi's bicep in the most obvious way possible, and it had the young Sevillano tensing.

"Pablo," you started before he could come up with his own conclusions, "meet Nicolas. He's going to be training under me for his work placement."

"Nice to meet you, Pablo!" Shooting up out of his chair, he extended a sweaty handshake that was left hanging in the air.

"Gavi."

"Huh?"

"Call me Gavi."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought because-"

"You want to call me the same name my girlfriend does?" A smile played across Pablo's lips: he was obviously joking, but the intern before him shook like a leaf and sweat bullets, hand still frozen in the air. Letting out a soft laugh, Pablo took his hand, embracing the new intern and reassuring him that he wasn't about to be slaughtered.

"All the boys call me Gavi - don't want you to feel out of place. Welcome to the club. You have the best teacher - I would know."

"Right! Because she's you're girlfriend!"

"Because she's the physiotherapist that's been working on me for the last year..."

Silence once again.

"Nicolas, maybe you should go watch the warmups. I'll be out in a few minutes. Field is out the door to your left."

The boy sent you a look of gratitude to be freed from ... whatever that was. He all but ran out the door, leaving it slightly ajar as Pablo watched him turn the corner, finally having enough privacy to capture you in the delicate kiss he had been waiting for since he saw you a mere 10 hours ago.

"Bon dia, Pablito. Did you sleep well?"

"Not as well as when you're next to me."

Despite asking the same question for weeks on end, he always gave the same answer. It was about a month into the two of you officially dating when he asked you to move into his place. Of course you vehemently declined, citing reasons such as not being able to break your lease and not wanting to intrude on his space. But deep down there was the unspoken truth. Every day you held your breath waiting for Pablo's answer to change. To tell you that he had slept just fine on his own, and that he may sleep even better beside someone else. The day had yet to come, and a small part of you dared to hope it never would.

"That sounds rough. Any way I can make it up to you for going home?"

"Here? In your office? I mean if you insist..."

You smacked him playfully on the arm as both of your giggled filled your office space. Pablo was acutely aware of the fact that every time he spoke to you about the subject, it was in vague terms and half truths. Pablo wanted you to move in more than he wanted almost anything else. In his mind it was the perfect scenario: he would wake up with you enveloped by his arms, breathing rhythmically against his skin. You would get into the shower, hot water rolling down your spine as he laid out your scrubs (the red and black ones were his favorites). He would make you a coffee on the ridiculously expensive espresso machine that would be arriving in 7-14 business days - right after your school and work joint evaluation. The drive to work would be filled with soft melodies and hushed conversations. The drive home would be more vibrant, with Pablito on the AUX and the windows rolled down. And then he would get to come home and help you make dinner, trying not to burn or spill as he set two porcelain dining bowls on the coffee table, under the watchful, scowling eyes of the two of you frozen in a photo. Then he would lay his head back on the couch, his chin on your crown, running his fingers up and down your back to trace your spine. The TV would be playing reruns of the same show for the thousandth time, but it didn't matter. It was the best possible feeling Pablo knew: familiarity.

It was hard being a generational talent. Sure, it came with tons of admiration and praise, but it was also riddled with constant change. Changing your hometown for a big new city. Trading your neighborhood full of friends for an academy of classmates, who you were always reminded were your competition. Exchanging hugs from mom and home-cooked meals with yelled instructions and drills in the rain. Even now, after years of playing with the first team and reaping the success, Pablo couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to stay in one city all the time, taking one set of roads that he could memorize.

But now he had you. And not in the same way as before. In a sense, he always had you. No matter how much you were irritated with the boy, you were always a phone call away. You were always ready to help heal his ailments, despite the eye-rolls that came with it. And when he had come to you at his most vulnerable, trembling hands and open heart, you had been as you always were: ready to take him as he was and treat him with delicacy and love.

No matter where Gavi went, there was still something familiar with him. When he was on a red-eye to Madrid, he could lead against the curve of your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair and feeling the warmth of your skin. On a tiring night after training, he could always come home and be beside you, tracing the curves of your body that he had memorized, every mark and dip on your skin a landmark that reminded him he was home. The sound of your voice was melodic and soothing, and he could never get enough of the way you said his name.

"Mi Pablito."

Now was no different. The sound of your scrubs shifting, the chill of your coffee against his palm, the way your lips moved against his, so soft with delicate pressure - all of it he already knew, and that was the best part.

"Are you going to come over tonight?"

He always asked. Again, he knew the answer was going to be a huff followed by a shy 'of course', and yet he asked anyways. He loved the stability and the routine. He loved hearing you say that he was the person you preferred to spend your time with.

"Mm of course, mi Pablito. But I might be a little late. I have a lot of paperwork."

"Late? As in, you wouldn't go home with me?" Pablo's pout was adorable, puffy and pink and complemented by his beautiful brown eyes that reflected the fluorescent lights.

"I'm going to try my best not to be here too long, but it's looking like I'm going to be a while. I have to finish the reports about your improvement over the last year for my evaluation next week, do the medical examinations for the new first team members, and now I have this new kid Nicolas."

"First team players? Iñigo and Oriol finished their exams weeks ago. Besides, tomorrow is deadline day. Why would they leave the medical exams until now." Pablo was already stripping off his shirt and laying in your table, ready for you to help with his persistent back pain. You had initially thought he was lying, searching for any reason to have your hands on him during business hours. But then you actually felt his latissimus and erector spinae, and they were so tensed that for a moment you thought about injecting a relaxer into his lower back. So every morning he came in for tension relief at your magical fingertips. But the coos of "aw poor baby" and you leaned over him for half an hour every morning was definitely not going to illicit any complaints.

"Oh, well, there's still more medical procedures to be done. Fermin and Lamine have to be re-examined since Luca forgot tests 12.4 and 17.1. And Joao needs to get his examination." You placed your hands on Pablo's back, apologizing softly for how cold they were. Your first session after the two of you had gotten together, he threatened to burn every latex glove in the club. He hated the way they felt, and now that he was having a lot of skin-to-skin time, he felt that the gloves were pointless.

"Oh, I forgot that Cancelo had flown in. He's going to do wonders for our defense. Just like you're doing wonders for my back, mi amor." He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, breathing deeply and focusing on the feeling of your fingertips. Looking over your shoulder, you ensured the hallway was empty before leaning down to kiss the gentle dip where his spine was. It released a little giggle from Pablo, who tutted and said that you were trouble.

"Just relax. You think I would ever get you in trouble?"

"Oh I was in trouble the first moment that I saw you, mi Doctora."

Before you could respond, your office door swung open, and Nicolas' worried face was staring back at you.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Doctora!! I should have knocked! I didn't realize you were... occupied."

"Why did you pause before- you know what, I don't want to know. What's up Nicolas?"

"Mister Xavi wanted me to tell you that Joao is here on the field, and that he should be examined as soon as possible so he can join the morning training."

Your fingers stilled and your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Gavi felt your shift but remained silent. When the two of you first started dating, he had been very protective, borderline your official spokesperson in the club. He would tell the other players you couldn't meet with them when he knew you had paperwork, and would react harshly to those who questioned your medical decisions. It had gotten you reprimanded by Dr. G, who had reminded you that your relationship should not interfere with your work. And you didn't need to be a genius to know that the players being too intimidated to get physiotherapy was 'interference with work'.

"I had him on the schedule for later this afternoon. I guess Mister wants him training earlier. I have 10 minutes left with Gavi, and then we'll both be out on the practice field."

Just as Gavi's eyes began to droop and his muscles relaxed enough for him to drift into a peaceful sleep, you were by his ear whispering for him to wake up.

"Come on, mi campeon - you have to go to training."

"Mm I don't want to," he mumbled as he rolled over, abs on display as he smiled up at you. "It's so nice and comfortable here."

You rested your hands on his hips, tracing them slowly up his slow stomach, leaving a trail of heat in your path. They continued upward until your palms lay flat on his pecs, and you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Stay here then. Take a little nap while I finish the medicals. In the meantime, they'll have Fermin take your place, and then he'll win the Golden Boy next year, and maybe he'll fall in love with his physio on the sidelines..."

"Ah yes, I can see it now," he said, "the beautiful story between Fermin and his physio... Nicolas."

You both burst out laughing at the mental image of the tall Nicolas sweeping Fermin into a homoerotic, Mbappe-Giroud embrace after he scored a goal. You walked over to the chair, tossing Gavi his training shirt and watching it slip back over the defined, rippling muscle, remaining taunt against his biceps. He opened the door for you, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the field. The 9am sun was beaming on the late August grass, reflecting the dew on the grass and the beads of sweat glistening on the boys that were running laps and stretching (some better than others - you made a mental note of who you would probably be seeing later). Pablo shot you a quick wink before scurrying off towards his peers.

"Bon dia, Doctora!" The yell came from across the pitch, and was accompanied by the excited waves from Fermin and Balde, who were having the time of their lives making fun of their whipped friend. Pedri had been part of that group initially, joining in on the taunting before games about how he was looking for injuries just to have her run onto the field. He had lingered with the other boys in the locker room to point out any bruises or scratches that Pablo had acquired, teasing him about 'finally getting some'. But since you had become best friends with his crush/ nemesis, it had become a lot harder to make fun of the younger boy without repercussions.

The older players had been overjoyed for the two of you, especially uncle Lewy. His bond with Gavi was special to him, and far surpassed just their relationship on the field. He saw his younger self in Pablo, and couldn't help the feeling he got watching the boy fall in love. The way that Gavi was fiercely protective of you, so excited to watch you shine, reminded him of Anna and all the light she brought to his life. It was a sight that made everyone's chest swell - watching the two of you interlock fingers and walk to your car every evening, smiling sweetly and leaning against each other. Robert hoped that the happiness Gavi felt was lifelong.

"Bon dia, Mister." You approached the coach and he met you with a smile and a clap on the shoulder.

"Doctora, always a good morning when we have you with us during practice."

"I'm flattered, coach. I heard from Nicolas that you wanted me to do Joao's medical now? I was scheduled to oversee morning practice and complete his medical this afternoon. Has there been a change in what needs to be done today so I can adjust the schedule?" You asked, watching the players do their drills.

"Oh, I guess we didn't send out a memo. Not surprising, because the deal was finalized last night. You're correct, Cancelo is going to arrive within the hour and be examined in the afternoon. However, Joao had already arrived and is currently changing. I think his exam should go quickly, given that you can work off of his previous La Liga paperwork, which should be in your email. I would really appreciate if you could complete it now so that he can join the second half of this morning's training."

If the confusion wasn't evident across your face, you decided to vocalize it.

"Sorry, Mister, but isn't Cancelo Joao? Is there something I'm missing?"

"Oh," he laughed out, "my apologies. I announced it before warm-ups began, but you were still in your morning session with Gavi. The club has secured a loan deal for this season for Joao Felix from Atletico. He should be waiting for you in the hall by your office."

Gavi watched the color drain from your face from across the field, and you couldn't help the feeling of anxiety that flooded your system. If you hadn't heard the announcement, then neither had Pablo, and given your track record with Felix, you knew that it wasn't going to be his favorite news.

"Ah, that's great news!" You tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "I just need to get Nicolas so he can shadow me and give the boys some stretch instructions before you get started with the team drills. Do you mind?" Xavi indicated for you to step on the field, and you all but sprinted over to Gavi and his teammates. Nicolas stood there, trying his best not to die of anxiety while chatting with the players and taking notes on the specific stretches that each one of them has been assigned by you.

"Hi Doctora." The greeting came from Ferran, who, after several weeks of therapy, had reached out to you to apologize for his behavior. He was keeping his relationship professional, and the personal growth you had seen was surprising. It didn't erase the hurt he had caused you, but allowed you to work with him without wanting to punch him in the face. Maybe after some more time (and therapy), you could be as friendly with him as the boys were.

"Hi Ferran. Looking good, boys. Pedri, that right hamstring needs more work." You quickly shot out, receiving a sigh as he worked out his leg for the third time. The rest of the boys looked like they were ready to engage in small-talk, but you beat them to it.

"So, are you guys excited about the new signings coming in today?" You asked, bouncing on one leg to the other.

"Very. I think Felix is going to be a fantastic contribution to the last third of the field. Will really help our attacking power." Pedri said absent-mindedly, grimacing at the effort necessary to help release the tension in his thigh.

"Felix?" Gavi was obviously confused, eyebrows stitching together, making him look even more angry bird-like than usual.

"Oh, right, you weren't here." Fermin said, turning to his childhood friend. "They finalized Joao Felix. He's arriving today and training with us after his medical exam."

"Which I'm about to go do right now." You added on quickly, hoping to rip off the Band-Aid.

"You're going to be alone with Felix?" Gavi asked in what was probably a louder tone than intended. Pablo would never describe himself with the word 'jealous'. Why would he be? He knew what he brought to the table. He was cute, successful, and was absolutely head-over-heels in love with you in a way that bordered obsession. He knew that the Portuguese playboy had nothing on him in that respect. But whenever he thought back to the stories you had told him about your first meeting with Felix, or back to the Ballon D'or when he had so effortlessly wrapped himself around you, it made the bile rise in his throat.

"Well," you tried to ignore the looks of the players around you, with their ears pricked up and waiting waiting with baited breath for your response. "Not alone. Nicolas is going to be there."

Silence. A beat passed. The another. Then another and another until the silence grew almost unbearable.

"Alright, mi Doctora. See you during the break, then." Pablo's soft eyes reached yours, and you unexpectedly found not a singular trace of negative feeling. Not one heat flare of jealousy or anger crossed his features, and it was borderline unsettling.

Pablo's eyes remained trained on you as you re-emerged, Nicolas to your left and Joao flanking the right. The three of you spoke freely and lightly, and Gavi strained his ears to try and listen in on what had the trio giggling. As Nicolas departed to report back to Dr. G, you continued towards Pablo with Joao by your side.

"I know you two have met and shoved each other many times," You said, extending your hand to help pull Pablo to his feet. "But I thought it was time to introduce the two of you on friendly terms. Pablo, this is Joao Felix, our new striker. And Joao this is Gavi, our brilliant golden boy midfielder and," you waved at him to lean in closer, "my brilliant boyfriend." The wink you shot him had Pablo blushing like a schoolgirl, and Joao clapped him on the shoulder affectionately.

"Ay, look at that. Always the winner, irmao. The doutora was actually a big part in helping me come to the club of my dreams, so I'm really thankful for her."

"Really?" Pablo questioned.

"Remember? I told you I was reviewing his health profile. We did it together actually when I was over for-"

"For when Aurora was in town. You're right."

You left the boys shortly after, sitting at your desk anxiously. You knew that Gavi's reaction was... uncharacteristic at best. He had been very unhappy when he found out that you were reviewing his file for a transfer. Help was also a relative term...

"Mi vida, you can't be serious!"

"Pablo, they didn't ask me for my personal opinion on the matter. They sent me the medical profile of a player for a injury probability analysis and fitness examination. They didn't even include his full name."

"Right. J. F. from Atletico Madrid. What a mystery!"

Pablo flopped onto the bed, arms crossed and pouting as he got under the covers. He looked down at his lap, praying that you didn't use the J-word. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. Feelings like jealousy and insecurity never found their way into his system. But he just... didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that someone was walking around thinking about you in a sinful manner. He replayed over and over in his head your account of the first time you had met 'Portugal boy'. How he 'hoped to see more of you'. Sick bastard. Your sweet, innocent mind had let the comment slide quickly, interpreting it as him wanting to see you around. But Pablo, who had spent the last year of his life trying to protect you from creeps and weirdos (his colleagues), he looked into it more deeply. See more of you meant see more of you, aka your body. Now Pablo was in bed seething at his own theories. Of Joao flirting with you, getting you alone, getting hard from your gentle touches as you simply did you job, and then...

"No. I don't like it. Just lie and say that he's too mentally ill for the club. We already have Ferran and Pedri - the club therapists are overworked." He pulled the covers up to his chin and turned his back to you, and you could tell that he was genuinely distressed. You crawled under the covers as well, your nightgown shifting up around your legs.

"Aw, lito, come here." You slid into the space behind him, tugging on his arm lightly to get him to unravel. He let himself go slack, allowing you to pull him into you. You turned him to lay on your chest, shell of his ear tuned into the rhythmic breathing of your heart. You pulled his arm around your waist, and he couldn't resist the urge to cuddle closer into you. One hand came up to gently rake your nails through his soft locks. The pressure of your lips on his crown allowed him to release a shaky breath. "Talk to me."

"I just... I don't know. When you bring him up it just turns my stomach." The pout could be heard in his voice as he brought the rest of his body into your side.

"Are you jealous?"

"No of course not." He breathed out all at once. "I would like to think our relationship is stronger than your old celebrity crush working with you." He felt the vibration of your chest as you giggled, and it lightened up the heavy feeling in his core. "But it just... doesn't feel good. Knowing there's someone else who wants you and gets to be so close to you."

You refrained from telling Pablo that was the literal definition of jealousy. And simultaneously, he refrained from telling you that a small, very very tiny part of his brain wasn't sure that you wouldn't leave him for Joao. The man was beautiful, there was absolutely no denying it, and had experience being in a long term committed relationship. It certainly didn't help that Joao was two years your senior. Pablo's insecurity around his age fluctuated in intensity, but was persistently present. It had gotten worse the more strangers found out about your relationship. When he told his friends back in Sevilla, he was met with wolf whistles and encouragement to 'improve quickly' before you left for someone more 'experienced'.

And now Pablo's brain was moving rapidly, thinking about all the small jabs his friends had made about your sexual life. "Just make sure she isn't faking it." That particular one had come from Pedri of all people, who rapidly realized his attempt at a harmless joke had sent the younger boy spiraling. Were you faking? Did you want someone who had slept with more women? Were your instructions about where he should move or how hard he should go normal? Or was that a product of sleeping with someone freshly 19?

"Do you wish I was older?"

Pablo had asked this question often, but always got the same answer. He always got the reassurance that you knew he needed in difficult moments.

"Of course not, Pablo. I don't wish anything about you, or about us, was different. Except maybe I wish we would have gotten together sooner." You punctuated the sentiment with another soft kiss to his head, cradling him close to your chest. He didn't relax this time, however. He followed up with a question that had been plaguing him since the two of you got together, but that he never had the courage to know the answer to.

"Do you... wish I was better at sex?"

You were frozen as Pablo buried his burning cheeks into your side, embarrassed by the way he had decided to phrase his query. You brought your hand up to grasp his chin and turn him to meet your eyes.

"Why would you ask that?"

"I don't know, it's just... something I've been thinking about."

"Has the sex not been good for you?"

"No! No of course not," he sat up on one elbow, trying to quickly remedy the situation so that you both wouldn't stay up until the early hours riddled with anxiety.

"I've just been thinking because... well one time me and the boys were talking..."

"Oh no here we go."

"And Pedri mentioned how it kind of takes a long time to get girls to finish."

"Mhm..."

"And then Fermin agreed."

"I can't believe you guys had this discussion in front of baby Fermin." You clasped a hand over your mouth.

"He's older than I am and that's not the point. Focus, mi doctora. So they were talking about things to make a girl finish faster and naturally I was confused because you don't take that long to finish."

"Pablo please tell me you didn't-"

"I obviously didn't say 'oh my girl cums in under 5 minutes', but I just disagreed with them." Your head was in your hands as he continued his story.

"So then they were like no no it takes forever, especially the first time. And I said that the last time I had sex with a new girl, it only took me like 10 minutes." You were bright red, unable to respond to the news that the team was hearing how long your average orgasm took.

"And then Pedri said that you might be faking it and that's why it didn't take a long time. And then I asked why a girl would fake it and he said because when the guy can't lay pipe well the girl gets bored and fakes it so the sex can end faster. And I know that I really like having sex with you but I don't know if you like having sex with me so-"

You interrupted Pablo by grabbing his chin and pulling him towards you, kissing his pouting lips mid sentence. It was too much - too adorable for you to control yourself.

"Pablito, I love you." You held his face in your hands, just watching the way his beautiful eyes reflected the low light of the bedside lamp.

"It's okay, you can tell me if I'm bad." He said softly, genuinely waiting for his feelings to be hurt.

"You're not bad, Pablo. Not even close. You're actually... okay don't start dancing when I say this but you're the best sex I've ever had."

You could feel the blood pool to his cheeks and the muscles tense to repress a smile.

"Is that so? Please feel free to elaborate." You rolled your eyes, knowing you were feeding his ego, but knowing he probably needed it in that moment.

"I've had sex with other people and none of them... well they never got me to finish, you know? I didn't even think I could finish during sex before you."

Pablo's head dripped to rest against your chest, face nestled in the valley of your breasts, breath labored against you. Your words were most certainly turning him on. He brought his hands to your thighs, playing with the hem of your satin slip, and you knew you were not going to be sleeping for the foreseeable future.

"Can you... can you keep talking, mi amor?" Who were you to deny your baby?

"You know it's not just the way you move your hands," you started as the material began to rise up your legs. "It's just you, Pablo. Just the thought of you gets me ... soaking." He let out a strangled moan against you, your words obviously having the desired effect.

"Sometimes I see you when we're at work, licking your lips or wiping your sweat with the hem of your shirt and I have to look away because otherwise," You stopped to let out a shaky breath as his hands rested on your hips, fingers ghosting the hem of your dampening panties.

"Otherwise I would have to lock my office door for a suspicious amount of time."

It was your turn to moan softly as he started kissing down your sternum, hands also moving your panties down to expose you to the cool air and Pablo's hungry eyes.

"Have you," he paused to kiss your ankle, the charm that hung there teasing him. He had seen it after your first night together, the blank tag hanging on the interlocking chain. He had stolen it one day after you look it off to shower, getting a stethoscope engraved into one side and a football onto the other. His favorite sight was to watch it dangle by his ear.

"Have you... ever," another kiss, up by your knee, "thought about me," kissed to your inner thigh now, "when you..." he trained off, hands reaching up to gentle massage your boobs while he centered his face, labored breathing hitting your soaking pussy.

"Yeah..." you breathed out, almost to the point of vibrating when he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Tell me about it." He said, looking up through gorgeous lashes as he poked his tongue out, the tip teasing your clit in soft, delicate kitten licks.

"There was this one time... before we," you moved a hand to your breast, placing it over his. You needed the contact, needed more of Pablo. "Before we got together."

"Oh?" His verbal response was short, but the admission made him use the rest of his tongue, still licking slowly and deliberately, but now capturing more of you with his perfect mouth.

"I was watching you in- ah - in a match," he moved his hand off your chest to lace his fingers with yours. "And you wiped your brow with the hem of your shirt and- ah fuck Pablo." He was now flattening the length of his tongue against you, the soft pressure making you want to buck your hips up into his gorgeous face.

"I really want to hear this story, mi sol. So if I need to stop.."

"No!" You said while shooting up, tightening your hold on his hand. He resumed his pleasurable ministrations and you tried your hardest to form words.

"I saw the bottom of your abs and thought about what it would b-be like if I was on top of you..." He was getting more deliberate now, moving his tongue in figures and slipping it into you occasionally, which made your back arch off the mattress.

"And then you- fuck! You spit on the field and I just.. I.. I had to...Pablo fuck I can't!"

Your eyes were shut now, unable to do anything but whine as Pablo sucked on your clit, rolling it in his mouth before releasing it and fucking you slowly with his tongue. He pulled away completely, kissing you once before he came up to meet you at eye level.

"What did you do, mi amor?"

His eyes were looking at yours with such a delicateness that you almost came on the spot. He looked at your swollen lips, your blown out pupils, the way your chest heaved, and he was ready to pledge his life to worshipping you. He looked at you the way people looked at paintings of angels: in admiration of a beauty too great to be human. He kissed you slowly and deeply, fingers circling your slick entrance.

"It's okay, tell me."

"I... I got off on my couch to the thought of you spitting on me. Or, doing anything to me actually. You don't understand how much I love you, Pablo. Everything you do sets me on fire."

With that, he captured your lips again, swallowing the high pitched whine he elicited by slipping in his fingers. He pumped you slow and hard, making sure to feel every ridge within you, taking his time to find that one magic spot that would return the angel underneath him to heaven.

"I love you more, mi vida." He brought his lips down to your neck, kissing you sweetly, before moving his lips to join his hands. Suddenly it was all too much. His plump and swollen lips sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pumped in and out of you and a merciless pace, and moments later you were grinding onto his face, cutting off his air, and whimpering out how much you loved him and how good he was to you. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your body arched so far off the mattress you were sure you were floating. When you came down from your high and regained your vision, you brought Gavi up to you, kissing him passionately.

"You're amazing, Pablo. You're always so good to me. So, so good I love you."

"Yeah?" He was leaning over you now, watching you fight sleep while recovering from the power of the climax you had just reached. He kissed your neck sweetly, sucking gently on your throat to leave a beautiful bruise at the base - enough to be visible the next day, but not dark enough to where it couldn't be covered with some makeup.

"Yeah. You're so good, Pablo." You ran your fingers through his hair for the millionth time, keeping him pressed against you, the electricity running through you. You moved one hand down to Pablo's boxers, rubbing his weeping member over his boxers, making his movements falter. His breathing was heavy against you, and you felt his hips move to rut against your palm.

"If you're tired," he panted out, "we... we can stop. I don't want you-"

"No," you moved to sit up, pushing Pablo's shoulders so that your positions were reversed, with his back against the headboard and you straddling his hips. You moved down, lips on his pulse point while your hands helped him removed the boxers caging him in.

"I want to make you feel good, mi Pablito. Let me show you how good you are."

Your naked pussy, still slick from your arousal and Pablo's spit, moved against his leaking cock, the friction driving both of you crazy. You continued to suck on his neck, moving from behind his ear down to his collarbone, and making your way back up to his Adam's apple. It was romantic and slow and sensual, the way his shaft rocked back and forth between your lips.

"Mi amor, so good, I- fuck." It was his turn to be left speechless as you slowly seated yourself on the tip of his dick. Your forehead was pressed against his, and he opened his eyes to gaze into yours as you seated yourself fully. Hands met his hard chest as you struggled to breathe, the stretch too pleasurable for you to want to move an inch. Grabbing at your thighs and leaning back against the headboard, Pablo began lifting you up and fucking into you, slow and hard and deep. He was in 7th heaven, watching the way your eyes watered from the overwhelming feeling of being so full.

"You're so good lito - the best. Fuck, fuck, no one can fuck me like you can."

"Ay mi amor," he sped up, the praise going straight to his libido, "going to cum."

"Cum inside me. Please, Pablo. I'm yours. Make me yours."

He encircled the back of your neck and brought your lips together in a harsh clash of tongue and teeth as he came, moaning into your mouth. He brought a hand down to finish you off as well, forcing his eyes open to capture yours screwing shut in pleasure.

As the two of you laid down for bed, exhausted and ready for sleep, Pablo took his normal place on your chest, bringing up your leg over his waist. He loved to be this close to you.

"So, lito, you think those were real?"

"Your words can lie, mi Doctora, but you of all people should know that you can't fake that death grip. That was definitely real."

It had been a week since then, and the new season was three games deep. Gavi had his insecurities quelled slightly by your consistent affections (and after ensuring he could make you cum), but it didn't make him like Joao any more than before. He still harbored negative feelings towards the Portuguese player. To the other club members, it was understood that Gavi was upset over his childhood friend Ansu being replaced. But to you and his closest friends? It was evident that he wasn't happy with the immediate comfort Joao felt towards you.

"Good morning, doutora! Thank you so much for that late night session - you really worked out my thighs like magic."

"Oh, are you coming out with us to the club? You should - I want to see how you look when you're not all professional."

"The boys from Chelsea say Hi, doutora. They're all telling me how lucky I am to be working under you."

All these comments had gotten under Gavi's skin in the days they were training, and today was no different. While Gavi was running drills, Joao found you on the side of the field and began a conversation with you about F1.

"Oh yeah, it sucks sometimes, but I can't be anything other than a Ferrari fan. I was able to get Pablo into it as well because of the Netflix show."

"Oh, is he also a Ferrari boy?"

"Oh, well he is, but I think he just does that for me. He's secretly rooting for Hamilton every race."

And despite not knowing the topic of the conversation, it absolutely boiled Gavi's blood to watch you talk and laugh so freely with this man who so obviously wants you. His frustration came out on the field, gaining him swift corrections from Xavi to think with his brain and not whatever was angering him at that current moment. When training concluded, he stood near Joao in the locker room, listening to his conversation with Cancelo and Ferran. When the Portugese boy noticed the small Spaniard's stare, he turned to him.

"Great job in training today, Pablo."

"Gavi. Only my parents and my girlfriend call me Pablo."

"Ay, sorry, Gavi. Must have gotten confused after taking to y/n."

"Are you trying to fuck my girlfriend?"

The question sent a shock around the locker room, and suddenly, there was silence. Everyone waited with baited breath to hear the response to the question and the subsequent aftermath.

"What?"

"You have like forty guys on this team that you could be working to get closer to and yet at every opportunity you're beside my girlfriend. So, are you trying to fuck her?"

"No, of course not! I-"

"Then what are you doing?" Pablo knew he was making a scene and that he would be told off for it later, but at the present he didn't care. All he wanted was to understand the plot of his new teammate and potentially his girlfriend's new man.

"Gavi, can we step outside?" Joao's maturity was showing in this moment. He was not about to start a scene two days before he was meant to step on the grass of one of the best clubs in the world. Gavi angrily followed him out of the locker room, prepared to throw insults or punches: whatever the situation called for.

"Okay, Gavi. I'm going to be honest with you because we're teammates and I think we could end up being friends. And because I feel like there's no point in lying. When I first met your girl in London, I thought she was gorgeous."

"I don't know why you thought this would help you build a friendship with me." Gavi deadpanned, anger rising to his throat. His new teammate had 30 more seconds before he lost it completely.

"No I- what I'm trying to say is yes, I did have a crush on her. You're not delusional."

"I already knew that."

"Let me finish!"

"Talk faster!"

"I had a crush on her but then Kepa told me she was with you and I laid off but then I saw her at the ceremony and she said she wasn't dating anybody so then she said her feet hurt from the shoes and she wanted to go back to her room so I walked her there and I asked her out and she said no and I was confused because she was single and she said she was waiting for someone and I just kind of figured it was you because you're the only thing she talked about that entire night and I am very happy for the both of you but feelings don't just disintegrate and I don't want to be a douche who has feelings for your girlfriend so please just tolerate me until I get over mu crush!"

Joao yelled out his entire confession in one breath to answer Gavi's request for speed. It threw the younger boy for a loop, and he was silent for a long moment while he processed what he wanted to say in response.

"So.... you asked out my girlfriend and got rejected?"

"Yes, but before she was your girlfriend!"

"So when my girlfriend was single, free from the guilt of cheating, you asked her out and she rejected you because she was waiting for someone else?"

"Yes."

"Yes let's go!"

Joao was utterly confused by the reaction of the boy. He was ready for yelling, maybe to run for his life, but he never expected Gavi to be smiling, punching the air and celebrating. He turned back to Joao, pulling him into a tight hug and smacking him on the back with strength that bordered on malicious, and then beamed up at him.

"Oh we're going to be just fine. Welcome to the team."

It was the stuff of dreams and fantasy. You couldn't believe the scene before you. On the sidelines at the home game in a full Olympic stadium, the fans shouting at the top of their lungs. Barca had just scored the equalizer against Osasuna, and they were coming off the field, little blobs of neon teal ready to prep for the second half. Felix and Cancelo were stretching, ready to make an appearance. A streak flew towards you, and in the tunnel you were met with a grass-stained Gavi, who hugged your middle and kissed you passionately on the cheek.

"You're doing wonderfully, mi Pablito." You said as you walked towards Ilkay to re-bandage his fingers.

"So are you, mi Doctora."

"I haven't really done anything yet." You said as Gavi moved towards the huddle to hear the second half strategy from Xavi.

"And let's please keep it that way! Don't get blood on your new kit."

And it was almost like you had spoken it into existence. There was an electric energy on the grass in the first half, but when the Joaos came on, it was like something just clicked. There was magic dancing through the air, and it seemed like the ball never left Barca's last third. It was just a matter of getting the timing right. And God, was it breathtaking. The midfield was moving like shadows, unstoppable as they fed the ball to Felix. He worked with Balde on the left, lighting fast reflexes that had you on your feet in an instant. It was an impeccable cross, soaring high above the defense line and meeting perfectly with Gavi, who had somehow levitated a foot in the air, and then was catapulted into the far corner of the net. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and you grasped Nicolas harshly and shook him, nearly throwing him to the ground as you screamed with excitement. Gavi had just scored the goal that put them ahead with an assist from Joao. Twitter was going to go insane.

You jumped on the sidelines, hands digging into the pockets of your jacket. You had finally taken what you see as a rather bold step and gotten yourself a Barca kit. Not just any kit - a home kit with 'Gavi 6' in bright white lettering on the back. You had yet to show it to him, wanting it to be a surprise reward. And there was no more perfect time than today. You daydreamed about his reaction, seeing his name on you. You dared to picture a wide smile, and him pulling you close, whispering in your ear how sexy you looked telling the world you were his.

You exited your daydream in time to witness the horrific scene on the pitch. Osasuna were obviously not happy with the performance of the team, and as usual, Gavi got the brunt of the emotionally charged response. They were shoving him, triple-teaming him, using every opportunity to get him on the ground. As Gavi moved into the penalty area, one of the opposing players decided that he couldn't, under any circumstance, let him score again. His arm went up, and his elbow collided directly with Gavi's right ear. The rest was in slow motion - much like the day Gavi took a knee to the groin. You watched the blunt force cause his skull to recoil, and he fell rather limply to the grass. His teammates gathered around, but you weren't going to wait to be called cover. You grabbed you bag and began pulling on your gloves, but a yell caught your attention. It was Joao's voice that got through to you, and over the roar of fans and coaches and disgruntled teammates, you made out the word 'blood' on his lips, and watched as he pointed to his ear.

You sprinted. Nicolas tried to follow, but even with his long legs he couldn't keep up with your speed. Gavi was on the ground. One arm across his eyes, and you could hear him whimper in pain. You looked around his head and saw them: the bright red drops on the grass, all stemming from the side of Pablo's head.

"Pablo, where are you-"

"Ear. From my ear."

You grasped Gavi's hand, wanting to move his arm so you could see, and he moved his hand into yours so that he could clutch it, squeezing hard because of the pain. You soon saw why. You suppressed your gasp as to not spark fear within him. His ear had been split clearly, the blunt force trauma rupturing the skin and causing heavier bleeding than you had seen in a long time.

"You need to come off, Pablo. You're bleeding badly."

"I want to stay on. It doesn't hurt terribly."

"Pablo-"

"Please. Help me stay on."

You nodded, deciding it was better to act fast than to argue. You sat him up, getting the saline and irrigating his ear from the blood. The cut was worse than you had previously anticipated, as you saw cartilage peak through before for the crimson returned once again. You continued to quickly clean and clear blood, a small mound of blood and iodine soaked gauze forming beside you. There wasn't enough time to give him stitches- even the continuous ones would be too slow. Gauze and medical tape would certainly not be enough to keep his ear covered and clean for these last 15 minutes. And plus, his cartilage was oxidizing quickly. You needed to close the cut, and given the circumstances, there was really only one way to do it.

"Can you handle a little bit more pain?" You met Gavi's wide eyes, and he gave your hand a rough squeeze and nodded gently, trying not to move his head too much. You went to pull your hand from his and were met with resistance. He wasn't able to let go.

"Nicolas, gloves on and hand me the stapler."

He handed you the machine and you instructed him on how to place his hands, closing up the flesh and overlapping the skin. You lined up the gun and repressed the urge to close your eyes. You placed four quick staples in his ear, closing the cartilage in a quick way, heart aching at the sounds he made when each one pierced his skin. You cleaned out the blood one last time, and helped him rise to his feet, met with the cheers of 80,000 culers.

"Come on - you need to be seen by Dr. G on the side before you can continue playing. Make sure they didn't crack your skull."

As you ushered him to the sidelines, the penalty review completed and granted to the blaugrana. Dr. G looked over your work, nodding to Gavi that he could go back onto the field.

"Good work, doctora. He will need reinforced stitches after the match concludes, but you're more than capable."

"Of course, sir."

The boys were all aggregated around the penalty box, clapping Gavi on the shoulder as he returned. Lewy raised an eyebrow in his direction, and Gavi gave him a thumbs up in response.

"Don't worry about me - worry about scoring." He called, falling into place beside Pedri and Joao. His Canarian friend placed an arm around his shoulder, bringing him in silently. It was a nasty hit, one of the worst in a long time, and seeing the blood stop dripping onto Gavi's jersey allowed him to finally breathe more easily.

"You okay?" Joao finally asked, eyes still trained on the preparation for the penalty attempt.

"I can still hear, so I guess I'm fine." Gavi replied, arms crossed over his chest but tone remaining light.

"Scars are sexy anyways." Pedri added, sending Gavi a suggestive look.

"Yeah, Van Gogh didn't get any bitches until that ear was gone." Joao's comment caught the Spanish boys off guard, causing them both to double over in laughter. Gavi gave him a playful elbow to the side as Pedri praised is comedy, and from the sidelines your relaxed slightly, watching your Pablo bond with his teammates. The penalty was brilliant and efficient, and after 15 minutes of you clenching Nicolas' arm and watching for a sprouting of red to emerge on Pablo's head, the final whistle sounded, and the boys approached the crowd to celebrate a hard-earned victory.

The players all shuffled into the tunnel, and Gavi quickly found you, walking with you off the field and placing a hand on the small of your back.

"I'm sorry, mi Doctora - I got blood on my kit." He said softly as the two of you walked through the tunnels, and you couldn't stop yourself from throwing both arms around him and kissing his soft pout. As you moved your arms away, you noticed the red droplets littering the light material of your staff uniform.

"It's okay, mi Pablito, looks like I did too. I can do you stitches at home, but blood is a biohazard, so we need to put this with the medical laundry before we leave."

The two of you walked to the locker room, walking into a closed area just behind that was used for medical exams.

"Can you turn around?" You asked, and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"What haven't I seen before?" He asked cheekily, and you rolled your eyes as you pushed his shoulders to make him face the wall. He peeled off his own stained shirt, toeing off his boots and rolling his socks down to relieve the pressure on his calves.

"Can I turn around now?" He asked almost mockingly, and after your agreement, he turned to face you, but meeting your back instead. It took him a moment to understand what was going on, opening his mouth to ask what was going on, but his eyes focused and the words died on his tongue. In bright white text, the saw his name curved around your shoulder blades, his number sitting perfectly in the dip of your back.

"You... my shirt?" He couldn't bring himself to articulate his question more clearly. You knew what he meant, looking over your shoulder, and Pablo was absolutely certain his brain was going to short circuit. It was like there was a halo of light surrounding you, your soft eyes behind beautiful fluttering lashes. Pink lips peaked from above your shoulder, your hair gathered to keep your back exposed. You were wearing his name. You were at work wearing his name, about to walk outside and proudly show off that you were Gavi's. And despite him saying it repeatedly, that was the moment it really clicked in his head. He had you. We were his.

And while he was lifting you up to kiss him, hands harsh on the soft fabric inscribed with his name, people were a step behind, speculating about you being Gavi's as well.

@88rizzing: ok i finally beat @/gaviraconcubine to it - look at these videos from gavis injury. is he holding the girl doctors hand??

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@bigbootybarca: ???? does it just hurt that bad or are they f*******

@alanaTV: yall he's literally getting his ear STAPLED let the man hold onto something

@marcusrashfussy: isnt this the one who ppl posted after the bdor? like the one who hugged gavi?

@gaviraconcubine: ok u got me w that one @/88rizzing but have you seen them walking into the tunnel with gavi on her waist???

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@88rizzing: are you fucking kidding me

@v1scab4rca: AYO??? GUYS ITS PABLO GAVIRIZZ

@4rmy-gyal-4: the bath is ready someone hand me the toaster

@arabianmadridi: at least hes not with the zionest god bless

@loonastansbrazil: @/88rizzing @/gaviraconcubine i got both of yall. i got this pic of them walking out of the stadium.

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The photo was one of the worst quality things on twitter. It was blurry and crooked and extremely zoomed in, but there was no doubt about the subject. Gavi was in his training shirt and his grass stained shorts, socks rolled down to his ankles and Nike slides taking the place of his usual dripped out sneakers. His head was turned to the left, his entire side profile visible. The smile that spread across his face was blinding even in the photo's limited pictures, and his fingers were threaded between those of another person. Your face was turned towards Gavi as well, distorted by your hair on your shoulder. But your back, turned squarely to the camera, was clear as Day with the large '6' contrasting the stripes. The internet was going wild at the thought that he young football star had bagged his doctor.

"Not to be the bearer of bad news, mi doctora," Pablo started, laying on your couch with his head on the pillow, injured ear in the air, "but Twitter found out that you're obsessed with me."

Your laugh was faint but audible, and your footsteps coming swiftly down Gavi's staircase. The sutures and other medications were in your hand, and you moved to sit on the couch, laying the pillow and Pablo's head across your lap.

"Well, took them long enough. I've been publicly thirsting over you forever now." You picked up your gloves and tweezers, about to begin the painstaking process of pulling out the staples so that you could drain his ear.

"Can I grab something before you start?" He said, and you paused midair. "Alright, but quickly. I don't want the numbing cream to wear off. I'm tired of you crying on the pillows."

"That was only one time!" He yelled over his shoulder, running up to his bedroom despite your please for him to not run in socks on the tile. He came back downstairs with a large book and a paper bag from the supermarket. He laid back down on your lap, snuggling his cheek into the pillow.

"Okay, I'm ready. Rip my ear open."

You pulled the first staple and watched for his reactions. of which there were very few. You took this as a sign to continue. As you pulled out the second staple, struggling not to tear his skin because it was wedged under the third, you asked.

"When did you start reading, Pablo?"

"Don't worry, it's a picture book." He giggled slightly and cracked open the book. On the first page, sprawled in boyish handwriting and black sharpie, was the title: My Precious Moments.

"What is this?"

"Keep working, mi doctora. I'll read it to you."

He hissed slightly as you pulled out the final staple, and you began the process of cleaning. He turned the first page, and you let out a laugh that surprised even yourself. The first page was your official school photo that Gavi had printed out, your wide smile and white coat looking crisp. He had surrounded your picture with red hearts, a thousand of them all over the page.

"This is Doctora y/n y/l/n," Pablo began reading, and you gently moved the iodine across his skin. "But we never call her that. We call her Mi doctora. She's the most wonderful beautiful sexy fantastic amazing girl, and she's dating you, her Pablito."

He turned the page as you threaded the nylon thread into the needle to begin closing him up. The next page was a collage of newspaper and magazine clippings of Gavi's best moments.

"This is you, footballer Pablo Gavi. Handsome, talented, and always a winner."

"You forgot humble, mi amor." You said with a smirk.

"Oh, you're right. I'll have to add that in later."

He flipped the page once again, and it was a copy of the photo you gave him for Christmas. Around it were several post it notes taped to the pages. They all said various things in Pablo's signature handwriting: 'doctora number - DO NOT LOSE!', 'see girl dr tmr morning for leg stuff', 'doctora coffee order', etc.

"This is you and doctora before she liked you. We definitely already liked her, but we're kind of stubborn."

"What are those? You asked while never taking your eyes off of them.

"They're all the notes I have about you. The ones that I kept around so I wouldn't forget."

You tried to keep the tears out of your eyes, needing one more stitch to be done with Pablo's ear. He turned the page again, and it was a collection of photos of the two of you from the Supercopa, with you and Gavi both holding onto the trophy.

"This is after doctora broke up with her crusty boyfriend. look at how happy everyone is!"

You laughed once again, having to put down the needle and just let out the joy, allowing it to take over your entire body. You picked up the stapler again, placing four quick staples in his ear as he flipped the page again. You pressed onto the newly patched ear, applying gentle pressure. The pages were filled with printed out photos: the sunset over the sea, a bush of bright pink flowers, a fluffy dog smiling widely. An array of beautiful, ordinary things.

"These are all the things we took pictures of while thinking about the doctora. The sun, the moon, bracelets on street stalls, dogs at the park, butterflies on the football field. All the beautiful things that you wanted to capture and give to her. You just didn't know why, yet."

You tapped his shoulder, indicating that he could sit up. He rested his back across the couch, lifting one arm to invite you to lay against his chest. Nuzzling into his side, your head rested against the dip connecting his shoulder to his collar. The next page was from the end of the league, all the stupid selfies the two of you had taken with the La Liga trophy.

"This is when doctora decided to stay in the club. We're so lucky that she decide to do that, because it gave us the time to grow some balls and confess to her. And also, your first La Liga win (in general and with this hottie)."

You kissed Pablo's cheek, whispering how amazing he was against his skin.

"Hold on, I'm about to get more amazing." He said, turning the page. It was only two pictures. The first was a picture of him on stage holding his Kopa trophy, smiling brightly at the crowd. The second was the one Pedri had took while you two were preoccupied with your first "I never want to let you go" kiss. The two of you were wrapped around each other, lips locked, and Pablo's trophy sitting in the bottom of the frame.

"This is the day that we finally became a man. You got a cute award, and you got the love of your life. And we better not be sitting over this and reading it because we fumbled her. Break your face before you fumble Doctora. She'll fix it for you."

The tears were flowing freely now, and you hugged closer against Gavi. You had never been treated so specially by anyone in your life. And here was Pablito, so busy and occupied with being a world class footballer taking the time to make a scrap book of you. He turned the page one more time, and it was a collection of selfies that you had taken with him at home, all cut into hearts and stick on haphazardly. But to you it was the most stunning sight in the world.

"And here you two are. In your favorite place in the world (at home on the couch) with your favorite person. In love in a way that would have made you nauseous last year. So here is a place for you to keep all the precious moments of the two of you, so that you can never forget how far you have come."

He placed the book in your hands, and moved to get up, grabbing the bag he brought down earlier. Your tear-stained cheeks were rosy, and you couldn't even begin to articulate how you felt. He sat back down, pulling you into his lap and cuddling you in his arms. His head was resting against your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your neck.

"I know it's a little obvious now, mi doctora, but I love pictures. I don't think I ever realized how much pictures meant to me until you gave me one. But when I look at you, I wish I could photograph you every second and then play back every moment. I wish that we could be frozen in these moments, happy and feeling like there was nothing in the world besides each other. But then I realized that no matter the moment, that's how I feel. Every time I'm with you, I feel invincible. I feel like I'm at the happiest I will ever be. And it's all because of you. You are what I want beside me, forever."

He placed the supermarket bag in your hands. You reached in, pulling out a pale blue jewelry box. Your eyes widened, and you swiveled around to face your love.

"Pablo... is this... I look terrible."

"Don't worry, mi amor. It's not a ring. Not yet anyways. We can't get married while you're still in school, cause I don't want our wedding to overshadow your graduation."

"You've thought about a wedding? Our wedding?"

"Of course." He placed a long kiss to the side of your neck. "I've thought about our wedding since before we got together. We're going to get married in the summer, of course. So that we can be tan and gorgeous - not that you're not always gorgeous, but you'll just glow against the white. Like an angel. Or a princess. Or both. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but in my little fantasies before I go to sleep, you're in this long white dress, like something from Disney. And then it would be between seasons, so I can take you on a proper looong honeymoon. Four weeks in a private beach where you pack only bikinis and lingerie. Now come on open it - I got this weeks ago when we were in Madrid and you had to stay for an exam."

You opened the box slowly, not knowing what to hope for exactly. In front of you was a traditional Spanish necklace, almost resembling a rosary. It was silver and pearls chained together, ending in large silver heart with filigree etched into the metal. The lines formed into a cursive 'P' in the center.

"P for Pablo?" You asked with sniffles and tears.

"Yes of course. But that's not even the best part." He whispered, hands coming up to join yours. He grasped the heart and pulled until you heard a faint click, and it was only then that you noticed the hinges. It was a locket. You gently separated the halves, and staring back at you was a black and white photo. It was of you and Pablo, one night when you were laying on his couch like the two of you somehow always did. You were trying to fix yourself in your camera, and Pablo pulled your chin down to kiss you, and you hand snapped a picture. For a few weeks, it was his lock screen, and you had to admit you were disappointed when he changed it to a different photo. But now, seeing it here, feeling the gentle touch of his fingers against your skin as he placed the necklace on you, you had never felt more loved or in love.

"I love you, Pablo. I love being with you. I love being yours."

Those were the only words that felt appropriate at the moment.

"I love you more, mi doctora. I feel like I'm going to love you forever. And that thought used to terrify me. But now, it's something for me to look forward to. Waking up every day to love you."

He reached back into the back, pulling out a small suede pouch in the same light blue. He placed it in your hands as well.

"You're spoiling me now Pablo."

"That's my job."

Pulling the strings, you opened the pouch, reaching in and feeling metal. You pulled on the chain and it slowly rose, ending in a silver key. It was also engraved with the words 'el hogar' on the side.

"I know that we talked about you moving in, but I never want to make you uncomfortable. So for right now, this is just a necklace with a key as the charm." He hooked it around your neck, and it sat beautifully above your pearls. "And when you want, you can use it as a key to your boyfriend's house, for whatever you want really." He turned you to face him, pressing his lips right between your collar bones. "And when you feel like you're ready, it can be a key to our house."

"Our house. I like the sound of that."

His smile was infectious. "So do I."

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A/N:

And there it is!! Just Pretend, signed sealed and delivered for your pleasure! I am really happy with how this came out tbh, and hope you all enjoy. I have exams and school for the next two weeks so I might be MIA from writing, but I should be back soon. Please if you feel so inclined leave a comment, a reblog, or a message in my ask box about your thoughts/ feelings, and see y'all soon!

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thatsdemko · 6 months

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half past twelve - p.gavi

warnings: smut + not intended for minors

a/n: not tagging anyone because I’m not sure who wants to be tagged in f1 or football 🧍🏼‍♀️

it’s half past midnight. sleep wasn’t happening, with the countless lists of activities for tomorrow, your brain was just unable to slow down. and while there was a lot to be done, there was a little something stuck at the forefront: Pablo gavi.

your brothers dear teammate and friend had your brain revisiting the countless interactions from that afternoon. you can still remember how you felt under his gaze; frozen and couldn’t breathe. like every step you did could make or break the tension.

you didn’t mind it, you liked walking on the thin ice and teasing the poor boy, but he had a way of teasing you and it was all that seemed to linger.

just as he was leaving, his hand slipped around your waist, with one swift motion he pulled you into his chest and pressed his soft lips against your cheek. he slipped out that door hours ago, and the sensation lingered and left your brain, still, buzzing.

the torture was getting out of hand. you wouldn’t see him until next week and you needed a quick and easy solution to ease your mind of this. pulling open one of your nightstand drawers, you rummage through until you find the object tasked for the job: your vibrator.

it wasn’t often you used it, but Pablo gavi was an asshole for getting you this way, and now you needed to get off in the hopes that your brain could let you sleep.

you work the object up to your entrance, slowly massaging the tender area before slipping inside to work out your problem. you can’t help but let your mind wander to what pablo would say to you during this. would it be “¿sentirse bien?” or maybe even “¿te gusta que?” a whimper escapes your slightly parted lips, you hate just how badly you need to know the answer.

he’s probably, if not most likely, asleep. the boy had a big game tomorrow, and there was a lot at stake. but if only you could see him right now. he was a puddle of cum thinking about your nails raking down his cock or your lips sucking him off.

he’s impatient, next week needs to come quickly.

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gavi4me · 5 months

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7 minutes in heaven

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Warnings - sexualization of both characters, cursing, bit of angst, (lmk if there are more)

Only song I listened to while writing this 😭

When you finally arrived home, you collapsed onto the couch. Contemplating what had happened the past hour.

First off you went to some party hosted by ansu with zero heads up on who was going to be there. Then you bumped into Pablo and was awkward and non-speaking for the most of the night. On top of that, while playing the stupid “7 minutes in heaven” you got picked to go in together. You had expected to not do anything and for it to be awkward but Pablo, your life long bully and foe had confessed his love to you, saying that all the bullying was just him trying to get rid of his feelings since he knew it was wrong to love you.The cherry on top was all your “friends” walked in and started laughing at the two of you. You were disgusted by everyone who played the stupid game and who attended that party.

Though at the end of the day, you still remained without pleasure or a smile, even though was the whole reason you played the game.

You took a ‘shower’, or rather just standing under the stream for 30 minutes, just..thinking.

The water was turned on high, the little droplets feeling like little knives attacking your skin and burning yourself. But you didn’t care. You wanted to feel each and every droplet touch your skin. The room was like a sauna, or rather a Turkish bath. You took a deep breath before turning the shower off and stepping out in a towelish-robe.

You dried yourself down and collapsed onto the bed. You took a look at your clock. ‘00:03’. You usually went, or at least tried going to bed much earlier than that. Like per say 20:00. It was reasonable for you to be so tired.

The rain started and bounced off of your balcony, creating a sound that brought you back to your childhood. When you were younger, your room had a little balcony, overlooking the Seville streets and when it would rain, it would create the same sound. You had hated it your whole childhood, complaining about it keeping you up, often leading you to sleep in my your parents bedroom. When you turned 12, the rain stopped being an annoyance and rather a soothing device. You gained a fondness of rainy nights and usually fell asleep quicker with it. Now whenever it rains in Barcelona, you get reminded of those days in your childhood.

As you were drifting into a deep sleep, you heard a loud knock at your door. You checked the alarm again. ‘01:56’. You became curious as the knock’s continued as you hadn’t opened the door yet.

Sleepily, you got up and turned on a light in the kitchen so you could see.

More and more knocking followed. A knock every 5 seconds. Jesus, can they have a little patience at 2?

You looked through the little peephole noticing a big black shirt leveled with it.

You creaked the door open a small bit before realizing who it was.

“Pablo?” You asked, still keeping the door crooked a little.

“Let me in.” He said firmly.

“And why shall I?” You argued.

“Because I said so”

“That isn’t a valid reason!”

“Just open the door for me…please?” He asked.

“No!” You said annoyed that he had woken you up for such nonsense. Why couldn’t he just drive home?!

He suddenly shoved the door open, causing you to almost fall but before you could meet the floor, you felt him stabilize you with his arms.

You finally got a good view of the boy. His hair and clothes wet, causing his shirt to stick to his chest and arms, creating a scene that seemed straight out of a movie or rather a fiction. (Oh wait-)

He starred at you with a glimmer in his eyes and asked again. “Can you let me in, Por favor”

“F..fine” you said, coming out his grip and dusting your shirt down with your hands.

“Dios! You made me wet too!”

He leaned down to your ear and whispered, “im not assuming, I know your shirt and shorts are not the only thing wet..” he said before licking your ear and smirking at you before pushing you to the side and kicking off his shoes.

“That’s not true!”

Yes it was.

No matter how much this kid loved you, he’d always be the same old Pablo.

He went straight to the fridge, having not eaten since noon and starving.

“If you told me you had no food, I would’ve ran to the market!” he said while scanning the fridge. “A pretty girl like you should always have plenty of everything..”

“Why are you here?” You asked abruptly, ignoring everything he had just said.

“It’s too late to drive all the way to my place. You were the closet person I knew from the party and I figured you’d be awake.” He said sighing before closing the fridge.

“Well i actually was asleep thank you very much.” You scoffed. “And I think it’s time for you to leave.” You said before walking over to him in order to guide the kid to the door.

“It’s far to late to leave. Besides, I’m tired too. Just let me sleep here and all will be good.” He said while crossing his arms. His biceps flexed, making veins poke through and making him look much bigger and intimidating. All of your confidence you had the second before washed off right away. (I fan girl so hard over his quads. Something about fit quads are just so hot to me 😍)

“Like..where though?” You asked puzzled. Your house wasn’t that big. A one bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment with a medium sized living room and kitchen.

“We can decide that later..” he slid past you and made his way to your master bathroom, which you hadn’t cleaned up, too tired to care about it. Things like your clothes, feminine products, and stuff were on the floor or messily scattered around the bathroom. You followed behind, wondering why he was going into there.

When Pablo entered the bathroom, he crouched down and picked up the mirco sized underwear you had been wearing.

“If I had known you were wearing this, I would’ve bent you over in that moment..” he said smirking. He put it into his pocket and stood up so he could look at you. The guy might be 5’8, but still you only met his shoulders.

A smirk fought against your lips.

“How do you know I was wearing that for you and not pedri?” You winked.

“I’ll tell you this now. Out of the two of us, I’m longer.” He smirked back.

“Proof?” You smiled.

“Wouldn’t you like that..” he said with a laugh at the end.

You walked over to gavi slowly, giving your lips a little lick while starring deep into his eyes.

You put a hand on his chest and started to grope his pecs, moving your hand down slowly to his abs, feeling around all 6 of them, before moving your hand close to his thigh.

He grabbed your neck into his hand, making you unable to move your heads giving him full access to your lips.

You started at each other unmoving. It seemed like he was waiting for the moment your hand made contact with his now erection.

Before you could make the move to grab it, you heard your phone start to wring

He let go of your throat and you flattened out any crease and fixed your shirt before going to your bedroom to answer it.

“-hello?”

“Y/n? Hello! I hope it isn’t a bad time.” It was pedris brother.

“No, no your fine. What’s wrong?”

“Do you know where pedri is? He hasn’t arrived home and I’m becoming worried. I know you were at the same party as him.”

“Oh-uh I don’t know. I left early. Sorry. But ansu might be a good option to ask.”

“Okay thanks. Have a goodnight.”

“Bye..” you hung up and turned to the boy in your bathroom.

“Who was it?” Pablo asked.

“Pedris brother”

“What does he want?”

“Pedri didn’t come home I guess and he was wondering if I knew where he went.”

“Hmm…”

You both didn’t say anything after that, keeping eye contact, observing each others facial features.

Suddenly, Pablo stripped his shirt and turned to face the shower.

“W..what are you doing-?” You asked, trying to sound as confident as you could, but it was no use.

“I’m gonna take a shower..so leave. Unless you want to watch the show th-”

“IM GOOD” you held your hands up in a way to block your eyes as you turned away. You left and shut the door loudly, hopeful you didn’t wake up the neighbors.

“Hmm and is that the y/n from a minute ago speaking?” He called out.

“Sensible y/n!” You yelled back.

You heard a little laugh come from the bathroom and a minute later the shower start to run.

You started to feel anxious and nervous at the thought of it. Pablo. Your life long enemy, or lover or whatever you want to call it was just a wall away naked, in your house, likely using your products. You sat on your bed, waiting for the white, steel doors too open.

At las, you heard the shower turn off and became red.

Five minutes later, of what you assumed drying his body down, the boy finally came out. The towel rested low on his hips. His v line leading to whatever was under the towel. His happy trail, which would always catch your eye in full display. Finally, your eyes made contact with the thing poking through the towel. It wasn’t much. Just a bump resting against it.

“My eyes are up here bebé..” he smirked as he noticed your eyes were exploring all of his lower half.

You quickly moved your eyes back up before standing up. “Well you need to change so I should probably get out of here..” you awkwardly laughed. Without another word you ran out and fell on top of your couch.

A minute later, he came out in the same clothes that he was wearing previously. (Disgusting 🤮)

“As I told you, I want to sleep now. I don’t want you to sleep on the couch. It is far to uncomfortable. Just..sleep on the floor in my room,” you mumbled. “I’ll get you a few blankets and pillows, just don’t get too settled in. Your leaving right as we wake up tomorrow morning” you continued.

“Oh I can tell you right now, I will not be getting comfy.” He said sarcastically. (That boy def is sassy)

“Oh really, I’ve been told that I’ve had some really comfortable floors, thank you very much!” You argued back.

“Yeah yeah okay and are those all men that apparently on their knees for you?”

“Yes actually! “All those men” happen to include you big boy. Just proving my point.” You tsked and walked away.

You did as you said, going into your linen closet and taking a couple of your blankets and pillows out, making sure it would be some what comfy for the boy.

“I need to change now too by the way,” you said while feeling the wet parts of your shirt. “You made me all wet..”

Pablo smirked at you.

“Not like that you weirdo!” You threw a pillow at him before heading off into your closet and laying your new pair of pajamas onto the bed. Pablo was leaning up against the door frame, as if was waiting for something.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“I’m waiting for you to change..”

“Yeah..but can you leave?” You asked firmly, though you knew deep down inside you wanted all but that. You wanted him to see you in your most vulnerable. Naked, or very minimal clothed and have him push you against a wall and fuck you like the good girl you were until your legs fully gave out and he’d have to hold you while he mercilessly thrusted in and out and out of you, making your brain go blank and unable to control the loud strings of moans escaping your mouth. You wanted that.

“I was thinking maybe..I could help you change….” He said while walking towards you.

“Yeah wouldn’t you like that.” You laughed before his also smiling lips met with yours.

You both took deep breaths at the touch of each others lips, you both seeming anxious.

The kiss was messy and needy - him deepening the kiss quite quickly. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, followed by his tongue being added into the mix, allowing you to suck on it. Pablo let out a few groans in between kisses as you began pulling on his hair.

“Funny how not even 6 hours ago you didn’t even want me to be around you..” he mumbled between licks and bites and kisses.

You didn’t respond. It was all so embarrassing, but you didn’t care in the moment. The only you wanted was for Pablo to do as he had said. ‘Help you change’

A/n

Okay! I wanted to post before thanksgiving for Americans but I knew I wouldn’t finish the smut part in time so I have like half of part 3 written down, it’s just a matter of when I decide to finish and post, likely this weekend. Sorry about the cliffhanger! Thank Joaooofelizx11

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bellascool · 1 year

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ABSENT

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request on my profile

posted : 08/02/23 (European date)

how will our spanish player react when his girlfriend doesn't show up to his match?

"Pedri where is she?" I asked my bestfriend looking everywhere for my girlfriend's silhouette but didn't find her

"Pablo calm down, she's probably just late" he told me while doing his exercises

I furrowed my eyebrows and kept exercising before the match begins.

The match started and Y/n still wasn't seen. I brushed it off and kept playing.

But oh if only he knew earlier that he couldn't play properly when she wasn't there yelling his name in a, for once, cheerful way.

He kept pushing the players and almost got a red card for insolence.

"Looks like the number 6 is really angry tonight!" the commentator said

"Apparently his girlfriend didn't come to see him, maybe they broke up?" the second one said laughing making Pablo even more mad

"Púdrete! (fuck you)" he yelled while walking off the pitch since it was half time

He took his phone and tried to text Y/n, hoping she would answer fast enough

Y/n where are you?

Why aren't you here?

Please answer.

After 10 minutes of no answer, he started getting worried when she didn't respond his, at least, 10 calls when she never miss his calls

The match ended and Pablo went to the locker room without saying anything, a mix of anger and sadness filling his body as he changed while his teammates were dancing and celebrating.

Pedri came next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently

"I'm sure everything is okay Pablo don't worry" he tried to assure his friend

"I don't know Pedri, she never missed any match of mine" the boy said while putting on his shirt

"We're going out to celebrate the night, maybe you should come and relax, Y/n is probably sleeping" he asked

"No, I'm not going anywhere without being 100% sure that my girlfriend is okay." he said coldly, disappointed that his friend tried to sneak him away before walking out without saying a single word

He came out and was surrounded by paparazzis and fans, making him almost go blind.

He covered his eyes with his hand and tried to go away but it didn't work, the crowd just grew bigger.

"Gavi is it true that you broke up with your girlfriend?"

"Gavi can I take a picture with you?"

"Gavi do you believe the rumors about .."

He couldn't even hear what they were saying, he just kept walking but of course it didn't do shit.

Luckily, the team came out of the stadium and now everyone's attention was on them, making Pablo almost go invisible.

He reached his car and drove to his girlfriend's house as fast as he could, rapidly parking his car and almost running.

He opened the door of her apartment since he had the keys and was welcomed by darkness which made him even more worried.

"Y/n?" He yelled but no answer so he tried the living room but nothing.

His last choice was her bedroom and when he came in, he was relieved to see her figure curled up in the bed but quickly became worried again when he saw multiple bloody tissues on the floor.

He sat on the bed as she turned after feeling a weight next to her.

Pov switch 😍

"Y/n?" he whispered as I lazily opened her eyes

"Oh Pablo, what time is it?" I tried to speak but my throat was really dry which made it difficult

"It's almost midnight, what's wrong?"

"Oh Pablo I'm so sorry I missed your match, I discovered that my dad was in the hospital and my nose started bleeding, I felt deezy so I laid down but it was a really, really bad idea because my nose kept bleeding even more and I suddenly got a headache and when I cried I fell asleep without even noticing I'm so sorry I didn't wanted to skip your match" I said in a single phrase

He didn't say anything which made me feel even more bad, he's probably so mad at me and it brakes my heart.

I felt tears filling up my eyes and I turned around to not watch him be disappointed of my selfishness.

Instead of leaving, he wrapped his arms around body and rubbed his cheek against mine.

"Oh Y/n I don't care if you missed the match, the principal is that you're okay and I'm so sorry for not being there for you" he said hugging me tightly "Is your dad okay though?" he asked kissing my cheek

"Yes, he broke his wrist but everything is okay now" I stated turning around so my face was facing his chest

"I'm glad to hear that, do you want to come celebrate our victory and you being fine with me hermosa?"

"Sure but I need to clean the mess first" I said getting up but he pushed me back against him

"No no no, you stay here while I clean the mess." he firmly said getting up and wrapping me around the comforter

"But I did that.." I tried to say but he threw a pillow at me, signaling that he wasn't open to any contestation

I growled while getting to the bathroom to take a shower and getting ready.

I got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body as I sat down the chair of the dressing table

The door suddenly opened and not short after I felt lips on my neck and arms around my covered chest

"I missed you today" he said against my skin making me chuckle

"Pablo let me get ready or else we will be late" I said trying to get him off but he only tightened his grip

"I don't care" he whispered as his lips trailed to my collarbone which caused me to slightly moan making him smile

"You'll have to take a second shower after we're done, amor" he whispered next to my ear making my lower stomach go crazy as he gently took off the towel

Hi long time no see, don't forget you can always request on my profile for any player, that's it bye 💞

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purinfelix · 6 months

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softly ₊˚⊹♡

pairing: gavi x reader (established relationship) summary: in which Gavi realises his touches can mean more than just post-goal 'good jobs' warnings: none! pure fluff <3 w/c: 496

a/n: this one's pretty short, just so endeared by gavi's touchyness with EVERYONEE ... those clips of him giving his teammates kisses after games/goals are my greatest weakness

Gavi was used to physical affection.

As a football player, and honorary ‘baby’ of pretty much any team he played with, saying he was used to it was more of an understatement at this point. Rough hugs, head nudges, and even playful smacks on the behind were nothing he was unused to. It was his way of showing and recognising the joy that came when goals were scored, when he wanted to wish a teammate good luck, or even just hello.

So when you two began going out he had not expected it to be any different. And at first, it wasn’t. The rowdy touches he was used to dishing out and receiving were simply translated into your relationship. He would jump onto you and smoosh your face in his hands, whilst you returned the favour by punching his arms and even playfully biting him from time to time. You liked to call it ‘cuteness aggression’, and even though he definitely didn’t consider himself ‘cute’ he was grateful nonetheless.

Because, until then, it was the only way he had known to show affection - and assumed it was the same for you. But for some reason, there was something within him that yearned for more. For things to be softer, gentler, more intimate between you two. He wanted your relationship and everything that came from it to be the exception to all of the roughness he gave and got, the chaos that was his life.

And so it did, with a little effort on his part. He managed to teach himself to make his touches softer. Clambering hugs became lingering embraces. Wrist grabs became intertwined fingers and thumbs caressing the back of your hand. Lips smashing into foreheads became peppering kisses down your cheek and jawline. It didn’t take you long to catch on and start following along - although it was difficult not to be completely enamoured with how bewitched he was by you, acting as if any touch not fueled by absolute care and love seemed unfitting.

For many it might’ve seemed like a lack of passion, the way his touches lost their roughness. But for you, it only felt the opposite, because you knew that there was something about the quiet of it, the intimacy, that only the two of you would ever know. Because you were the only person who was ever granted the chance of seeing Gavi like this. Of knowing the feeling of his fingers weaving beaten paths through the roots of your hair, or the feeling of his head resting on your chest as it rose and fell with the rhythm of calm breaths. In places away from teammates, cameras, stadiums of cheering fans and their watchful eyes. In the company of no one else but each other, where not even a word had to be shared. Touches that used to mean ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, and ‘good job’ came to mean so much more.

Came to mean ‘I love you’.

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mywrittengartgallery · 1 year

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GAVI - En haut des montagnes

Words : +2,2k

Warning : Fluff

Summary : You had seen this trend on TikTok, and Gavi, being the good boyfriend as well as the daredevil that he was, obviously accepted.

☁️

“I want to try something !” you said loudly, a hint of giggles in your voice. While you had let it out, a puff of air could be seen, evaporating towards the sky in a mocking mist. Pablo was behind you, smiling to himself because how could you be so happy and excited so easily. He loved that about you, he loved you generally, but this, this made his heart race especially when he knew he had a part to play in your happiness. He came closer, putting his hands on your shoulders while he lost his gaze in the scenery. He felt you relax under his touch, slightly leaning onto him and he knew you had a grin plastered on your face. That made him warm inside.

The sky was clear, offering orange and pinkish hues afar from the early sunset. He could see mountains casting shadows here and there, creating a canvas of white and grey, throwing a calming atmosphere in the mix. The snow was soft, shyly glowing under sunrays: it was like tiny stars on a white background: they were so discreet, practically hidden but if you paid enough attention, they were here, waiting to be seen. Sometimes a dash of bright colors would cut right through the color theme of this painting, accompanied by the sound of scrunching snow. The cottages seemed so little at the bottom of the ski slopes that it was close to make him dizzy. It was rare for him to stay still and actually admire things, to take the time and take in what surrounded him. Well, he was mostly able to do that only in two circumstances: when he entered a stadium screaming his name and he felt proud as well as grateful for his life and you. He could spend hours just looking at you, detailing your traits, counting your moles, skimming over the curve of your nose or just drowning in the intense color of your irises. He thought he was creepy while doing that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve seen these tiktoks, you know where one lies on the snow with their snowboard up and the other one sits down on it!” you were trying to describe it with your hands as well, making wild gestures and lightly knocking him on the ribs. “Well since I don’t have a snowboard you will be the one who lies down…”

“Who said I was okay with that ?” he questioned as he let go of you. You turned around, pouting lightly with your chapped lips and your furrowed brows. He was doomed, he knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse you anything, especially when you were this cute. And he was more than right, because that’s exactly how he found himself lying on his stomach, the cold seeping through his clothes. You were letting excited sounds out beside him, hasty from what was coming. He sighed.

“You have to make a right angle with your knees if you want me to sit on your board” you were maneuvering his legs with your gloved hands.

“I don’t particularly want you to sit on it though” you whined as you jokingly hit his bum. He could be annoying when he wanted to and you knew it, but you would always dive head first. Still, he cooperated, allowing you to sit on his snowboard and holding onto your skis with his hands. You had aligned them with his body, it had been messily done, more than once you threatening to fall, but you had done it.

“Alright let’s go!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. He didn’t move though, which made you frown.

“What?”

“Just, remind me to monitor your Tiktok next time!” his voice was muffled by his neck warmer but you had caught it, which made you roll your eyes. This boy was dramatic.

“Yes yes! Now, make us slide !” at that he pushed on his arms as you also patinated a little with your skis. You were gaining a little bit of speed and a cold breeze was hitting both of your faces but the feeling was so freeing. You could only laugh, feeling ecstatic from wind, from the adrenaline but also from feeling Pablo holding onto you, he was there. He was there and he followed you in your wonky ideas and he never said anything really, just allowing you to be yourself around him. And here you were, sliding down a ski slope while realizing how in love you were with the boy under you. You had a weird timing, you thought.

“Y/N!” you heard him cry out. That’s when you understood you indeed had a really weird timing and that you weren’t exactly going straight, rather straying on your right. Your eyes widened and you didn’t know what to do. You do dumb things when you panic and you’re lost, that’s the reason why you turned your skis on the left, one of them going under Pablo. This only made both of you lose balance, resulting in you being ejected from his snowboard. Your ski that had been stuck under him obviously tried to follow you, hitting hard his shoulder and ripping away from your foot. Well, at least you weren’t moving anymore.

You were on your side, head resting on a small lump of snow as you watched your ski continuing its journey. It was going fast, a yellow lightning on white paint. Would you find it ? You didn’t think so, but you were the optimistic kind, so maybe ?

“It hurts like hell!” grumbled your boyfriend as he stood up, unhooking his snowboard before walking towards you. “You sleeping?” you didn’t answer, staying still, forcing him to bend down. He poked your cheek with the synthetic fabric of his glove, once, twice until you couldn’t contain your laugh. It burst, fully, widely. He joined you as he let himself fall onto you, his waist blocking your legs which made you squirm from the weight. You turned around so now you were lying on your back, catching his warm eyes that were already on you.

“I’ve lost my ski!” you whined, but he was able to hear the laugh hidden behind it.

“My shoulder fucking hurt!” he retorqued, a brow raised.

Another fit of laughter won over you. Your high pitched one met his broken one as puffs of air left your mouths, mixing together. Some strands of his hair were stuck on his forehead from sweat, where the helmet stopped.

“I’m sorry…” you whispered once you finally were more stable, only smiling at each other, sprawled on the snow. He shrugged as much as he could, taking your hand in his, it was sweet. It didn’t last, of course, it never did with him. The boy threw your arm, making you bend in an awkward manner. You didn’t say anything though, only sighing. You deserved it.

“It’s okay. Xavi just shouldn’t ever hear about it or else we won’t ever be able to go skiing again.” And you could understand where the coach was coming from, he hadn’t been that fond with the idea of some of his players going to the mountain and trying out risky sports, it obviously included Gavi. But Pablo had wanted to go so much, just you and him, enjoying alone time and making some of the most beautiful memories. It had been great, maybe your greatest vacations, and you were ready to do that again next year. But if Gavi were to ever injure himself there, you could say adios to that and nicely stay at Barcelona. So, your lips would be sealed, a secret just between the two of you.

“He would chop your head off” you mocked, making a scissors gesture with your fingers at which he rolled his eyes, pinching your thigh. However, it didn’t really have the effect intended considering the thick layers of clothes you were wearing. You giggled.

“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” He finally said as he got up, again, and extended his hand at you. You accepted it and as you put your weight on it, Pablo just let go of your hand, making you fall on your bum. Asshole.

“Gavi!” you whined. He was smirking at you, proud of himself.

“It’s a payback honey, now we’re equal!”

“Sure…” you sulkily said, it was an act of course, but the boy’s eyes softened at that and it made you feel tingly inside. He cared so much. He extended another hand, expecting you to take it. However, you were stubborn, so you ignored him and got up on your own, finally fully standing, your side facing him.

“Y/N…” he sing-songed, aware that you were playing around. You continued to ignore him as you swatted away the snow on your ski suit. “Y/N…” he went on again, trying to catch your attention which you wouldn’t give that easily.

Suddenly, the barca player wrapped you in his arms, baby-talking to you. He was swinging from side to side, taking you with him, anything to get a reaction from you. It didn’t work so he decided to try his last asset. He slightly bent down, pushing down your neck warmer and attacking your cheeks with his lips, pecking you repeatedly, then pivoting you a little so he could do the same to the other. He knew you way too much because you melted at that, giggling like a school girl in front of her crush. In a way, he was your crush, whom you have been dating for practically a year now. He was grinning from ear to ear when he saw that it had worked and finally stopped his loving attack. He took his time with you in his arms, meeting your gaze full of joy.

“What, pretty boy?”

“Nothing” that was the last thing you had heard before he caught your lips, taking your breath away. His lips were as chapped as yours, feeling a little bit rough but it was still the nicest thing in the world, kissing him like that. His hands were resting on your waist, trying to bring you even closer than you were. It made you bring your own hands up to grab his jacket, holding it tightly to support you as you were losing yourself in this kiss. It didn’t really deepen, but it was still a lot, feeling his warm breath against your face or the way your skins seemed to electrify each time they brushed. Your head was spinning. When you finally broke apart, you were out of breath as a blush covered your cheeks. A big part of it was due to the cold but you also knew that a tiny bit was due to the brunette in front of you, who seemed to harbor the same red hue. You were smiling intimately at each other, speaking with your eyes.

“Let’s go for real now, don’t want to be stuck there.” He said, taking your hand as you grabbed your remaining ski and him, his snowboard, coming down the track. However, you let go because it wasn’t easy to keep balance while being bundled up and not walking at the same pace. Both of you had a thing for breaking romantic atmospheres.

“You don’t want to be stuck with me ?”

“Y/N… Shut up.”

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You were up in the sky now, sitting on a chair lift and watching as the ski station came closer. Pablo had taken off his right glove and had done the same to your left hand in order to intertwine your fingers. You had put your head on his shoulder, feeling tired to the bone from the busy day you just had. He had rested his on yours, talking softly about whatever was coming to his mind. You loved his rambling; it was so him. You didn’t feel like talking though so you would just hum, squeezing his hand as an answer. Every time, he would smile.

Finally, the short ride finished and you were at the feet of the mountain watching how the lights of the installations were shimmering in the night. It could resemble fireflies with their tiny yellow dots going up and down the side of the mountain. Still holding Gavi’s hand, you tugged him towards the road that you would have to cross to meet your hotel. He followed silently, listening to the life around.

“We found that near the forest… maybe send a patrol to make sure no one is stuck up there and in danger ?” a man with a full bard asked a woman with a bright red puffed jacket. He clearly seemed worried; Gavi frowned.

“Y/N, isn’t that –“

“My ski! Oh my god, I won’t have to pay for the caution!” you said happily while you left him behind to run, well walk fast, towards the tall man. You approached him with a giant smile on your face, your petite figure seeming even smaller next to him. You were speaking fast, he could see it at how you made quick gestures as well as how your head moved. The man seemed relieved and maybe a little bit amused by your antics. And Pablo could understand as he watched the scene, he had this daily and he still couldn’t get enough.

Well, he really couldn’t get enough of you.

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summary: as barcelona's newest physio, y/n's job becomes increasingly difficult through language barriers and awkward encounters; until the guide of a few players assist her in navigating Spanish life.

author's note: i am not a spainish speaker so please don't attack me because this is all translated.

NOT PROOF READ. Sorry if there are any mistakes lol

Why did I ever move here? Although Spain is gorgeous, I miss Sydney far too much. And to even consider applying for a job as physio for Barcelona, delusional. But here I am.

Notes in hand, I make my way through the main building, approaching a desk occupied by two women.

"Hola, en qué puedo ayudarte?" The blonde one says, skimming my casual attire. "Hola, hablo no espanol." The woman straightens her posture and repeats her question, but this time in English. "Hello ma'am, what can I help you with?"

A deep breath, and I begin speaking, "Hi, I'm here for the role as general physio - I'm Y/N L/N." Quickly, the woman begins typing into her computer, skimming blurbs of information until she finds what she needs. "Welcome to the club Y/N, please take a seat while I contact the head physio." I nod in response and take a seat facing towards the television.

After around five minutes, a man appears from the corridor. "Y/N, Que tal! Please follow me." I leave my seat and follow my new coworker, Beau Martine. "How are you finding Spain?" I pick up on a French accent, pleased to not be the only non-Spanish person. "Ah. it's definitely an adjustment for me." I pause before continuing. "I thought I'd pick up on the language a little easier but I guess that's something that'll improve while I'm here." Beau opens a door, allowing me in first.

"Take it from me, it does get easier." A smile quirked the man's face, instantly calming some of my worries.

We're in a small, but manageable room. "This is your office Y/N." I take a look around, it's nothing flashy, simply a desk with two chairs and a cabinet. "It definitely needs some decorating, but here you will be completing paperwork and doing general admin." He continues "Your programmes and duties will not be run in here, but further down the hall in the recovery room." Beau points to the door, signalling a further examination of the building.

Walking a few meters, we enter a large room. Already, there are two physios, a man and woman, massaging and rehabbing players. I smile at them before Beau introduces me. "Saludos, this is Y/N, our new physio." Before the two could introduce themselves, Beau speaks, "Maylin and Christos are our recovery coaches, both specialising in post surgery recovery." They smile at me, while still attentively helping their patients.

"Training begins soon, so we'll head out to the fields to supervise the boys."

Once we arrived at the ground, I could feel the eyes of a few players, obviously aware of my lack of Barcelona gear, confused by my presence. Now, more than anything, I am grateful that I don't need an introduction. I am so totally okay with just standing and observing.

While another coach directs the warm up, I evaluate the players, concluding how absolutely beautiful some of them are.

I would be lying if I said that I hadn't watched edits of the players before-hand. But to me, that was simply all research. Throughout the session, my gaze found it's way back to a certain player. A certain player whose aura mesmerised me. Pedri.

Sharp but smart moves were a constant by him, and I was in awe by his calmness on and off the ball.

With about twenty minutes left, a player fell to the ground with a high pitched yelp. Immediately engaging Beau and myself to his aide. Looking down, it was Ferran Torres. He clutched his knee in agony.

I put my hand on his knee, evaluating any type of inflammation. "Vamos Ferran, vamos a llevarte adentro" (Come on Ferran, let's bring you inside). Beau and I helped him up, ensuring no pressure was put onto his affected leg.

Making our way into the recovery room Beau says to me "He's all yours, work your magic Y/N." I smile appreciatively at him while we lay Ferran down. Soon enough it's just Ferran and I, and I can feel my heart beating erratically.

I've never been this nervous to evaluate an injury before, so why do I feel as if I'm about to vomit everywhere?

Ferran, now completely quiet looks up at me. "You new here?" I nod in response, praying that he won't speak to me in Spanish. "I'm Ferran." He holds his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Y/N." His smile fades when he remembers his pain.

While I assess his knee, he continues with conversation. "Are you American?" I look at him, slightly unamused. "Not at all. Australian born and raised." I touch his knee causing a groan. "I know this hurts, but you've hyper-extended your knee."

"Joder." His only response. As I search for ice, he breaks the silence again. "You know, a few of the guys out there were calling you pretty." I look at him, slightly blushing. "I think it was Balde who said he'd get injured just so he could talk to you." My eyebrows raise. For such serious athletes, they sure do have interesting perspectives.

"Well I guess I should be lucky to be in here with someone who is actually injured." Ferran looks towards me. "So if you're a graduate physio, how old are you?" Almost instinctively I reply, "Twenty. I did accreditations for university while I was still in high school, so I was able to graduate before my peers." Impressed, Ferran tilts his head. "Hm, you're similar to Pepi's age." The next sentenced he mumbled, although I could perfectly understand what he said. "Probably his type too." I look up, pretending not to hear his additional comment.

"Who's Pepi?" At that exact moment, two players had walked into the room. "Joder Ferran, what happened?" Alejandro had walked over to his friend and immediately diverted his walk when he saw me.

"Ella es igual de hermosa de cerca." (She's just as beautiful up close.) I smiled nervously, not understanding a single word. Ferran responded, making Pedri blush "Es el tipo de Pepi." (She's Pepi's type.)

I've never once envied people for speaking Spanish, more than I feel right now.

"Sorry for their interruption, they're just a little curious." Ferran had said, playfully pushing Pedri. "Ale, Pepi, this is Y/N she's the new physio." Suddenly Alejandro gripped his hammy.

"Fuck I think I tore it." Instinctively I rushed to him. I went to feel his leg before he and the rest of the boys began laughing. "Just kidding querida." I awkwardly laughed before placing ice on Ferran's leg.

Ferran, Pedri, and Alejandro continued to talked while I scribbled an outline of Ferran's recovery. It would involve consultation regularly, with physical therapy to assist his knee. Luckily he wouldn't need surgery, which meant he was my patient for the next few weeks.

Walking to Ferran, I explained his recovery process. He would be out for a few weeks and wouldn't be kicking a ball for at least another two. He attentively listened, and by the time I had outlined what we would do in our meetings, Pedri and Alejandro were lifting him up. I helped the boys out, while making my way to my office to write an article of review.

After writing a page or so, a loud knock came to my door. "Come in."

In walked the head coach, Xavi. "Please, have a seat." I signalled to the seat opposing my desk, allowing him to sit down.

"Lovely to meet you Y/N." He smiled at me. "I know this is your first day, but here we follow tight procedures in terms of injury reduction and recovery." I nodded, allowing him to continue. "To my understanding, Ferran has hyper-extended his knee. And according to him, you've already began a recovery plan." Wait, was I not meant to do that? Fuck I should've talked to Beau first.

"If you have a plan, I'd like to see it." I turned my computer to face him. He skimmed what I had written. "This is great. You should be proud." Unknown to him, I had written plenty of recovery plans for hyper-extended knees. This was second nature to me. "Do you mind forwarding it to me? Here I'll write my Email and number down so you can contact me."

Camp Nou. It was stunning. The crowd, the lights, the atmosphere. All of it. I sat on the bench, next to Beau and Maylin, watching the game closely, ready for any disturbances in play.

Ferran, still sidelined smiled at me occasionally, it was good to know that I had a friend. His recovery had been going well, however I hadn't allowed him to begin running yet, it would put too much of a strain on his body.

It was an incredible game, close between the two teams, however, Barca was victorious after the ninetieth minute. Xavi huddled staff and players into a circle, giving a quick talk before the players went to the showers.

"¡Qué juego! Jugaste de manera excepcional, estoy orgulloso de este equipo." (What a game, you played exceptionally, I'm proud of this team!) God I needed to brush up on my Spanish if I had any hopes of understanding anything here. I looked forward, locking eyes with Pedri.

His hair was wet with sweat, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink. We held eye contact through Xavi's short speech, and I couldn't help but blush at the attention. He was just so gorgeous. By the time Xavi had finished his speech everyone dispersed. Walking away, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I realised it was Pedri.

"Hi." I shyly said. He smiled. God that smile was infectious. "Hey." We stood there for a few seconds until he began speaking. "A few of us are going out tonight to celebrate the win. I was wondering if you'd like to join us."

"Oh." I replied "I'm sorry but I'm going out tonight." It was true. I had agreed to go out for drinks with my barista. To me it was less of a date, and more of an attempt to make friends. "No problem. I'll see you around." He awkwardly walked away. I definitely just fucked up.

Once I had gotten home, I began getting ready for tonight. The barista, Elijah, was a fellow Australian, although he had been living in Spain for the past few years. I'd been going to the same cafe every morning since I landed in Barcelona, and once Elijah had picked up on my accent it was nothing but polite and short conversation about our hometowns.

Arriving at the bar, I found a seat right by the bartender. Now, I don't normally drink but today I wanted to let loose, I wanted to celebrate the success of my new job.

"I'll grab an old fashioned." The bartender nodded and began pouring my drink. Soon twenty minutes had passed and there had been no sign of Elijah. I pulled out my phone and began texting him, to no surprise there was no response.

As time passed, it became increasingly obvious that I had been stood up. After calling Elijah to no avail, I left the bar.

How shitty was that? To not even text and say that he couldn't make it... And especially considering that I am in a foreign country late at night. Classy.

Making my way through town, I noticed the flashing lights of a near by club. Similar to alcohol, I don't usually go clubbing, but with the amount that I've drunken tonight already, I deserve to at least check it out.

I get in easily and scope the crowd out. Lucky for me it's people mostly my age.

Walking up to the bar, I order a Margarita, swig the glass and walk onto the floor. The music was blasting a mix of Latin Pop and Old School Classics. Firstly my hips swayed, then my entire body. Soon enough I was dancing amongst plenty of people. All of which good looking.

After a solid ten minutes, I make my way out and successfully find an empty seat to relax for a few minutes. Fuck Elijah, this is already fifty times better then having a sophisticated chat over wine.

When I got back onto the floor, my shoulder was lightly tapped. I spun around. "Having fun?" My eyes focused on the figure in front of me. Then I realised who it was. Pedri.

Already tipsy, a shot of confidence sparked through me. "Oh my God! Pedri!" I hung my arms around his neck. "I'd much prefer to be out with you tonight." He looked down at me confused.

I began dancing while he stood their in shock "You're lucky you're a footballer because oh my you're a terrible dancer." I earned a chuckle as he placed his hands on my hips and began dancing with me.

"For a girl whose generally shy, I can't say that I'm surprised that alcohol loosens you up." I smack his shoulder. "Be polite! I'm pretty much your boss." He raised his eyebrows laughing to himself. "I don't think that's how it works Carino."

We continued to dance until we were interrupted by a loud voice and quickly removed our hands from each other's bodies.

"Y/N! My saviour!" For a split moment I sobered up and scolded Ferran. "You shouldn't be partying and dancing! You need to rest your knee otherwise you could end up more hurt."

"You crack me up, come on let's take a seat." I followed Ferran while Pedri followed me to the bar. We sat together, me between the two boys, and ordered our drinks.

"So, how was your little date tonight?" He nudged me. God I had forgotten that I told him about Eli.

"Uhh." I fiddled with my straw. "He was kinda a no show." Shocked, Ferran placed a sympathetic hand on my arm. "Trust me, baristas will never be someone's soulmate."

"Speaking from experience Fer?" Pedri chirped up. "Hmm something like that." Ferran responded.

"Hey Y/N, I want you to meet my girlfriend Sira, I think you two would make great friends." Ferran stood up to find his girlfriend, leaving Pedri and I alone.

Pedri looked at me and spoke. "Eres tan hermosa." I responded, rather annoyed with his choice to speak his native tongue. "Enough with everyone speaking Spanish here! Like okay I get it, you all have sexy accents and think it's romantic to converse with me in a language I don't understand. I'm getting lessons okay! It's just so hard to be here by myself." Soon enough tears began to stream down my face. I need to remember to stop drinking after my second glass.

Naturally, Pedri pulled me into a hug, allowing me to let all my frustrations out.

I didn't realise how upset I had become about my time here in Spain. Through the facade of cheap eats and my dream job, I forgot who I really was.

"I'm sorry for annoying you Carino. All I said was that you looked beautiful." I blushed, still not looking at him. "You see, I get nervous around pretty girls, and you happen to be the prettiest that I have ever seen." He knew exactly what to say to get my heart racing.

"I miss my home too. Especially my mother." At this I look up at him. He wipes the tears off my face with his thumb. "But I understand. You've come here all by yourself to work a new job without anyone supporting you. You're so strong." He smiled at me.

"I think we need to bring you home, I don't want you be late to work tomorrow." I sighed as he helped me out of my seat.

"Do you live nearby? I'm happy to walk you home." I accepted his offer.

Walking through the streets of Barcelona, Pedri made sure to explain his teammates and their personalities.

"Ale might just be the biggest flirt so don't mind him."

"Oh trust me, I can tell." I replied, still wandering through quiet lanes.

"And your best friend Ferran, he's a nutjob but such a good kid."

"Isn't he older than you?"

"Eh, to me he's a brother."

We began to approach my apartment. "This'll be me." I indicated towards the building. "Would you like me to walk you in?" I shook my head, not wanting to keep him out here any longer.

He grabbed my hand as we held eye contact. "Maybe we could do this again. I really enjoyed hanging out with you tonight. Even if it was a short amount of time." I smiled agreeingly.

Then it got quiet, we were both obvious to what should happen, so I leaned in. Immediately he took a step back.

Holy fuck he had just rejected me? Sweet talk all night and now he wouldn't even kiss me??

He looked down at me. "I'll see you tomorrow." I smiled awkwardly and took a step back.

God Spanish men weren't for the fainthearted.

"Are you okay Y/N." Looking up from my clipboard, Ferran was in my eyesight. "Yup, just slightly hungover."

"I heard a certain someone followed you home." He smirked while lying down on my physio bed. "Ha ha very funny." I sarcastically responded.

I began to unwrap the tape on his knee, making sure to not pull too aggressively. "I never got to introduce you to my girlfriend. Here let me find a photo to show you."

"Not now Ferran. Just let me do this." I snapped at him.

It had been two and a bit weeks since he originally injured his knee, and in my eyes, he was ready to begin training with the squad again, however with restrictions to ensure his safety.

"What's wrong doc?" He asked me, genuinely concerned.

"I'm just a little on edge." Continuing, "I don't know, I think I pissed Pedri off." Ferran laughed. "Yeah trust me you didn't." Sighing, I began to feel around Fer's knee. "You're all good to train." His face lit up. "Seriously!?" He was ecstatic. "You'll be doing a strict 15 minutes training to 5 minutes rest tempo. And no tackles yet. I'll talk to Xavi."

Ferran rose and gave me a huge kiss on my cheek. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I smiled at him, happy for him to be returning.

Once he left, I headed into my office, writing an integration plan for Ferran, to give to Xavi. My door was wide open, and in walked Gavi.

I hadn't really spoken to him much before so I was slightly confused as to why he was in my office. "Hey sorry to interrupt, but we're going out to the fields so..." I stood from my chair. "Right, yeah thank you."

As soon as I had gotten to the ground my eyes found Pedri, luckily, he hadn't noticed me yet.

"Hey Y/N, is Ferran ready yet?" Xavi approached me. I gave him the plan and explained to him what I explained to Ferran. Pleased, Xavi took my paper and walked back to his squad.

Throughout the session I made my way to players, taping a few shoulders and ankles, massaging a few calves. Watching Ferran get back on the grass was a happy moment. Although he'd only been out for a few weeks, his comeback proved my competence as a physio. people now trusted me.

I noticed Pedri limping after an awkward tackle with Raphina, however he insisted to his coach that he was fine to play on. I however, noticed that he was in discomfort so I watched his movement.

By the end of training, Pedri was visibly in pain. Truthfully, I didn't want to face him so I avoided him and Beau in an attempt to not be assigned to him. But Ferran had other plans.

"Yo, Y/N. Can you check Pepi's ankle?" Awesome. I made my way to the boys. Pedri leaned slightly on Ferran's frame. "Come on let's get you inside."

Pedri seemed okay to walk in with minimal assistance, and soon it was only him and I in the recovery room. "Take a seat I'll get you sorted." He sat up on the bed as I helped him remove his boots.

"Please don't let this be awkward." I looked up at him after his words. "Strictly professional." I felt his ankle and evaluated the bruising. "It's not good is it?" He asked looking at me defeated. "I'm not sure as of right now but I think I need to bring in the doctor."

"What do you think it is?" He asked my naively.

"I can't indicatively say but I think its a tendon tear." I could see him cringe at my answer. "But I haven't done any tests so I can't say for sure."

"I'm gonna go find the doctor." Suddenly he grabbed my wrist. "Wait, I need to speak to you." The emotion on his face indicating that he really needed me to stay with him. I didn't respond, instead sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I wasn't lying when I said that I'd wanted to go out with you again." He looked at me sympathetically. "And I didn't kiss you not because I didn't want to. I wanted it to be at the right moment." I look around the room. The silence is killing me. "Now I know that I'll be injured for a little while but would you like to come around to my house tonight? There'll be a few of the guys over and I'm cooking." He smiled. That smile.

I couldn't say no to him but I wanted to keep him on his toes. "I'll let you know by the end of the day." Smiling cheekily he held onto my hands. "But first I do need to bring the doctor in, so hang tight."

By the time I had come back in, Ferran and Gavi were next to Pedri. Dr Nicholson evaluated Pedri's ankle as a torn ligament and sent him off for a few X-Rays. "Soooo anything happen?" Ferran asked me playfully. "No Ferran, now I need to get back to work and so do you. Get to the gym."

By the time I was packing up my files a shadow appeared in my doorframe. "Decided yet?" His smirk tugging at his lips, instantly causing me to do the same. "Good afternoon to you too." He walked forward to me, closing the door behind although not without some difficulties as a result of his crutches.

"You look pretty pathetic with those things. I don't know how you're going to be cooking." He took a seat in my spare chair as I continued filling. "Eh, I might get some help from one of my friends." God he was so flirty I genuinely couldn't keep up with this man.

"Now I would offer to pick you up, but unfortunately I'm in a bit of a predicament right now. Should I send someone to pick you up or would you like my address?" I could not stop smiling. "Send me someone."

I pulled out my phone. "What's your number? I'll send you my address." After we exchanged numbers Pedri stood by the door. "I'll see you later then Carino."

Okay so Pedri didn't exactly discuss with me what the dress code was. I knew that it would be his teammates and their girlfriends I seriously didn't know what to pick. Something casual? Something Classy? Barca merch??? I decided to play it safe and be comfortable.

I slipped on sweatpants and a white top and called it a day. Pedri had told me that I'd be getting picked up at 6:00 so I headed down to the street by outside my complex. I wasn't quite too sure on how the driver would know to collect me, but as soon as a reached for my phone a car pulled in front of me. I didn't recognise who it was, "Y/N?". I nodded and proceeded into the back of the car.

The drive was supposed to be thirty minutes, but a large pause of traffic delayed time. By the time I had gotten to his house it was 6:50. There were already three cars parked in the driveway and suddenly I felt an indescribable wave of nervousness.

So do I walk up to his door and knock on it? Or do I message him or do I try and get in. I stress too much.

Once at the door I knocked. It was loud enough to be heard from the story above, and soon enough the door was answered. An enthusiastic Ferran picked me off my feet, I made eye contact with Pedri.

"Sira ven rápido, ella está aquí!." (Sira come quick, she's here) While he ran to find Sira I met Pedri's gaze. "You look beautiful tonight, Carino." In an attempt to divert my blush, I focused on his ankle. "How are you holding up, does it feel okay?" Smiling, he replied, "You worry too much Y/N come in."

I walked into his home and oh my was it gorgeous. The ceilings were raised and huge windows adorned the frame. I can't believe he lives here.

"Everyone's just in the living room." As we walked in, I recognised Ferran, Gavi, Fermin, and the girl cuddled up with Ferran.

"Ayyyy she finally came!" Gavi said, raising his glass in the air. I took a seat on the couch facing the fireplace, and as soon as I had sat down, it felt as if I had found my place.

Pedri was in and out of the kitchen, cooking on an injured ankle while attempting to keep conversation. Bless his heart.

I had spoken to Sira a lot, and we had much in common. By 7:30 Pedri had called us to the dining room.

We sat down, a seat empty next to me (assuming it was Pedri's). He brought out the dishes and to say I was impressed was an understatement. Truthfully, I didn't recognise most of the dishes but by the looks of astonishment on Fermin and Gavi's face I knew it was impressive.

"Es una locura ver lo que te hace una chica bonita!" (It's crazy to see what a pretty girl does to you.) Gavi said aloud, cracking everyone up.

Pedri took his seat next to mine and whispered in my ear, "He said that beautiful girls make me do crazy things." My cheeks reddened, he remembered.

The meal was delicious, conversation was flowing effortlessly, you could tell that they all loved each other. Suddenly the chatter was drowned out as I felt Pedri's hand land on my thigh. I looked at him but he was still engaged in conversation with Ferran.

As we finished up, Pedri was banned from cleaning anything (specifically by me, doctors orders.) "Okay fine I'll take a seat, but I need the physio to check out my ankle so you're on your own guys." They all groaned in unison that I was allowed to rest.

He laid upright on the couch, signalling for me to place myself between his legs. Without a second thought, we were cuddling together, talking about our lives.

I found myself telling him about my home, and how much he'd enjoy it if he went.

He was playing with my hair and giving me scalp massages when someone walked in.

"Hey Pedri, we're gonna head home now. Would you like us to drop you off Y/N?" Ferran called out, the only one able to see what we were doing. Immediately I called out, "I'm all good, I'll grab a cab." Ferran smiled at us and the rest all called out their goodbyes.

"You're a great cook Pedro." His body jolted, shocked at what I had said. "I like how you say my name." He was so cheesy.

"Is that the only thing you like about me?" I reply in a sassy but playful tone. He knows that I'm trying to gage how much he likes me. "No, I also like how good you are at your job." I pretend to be mad, "Well with enough years of uni, anyone could be as good as I am." Standing up, I leaned slightly over his face.

"You're so beautiful that it hurts." Curious at what he said, I pry him for more. "I can't look at you, let alone in the eyes without my heart racing. You do something to me and can't tell what it is." He is going to be the death of men.

Before I had time to react, he kissed me, passionately. He held my chin in one hand, while both of mine reached for the spot behind his ear.

It was ecstatic, electric, nothing I had ever felt before. But then it ended.

"Wow." The only word that fell from his lips before we started laughing. By this point I was already on top of him, so I flattened myself on him as we held each other, shocked by our actions.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while." I say to him. He looked at me with a shy smile. "What do you man Carino?" Embarrassed, I told him about my 'research' that I had done prior to accepting the job at Barcelona.

He laughed at me but found it 'cute'.

After some conversation, I found myself getting sleepier. I could barely keep my eyes open. I rationalised with myself, just a quick power nap then I'll head home.

By the time I had woken up I was tucked under white linen, puzzled by where I was. Soon enough I realised what had happened. I searched for my phone to find it charging by my bedside. 7:42. Shit I was gonna be late.

I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I needed to get home. As I made my way down I found Pedri by the kitchen counter cooking up some eggs. "Morning Carino." He smiled sweetly at me.

"Can you call an Uber? I'm going to be late for work." Still smiling, he pointed towards the counter. "Sira brought over some clothes. I've also got a few Barca tracksuits if you wanted to wear that instead."

I looked at him puzzled, he still hadn't answered my question. "Gavi is gonna pick us up, I think he'll be here by 8 so you better start getting ready." Jokingly, I replied "You trust him to drive?" while picking up the clothes left by Sira and Pedri.

I was ready by 8, declining the eggs Pedri had cooked. I tried my best to look presentable with the minimal amount of beauty products left for me. I decided to wear the jumper from Pedri as it was an exact replica of my own one from the club, but opted for leggings that Sira had left for me.

By the time we had arrived to the training grounds it was 8:30. I was running late. Bursting in, I made my way to my office, writing up the plan I was supposed to make for Pedri.

It had been three months since Pedri had played minutes in La Liga. When Xavi waved for him to come on with twenty minutes left in the game, my stomach turned. I was so incredibly proud of him, but I was so fucking nervous. Since he was post-surgery he had no longer been my 'patient'. We rarely spent time together at work due to a clash of schedules, and barely went out. Only a few people knew of our situation and to not put either of our jobs in jeopardy we hadn't really defined our relationship, agreeing however, to be exclusive.

Although not officially dating, I knew how I felt about him.

Smiling back at me, Pedri changed from his warm-up gear into his match shirt, walking to Xavi who whispered instructions to him.

His entry to the field was applauded by a wave of celebration from the crowd. We were all so happy for him, although maybe not the away fans.

Tonight was decisive in the title race, Barca sat at 48 with Madrid on 50, a win would put Barcelona first. The game was tied 2-2, both goals from Lewa.

As we were approaching the final minutes of added time, Barca was building up from the back. Intelligent bounce passes gave them enough space to exploit, especially for Pedri. Frenkie raced down the flank of the field, cutting inside as he reached the box, carefully delivering a rolling ball. To Pedri.

The goal came so fast that everyone leapt out of their seats. We had got the points, and it was all thanks to Pedri. My Pedri.

Routine to his celebration, Pedri lifted his hands to make glasses, and while he ran back to the half for kick off, he blew me a kiss.

Undoubtedly the squad currently on the bench and the coaches spun around to see who his actions were for - my blushing cheeks probably didn't help.

When the whistle blew to signal full time, we all ran onto the field in celebration. Although it was a team that we were predicted to defeat, the number of injuries and tightness of the game really pushed the boys.

Making my way to the ground I went to find anyone to hug, I truly didn't matter who it was. But then I was suddenly lifted from behind.

"Carino!" Knowing who it was, I felt much more comfortable. As he put me down, he immediately picked me back up, wrapping my legs around his waist.

He pulled me in for a kiss which was cheered by Ferran.

"Is it the right time to ask you to be my girlfriend?" I looked down at him and nodded. He again attacked my face with kisses, and when he finally put me down, Ferran, Gavi, Fermin, and Sira pulled us all in for a group hug.

I had found my family.

"So Pedri, firstly, congratulations on the return to football. It is understood that your process of recovery was tiring and long."

"Ah yes, although I am so grateful to have the club and my beautiful girlfriend supporting me through it all."

"Now, I know you may be focused on the goal and the win, but currently everyone is freaking out over your girlfriend."

He laughed, "Yes Y/N."

"The people want to know, how did you meet?"

"You all didn't see me blowing a kiss to the bench?" The journalist laughed. "Well it definitely wasn't to Gavi." Again causing a laugh.

"But in all seriousness Y/N is a physio here at Barca. She was the sole reason as to why I was able to perform today. Without her, I'd have no motivation, and would definitely not be ready to play a match."

"She has made my days so much better. Every session I spend in recovery and training with the team, is for her. I want to make her as proud as she makes me."

I think I'm starting to like Spain.

Thank you for reading!!! Please give me suggestions on any footballer and trope so feel free to request!!

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i need a toxic pedri he's jealous of your friendship with Gavi because when they both meet you Gavi had a crush on you that he never confess because Pedro made a move first

Bad kind of butterflies

Summary: Pedri let the insecurities of his friend become his own. Ruining his own relationship and friendship.

Warnings: cursing, asshole!Pedri, toxic relationship, asshole!Eric, fighting, drunk driving.

Part two

Your relationship is not new. You have been together for almost three years now. You will describe the relationship as something lovely and where the two of you support each other.

You will go to every game he has, every competition for the team, supporting his new line, loving his photoshoots, and watching every interview.

Him, he would support you through everything. He will drop you off at college. Even if you didn't agree at first, he would help you study. Always loving how smart and dedicated you're to became a professional.

But if you ask someone in your circle their opinions about the relationship, they would say that you became toxic.

Well, you, it is a misunderstanding. He became toxic.

You meet the team thanks to your friend Sira, she was dating Ferran and he introduced you to his circle.

The circle in question was Gavi, Eric, Alejandro, and Pedri.

When you meet them, your eyes only focused on the dark-haired boy. To him, it was the same. He was quick to make conversation, taking any other friend the opportunity to do it.

But you became closer to the other guys, specifically with Pablo. He became your friend quickly. He was such a supportive friend. And the best part was that he was the best friend of your boyfriend.

Pedro wasn't the jealous type. Sure, he got jealous from time to time, like a normal person. But he wasn't one to feel jealous of other people around.

Being an elite football player makes him feel less insecure than the others. He knew he was all that, and you made him feel even more like all that.

You always made him feel like the center of the universe, and he reciprocated that feeling for you. Having all the girls throwing themselves at him at first made you feel insecure, but he quickly told off that feeling with actions that proved to you he was a loyal one.

To him, everything changed when Eric one night called him drunk, asking him to pick him up from this bar in Barcelona.

When he, as a friend, went there and picked him up, he took him to his house, Eric didn't even knew where his keys were.

Eric was drunk crying, confessing that his girlfriend cheated on him with dude she met at college. How he was so heartbroken.

Naturally, he felt super bad for him, and the thoughts came, the insecurities got to his head.

He called you, knowing you were doing some homework and were pulling an all nighter.

"Hi, mi amor."

"Hey, am I bothering you?"

"When have you ever bother me?"

He fell quiet. He was answering that question on his mind, all the times he asked you to drop something to go to his games, all the times he asked you to move all you thing to his house so he could spend time with you, making you uncomfortable while studying.

"Pedri? Amor?"

"I'm here, I'm just tired."

But you were tired too, it was almost two am. And to him, it was easy. He had a free day, but you were going to wake up really early to go to class. Even if you had only one hour of sleep.

"Don't you want to come over? I'm almost done, and we can cuddle in bed."

"You need sleep."

"So do you, so if you want, the invitation is still there. I'm going to be here for another half hour."

He drove over to your place, wanting to take these insecure thoughts out of his mind.

And you did take all that out of his mind by showing him that he was the only one you wanted by your side.

After that, he was a big support for Eric. He wanted his friend to feel better. He invited him to stay a few hours after practice.

Pablo was helping Pedro with supporting their friend. He brought some candies and things to make him feel better.

They spent most days after practice playing fifa and chatting. Ferran then joined the heartbreak club, Sira and him called it quits.

Ferran felt uncomfortable with you around, so you told Pedro that you were meeting him when they left the house.

Mostly because you didn't want his friends to feel some type of way about you.

The second time Pedro felt different about the relationship was the night Eric confessed something to him.

"I don't know how you can be so open with Gavi about your relationship."

"Gavi is mine and my girlfriend friend. I don't see the problem."

"But aren't you uncomfortable about his crush on your girlfriend?"

Pedro stopped on his tracks. He was confused about why Eric would think that. Gavi never gave any signs about him liking you.

"No sé a que te refieres con eso." (I don't know what you mean by that.")

"No me vengas a decir que no sabes." (Don't tell me you don't know)

"I think you're confused. Just because Gavi is friendly with her doesn't mean he has a crush."

He thought he let it go. But was laying down in bad with you. You were telling him about a video Pablo sent you of a recipe.

Pablo had a crush on you?

But this time, he did brush that off. Not believing his friend would have a crush on his girlfriend.

"Hey, maybe we can do something this weekend?"

"I thought we were having a movie marathon with Pablo. You wanted to see all the conjuring movies, bebé"

He graps his arms around while putting your phone away from you, kissing you cheek and neck.

"Maybe I just want you to myself."

The way his kisses feel on your skin, the intoxicating sensation he makes you feel with his fingers.

"All to myself." He whispers, kissing your lips while he pounds into you.

Your moans all to himself, your lips letting his name out, his lips marking your skin.

His and only his.

🪷🪷🪷

"Let me call my girlfriend, and we are on our way."

Pedri, dial your number. He let the call on Bluetooth while turning the car on. The beep goes once, twice, and then into voice mail. You rejected his call.

"Ohhh, someone's getting rejected." Ferran laughs. He loves to pick on him to get a reaction.

"Oh shut up, she's just busy."

He dials your number again, making his way out of his garage.

"Hello, Y/n is in the bathroom. She will call you when she's out." The voice of a man makes him press the break hard. He hung up without Pedri being able to talk.

Ferran and eric laugh as hard as they can. The expression on their friend is a shocked one, his mouth open and brows furrowed.

"Wait that was so fucking funny, he hang up on you."

"Where did you say she was?" Eric asks, "Well, it doesn't matter cause she was busy, and that dude was kinda in a rush to hang up."

"Okay, stop it, Eric." Ferran warns him. "She's probably studying and you heard the dude she's in the bathroom."

"Don't know, that's what my bitch of an ex used to told me 《oh Eric, I was busy studying》, yeah studying another boy's dick."

"She's not like that." Pedri finally says, closing the garage with the control. "She's on finals."

"If you say so." Eric lifts his hands as a piece sign. "Let's just drive, we're going to be late."

The drive was silent, Ferran tried to make conversation, but Pedri and his single answers were not it.

His ring tone interrupts the silence. He presses the green button on his wheel. "Hola hermosa."

"Hola, I'm sorry I didn't answer. I left my phone here while using the bathroom, and Kyle answered the phone."

"Ohhh Kyle." Eric whispers to them.

Ferran pushed him back to the seat. Whispering him to shut up.

"It's okay, I was just calling to check on you."

"Stop it, Eric." Ferran warns once he sees Eric was about to speak again.

"I'm fine, Kyle is dropping me home, I can ask him to drop me at your place if you're free."

"I'm actually with Ferran and Eric, but feel free to go there and relax. You have some clothes there and you can order some takeout. I'll join you in a while."

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you, te amo."

"Yo más, goodbye baby."

He can feel a relief that was unexpected. He knew Kyle. He was your friend and study buddy since the beginning.

"Good thing she was just using the bathroom, right Eric?" Ferran pinch him. Making him yelp. "Fucking say it." He whispers.

"Yes, she was using the bathroom." He says with a bored tone. Making ferran roll his eyes.

The mood for Pedri changed. He was now talking, and Ferran noticed that. They made some jokes until they parked outside of the place they're going to.

The time they spent there was nice. You texted Pedri that you were at his place, a picture attached where you sent him a kiss with the "have fun" text next to it.

But he wanted to hurry up, feeling like cuddling you, like kissing you. Ferran also wanted to keep the stay a little shorter, wanting to relax at home with his family.

They dropped Eric first, saying their goodbyes to their teammate. Ferran knew he wanted to speak about the call incident.

"I want to tell you something."

"Yeah, whatever you want tiburón."

"Eric, he's still not in the right place about his breakup. And that doesn't mean he's allowed to put ideas in your head. Don't let him do that."

"He's just, so fucking extra sometimes." He sighs, wrapping hard on the steering wheel. "I know he's hurt, and sometimes he just projects on me and y/n."

"Don't let him do that." Ferran pats his arm. "I know that with the whole Sira breakup thing, her and me haven't really talked. But she's a nice girl, I know her."

"Yeah, she used to come over after you left so you didn't feel uncomfortable."

"Such a sweetheart." He laughs. "But I'm serious. She's a nice one. Take care of her."

"I will, I love her."

Ferran got out of the car after telling him to tell you hello. Thing he said once he was wrapped in your arms, watching a movie and eating takeout.

After that night

Two weeks has passed, two weeks where the texts, the calls and the meetings were barely there.

You were on your last year of college, and these finals were very important for you. If you pointed well you were able to get more job opportunities.

Pedri felt frustrated. He knew he shouldn't let Eric fucked up with his mind. But he also doesn't want his friend to feel pushed away.

He trusts you with his life. He wanted the long run with you. And nobody was getting in the way of that.

Today was your last final, the last one of the whole curriculum. You were extra excited about it.

Asking Pedri to pick you up so you can go get something to eat after in a celebration mode. He bought flowers for you and a special charm for your bracelet. He knows you love collecting charms for extra special moments.

He parks under a three, a little far more than usual, but he doesn't want to be seen. Wanting all his attention on you.

You texted him that you were out of the test and to send you where he was, wanting to walk to relieve the last bit of stress.

"Are you going to the party?" Kyle asks you.

"Obvio, I'm not missing this. It's all I need"

"Same, I'm ready to chug a whole bottle of reposado."

"Añejo is better, Ky."

Kyle walked you over to Pedri's car, feeling the same about walking to leave the stress of the test.

"Are we doing shots and partnering in beer pong?"

"Duh, you're the only person I would to this with. Nobody does it like you."

Pedri has his window a little down. He can hear the conversation, but to his "luck," he only heard the last five words.

He takes eyes on the way Kyle says goodbye to you, the way his hands are a little more down than necessary.

He squint his eyes, getting that out of his mind. He trusts you. He does.

"Hola, mi amor." You say, closing the car door.

You grab his face into your hands, giving him a kiss. Thing he reciprocate, missing the taste of you and the way you smell.

"Te amo." You say, pecking him "I missed you, bebé."

"You have me all to yourself, princesa." He pecks you back. "Let's go, I made reservations to your favorite stake place."

You grab your backpack to move it to the back of the car, your eyes lay on the bouquet of peonies, and the Tiffany box.

"A little something for you." He squish your thigh.

You grab the bouquet, smelling the flowers. "I love it, I love you"

"I love you more. You're such a smart girl."

You take a picture of the bouquet, posting it to your close friends with the text "blessed with him ❤️" tagging him, even tho he can't repost it.

The food was exquisite. You loved the place. He was breaking his diet, but he was doing it for a good reason.

"I have a party today, do you want to come with me?"

"I have to go to the gym with the team, but I can join after."

"You will be tired, it's okay." You say, feeding him some ice cream. "I'm asking Kyle to pick me up on his way there, we will take an Uber because we both want to drink."

He tense at the name of your friend. He feels so bad about the way his body reacts to things he never felt worried about.

"I can drop you guys off, and tomorrow I don't have to play so I can pick you up when you're ready to go home."

You nod smiling. "I'll text Ky, thank you, amor."

He can't help the guilt. He's doing this so he can prevent you from being alone in an Uber with Kyle. Not because he wants to take you there.

You text your friend, who asks you to thank him. Kyle never met Pedri due to always being a lap of schedules that made them not met.

Back on your way home, you were singing some Quevedo. You were happy and nothing can take that feeling away.

"Open your other gift." He parks the car in the parking lot of your building.

You do as you're told, seeing the silver charm with tiny crystals. You smile, asking him to help with locking it in place.

"I love you, you didn't have to. Thank you."

"I love you, smart girl. You deserve more than that."

He kisses you goodbye, observing you while you go into the elevator and then going into practice.

The gym training was boring. He was with Marc Guiu, Ter Stegen, Fermin, and Araujo, but the exercises were solo ones.

Ter Stegen was telling them a story about something that happened to him with a fan. Everybody was laughing and chatting.

In the end, he and Fermin were the last ones to pick their things. They were chatting while walking outside.

"How is College?"

"It's great, crazy. More now that I'm with the first team."

"You're a heartbreaker." He laughs. "Too many girls?"

"I'm interested in one. But I don't know, he's very shy and very focused in college." He sighs. "And I'm a football player."

"Shoot your shot. My girlfriend just finished college, and we have been together since her third year."

"Will do, take care." He waves Pedro goodbye.

He drove over to your house. He was waiting for you to get ready while he crashed your bed.

"I forgot to bring snacks." He pout, he was craving something.

"I have the crackers your doctor approved." You kiss his cheek, "go get them."

He walks with such no motivation to your kitchen, opening the drawer where you order all your snacks.

He found a box of chocolate with a bite attached. "For my smart girl. K❤️" He throws the box back into the drawer. Appetite gone.

"What if you stay here with me?" He asks, using the frame of the door as a recliner. "I just feel like I haven't seen you in so long."

"Well. I'm all yours after the party."

"So you're not even considering not going to stay with me?"

You turn to him, not sure why he's acting like that when he's the one who encourages you to go out and relax. "Are you okay?"

"No, you don't want to spend time with me. You just want to party and be with your friends and I have feelings too, I miss you too. I'm just tired."

"Amor, you can go home and call it a night. You don't need me for that. I can ask Sira to pick me up and drop me off."

"That's not the point." He squinted his eyes mad. "You prefer to go out than to spend time with me."

"Pedro, relax!" You say, tone serious. "I've been planning to go to this party for a good month now. I help with it. Im not missing it. I deserve this after my hard work."

"That's not the point." He says, angry out of nowhere. "You don't get it." He grabs his wallet and keys, walking out of the room.

"Pedro, seriously?" You can't believe he's walking out like that. "Pedro!"

You hear the door closing. You wanted to go out and ask him to stay, but you didn't. You gave him his time. He's tired and just having a bad night, you think.

You text Sira, asking her to come over so you can go together. Thing she agreed on, texting Kyle that you were picking him up with Sira.

"I love your shorts." Sira says, smacking you. "But that top, maybe a staples one?"

"I like this, I'm not feeling like wearing a strapless."

"Okay, what's with the face?" She grab you by the shoulders, making you turn. "Why are you so blue?"

"Pedro was here. He was supposed to drop me off, but he told me I was only interested in the party and not on him."

"What?" Sira's face is a poem. She has this doubtful expression. "Pedro as in Pedri? What the hell?"

"Maybe he's right." You feel guilty. "Maybe he's going through something, and he doesn't know how to tell me."

"Well, guilt tripping you is not the answer." She hugs you. "We're going, and you're having fun."

You nod, still feeling guilty over going and not calling to fix things with him.

"Now, help me with my makeup." She sits at your vanity. "Hey, stop. You deserve to have fun."

You smile, repeating her words. You deserve to have fun. You grab her makeup bag, helping her with her base and eyeshadow.

Once you're ready, you take out a mini bottle of patron and two shot glasses. Pre gaming with her. "Hey, slow down, you're driving."

"I can do both perfectly, you know that."

You do another shot and left to pick your friend. The trip there was fun, singing with her and Kyle to this Nicki Minaj song.

The party was great, you can say you did drink a little bit more than usual, feeling a bad taste on your mouth after the fight.

"Okay, chug chug chug," Sira cheers you, as you and Karla, your friend in common, are competing on who can drink a long island the fastest.

"Ughh, that was disgusting." You say laughing. "I need a bathroom, I'm going to throw up."

You grab someone's hand, dragging this person to the bathroom with you. You never throw up while drinking, but this time, you kinda get a little crazy on mixing.

"You have luck I have a strong stomach."

"I want my bed." You whisper. "And a blanket."

"Okay, stay here, I'm bringing you water and a mint cause iugh. And I'm asking Sira to go."

"Love you, Ky." You hug his leg, making him laugh. "You're my bestie. Am I your bestie?"

"Sadly, you and your week stomach are my besties." He pets you in the head.

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Pedri was home, bag under his eyes after not being able to sleep, he wonders if you had a nice night, if you were okay.

He replays the story time and time and time again. Sira was with you, so you were okay. You never leave without the other.

He gets your favorite drink and food, knowing you will have a craving of those.

He knocks on your door. It's already almost night, so he's sure Sira and your other friends are gone.

A very destroyed you open the door. You look like you had a little too much fun. He smiles at your sight.

"I got you some food and a drink."

"Food first." You smile, he hands you the bag and drink. You moan hapilly at the taste of the drink. "Okay, you can come in."

"Had some fun?" He kisses your cheek.

"Mhm, a lot." You say opening the bag. "But I kinda got a little more drunk than normal."

He nods, not sure how to address the situation. But you decide to go first.

"I don't like the way you left last night." You look at him. "You don't act like that. Is there something going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I just got insecure or something I'm not sure. Perdón."

"I get that, but please don't do that again."

He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck, promising not to act like that again and to be more open about his feelings.

🪷🪷🪷

"I love the smell of roses." You say grabbing a red rose.

You were hanging around with Kyle. He was supervising the flower shop his parents had. They were one of the most exclusive flower shops in Barcelona.

"You can grab some, mom won't mind."

"If I get an invoice for this, I'm killing you."

He laughs, you pick out of the big wall that was there. You loved how the roses look so pretty, no matter the color.

"You own me lunch."

"I gave you flowers," He says, funny tone. "Isn't that enough?"

"To take me home?" You ask, imitating his tone. "Invite me to dinner first and then we can head home."

You laugh, he picks his things and tells the girls that are there working to keep an eye for him while he eats lunch.

"What do you want and why is it sushi?"

You smile, you like the rice that the sushi places sell, even tho you're not the biggest sushi fan you liked some pieces.

"I want some rice."

You saw the texts of Pedri, ignoring them. You were mad at him.

He told you, not even asked, told you that he didn't want you out with Kyle because he thought that he had feelings for you.

You had a big fight about it. Asking him to leave. You ignored his calls, texts, and even when he went to your house.

Maybe being with Kyle was not the answer, but he was your friend since the beginning of the career.

He was there for you when you had nobody and you reciprocate that for him. Being his support as much as he was your support.

"Are you okay?" He hugs you by the shoulders. "We can go get some pizza if you want."

"Yes, just a little sleepy."

You never told anybody your fights with Pedro, Sira was an exception for time to time. But that time to time was almost never.

You order food, deciding for some sushi rolls. Kyle noticing how sad you were decided that he wanted some sushi and some other things.

"Wait, lemme take a picture for insta"

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Pedro saw the pictures, blood boiling as he thought he was clear about how he didn't feel nice about this dude being your friend.

"What's wrong?" Eric asks, noticing how he threw his phone into his bag.

"This fucking Kyle dude, fucking on my nerves." He sighs. "I told her I don't like him and she's out with him."

"And you're doing nothing about it?"

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Fucking go to her and ask her to respect you, you're not a fucking college common guy, you're Pedri. Don't forget that."

Ferran wants to say something, but Pedri grabs his bag and runs out of the door.

"You're way out of line." He stops Eric at the corridor. "Stop giving Pedri your stupid advice."

"Stupid advice?" He laughs, "she's probably fucking that dude and you're on her side?"

"She's not like that."

"Just because you want her to help you go back to Sira doesn't mean she's a saint."

"Fucking stop, Eric." He yells. "Keep your problems away from Pedri and his relationship. Just because you weren't man enough for your ex doesn't mean Pedri is like you."

While the two of them yell at each other, Pedri is driving to your place. He needs to talk with you, Eric was right.

You're his girlfriend, and he needs his to feel respected. Thing he's not feeling right now.

He dials your number two times, both ending in voice mail. His anger just grows.

You and Kyle were talking in the parking lot. He needed to go back to the flower shop but also wanted to make sure you're okay.

"You can trust me, I'm not judging."

You feel your tears floot your eyes, you want to believe that Pedro was going through something and that this person who talks to you like that was not the man you love.

You hug your friend, crying in his chest. He didn't ask anything else, he knew you needed time.

"Hey, I'm here. Don't cry." His hands run up and down your back. Thing that smooth you a little.

"I don't know how to explain what's going on." You say, tears falling. "I'm just so confused."

"It's okay, you're okay now."

His hands hugging your body to gave you confort. Thing you can't seem to find.

You heard the loud noise of a car break. Making you turn your head. Pedro was looking at you from the inside of his car.

You push Kyle away from you, but his hands grab your arms. "Kyle, I think you need to go."

"What?" He's confused. Why would you ask him that? and why was your boyfriend looking like he could kill someone?

Pedri slams his car door. You let Kyle go. "Pedri, what are you doing?" You tried to grab his hand but he moved around you to where your friend is. You let a scream out when Pedro's fist impacts Kyle's cheek.

You freeze in shock. The man who's the least confrontational just punched your friend. And the worst part is that it is out of nowhere.

"What the actual fuck?" Kyle screams from the floor. Spitting blood. Lip cut open from the impact. "Are you fucking crazy?"

You can't register what he replied. When he turns around to you. You back off until your body hits his car.

"Get in the car." He grabs you by the wrist, not hurting you but making you walk. Your friend is on the floor, bleeding from the punch your boyfriend gave him.

Pedro puts the seat belt on you, your shock still there, like a fever dream.

You have a nauseous feeling. Just five minutes ago, you were crying about not knowing when he turned into this jealous boy and now he punched your friend.

The drive was silent. You feel hazy, closing your eyes. His breathing is heavy, his hands gripping the wheel so hard to make the leader squeak under his grip.

You feel the car stopping, opening your eyes to see that you're in his house. You don't want to exit the vehicle.

"You punched my friend." You whisper. "Pedro, que carajos?" (What the fuck?)

"Let's go inside." He get out to go to your side to open the door, but you press the lock button. "Y/n, don't play with me. Please get off."

"You punched my friend." You yell this time. "I want to go home. I'm not getting out."

"Get off." He unlocks the door with the control, but you again locked it. "Y/n, please."

"Are you out of your mind?" You ask, crying out of anxiety. "What is wrong with you? This is not you, I want to go."

His expression softens. It's like he's in a state of mind where he can't control himself. You're hyperventilating. Locked in his car.

"Princesa, por favor." He takes a few steps away. "I'm not hurting you, I will never. Just get off and let's talk."

He let you cry, feeling terrible for making you feel insecure around him. Making you feel like he's not your safe place.

"I'm fucking sorry." He says. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm not like that, I don't hurt people."

His hand hurts, his heart hurts, and his head hurts.

"Can you please get out of the car?"

You breathe a few times, and you unlock the car and open the door. He wants to have his arms around you.

You notice his hand is red. You know he's not hurting you. He won't. Never did, never will.

"Your hand."

"It doesn't matter."

You grab his wrist, guiding him inside of his house and to his bedroom. Once you're inside, you check for the aid kit.

With a baby wipe and alcohol you clean his hand, and his expression shows pain. You apply some cream to make it better.

"What's on your mind?" You ask, narrowed eyes. "You're not this person. You don't hit people. You don't do shit like this."

"I'm fucking sorry"

"Sorry is not enough."

"Don't say that."

"Pedro, tell me what's going on. Kyle and I have been friends since before you and I even met."

He can't look at you, eyes stick to the ground. You're someone who takes her friendships seriously. You love to nurse your friends, be there for them.

"If I'm with you, that means I'm not looking at any other dudes. Pedro you're the only one for me."

"And you're the only one for me." He finally looks at you. "I don't know what's going on, Eric and his stupid advice are ruining my mind."

"Why are you letting your friend who's bitter about his ex give you relationship advice?" You ask, angry. "Pedro, our relationship is only ours. You don't see me say that Sira or Karla are giving me advice on punching Gavi in the face because you're getting shipped on tik tok."

"I'm dumb. I'm fucking dumb for that."

You rub the rest of the cream, massaging the area to smooth his bruise.

"You're not dumb. You're such a smart man." You press a little harder than necessary, making him hiss. "So I need you to use that intelligence to understand that if you keep doing this shit, you're losing me."

His whole body tense, he can't see a day without you by his side. You're his ride or die. You're the person who taught him how to be a man.

"I can't lose you."

"Well, get your shit together then." You let his hand go, standing up. "Pedro, you're not this person, and I'm not staying if you chose to act like this from now on."

"I'm not, love, please don't go."

He hugs your waist, head on your belly. You feel his shoulders shake. He was crying at the thought of you leaving.

You don't hug him back. You don't caress his back. You don't feel like touching him more than you already did.

"You need to think of what you did. A few days apart will help."

You slowly push his arms away, you wanted to cry, but you know you have to wait till you're alone yo do it.

"Please no."

You got away from him. You take your phone out of your bag, call an Uber, and text your friend to see if you can crash her place.

Sira told you she was close to where you were, and she was picking you up. While that happened, you noticed Pedro crying into his hands.

You take a seat next to him. He's into the idea that he lost you. All because of something that he never even cared about.

"I'm leaving." You say after a while, Sira was outside. "Pedro, I need you to understand why this is happening, you need time to think and so do I."

You kiss his shoulder. Head still in his hands. You walk over to his front door. You want to keep composure, but you didn't even make it to the car when the tears began.

Sira didn't question you. She just started the car on her way to her house. Once you both are in her room, you're crying in her arms, letting all the pain go.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You nod, feeling better now that you let the tears out. She dried your tears with a tissue.

You tell her everything, how the situation went from him not wanting you to go to the party from him punching Kyle and yelling you that it was because of Eric and his advices.

"I'm sorry if this is not what you want to hear, but you should break up with him. He's becoming controlling, and that's not cute."

You shake your head no, you don't want to think about breaking up without fighting for the relationship to work.

"I can help him." You whisper. "He's just letting Eric get into his head."

"Y/n, he punched our friend over a stupid advice."

"He's not like that."

Sira decides to remain silent. She knows you're not hearing anybody. You're too attached to him to even consider the leaving option.

"Okay, I'm here for you whatever you decide."

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Ten days later and Pedro still hasn't heard from you.

He knows you were in Paris and horse riding with Sira. You were also doing other things with your classmates.

You answered his texts with a heart or with another emoji, but you won't answer his calls or FaceTime.

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"Can I have my sunglasses back?"

"No, they fit me better."

"We are wearing the same outfit." You laugh. "Hey I'm sure you will do amazing at your competition."

"I have the best cheerleader." She says, hugging and kissing your cheek. "I love you."

"Love you more." You hug her back. "Thank you for being the for me this past days, I needed that so much."

"Are you calling him today?"

"Yes, it's been almost two weeks, and I think we both had out time to think and calm down."

"Do you know how is him?"

"Gavi updates me on what he's on." You confess. "We been talking a lot, you know I love that kid like a little brother."

"He's nice." She agreed. "I love his eyebrows. They have life."

You both laugh, Gavi does have very active expression eyebrows. Thing that makes him even more memorable.

You return home, thanking her for the day with the horses. You take a shower to relax and think about what you're telling him.

He was doing a lot, sending flowers, texting you every day like he always does. Kyle and you were fine. He was just keeping a little distance for now because he's still very mad at him.

You were finishing your skincare routine when you heard a knock on the door. You ignore it, not wanting to go open the door.

But the knocks sound again after a few minutes, and you roll your eyes. Throwing a hoodie over and walking to the door.

You find a very happy Gavi. He was carrying a box of something and had another bag in his hands.

"Hola." He walks inside. Leaving the box and bag in the kitchen aisle. "I'm a messenger. And I have to give you this."

You check the things, a bag full of your favorite snacks and drinks. And the box is a dozen of your favorite pastries.

"Pedri?" You ask, bitting your lip happyly. "Thank you, messenger."

"I charge one of those." He points at the box. Making you roll your eyes in a funny way. "Please."

"Take two."

He did as told. Using a napkin as a plate.

"Want to see a movie now that you're here?" You smile.

"A scary movie?" He raised his eyebrow. Remembering your chat with Sira, you laugh.

"Yes, a scary movie."

He sends a picture to Pedri, letting him know that you got his message and that they were seeing a movie.

"So, how was Paris?"

"It was amazing, I saw Mbappé." You smile. "And it was a good game. They won."

You chat a little while the movie gets good. You were watching the last movie of the conjuring, the one that Pablo hasn't seen.

"Hey, why don't you come to the photoshot we have with this new kit.

"When is it?" You ask confused, thinking that they already did something like this. "Don't you already did that?"

"Yes, but I mean, they always want more content for social media."

"Is Pedro going?"

"Don't think so. He's in the social media team of Alyssa. We're with Antonia."

"Will go if you take me to his house after."

"Deal."

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You smile at the way Pablo and Alejandro shy out with the camera. They're getting scolded by Antonia.

"I'm sorry guys, but the last video I promise, just smile."

The day went fast. They filmed enough content for a while. Not wanting to keep doing it, Antonia let them go.

"Let's go, madame, we're heading to your prince charming house."

"Can I drive?" You ask, running to the pilot door. "I'm about to get my license."

"What if the police stop us?"

"Then you give them free tickets and we're free"

He laughs, throwing the keys at you. You were so excited about being able to drive. Pedri taught you how to do it. During those late night drives.

"Do you know the way?"

"Of course, my horse." You tap his nose with your finger. You love doing that cause of his facial expression. "Want to know a secret?"

"Si."

"Sira and I love how your eyebrows move depending on your mood."

He blushes, his ex used to say the same thing. His eyebrows had a life.

"They're my best card."

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He told you about the next games and how the team was training hard, things you're used to hearing because of Pedri.

"We're here," you announced to him, who was texting. "Thank you for the drive. Have fun, Pablito."

You both say your goodbyes, you enter Pedro's house with the spare key he gave you.

The house was silent, way too silent for your liking. You knew Fernando was in Tenerife with his parents, so you didn't really find weird not seeing him cooking or working on something.

You left your bag and key in the kitchen aisle, walking upstairs to look up for him.

The sound of the shower gave you an answer of where he was. You can see the steem coming out of the little door opening.

You take your shoes off, walking to the closet and changing into the pajama set you have there. You get into bed, making yourself comfortable in the sheets.

Not even five minutes later, you heard him moving into the bathroom, moving things, even singing lightly to a Quevedo song.

When he's out, he jumps a little, happy but surprised to see you there.

"Me has dejado cagado eh!" (You scare me)

"Perdón, I didn't want to interrupt your shower." You can't help but wonder your eyes up and down his body.

He smirked, walking to where you're to peck your lips. "I missed you. Let me change, and we can talk." You spank his ass when he turned around. "Oye, that's playing dirty."

He was giving you a show, walking around so you could peak at him while he changed. You turn your head so you can focus on the reason on why you were there.

But you didn't mind having an after sex talk with him. In the end, he was the one who needed to make it up to you.

"Ready, princesa." He jumps in bed. Arm around you. "I missed you so much, mi vida"

"So did I." You caress his almost dry hair. "How was your dar, amor?"

"Do you really want to know?" He laughs. "Or should we address the elephant in the room?"

"You're such an inpatient, Pedro." You pinch his cheek. "But yes, sit."

He sits, crossing his legs in front of you. You accommodate his hair, untangling his locks. He grabs your wrists, bringing your hands to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

"I'm sorry." He began. "You're the most important person in my life. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to let Eric advise me on relationships. But it's not on him. It's on me who did such crazy things like hitting your friend. I'm sorry, I don't want to lose you."

You grab his face, pushing him towards you. Lips collapsing. You fell into bed, lips still attached.

"Please don't do this again." You peck him. "I love you so much."

"I love you, princesa."

"Now love me in the way only you can."

"Will do." He laughs, kneeling and taking his shirt off while you unbutton your own.

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"Wooow, such a model." Pablo says, clapping his hands. "I like this one better than the black one."

"I like this one too." You say observing your reflection. "I think this is the one."

"Finally, I'm hungry."

You changed, not before taking a picture to send to your friends. You asked the girl that was helping you that you were taking the dress and to pack it up for you.

"I want Chinese. Do you want some?" You ask Gavi. He was on his phone with his mad face. "What's going on Pablito?"

"Nothing." He pout.

You pay for the dress and walk with him to the basement where the car is. He keeps this pouty face.

He parked at the Chinese restaurant that he liked the most. You want to talk to him about his mood.

You order the food, you text Pedri that you had the dress for the wedding. But what worries you is the boy in front of you.

"Pablito, mi vida. Tell me what's going on."

"I'm not sure, I'm talking with this girl, and we were fine, but these stupid rumors about me and other girls are ruining the chances I had."

"Don't worry, Pablito. You're such a kind-hearted dude. You just had to make her see who you really are."

"What can I do?" He asks, tired of trying and failing.

"Invite her to the wedding." You smile. "If she's from Barcelona, why not?"

"But, what if she says no?"

"You already have the no, but if you ask, you might get a yes."

"You're such a smart girl." He texts happily, asking you what to write and how to invite her properly.

You offer yourself to help his "friend" go get a dress or borrow her one of your own. He was happy with the offer, asking her about it to let her decide.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. If she needs help with the hair and makeup, I can help, I'm kinda good at that."

"Gracias, you're the best." He kisses your cheek. You say your goodbyes to him, hurrying upstairs yo try on the dress again and match it with some shoes.

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"Are you ready to go?" Pedri asks, kissing your cheek. "I'm obsessed with how you look."

You kiss him carefully because of the lipstick. You loved the way he made you feel like so special.

"Let's go, mi amor."

The drive to the venue was a little longer than you thought. You pictured the place being a little closer to his place than what actually is.

"I hope we find parking."

"It's kinda early."

Lucky for you, there were some available spots. You notice Gavi's car. You smile at the thought of him and his date. Hoping everything is well for him.

"Hola, you guys are early birds just like us I see."

To your luck, the table was full of people you know. Alejandro, Robert, Gavi and Eric, and Ferran.

"Una putada, early to a party but late for training." Pedri laughs, saying hi to all the table.

"Anna, Robert, you guys look amazing." You say, "Anna, I love that dress on you."

"Thank you, but what about you? You look like a movie star, shining all around."

"Thank you." You blush at her comments.

The party began not that much later. Many other playmates joined the venue. The party was great.

The bride and groom gave their welcome words, thanking everybody. Did their first dance and later on announced the food.

You made conversation with Ferran, asking him about something silly, while Pedri and Anna chatted about football.

After the food, the dance began, and so did the open bar. You wanted one drink but were too full to get it at the moment.

Ana and Robert were the ones who got to the dance floor first, inviting you all to the table to dance.

You followed them. Even when Pedri didn't like to dance, he would do it for you. "I love you." He kisses you while dancing with you.

You finally chose to go get that drink, Ferran with you because he was feeling some on the rocks.

When you go back, you notice Pedri sat down at the table talking with Alejandro. "Hey, I'm joining them, I'm resting a little." He nodded, grabbing the person he was dancing with again.

"Hola hola, got tired of dancing?" You joke with Pedri. He moves the chair for you, hugging you with his arm.

"Hey, Y/n." Alejandro called you, "how is college going on?"

"Good, I just finished with the curriculum, and we'll I'm working on other things."

"Nice, good for you."

"Excuse me, please." Gavi's date says, walking back to the table and picking up her purse.

Gavi hurried with her outside of the venue. You followed them with your eyes, worried that something might have gone wrong.

"Hey, I'll be back, I'm going to the bathroom." You tell pedri, he nods in response.

You walked outside to where Gavi and his date were, they were fighting about something and where this girl sees you, she reprimanded Gavi about it.

She walks away from the scene, Gavi turns to you, head low. "I fucking hate Eric." He says.

"What?" You hurry to his side. "What's going on, Pablito?"

"That fucking asshole told her that I had a crush on you. And that I have been in love with you since I met you. Que mierda?"

"He did what?"

"He fucking did, I'm going to punch him in the fucking face."

You stopped him, not wanting the party to be ruined about this. "Pablito no, not here. Please."

"He fucking deserves it." He yells.

"I know, but not here. Look, call her, explain.to her your feelings."

"She's not answering." He buffs.

"Try, Gavira." You hit him.in the head.

He dials her number several times, each getting into voice mail. You feel bad about what happened, angry at the asshole of Eric.

"What if you send a voice note to her inbox?"

"And say what?"

You ask for his phone, opening iMessage and searching for her name.

"How do you feel?" You ask, recording what he was about to say in a voice note.

"I just feel like an idiot because I've never met someone so special and someone so fucking pretty, super dedicated to what she does, and super smart, someone who every guy will die to be with. You're the only one I think about in the morning when I wake up, the one I want to call after training or have on the bleachers with my number on her back. You, just you."

You smile, finishing with the recording of the message. You know how important it is for him

"Qué mierda esta pasando?" Pedri asks.

Pablo turns to him. Pedri doesn't notice that what he said was for his date and not for you. "Pedro, it's not what you think."

"So this shit is not you telling my girlfriend you're in love with her?"

"Pedri, stop it." You warn him. "Not here. This is not like that."

"Will you shut up?" He said, eyes looking at Pablo and not at you. "I thought we were friends."

"This is not like that." Pablo yells. "Fucking idiot."

He pushes Pedri lightly, entering the venue again. Pedri turns to you, angry expression on his face.

"Let's go."

"You're so stupid if you think I'm leaving with you."

"Don't do this here. Let's go."

You wanted to leave before you get inside and scream at Eric for being such an asshole. "Let me get my things."

You walk inside and grab your things, Pablo was doing the same but when he noticed you he just asked you if you were okay.

"Yeah, we're leaving. Hope you solve things with her." You hug him goodbye. He sat while waiting for a few minutes till you left.

You walk outside, pedri already has the car in front of the door. You debate actually going with him.

"Get in, we're going to my place. You have some explaining to give."

You walk over to the door, slamming it when you get in. you were mad about everything, the ruined night, he being rude to you, rude to Pablo. Eric fucking up as always and Pedro following the train.

"You're such an asshole." You finally say. "You don't even know what the fuck happened and already jumped into conclusions."

"Don't try to defend him."

"I'm not, but you're so out of line, Pedro."

"Don't defend him, y/n."

"He was talking with his date over a voice note because Eric told her that he had a crush on me which is a fucking lie."

"It's not."

"It is, Pedro." You yell, angry at him. "I helped him with the invitation, with getting her a dress, with everything for him to get the girl, if he had a crush on me why would he do that?"

"You did?'

"Yes." You answer like it's obvious. "Pablo is like a little brother to me, you know that. He's your friend, a better one than Eric. Fucking stop with the attitude."

You both stayed silent until you reached his house. When the garage door closes, you immediately get out of the car.

"You were so out of line, you ruined the night for you, for me and for Pablo. I'm so fucking tires of this."

"Stop"

"No, I want to change and to sleep, my night is ruined, and so is yours. Maybe tomorrow you can fix things.

You walk upstairs, grabbing your makeup remover, some towels, your pajamas and other things, and moving yo Fernando's room.

You definitely were not sleeping, wanting to cry and to scream but just cried. He felt the frustration of the night. Pulling an all-nighter, just like you.

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Two days later, you were waiting for Pedro at his house. You wanted to fix things between Pablo and him. You want their friendship to heal. Even tho your relationship was kinda still not well from the last fight.

Pablo was showing you something, his shoulder sticker to yours so you both see the tik tok. You grap your arm around his shoulder, thing you always do.

Pedro was outside doing something with the social media team, or so you thought. He was looking at the two of you from his front door. He was mad about something someone told him.

Wanting to come home and rest and find you two glued to each other was annoying to him. Especially because he was still mad at Gavi.

He clears his throat, making you turn and smile at him.

"Hola." You greet him.

You were expecting him to do the same with you, but he didn't. He just ignored you and went upstairs.

Pablo kept his mouth shut, his teeth clenched because he didn't think that was the way he was supposed to be treating you.

"Maybe he's just mad." You excuse him, thing you do pretty often lately. "Or maybe just tired."

"That doesn't give him the right." Pablo gets up from the couch. "Let's just go, I don't want to be here."

"Wait for me in the car? I just want to get something."

He wants to tell you no and take you to the car. But he also respects your decisions. "Okay, I'll be waiting."

You walk upstairs, following Pedri. His room door was open. He was taking his dirty clothes out of his training bag.

"What was that?" You ask, sitting on his bed. "That was rude."

"Rude is you coming here trying to fix something that I dont want to." He was angry, his voice was low. "Why is he here? I didn't invite him."

You were angry. He was becoming this rude person to you and to his friends.

"Why are you talking like that?" His words were hurting you. It's like a wake-up call you were not ready to answer.

"Because it's the truth, you bring him here uninvited." He shouts.

"What are you even on, Pedro?" You shout, too. "I take time out of my day to fix the shit you have done and try to make things right with our friend because you can't seem to do it."

"Then fucking leave, come back when you can respect my house. Maybe not dressed like that."

You look down at your outfit. You are wearing a tennis skirt with a tank top, the day was hot, you weren't going to wear pants and a long sleeve.

"What about my clothes?"

"Nothing, please go."

"No, what about my clothes? Do you have a problem with the way I dress?"

"I do. Go, come back well dressed."

You laugh, making him turn to you. Angry expression on his face. "You're not going to tell me how to dress. Or who to be friends with, you're my boyfriend Pedro, not my father."

"Yes, your boyfriend, and you should respect me more."

"I have never disrespected you." You yell. "You just fucking did.! You have been doing so often. it's like a habit now. And I'm not going to let you do that to me."

"I'm having a bad fucking day, don't make it even worse."

Sira's words were echoing in your head. <You should break up with him. He's becoming controlling. And that's not cute.>

"Sira was right, I should have broken up with you the day you hit my friend." You say, angry at him. "I'm done."

"What?" His expression changed, even his tone of voice.

"You punched Kyle over nothing. You had a fight with Pablo for God's sake. This is not healthy anymore." You began.

You tried your best to heal what needed to heal in the relationship, but bandaids don't fix bullet holes, specifically if the one that's shooting keeps doing it.

"I can't do this." You wanted to cry but wont. "I excuse you with my friends, I humiliate myself for you, trying to save your image of a good boyfriend. And you just can't seem to change. I'm done for good."

"Don't do this." He tries to get closer, but you push him. "Amor."

"Why are you blaming me? You've been so controlling with my friends, with me. And now clothes are a problem? No, I'm done."

You exit the room. Leaving him speechless. He didn't notice how his actions were breaking the relationship.

"Y/n, wait." He runs downstairs.

You got in the car, asking Pablo to drive.

When Pedro made it to his front door, the car was already moving. He couldn't stop it. You were gone.

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