dia

credits to the owner!

summary: you are competing with gavi in the sleep challenge

warnings: none

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: could u write one where they decide to have a challenge on who can stay up the latest? the rest is up to you to decide:)

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It all started as a joking comment, a little challenge you threw out in passing on a summer night, just to pass the time and have fun. It has long been known that Gavi is very competitive, even when it comes to you. You both had a knack for turning even the simplest things into full-blown competition, and it was this loose idea that turned into a big competition.

"You really think you can beat me?" Gavi taunted, flashing a mischievous smile in your direction as he leaned back on the couch.

You both just finished a long day. He was after a workout he did at his gym, and you were walking around the city taking care of many outstanding matters, and despite your exhaustion, the energy between you was electrifying.

"I'm practically a machine. There's no way you can stay up longer than me" he mocked again and you raised an eyebrow, smirking at him.

"Are you sure? Because definitely I can stay up longer than you" you said, and Gavi laughed briefly, clearly amused by your boldness.

"Not a chance, preciosa. I'll bet you twenty euros that I can go a full 24 hours without sleep. Are you in?" he narrowed his eyes at you and you paused for a moment, considering it.

The idea seemed absurdly crazy, but your playful side wanted to tackle it. Plus, you knew it would be fun to prove him wrong.

"Okay, deal. First one to crash, takes the winner on a great and varied date" you said, shaking his hand and he nodded at your offer.

This is how you started the competition.

Gavi jumped up from the couch, heading straight for the fridge and tossing you a can of energy drink as if he was getting ready for a fight.

"You're going to need this" he said, smirking.

You grabbed the can and shook your head.

"Trust me, I can handle it. You'll need more than energy drinks to beat me" you taunted and Pablo snorted at your words.

You opened the can, your mind already focused on winning. The hours passed quickly, both of you laughing, joking and coming up with more and more absurd ways to stay awake.

It was easy at first, Gavi would tell you funny stories from training and you would tell him funny stories from college before the holidays started, playing games, watching intense movies, and even taking on stupid challenges just to keep your energy up. However, as the hours passed, fatigue began to make itself felt.

You found yourself in the living room, doing jumping jacks, trying to force your body to stay active. Gavi, of course, gave you this challenge to see who could do more. He was fast and ambitious, but you didn't want to give up, so you continued. You both ended up winded and out of breath, but neither of you wanted to give up.

“You know,” Gavi said, wiping the sweat from his forehead, “I don't even need sleep. I've trained my body for this. It's like my body runs on pure energy” he announced and you raised your eyebrows, laughing.

"Have you been training for this since you were born or something?" you scoffed, Gavi smiled and leaned back on the couch.

"More or less. I'm built differently. I can go a week without sleep, no problem" he said confidently, you rolled your eyes and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that” you shook your head in disbelief.

After 1 am, fatigue began to creep in. Your eyelids felt heavier and Gavi's usual energy was starting to wane. Still, neither of you wanted to admit defeat. Gavi, ever the problem solver, grabbed the phone.

"Okay, let's do something. Maybe we'll listen to some music so we don't get bored?" he asked and you looked at him.

"Karaoke?" your eyes lit up and Pablo gave you a mischievous smile.

He turned on the TV, and after a while you both started jamming to the songs of Bad Bunny and Rauw Alejandro, laughing your ass off.

After that, Pablo, without waiting for your answer, tapped on his phone screen and happy pop and reggaeton music started blaring from the speakers.

You both started dancing like idiots in the middle of the living room, trying to outdo each other with the most ridiculous moves. Gavi was doing something that could only be described as a combination of a moonwalk and a robot, while you were trying something that vaguely resembled the Macarena.

“I think I'm starting to feel it” Gavi said, his eyelids heavy, but he wasn't ready to give up. “But I'm not giving up yet. Not while you're still strong" he pointed his finger at you, smiling.

You nodded, but you weren't sure how much longer you could hold on. It was already after 3 am and the exhaustion was starting to become overwhelming. Your conversations, once sharp and witty, began to turn into nonsense.

You debated which is better: pizza or burgers, Gavi insisted that the burger is better because "it's like a party in your mouth" and who has a better chance of surviving on a desert island. You argued that the squirrel's survival skills were superior, while Gavi was adamant that the dolphin would win hands down.

As the debates became more and more absurd, exhaustion caught up with both of you. Your voice became slower and your jokes became less funny. It was clear that neither of you would last much longer, but there was one more thing neither of you had planned on, which was going to sleep. But it happened so suddenly that you didn't even notice what was happend.

You had just finished deciding whether it would be better to eat one large donut or a dozen small ones when you felt your body giving up. Your eyelids drooped, your head started drooping, and before you could stop yourself, you fell straight into Gavi's lap.

The moment sleep overtook you, Gavi looked at you in surprise, his competitive advantage giving way to fear for a moment.

"Wait, no way... are you already out?" he tried to nudge you to wake you up but you didn't respond, your breathing was steady and deep since you were already asleep and your head was resting on his leg.

Gavi blinked a few times, his initial shock turning into a soft chuckle.

"I can't believe you fell asleep so quickly" he muttered, amused, but also a little defeated.

He gently reached down to lift your head, making sure you were comfortable, but as soon as his hand touched your hair, his own eyelids became heavy. With a deep sigh, he leaned back on the couch, his body finally giving in to the force of exhaustion.

"Okay, fine. You win" he said, chuckling softly, though you were too sleepy to hear it.

His last words were barely a whisper as he fell asleep, resting his head against the back of the couch as sleep overtook him too. Now you lay next to each other, finally tied in the most absurd situation imaginable.

The house was quiet now, save for the faint sound of breathing in the room and the gentle hum of the music still playing in the background. Neither of you had 'won', but in this quiet moment it didn't matter.

After a moment, Gavi moved slightly, feeling the coolness of the room on his skin. Smiling softly at the sight of you curled up next to him, he gently reached out, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch. He carefully slipped it over the both of you, hugging your bodies tightly as he pulled you closer. His fingers brushed through your hair, soon kissing the top of your head.

“Sweet dreams, amorcito” he whispered to you.

With that, he closed his eyes, feeling his heart warm as he fell asleep next to you.

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: lola met a boy through her public spotify playlists. the boy turn out to be someone her madridista boyfriend hates.

warnings: toxic boyfriend (not gavi)

taglist: @htpssgavi; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

"He's so fucking annoying," Lucas said, pointing at the boy on the TV, complaining to the ref about some foul he might or might not have committed. Lola sighed.

"He seems passionate..." she said, but it was the wrong thing.

(I’m sorry for the bad English it’s not my first language)

Can't Help It~Pablo Gavi

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

7- “I don’t like sharing what’s mine, and you, my love, are very much mine.” (jealousy)

7- “I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.” (fluff)

Her quietness and shyness were the things Pablo loved the most about her. He loved how sensitive she is, how her soft laugh fills the room with happiness instantly, how she had a different personality when she was with him, one that only he gets to see.

But as she sat on her phone talking to one of her ‘old friends’, one Pablo wasn’t particularly a fan of, he wondered if that friend got to see this side of her more often than he did.

She was laughing effortlessly, talking with such passion he had never seen before. Maybe he wouldn’t have thought about it too much if he didn’t know who that was. But this one person was the only person who knew her more than he even did. Her ex.

In other times, Pablo would’ve been smiling so widely at her genuine laugh, but this time he was getting mad, too mad. She had been sitting there for what felt like hours just catching up with her childhood best friend, her first love too.

And the jealousy was boiling in Gavi at how easy it seemed for her to talk about everything and nothing with him.

“You’ve been talking to him for hours. Aren’t you done?” His rude voice caught her attention, making her look at him confused.

“I have to go. It was nice catching up with you. Bye” she said quickly, hanging up before putting her phone down and looking at Gavi

“What’s wrong?” she asked, putting her hand over his except he snatched his hand away from hers, making her even more confused, even a bit hurt.

“Pablo?” she said, her voice barely above whisper.

“What y/n?” he said through gritted teeth, his anger and jealousy evident in his voice. “You’re just gonna act as if you haven't been sitting there for an hour catching up with your ex? Your fucking ex y/n” 

She flinched at the aggressiveness of his voice, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“What do you mean? You know me and him are still friends” she said, blinking away the tears that have started to form in her eyes. She hated how this was going to end because she knew it was gonna lead to an argument, and that’s the last thing she wanted.

“That’s the problem y/n” he said, standing up angrily from the couch as he started pacing across the room. “That’s the fucking problem. And what’s worse is that you can’t even see it!”

She let out a shaky breath, standing up to stop him from walking around the room.

“Pablo I love you. I’m yours, you know that” she stated in a soft voice, unable to hold back her tears

He stopped his movement, stepping closer to her. He looked down at her, his eyes full of anger, jealousy, and something else she couldn’t point out.

“I don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he murmured, “and you, my love, are very much mine.”

“You’re not sharing me with anyone Pablito” she whispered.

“Then why does it feel like I’m competing with a guy from your past y/n? Huh, tell me?” he raised his voice once again, making her step away from him immediately.

The tears streamed down her face faster, as she watched his angry expression, the jealousy in his voice and the uncertainty in his eyes.

“Pablo please” she said in a low face, her cheeks stained from her tears.

He turned to look at her, his anger melting into guilt as he watched her broken state. The tears on her face, her shaking hands, and the desperate look in her eyes.

“Oh baby” he whispered, walking closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her quickly, cradling her head against his chest, brushing a kiss over her hair.

“lo siento amor…lo siento mucho bebé” he whispered against her hair, swaying their bodies slowly. (I'm sorry love. I'm so sorry baby)

As she sobbed quietly in his chest, he couldn't help the guilt eating him up. He hadn't meant to make her cry, his jealousy and anger got the best of him and now he regretted every second of it.

After holding her for a few minutes, her sobs died down and she pulled away to look at him.

“Pablo…I love you” she mumbled, making him smile weakly at her.

“I know baby I know” he said, brushing her hair away from face.

“He's really just my friend. I don't like him anymore. I have you now.” she said, wiping her tears with the back of her sleeve.

Pablo's smile widened, yet he couldn't shake the weight of blaming himself for turning her happiness into tears.

“I'm really sorry amor,” he cupped her cheeks in his big hands as he gazed into her slightly red eyes. “I know I shouldn't have been mad at you but I couldn't help but feel jealous at how you were laughing and talking so passionately to him”

“but that doesn't mean anything. i told you he means nothing to me anymore” she said back, putting her arms gently around his waist.

He smiled with a nod, leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead.

“I trust you, amor. Let me make it up to you” he said, making her raise her eyebrows.

“How?” she asked with a smile

“Put a jacket on. we're going out”

As the two walked hand in hand around their neighborhood, the silence took over them. That was until Pablo stopped in front of the ice cream shop by the corner, looking down at his girlfriend.

“let's get some ice cream” he nudged his head towards the shop, making her grin widen as she tightened her grip around his hand

“This is so good” y/n hummed, as they stepped out of the shop, each one of them a cup of ice cream in hand.

Pablo smiled at her, humming in response. While they were chatting as their walk continued, a flower shop caught Pablo's attention. He smiled to himself before turning to her.

“Wait for me here,” he said, and without letting her say a thing, he rushed to the shop.

After about two minutes, he came back. A huge bouquet of red roses in his hands, and a wide smile on his face.

“And these pretty roses are for my pretty princesa” he handed them to her, watching how her face softened with a pout on her lips.

“for me?” she said in awe, while he nodded proudly.

“I’m sorry” he said, making her look up at him. She smiled widely as she looked at the gorgeous roses in her hand.

“These are so pretty. Thank you” she said, unable to hide her smile. He couldn’t help but smile as wide as her

“I know it sounds silly, but I just like watching you be happy.”

Her face softened at his little confession before one of her hands reached up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. She kissed his soft lips so gently, while his hand wrapped around her waist, and the other one steadied the bouquet in her hand.

“te amo mi niño precioso” she mumbled against his lips, making him smile. (I love you my precious boy)

“te amo más mi vida” he whispered back. (I love you more my life)

credits to the owner!

summary: gossip clouds your mind so much that your relationship hangs over the abyss

warnings: angst, argument

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

requests: 1. hey i would like to request about pablo x reader were the reader is so jealous and upset about the girl that rumored pablo... and pablo keep telling her that there were just friends but the reader wouldn't believe it. and it turned out to have their biggest argument and 1 day ago they sorted it out.. and can you please make it long HEHEH (take your time and thank you so much💘)

2. i loovveddd your prom fic it was really good!! could you write an angst fic for gavi? any storyline you wish, thank you🫶🫶

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It was a Thursday night and you should have known something was wrong from the very beginning. The air was heavier than usual, the silence in apartment was unbearable. You were sitting in the kitchen, idly scrolling through your phone, when you saw the notification. It was from your friend from college, her name flashed on the screen, and it had a link to an article attached to it. You didn't notice it at first, but then you saw the headline.

"Pablo Gavi and Alice: Sparks fly in Barcelona's newest friendship"

Your heart jumped and then dropped completely. The world around you seemed to lose its color. Alice. This name. You had heard them many times before, but you always ignored them. You never thought about it. But now, seeing them in bold, your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe.

You stared at the headline, each word felt like a punch to the gut. "Sparks fly." Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even process the rest. Pablo. Pablo, the person you trusted and loved with all your heart. And now, the realization hit you like a freight train, he wasn't just your Pablo anymore.

He wasn't the one who came back to you at night, laughing at your stupid jokes, holding you close like you were the only person who mattered.

The article continued. Details, too many details, about how Pablo and Alice were inseparable. As always, they seemed to gravitate towards each other, even in the most mundane moments. “Always seen laughing”, “always talking closely during practice”, “even spending time together off the field”.

Your stomach turned, nausea creeping in as you read. Your throat felt tight and the burn of betrayal crawled up your spine, threatening to drown you. Each sentence was a fresh blow. Every new detail made the ground fall away from under you. A pit began to form in your chest and spread throughout your body like ice, sharp and cold.

“Just friends” you muttered under your breath, but the words seemed empty, like a lie you kept trying to convince yourself.

Your hands shook violently as you scrolled down, each sentence sinking into you. Each new revelation, a new crack in the foundation of everything you thought you knew.

It wasn't just friendship. You knew it. You felt it in your bones. And what scared you more was that you saw the signs, you saw them all, but you ignored them. The way Pablo smiled into the phone, his eyes lighting up when Alice's name appeared on the screen. The way he never hesitated to respond to her messages, the inside jokes, the laughter that seemed to echo in the background but you never questioned it. You never let your insecurities creep in because you trusted him. You trusted him completely.

Now, as you sat there, staring at the screen, everything changed. The love you thought was unwavering, the bond you thought would never be broken, suddenly felt fragile, like broken glass beneath your feet.

Later that night, you tried to push away the thoughts that were consuming you. "Maybe I'm exaggerating too much?" you thought. Maybe it was nothing, just harmless friendship, but deep down something was gnawing at you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were losing him, even if you didn't know why.

When Pablo finally returned home, the silence between the two of you was deafening. You didn't even look at him when he walked through the door, his smile fading the moment he saw the look on your face. It wasn't the way he usually greeted you like always, full of warmth and affection. No, this time it was different. You felt as if a cold void had opened between you.

"Hey, what happened?" his voice was soft, filled with concern, but there was a note of uncertainty in it that cut deeper than any harsh words.

"So...Alice, huh?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

They were sharp, cutting, and when they hit the air, it felt like the world stopped. Your voice cracked at the end, the jealousy, the pain, the betrayal spilling out in a way you couldn't contain. Pablo blinked in surprise, his face turning pale.

"What about Alice?" he was confused, clearly off balance, but there was something else in his eyes, something that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into something you couldn't control.

Then you stood up, the tension in your body unbearable.

"The girl you spend all your time with? The one they call your new best friend? The one I wasn't supposed to worry about?" you scoffed, looking at him from under the bull.

His expression faltered, and then a wave of guilt washed over his face.

"Amor, I... I don't know what you're talking about and you definitely have nothing to worry about" he stated calmly.

But now you couldn't stop. You couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain poured out of you like a flood.

"Don't lie to me, Pablo!" you growled, your voice shaking with anger, frustration, and pain you couldn't put into words. “I saw the way you looked at her. You're constantly texting her, laughing, sharing inside jokes. You're not the same with me anymore” you said in one breath, sadness radiating from you.

He frowned, frustration creeping into his voice.

“Y/N, you're acting ridiculous” he growled, but even then there was a note of hurt in his words. “I love YOU. Alice and I just-”

"What is it, Pablo?" you interrupted, raising your voice. "Just friends? You don't understand that, do you? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!" you screamed.

There was a silence that was suffocating. He clenched his jaw and his eyes seemed to darken, trying to find the words to fix this, but there were none. Eventually his voice softened, though it still carried the weight of something unsaid.

"I already told you. She's just a friend. Why can't you believe me?" he asked impatiently.

“Because you're not showing me that you care” you snapped, tears now streaming down your cheeks, your breathing ragged. “You're so wrapped up in her that I feel invisible, Pablo. I don’t even know who you are anymore” your voice cracked.

"I don't-" Pablo started, you interrupted him, every word you said now feeling like a dagger.

"No, don't you dare! I sat here and watched you. I watched you talk to her, watch you smile at her like she was the only person in the world. And I was too blind to notice, but now... Now I don't I can unsee this” your voice cracked.

His face hardened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue. He closed his eyes as if trying to gather his thoughts, but you were already too far away.

“Please, Y/N” he said quietly, walking up to you, his voice barely above a whisper. “She's just a fellow staff member, someone I talk to, nothing more. I'm telling you there's nothing between us. Please trust me" he explained.

“Amor, you have to believe me. She's just a friend. I don't know why people say such things, but you're the one I want! It was always you!” he spoke desperately but calmly, trying to calm you down.

You shook your head, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks.

“I don't believe you anymore” you whispered, the words seeming to choke you. “I don't know how to believe you anymore,” you sobbed, shaking your head, slowly backing towards the door.

Pablo's face fell, pain written all over it. His hand reached for you, but you recoiled, every instinct telling you to run.

“No, don't touch me” your voice was rough, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make him freeze in place, feeling hurt.

"I'm sorry, okay?" his voice broke. “Please, you have to believe me. I love you, Y/N! Alice is just a friend” he said, contrite.

Your chest ached, the pain was unbearable.

"How could you love me and still do that? How could you let her take control like that? How could you let me feel like that, like I wasn't enough?" you threw out everything that was on your heart.

Pablo flinched as if the words physically hurt him. He stepped closer, but you shook your head violently, backing away.

"No, Pablo. You don't understand. I'm not second choice. I'm not a spare. I'm your girlfriend. I shouldn't even be competing for your attention! I'm the one who counts, not her!" you screamed, desperate and angry.

His jaw clenched, anger flashed in his eyes for a moment, but then it turned into something much worse, regret and helplessness.

“Y/N, please... I didn't want this to happen” a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I don't care what you meant” you blurted out, raising your voice, pouring out the weight of your broken heart. “I care about what you did. And I can't go on living like this" you choked out.

“Please” he said, his voice breaking, he tried to grab your hand again, but you kept pulling away. “Don't say that. Don't say you're leaving. We can fix this. We can-” you interrupted him.

"No!" you screamed, unable to hold back the surge of emotion. “I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to sit here and watch you fall in love with someone else. I’m not going to be the one you leave” you sobbed, a waterfall of tears falling from your eyes.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

"Y/N, please don't go. I need you. I love you! Only you!" he screamed in despair, he felt his world collapsing.

You shook your head, your heart breaking in a way you never thought possible.

"You should have thought about it sooner. I'm done" you choked out, turning your back to him.

You couldn't look at him anymore. Not with the suffocating weight of everything unspoken between the two of you. Not with the reality of what he did.

You grabbed your coat, the material like a barrier between you and the raw pain that twisted in your chest. Once you ran out of his house, you didn't look back. You couldn't. You couldn't bear the sight of him, standing there, broken.

After you closed the door, Pablo fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands. He began to sob, feeling his chest sink and his heart clenching in pain. He couldn't believe what had just happened. You left him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next day was a suffocating void. Silence. She was pushing from all sides. You haven't heard anything from Pablo. The thought of hearing his voice pained you. Of course you missed him. You couldn't believe that everything fell apart in just a few minutes.

The awkward tension of trying to make sense of it all made your skin crawl. But you couldn't stop thinking about the article, about Alice, about the distance growing between you and the person you thought you knew, the person you loved.

"Maybe you overreacted?" you thought. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought. But you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in your stomach. Jealousy twisted inside you, something deep and primal that you couldn't push away, no matter how hard you tried.

Hours passed. Pablo called once. Then the second one. Tenth. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer. You didn't want to listen to his explanations, you didn't want to hear him tell you that everything would be fine, that Alice was just a friend. You couldn't stand it anymore.

Only late in the evening, when night had already fallen, you heard a knock on the door. Hesitantly, you opened it, but there was no mistaking the pain in his eyes when he saw you standing there, red-eyed, shaking.

“Y/N” Pablo said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

His usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced with something raw, something real.

“I need to talk to you. I'm here to fix it. Please” he begged, Pablo’s voice firm but gentle, his hands trembling and his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You crossed your arms but didn't look away. The wound in your heart still hurt, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to listen.

“I don't know if there's anything else to say, Pablo” you said quietly.

“Please” he said again, his voice cracking.

You hesitated, but you let him into your apartment, and when you closed the door, he immediately turned to you.

"I know I messed up. I should have made you feel safe. I should have shown you that you were everything to me, and instead I let you doubt. I let her get in the way" he said.

You took a shaky breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I don't know how to trust you again” you whispered, your voice was fragile, you were on the verge of tears. The pain still too fresh to ignore.

Pablo's gaze softened and he took a small step towards you, his eyes pleading.

“Y/N, I never wanted to make you feel like the second option. I love you. I love you so much. You are my whole world. Alice, she is nothing. Just a friend. But I was stupid and let my actions speak louder than my words. I'm very sorry, it will never happen again" he said in a desperate voice.

His words hit you like a tidal wave and for a moment you couldn't breathe. He took another step closer, extending his hand, but you pulled back, not ready to give him that much more. You had to listen to him first, he understood.

"I need to hear you say it, Pablo. I need to know that you're not just saying it because you don't want to lose me. I need to know that you're serious. You need to prove to me that I'm the one you want" You hoped that everything would work out.

He nodded slowly, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I need you, Y/N. I will do whatever it takes to make things right. If you want time, I will give it to you. If you want space, I will stay away. But I will never stop fighting for you" he looked deep into your eyes, and sincerity shone from his warm brown eyes.

The sensitivity in his voice shattered something inside you. He wasn't perfect and maybe there will always be insecurities, there will always be moments of doubt, but the love in his eyes was real. The sincerity in his words was too strong to ignore.

“I believe you” you finally whispered, the weight in your chest lifting just a little. “But it won't be easy, Pablo. It will take some time” you said quietly but gently.

He smiled softly, a small, broken smile, but it was enough.

"I know. And I'll spend every day proving it to you" he announced.

You took a deep breath and without thinking, closed the distance between the two of you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you tightly, desperately, as if he was afraid you might slip away from him again.

You felt his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to believe in him again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, you saw the real Pablo. The one who was a man who made mistakes but tried, really tried to fix it.

“I love you, Y/N” Pablo murmured into your ear, his voice full of emotion. “I love you more than anything” he whispered.

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, your fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt as a sob escaped your throat.

"I love you too, Pablo. But I need you to show it to me. Every day. Not just with words" you sobbed, and he stroked your hair soothingly.

"I will" he promised in a firm voice. "I will, I swear" he said with tears in his eyes, but with relief in his heart that you gave him a second chance.

And in that moment, as his arms held you tighter, you realized that love wasn't perfect. It wasn't always smooth. But it was worth fighting for. And you knew, deep inside, that despite the pain, despite the suffering, you and Pablo had something worth saving.

"I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't do enough to calm you down back then. I love you, mi vida, and I'm not going anywhere" he spoke again after a short silence.

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to form.

"I'm sorry too. I should have trusted you. My jealousy got the best of me. I don't want to lose you over something so stupid" you said, your voice broken.

Pablo took your hand and squeezed it gently.

“You won't lose me. I promise. I'm always here for you and I won't let anything come between us, neither gossip nor uncertainty. It's just you and me, okay?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

You nodded, then snuggled into his chest again as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed the top of your head. The tension was starting to melt away. Healing takes time, but you both knew you could handle it. Because you had each other and that was all that mattered.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

In the following weeks, everything slowly returned to normal. Pablo tried to show you how much he loved you, always putting you first, always assuring you that you were the one he wanted. Alice was still nearby, but you no longer felt threatened. You learned to trust him again, and he learned to be more open with you, no longer allowing misunderstandings to build up.

One evening, you and Pablo were sitting on the couch in his living room. The night was quiet, and the faint hum of the city was barely audible through the open window. You spent hours talking, really talking about everything that was weighing on your hearts. Misunderstanding with Alice, jealousy, doubts. You were finally starting to feel like the distance between you was closing.

Pablo turned to you, his gaze soft but intense. The way he looked at you now was different, full of love, sincerity, and something that made you feel a sense of relief in your chest. He was so patient with you, so understanding. He apologized to you countless times, reassured you time and time again, but it was his actions, not just his words, that made you feel that everything would be okay.

You felt a little shy under his intense gaze, but your heart was full. The air between you was heavy, not from tension, but from something much more powerful.

"But are you sure?" you asked again, your voice barely audible above a whisper. “That it was just me? That you love me and that I am the one you want?” you asked, still unsure at some points.

He nodded, smiling at you, his hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek gently.

"Always you, Y/N. Only you. I can't imagine life without you. I've never been more sure of anything than this" he confessed, his eyes shining with pure sincerity and unimaginable love for you.

A lump formed in your throat, your heart swelling at his words. You were so scared, so unsure, but now it all made sense. Pablo loved you, more than you could ever imagine. Now you knew it deep in your bones.

“You mean everything to me, Y/N” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “I never want to hurt you again” he said firmly.

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of his presence. Then, opening your eyelids slightly without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you and Pablo.

The world seemed to stop, and when your lips met his, everything inside you ignited. At first it was gentle, shy, almost as if he was asking for permission. But you deepened the kiss, your hands reaching up to touch his face, your fingers combing through his hair as you pulled him closer.

His lips tasted of relief and love, and in that kiss you could feel the weight of everything you had been through together. The jealousy, the misunderstandings, the pain, all of it melted away, replaced by an undeniable connection between the two of you, a longing. There was no longer any room for doubt, no room for uncertainty. It was just the two of you, wrapped in this moment of pure love.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you out of breath. You smiled to each other, your heart racing, but uncertainty still crept into your mind.

“I was afraid, Pablo” you finally whispered, feeling bad for interrupting the romantic moment. “I was afraid that I wasn't enough for you, that you would find someone better, someone who wouldn't be so insecure. And then there was Alicia, always around, always so perfect. And the rumors, my God, the rumors… They made me think I was losing you” tears of terror gathered in your eyes again.

Pablo's face softened as he sat even closer to you, his hand reaching for yours.

"You'll never lose me, Y/N. I promise. I'm not perfect, but I know I love you. I want to be with you, always. You are more than enough and I will do anything to make you feel safe, to make you trust me again" he stroked with his thumb your hand.

You looked at him for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest. And then you slowly walked into his arms, letting him hold you tightly.

“I'm sorry again, too” you said quietly. “I should have trusted you more. I was just so scared...” you whispered.

“It's okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “We'll get through this together. We always do this” he rubbed your back.

“I love you, cariño” you said softly, a smile curving your lips.

"I love you more, mi amor" Pablo replied, his voice equally quiet but full of promise.

And when he kissed you again, this time with more passion and confidence, you knew everything would be okay.

There were no more doubts, no more fears. You learned that love requires vulnerability, and sometimes even the strongest relationships have to go through a storm before they can shine brighter.

You were his and he was yours and nothing or no one could change that.

credits to the owner!

summary: gossip clouds your mind so much that your relationship hangs over the abyss

warnings: angst, argument

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

requests: 1. hey i would like to request about pablo x reader were the reader is so jealous and upset about the girl that rumored pablo... and pablo keep telling her that there were just friends but the reader wouldn't believe it. and it turned out to have their biggest argument and 1 day ago they sorted it out.. and can you please make it long HEHEH (take your time and thank you so much💘)

2. i loovveddd your prom fic it was really good!! could you write an angst fic for gavi? any storyline you wish, thank you🫶🫶

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It was a Thursday night and you should have known something was wrong from the very beginning. The air was heavier than usual, the silence in apartment was unbearable. You were sitting in the kitchen, idly scrolling through your phone, when you saw the notification. It was from your friend from college, her name flashed on the screen, and it had a link to an article attached to it. You didn't notice it at first, but then you saw the headline.

"Pablo Gavi and Alice: Sparks fly in Barcelona's newest friendship"

Your heart jumped and then dropped completely. The world around you seemed to lose its color. Alice. This name. You had heard them many times before, but you always ignored them. You never thought about it. But now, seeing them in bold, your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe.

You stared at the headline, each word felt like a punch to the gut. "Sparks fly." Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even process the rest. Pablo. Pablo, the person you trusted and loved with all your heart. And now, the realization hit you like a freight train, he wasn't just your Pablo anymore.

He wasn't the one who came back to you at night, laughing at your stupid jokes, holding you close like you were the only person who mattered.

The article continued. Details, too many details, about how Pablo and Alice were inseparable. As always, they seemed to gravitate towards each other, even in the most mundane moments. “Always seen laughing”, “always talking closely during practice”, “even spending time together off the field”.

Your stomach turned, nausea creeping in as you read. Your throat felt tight and the burn of betrayal crawled up your spine, threatening to drown you. Each sentence was a fresh blow. Every new detail made the ground fall away from under you. A pit began to form in your chest and spread throughout your body like ice, sharp and cold.

“Just friends” you muttered under your breath, but the words seemed empty, like a lie you kept trying to convince yourself.

Your hands shook violently as you scrolled down, each sentence sinking into you. Each new revelation, a new crack in the foundation of everything you thought you knew.

It wasn't just friendship. You knew it. You felt it in your bones. And what scared you more was that you saw the signs, you saw them all, but you ignored them. The way Pablo smiled into the phone, his eyes lighting up when Alice's name appeared on the screen. The way he never hesitated to respond to her messages, the inside jokes, the laughter that seemed to echo in the background but you never questioned it. You never let your insecurities creep in because you trusted him. You trusted him completely.

Now, as you sat there, staring at the screen, everything changed. The love you thought was unwavering, the bond you thought would never be broken, suddenly felt fragile, like broken glass beneath your feet.

Later that night, you tried to push away the thoughts that were consuming you. "Maybe I'm exaggerating too much?" you thought. Maybe it was nothing, just harmless friendship, but deep down something was gnawing at you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were losing him, even if you didn't know why.

When Pablo finally returned home, the silence between the two of you was deafening. You didn't even look at him when he walked through the door, his smile fading the moment he saw the look on your face. It wasn't the way he usually greeted you like always, full of warmth and affection. No, this time it was different. You felt as if a cold void had opened between you.

"Hey, what happened?" his voice was soft, filled with concern, but there was a note of uncertainty in it that cut deeper than any harsh words.

"So...Alice, huh?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

They were sharp, cutting, and when they hit the air, it felt like the world stopped. Your voice cracked at the end, the jealousy, the pain, the betrayal spilling out in a way you couldn't contain. Pablo blinked in surprise, his face turning pale.

"What about Alice?" he was confused, clearly off balance, but there was something else in his eyes, something that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into something you couldn't control.

Then you stood up, the tension in your body unbearable.

"The girl you spend all your time with? The one they call your new best friend? The one I wasn't supposed to worry about?" you scoffed, looking at him from under the bull.

His expression faltered, and then a wave of guilt washed over his face.

"Amor, I... I don't know what you're talking about and you definitely have nothing to worry about" he stated calmly.

But now you couldn't stop. You couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain poured out of you like a flood.

"Don't lie to me, Pablo!" you growled, your voice shaking with anger, frustration, and pain you couldn't put into words. “I saw the way you looked at her. You're constantly texting her, laughing, sharing inside jokes. You're not the same with me anymore” you said in one breath, sadness radiating from you.

He frowned, frustration creeping into his voice.

“Y/N, you're acting ridiculous” he growled, but even then there was a note of hurt in his words. “I love YOU. Alice and I just-”

"What is it, Pablo?" you interrupted, raising your voice. "Just friends? You don't understand that, do you? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!" you screamed.

There was a silence that was suffocating. He clenched his jaw and his eyes seemed to darken, trying to find the words to fix this, but there were none. Eventually his voice softened, though it still carried the weight of something unsaid.

"I already told you. She's just a friend. Why can't you believe me?" he asked impatiently.

“Because you're not showing me that you care” you snapped, tears now streaming down your cheeks, your breathing ragged. “You're so wrapped up in her that I feel invisible, Pablo. I don’t even know who you are anymore” your voice cracked.

"I don't-" Pablo started, you interrupted him, every word you said now feeling like a dagger.

"No, don't you dare! I sat here and watched you. I watched you talk to her, watch you smile at her like she was the only person in the world. And I was too blind to notice, but now... Now I don't I can unsee this” your voice cracked.

His face hardened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue. He closed his eyes as if trying to gather his thoughts, but you were already too far away.

“Please, Y/N” he said quietly, walking up to you, his voice barely above a whisper. “She's just a fellow staff member, someone I talk to, nothing more. I'm telling you there's nothing between us. Please trust me" he explained.

“Amor, you have to believe me. She's just a friend. I don't know why people say such things, but you're the one I want! It was always you!” he spoke desperately but calmly, trying to calm you down.

You shook your head, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks.

“I don't believe you anymore” you whispered, the words seeming to choke you. “I don't know how to believe you anymore,” you sobbed, shaking your head, slowly backing towards the door.

Pablo's face fell, pain written all over it. His hand reached for you, but you recoiled, every instinct telling you to run.

“No, don't touch me” your voice was rough, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make him freeze in place, feeling hurt.

"I'm sorry, okay?" his voice broke. “Please, you have to believe me. I love you, Y/N! Alice is just a friend” he said, contrite.

Your chest ached, the pain was unbearable.

"How could you love me and still do that? How could you let her take control like that? How could you let me feel like that, like I wasn't enough?" you threw out everything that was on your heart.

Pablo flinched as if the words physically hurt him. He stepped closer, but you shook your head violently, backing away.

"No, Pablo. You don't understand. I'm not second choice. I'm not a spare. I'm your girlfriend. I shouldn't even be competing for your attention! I'm the one who counts, not her!" you screamed, desperate and angry.

His jaw clenched, anger flashed in his eyes for a moment, but then it turned into something much worse, regret and helplessness.

“Y/N, please... I didn't want this to happen” a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I don't care what you meant” you blurted out, raising your voice, pouring out the weight of your broken heart. “I care about what you did. And I can't go on living like this" you choked out.

“Please” he said, his voice breaking, he tried to grab your hand again, but you kept pulling away. “Don't say that. Don't say you're leaving. We can fix this. We can-” you interrupted him.

"No!" you screamed, unable to hold back the surge of emotion. “I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to sit here and watch you fall in love with someone else. I’m not going to be the one you leave” you sobbed, a waterfall of tears falling from your eyes.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

"Y/N, please don't go. I need you. I love you! Only you!" he screamed in despair, he felt his world collapsing.

You shook your head, your heart breaking in a way you never thought possible.

"You should have thought about it sooner. I'm done" you choked out, turning your back to him.

You couldn't look at him anymore. Not with the suffocating weight of everything unspoken between the two of you. Not with the reality of what he did.

You grabbed your coat, the material like a barrier between you and the raw pain that twisted in your chest. Once you ran out of his house, you didn't look back. You couldn't. You couldn't bear the sight of him, standing there, broken.

After you closed the door, Pablo fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands. He began to sob, feeling his chest sink and his heart clenching in pain. He couldn't believe what had just happened. You left him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next day was a suffocating void. Silence. She was pushing from all sides. You haven't heard anything from Pablo. The thought of hearing his voice pained you. Of course you missed him. You couldn't believe that everything fell apart in just a few minutes.

The awkward tension of trying to make sense of it all made your skin crawl. But you couldn't stop thinking about the article, about Alice, about the distance growing between you and the person you thought you knew, the person you loved.

"Maybe you overreacted?" you thought. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought. But you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in your stomach. Jealousy twisted inside you, something deep and primal that you couldn't push away, no matter how hard you tried.

Hours passed. Pablo called once. Then the second one. Tenth. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer. You didn't want to listen to his explanations, you didn't want to hear him tell you that everything would be fine, that Alice was just a friend. You couldn't stand it anymore.

Only late in the evening, when night had already fallen, you heard a knock on the door. Hesitantly, you opened it, but there was no mistaking the pain in his eyes when he saw you standing there, red-eyed, shaking.

“Y/N” Pablo said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

His usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced with something raw, something real.

“I need to talk to you. I'm here to fix it. Please” he begged, Pablo’s voice firm but gentle, his hands trembling and his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You crossed your arms but didn't look away. The wound in your heart still hurt, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to listen.

“I don't know if there's anything else to say, Pablo” you said quietly.

“Please” he said again, his voice cracking.

You hesitated, but you let him into your apartment, and when you closed the door, he immediately turned to you.

"I know I messed up. I should have made you feel safe. I should have shown you that you were everything to me, and instead I let you doubt. I let her get in the way" he said.

You took a shaky breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I don't know how to trust you again” you whispered, your voice was fragile, you were on the verge of tears. The pain still too fresh to ignore.

Pablo's gaze softened and he took a small step towards you, his eyes pleading.

“Y/N, I never wanted to make you feel like the second option. I love you. I love you so much. You are my whole world. Alice, she is nothing. Just a friend. But I was stupid and let my actions speak louder than my words. I'm very sorry, it will never happen again" he said in a desperate voice.

His words hit you like a tidal wave and for a moment you couldn't breathe. He took another step closer, extending his hand, but you pulled back, not ready to give him that much more. You had to listen to him first, he understood.

"I need to hear you say it, Pablo. I need to know that you're not just saying it because you don't want to lose me. I need to know that you're serious. You need to prove to me that I'm the one you want" You hoped that everything would work out.

He nodded slowly, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I need you, Y/N. I will do whatever it takes to make things right. If you want time, I will give it to you. If you want space, I will stay away. But I will never stop fighting for you" he looked deep into your eyes, and sincerity shone from his warm brown eyes.

The sensitivity in his voice shattered something inside you. He wasn't perfect and maybe there will always be insecurities, there will always be moments of doubt, but the love in his eyes was real. The sincerity in his words was too strong to ignore.

“I believe you” you finally whispered, the weight in your chest lifting just a little. “But it won't be easy, Pablo. It will take some time” you said quietly but gently.

He smiled softly, a small, broken smile, but it was enough.

"I know. And I'll spend every day proving it to you" he announced.

You took a deep breath and without thinking, closed the distance between the two of you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you tightly, desperately, as if he was afraid you might slip away from him again.

You felt his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to believe in him again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, you saw the real Pablo. The one who was a man who made mistakes but tried, really tried to fix it.

“I love you, Y/N” Pablo murmured into your ear, his voice full of emotion. “I love you more than anything” he whispered.

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, your fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt as a sob escaped your throat.

"I love you too, Pablo. But I need you to show it to me. Every day. Not just with words" you sobbed, and he stroked your hair soothingly.

"I will" he promised in a firm voice. "I will, I swear" he said with tears in his eyes, but with relief in his heart that you gave him a second chance.

And in that moment, as his arms held you tighter, you realized that love wasn't perfect. It wasn't always smooth. But it was worth fighting for. And you knew, deep inside, that despite the pain, despite the suffering, you and Pablo had something worth saving.

"I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't do enough to calm you down back then. I love you, mi vida, and I'm not going anywhere" he spoke again after a short silence.

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to form.

"I'm sorry too. I should have trusted you. My jealousy got the best of me. I don't want to lose you over something so stupid" you said, your voice broken.

Pablo took your hand and squeezed it gently.

“You won't lose me. I promise. I'm always here for you and I won't let anything come between us, neither gossip nor uncertainty. It's just you and me, okay?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

You nodded, then snuggled into his chest again as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed the top of your head. The tension was starting to melt away. Healing takes time, but you both knew you could handle it. Because you had each other and that was all that mattered.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

In the following weeks, everything slowly returned to normal. Pablo tried to show you how much he loved you, always putting you first, always assuring you that you were the one he wanted. Alice was still nearby, but you no longer felt threatened. You learned to trust him again, and he learned to be more open with you, no longer allowing misunderstandings to build up.

One evening, you and Pablo were sitting on the couch in his living room. The night was quiet, and the faint hum of the city was barely audible through the open window. You spent hours talking, really talking about everything that was weighing on your hearts. Misunderstanding with Alice, jealousy, doubts. You were finally starting to feel like the distance between you was closing.

Pablo turned to you, his gaze soft but intense. The way he looked at you now was different, full of love, sincerity, and something that made you feel a sense of relief in your chest. He was so patient with you, so understanding. He apologized to you countless times, reassured you time and time again, but it was his actions, not just his words, that made you feel that everything would be okay.

You felt a little shy under his intense gaze, but your heart was full. The air between you was heavy, not from tension, but from something much more powerful.

"But are you sure?" you asked again, your voice barely audible above a whisper. “That it was just me? That you love me and that I am the one you want?” you asked, still unsure at some points.

He nodded, smiling at you, his hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek gently.

"Always you, Y/N. Only you. I can't imagine life without you. I've never been more sure of anything than this" he confessed, his eyes shining with pure sincerity and unimaginable love for you.

A lump formed in your throat, your heart swelling at his words. You were so scared, so unsure, but now it all made sense. Pablo loved you, more than you could ever imagine. Now you knew it deep in your bones.

“You mean everything to me, Y/N” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “I never want to hurt you again” he said firmly.

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of his presence. Then, opening your eyelids slightly without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you and Pablo.

The world seemed to stop, and when your lips met his, everything inside you ignited. At first it was gentle, shy, almost as if he was asking for permission. But you deepened the kiss, your hands reaching up to touch his face, your fingers combing through his hair as you pulled him closer.

His lips tasted of relief and love, and in that kiss you could feel the weight of everything you had been through together. The jealousy, the misunderstandings, the pain, all of it melted away, replaced by an undeniable connection between the two of you, a longing. There was no longer any room for doubt, no room for uncertainty. It was just the two of you, wrapped in this moment of pure love.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you out of breath. You smiled to each other, your heart racing, but uncertainty still crept into your mind.

“I was afraid, Pablo” you finally whispered, feeling bad for interrupting the romantic moment. “I was afraid that I wasn't enough for you, that you would find someone better, someone who wouldn't be so insecure. And then there was Alicia, always around, always so perfect. And the rumors, my God, the rumors… They made me think I was losing you” tears of terror gathered in your eyes again.

Pablo's face softened as he sat even closer to you, his hand reaching for yours.

"You'll never lose me, Y/N. I promise. I'm not perfect, but I know I love you. I want to be with you, always. You are more than enough and I will do anything to make you feel safe, to make you trust me again" he stroked with his thumb your hand.

You looked at him for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest. And then you slowly walked into his arms, letting him hold you tightly.

“I'm sorry again, too” you said quietly. “I should have trusted you more. I was just so scared...” you whispered.

“It's okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “We'll get through this together. We always do this” he rubbed your back.

“I love you, cariño” you said softly, a smile curving your lips.

"I love you more, mi amor" Pablo replied, his voice equally quiet but full of promise.

And when he kissed you again, this time with more passion and confidence, you knew everything would be okay.

There were no more doubts, no more fears. You learned that love requires vulnerability, and sometimes even the strongest relationships have to go through a storm before they can shine brighter.

You were his and he was yours and nothing or no one could change that.

credits to the owner!

summary: gossip clouds your mind so much that your relationship hangs over the abyss

warnings: angst, argument

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

requests: 1. hey i would like to request about pablo x reader were the reader is so jealous and upset about the girl that rumored pablo... and pablo keep telling her that there were just friends but the reader wouldn't believe it. and it turned out to have their biggest argument and 1 day ago they sorted it out.. and can you please make it long HEHEH (take your time and thank you so much💘)

2. i loovveddd your prom fic it was really good!! could you write an angst fic for gavi? any storyline you wish, thank you🫶🫶

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It was a Thursday night and you should have known something was wrong from the very beginning. The air was heavier than usual, the silence in apartment was unbearable. You were sitting in the kitchen, idly scrolling through your phone, when you saw the notification. It was from your friend from college, her name flashed on the screen, and it had a link to an article attached to it. You didn't notice it at first, but then you saw the headline.

"Pablo Gavi and Alice: Sparks fly in Barcelona's newest friendship"

Your heart jumped and then dropped completely. The world around you seemed to lose its color. Alice. This name. You had heard them many times before, but you always ignored them. You never thought about it. But now, seeing them in bold, your chest tightened and you couldn't breathe.

You stared at the headline, each word felt like a punch to the gut. "Sparks fly." Your eyes welled up with tears before you could even process the rest. Pablo. Pablo, the person you trusted and loved with all your heart. And now, the realization hit you like a freight train, he wasn't just your Pablo anymore.

He wasn't the one who came back to you at night, laughing at your stupid jokes, holding you close like you were the only person who mattered.

The article continued. Details, too many details, about how Pablo and Alice were inseparable. As always, they seemed to gravitate towards each other, even in the most mundane moments. “Always seen laughing”, “always talking closely during practice”, “even spending time together off the field”.

Your stomach turned, nausea creeping in as you read. Your throat felt tight and the burn of betrayal crawled up your spine, threatening to drown you. Each sentence was a fresh blow. Every new detail made the ground fall away from under you. A pit began to form in your chest and spread throughout your body like ice, sharp and cold.

“Just friends” you muttered under your breath, but the words seemed empty, like a lie you kept trying to convince yourself.

Your hands shook violently as you scrolled down, each sentence sinking into you. Each new revelation, a new crack in the foundation of everything you thought you knew.

It wasn't just friendship. You knew it. You felt it in your bones. And what scared you more was that you saw the signs, you saw them all, but you ignored them. The way Pablo smiled into the phone, his eyes lighting up when Alice's name appeared on the screen. The way he never hesitated to respond to her messages, the inside jokes, the laughter that seemed to echo in the background but you never questioned it. You never let your insecurities creep in because you trusted him. You trusted him completely.

Now, as you sat there, staring at the screen, everything changed. The love you thought was unwavering, the bond you thought would never be broken, suddenly felt fragile, like broken glass beneath your feet.

Later that night, you tried to push away the thoughts that were consuming you. "Maybe I'm exaggerating too much?" you thought. Maybe it was nothing, just harmless friendship, but deep down something was gnawing at you. You couldn't shake the feeling that you were losing him, even if you didn't know why.

When Pablo finally returned home, the silence between the two of you was deafening. You didn't even look at him when he walked through the door, his smile fading the moment he saw the look on your face. It wasn't the way he usually greeted you like always, full of warmth and affection. No, this time it was different. You felt as if a cold void had opened between you.

"Hey, what happened?" his voice was soft, filled with concern, but there was a note of uncertainty in it that cut deeper than any harsh words.

"So...Alice, huh?" the words left your mouth before you could stop them.

They were sharp, cutting, and when they hit the air, it felt like the world stopped. Your voice cracked at the end, the jealousy, the pain, the betrayal spilling out in a way you couldn't contain. Pablo blinked in surprise, his face turning pale.

"What about Alice?" he was confused, clearly off balance, but there was something else in his eyes, something that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall into something you couldn't control.

Then you stood up, the tension in your body unbearable.

"The girl you spend all your time with? The one they call your new best friend? The one I wasn't supposed to worry about?" you scoffed, looking at him from under the bull.

His expression faltered, and then a wave of guilt washed over his face.

"Amor, I... I don't know what you're talking about and you definitely have nothing to worry about" he stated calmly.

But now you couldn't stop. You couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain poured out of you like a flood.

"Don't lie to me, Pablo!" you growled, your voice shaking with anger, frustration, and pain you couldn't put into words. “I saw the way you looked at her. You're constantly texting her, laughing, sharing inside jokes. You're not the same with me anymore” you said in one breath, sadness radiating from you.

He frowned, frustration creeping into his voice.

“Y/N, you're acting ridiculous” he growled, but even then there was a note of hurt in his words. “I love YOU. Alice and I just-”

"What is it, Pablo?" you interrupted, raising your voice. "Just friends? You don't understand that, do you? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!" you screamed.

There was a silence that was suffocating. He clenched his jaw and his eyes seemed to darken, trying to find the words to fix this, but there were none. Eventually his voice softened, though it still carried the weight of something unsaid.

"I already told you. She's just a friend. Why can't you believe me?" he asked impatiently.

“Because you're not showing me that you care” you snapped, tears now streaming down your cheeks, your breathing ragged. “You're so wrapped up in her that I feel invisible, Pablo. I don’t even know who you are anymore” your voice cracked.

"I don't-" Pablo started, you interrupted him, every word you said now feeling like a dagger.

"No, don't you dare! I sat here and watched you. I watched you talk to her, watch you smile at her like she was the only person in the world. And I was too blind to notice, but now... Now I don't I can unsee this” your voice cracked.

His face hardened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue. He closed his eyes as if trying to gather his thoughts, but you were already too far away.

“Please, Y/N” he said quietly, walking up to you, his voice barely above a whisper. “She's just a fellow staff member, someone I talk to, nothing more. I'm telling you there's nothing between us. Please trust me" he explained.

“Amor, you have to believe me. She's just a friend. I don't know why people say such things, but you're the one I want! It was always you!” he spoke desperately but calmly, trying to calm you down.

You shook your head, tears now flowing freely down your cheeks.

“I don't believe you anymore” you whispered, the words seeming to choke you. “I don't know how to believe you anymore,” you sobbed, shaking your head, slowly backing towards the door.

Pablo's face fell, pain written all over it. His hand reached for you, but you recoiled, every instinct telling you to run.

“No, don't touch me” your voice was rough, barely a whisper, but it was enough to make him freeze in place, feeling hurt.

"I'm sorry, okay?" his voice broke. “Please, you have to believe me. I love you, Y/N! Alice is just a friend” he said, contrite.

Your chest ached, the pain was unbearable.

"How could you love me and still do that? How could you let her take control like that? How could you let me feel like that, like I wasn't enough?" you threw out everything that was on your heart.

Pablo flinched as if the words physically hurt him. He stepped closer, but you shook your head violently, backing away.

"No, Pablo. You don't understand. I'm not second choice. I'm not a spare. I'm your girlfriend. I shouldn't even be competing for your attention! I'm the one who counts, not her!" you screamed, desperate and angry.

His jaw clenched, anger flashed in his eyes for a moment, but then it turned into something much worse, regret and helplessness.

“Y/N, please... I didn't want this to happen” a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I don't care what you meant” you blurted out, raising your voice, pouring out the weight of your broken heart. “I care about what you did. And I can't go on living like this" you choked out.

“Please” he said, his voice breaking, he tried to grab your hand again, but you kept pulling away. “Don't say that. Don't say you're leaving. We can fix this. We can-” you interrupted him.

"No!" you screamed, unable to hold back the surge of emotion. “I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to sit here and watch you fall in love with someone else. I’m not going to be the one you leave” you sobbed, a waterfall of tears falling from your eyes.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

He looked at you as if you had just shattered him, his face pale, his eyes wide, a deep, unbearable sadness overwhelming him.

"Y/N, please don't go. I need you. I love you! Only you!" he screamed in despair, he felt his world collapsing.

You shook your head, your heart breaking in a way you never thought possible.

"You should have thought about it sooner. I'm done" you choked out, turning your back to him.

You couldn't look at him anymore. Not with the suffocating weight of everything unspoken between the two of you. Not with the reality of what he did.

You grabbed your coat, the material like a barrier between you and the raw pain that twisted in your chest. Once you ran out of his house, you didn't look back. You couldn't. You couldn't bear the sight of him, standing there, broken.

After you closed the door, Pablo fell to his knees, burying his face in his hands. He began to sob, feeling his chest sink and his heart clenching in pain. He couldn't believe what had just happened. You left him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

The next day was a suffocating void. Silence. She was pushing from all sides. You haven't heard anything from Pablo. The thought of hearing his voice pained you. Of course you missed him. You couldn't believe that everything fell apart in just a few minutes.

The awkward tension of trying to make sense of it all made your skin crawl. But you couldn't stop thinking about the article, about Alice, about the distance growing between you and the person you thought you knew, the person you loved.

"Maybe you overreacted?" you thought. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought. But you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in your stomach. Jealousy twisted inside you, something deep and primal that you couldn't push away, no matter how hard you tried.

Hours passed. Pablo called once. Then the second one. Tenth. But you couldn't bring yourself to answer. You didn't want to listen to his explanations, you didn't want to hear him tell you that everything would be fine, that Alice was just a friend. You couldn't stand it anymore.

Only late in the evening, when night had already fallen, you heard a knock on the door. Hesitantly, you opened it, but there was no mistaking the pain in his eyes when he saw you standing there, red-eyed, shaking.

“Y/N” Pablo said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

His usual confident demeanor was gone, replaced with something raw, something real.

“I need to talk to you. I'm here to fix it. Please” he begged, Pablo’s voice firm but gentle, his hands trembling and his gaze softening as he looked at you.

You crossed your arms but didn't look away. The wound in your heart still hurt, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to listen.

“I don't know if there's anything else to say, Pablo” you said quietly.

“Please” he said again, his voice cracking.

You hesitated, but you let him into your apartment, and when you closed the door, he immediately turned to you.

"I know I messed up. I should have made you feel safe. I should have shown you that you were everything to me, and instead I let you doubt. I let her get in the way" he said.

You took a shaky breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I don't know how to trust you again” you whispered, your voice was fragile, you were on the verge of tears. The pain still too fresh to ignore.

Pablo's gaze softened and he took a small step towards you, his eyes pleading.

“Y/N, I never wanted to make you feel like the second option. I love you. I love you so much. You are my whole world. Alice, she is nothing. Just a friend. But I was stupid and let my actions speak louder than my words. I'm very sorry, it will never happen again" he said in a desperate voice.

His words hit you like a tidal wave and for a moment you couldn't breathe. He took another step closer, extending his hand, but you pulled back, not ready to give him that much more. You had to listen to him first, he understood.

"I need to hear you say it, Pablo. I need to know that you're not just saying it because you don't want to lose me. I need to know that you're serious. You need to prove to me that I'm the one you want" You hoped that everything would work out.

He nodded slowly, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I need you, Y/N. I will do whatever it takes to make things right. If you want time, I will give it to you. If you want space, I will stay away. But I will never stop fighting for you" he looked deep into your eyes, and sincerity shone from his warm brown eyes.

The sensitivity in his voice shattered something inside you. He wasn't perfect and maybe there will always be insecurities, there will always be moments of doubt, but the love in his eyes was real. The sincerity in his words was too strong to ignore.

“I believe you” you finally whispered, the weight in your chest lifting just a little. “But it won't be easy, Pablo. It will take some time” you said quietly but gently.

He smiled softly, a small, broken smile, but it was enough.

"I know. And I'll spend every day proving it to you" he announced.

You took a deep breath and without thinking, closed the distance between the two of you. His arms immediately wrapped around you, holding you tightly, desperately, as if he was afraid you might slip away from him again.

You felt his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and for the first time in days, you allowed yourself to believe in him again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, you saw the real Pablo. The one who was a man who made mistakes but tried, really tried to fix it.

“I love you, Y/N” Pablo murmured into your ear, his voice full of emotion. “I love you more than anything” he whispered.

You clung to him, burying your face in his chest, your fingers gripping the fabric of his sweatshirt as a sob escaped your throat.

"I love you too, Pablo. But I need you to show it to me. Every day. Not just with words" you sobbed, and he stroked your hair soothingly.

"I will" he promised in a firm voice. "I will, I swear" he said with tears in his eyes, but with relief in his heart that you gave him a second chance.

And in that moment, as his arms held you tighter, you realized that love wasn't perfect. It wasn't always smooth. But it was worth fighting for. And you knew, deep inside, that despite the pain, despite the suffering, you and Pablo had something worth saving.

"I never, ever wanted to hurt you. I'm sorry I didn't do enough to calm you down back then. I love you, mi vida, and I'm not going anywhere" he spoke again after a short silence.

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to form.

"I'm sorry too. I should have trusted you. My jealousy got the best of me. I don't want to lose you over something so stupid" you said, your voice broken.

Pablo took your hand and squeezed it gently.

“You won't lose me. I promise. I'm always here for you and I won't let anything come between us, neither gossip nor uncertainty. It's just you and me, okay?” he asked, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes.

You nodded, then snuggled into his chest again as he held you tightly in his arms and kissed the top of your head. The tension was starting to melt away. Healing takes time, but you both knew you could handle it. Because you had each other and that was all that mattered.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

In the following weeks, everything slowly returned to normal. Pablo tried to show you how much he loved you, always putting you first, always assuring you that you were the one he wanted. Alice was still nearby, but you no longer felt threatened. You learned to trust him again, and he learned to be more open with you, no longer allowing misunderstandings to build up.

One evening, you and Pablo were sitting on the couch in his living room. The night was quiet, and the faint hum of the city was barely audible through the open window. You spent hours talking, really talking about everything that was weighing on your hearts. Misunderstanding with Alice, jealousy, doubts. You were finally starting to feel like the distance between you was closing.

Pablo turned to you, his gaze soft but intense. The way he looked at you now was different, full of love, sincerity, and something that made you feel a sense of relief in your chest. He was so patient with you, so understanding. He apologized to you countless times, reassured you time and time again, but it was his actions, not just his words, that made you feel that everything would be okay.

You felt a little shy under his intense gaze, but your heart was full. The air between you was heavy, not from tension, but from something much more powerful.

"But are you sure?" you asked again, your voice barely audible above a whisper. “That it was just me? That you love me and that I am the one you want?” you asked, still unsure at some points.

He nodded, smiling at you, his hand slowly reaching up to cup your cheek gently.

"Always you, Y/N. Only you. I can't imagine life without you. I've never been more sure of anything than this" he confessed, his eyes shining with pure sincerity and unimaginable love for you.

A lump formed in your throat, your heart swelling at his words. You were so scared, so unsure, but now it all made sense. Pablo loved you, more than you could ever imagine. Now you knew it deep in your bones.

“You mean everything to me, Y/N” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing your skin. “I never want to hurt you again” he said firmly.

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch, allowing yourself to feel the warmth of his presence. Then, opening your eyelids slightly without thinking, you leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you and Pablo.

The world seemed to stop, and when your lips met his, everything inside you ignited. At first it was gentle, shy, almost as if he was asking for permission. But you deepened the kiss, your hands reaching up to touch his face, your fingers combing through his hair as you pulled him closer.

His lips tasted of relief and love, and in that kiss you could feel the weight of everything you had been through together. The jealousy, the misunderstandings, the pain, all of it melted away, replaced by an undeniable connection between the two of you, a longing. There was no longer any room for doubt, no room for uncertainty. It was just the two of you, wrapped in this moment of pure love.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested against each other, both of you out of breath. You smiled to each other, your heart racing, but uncertainty still crept into your mind.

“I was afraid, Pablo” you finally whispered, feeling bad for interrupting the romantic moment. “I was afraid that I wasn't enough for you, that you would find someone better, someone who wouldn't be so insecure. And then there was Alicia, always around, always so perfect. And the rumors, my God, the rumors… They made me think I was losing you” tears of terror gathered in your eyes again.

Pablo's face softened as he sat even closer to you, his hand reaching for yours.

"You'll never lose me, Y/N. I promise. I'm not perfect, but I know I love you. I want to be with you, always. You are more than enough and I will do anything to make you feel safe, to make you trust me again" he stroked with his thumb your hand.

You looked at him for a long moment, your heart pounding in your chest. And then you slowly walked into his arms, letting him hold you tightly.

“I'm sorry again, too” you said quietly. “I should have trusted you more. I was just so scared...” you whispered.

“It's okay” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “We'll get through this together. We always do this” he rubbed your back.

“I love you, cariño” you said softly, a smile curving your lips.

"I love you more, mi amor" Pablo replied, his voice equally quiet but full of promise.

And when he kissed you again, this time with more passion and confidence, you knew everything would be okay.

There were no more doubts, no more fears. You learned that love requires vulnerability, and sometimes even the strongest relationships have to go through a storm before they can shine brighter.

You were his and he was yours and nothing or no one could change that.

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: roxy hides a football star from some fans that were overwhelming him.

warnings: panic attack

taglist: @htpssgavi; @joaosnovia

masterlist // I do not take requests

Roxy loved her job. She loved music, she loved vinyls and she loved talking to people as passionate as her. The music store was near a crowded street of Barcelona, which meant that they had a decent influx of clients without the small local getting overcrowded.

credits to the owner!

summary: it's a first meet with his parents on a mini trip to Cádiz

warnings: veeeeeeeeery cute, sweet and pure fluff

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: could you do a fic where the reader and gavi take a night beach walk after a small date with his parents, and the rest is up to you? (ur my fav writer on here btw💗)

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It was a brisk morning when Pablo and you set out for Cadiz, a picturesque coastal city that was as beautiful as it was peaceful. The sea breeze playfully tugged at your hair as you drove along the scenic route, anticipation growing within you with each kilometer. This was no ordinary journey. This was the day you were finally going to meet Pablo's parents. And even though you had heard a lot about them, you couldn't help but feel nervous. You had been with Pablo for a while now, and even though you adored him, the thought of meeting his family for the first time still terrified you.

Pablo noticed your restless fidgeting and squeezed your hand tenderly.

"Don't worry, they will love you" he said, his voice full of warmth.

You nodded, although you weren't entirely sure. You heard so much about his mother's laughter, his father's love of football, and the bond they shared as a family. They sounded like great people, but the thought of meeting them was slightly terrifying. Still, you reminded yourself that if they meant as much to Pablo as he did to you, then you had nothing to worry about.

You have already met his sister Aurora, who has as good a heart as her brother. A nice and beautiful woman with whom you immediately caught the same waves, so their parents are probably not much different from them.

By the time you reached their quaint little summer house on the edge of Cadiz, the sun was starting to set, casting a soft golden glow over the city. You were welcomed with open arms, Pablo's mother, a warm and welcoming woman with a bright smile, immediately embraced you in a tight hug.

"Oh, you're so beautiful! We've heard so much about you" she said, her voice full of kindness, you smiled at her sheepishly, thanking her for the compliment.

“Pablo told me a lot about you too, señora” you giggled slightly, still feeling very self-conscious.

His father, tall and gentle, shook your hand firmly but kindly, his eyes shining as he gave you a nod of approval. You immediately felt at ease, their warmth was contagious.

The evening started with a home-cooked dinner that immediately made your stomach growl with anticipation. The smell of fresh seafood filled the air, mixing with the salty sea breeze that blew in through the open windows. The dining room, bathed in soft light, felt cozy and inviting, with every surface decorated with family photos. You all gathered around the table, which was laden with local delicacies: grilled sardines, fresh shrimp, and a perfect paella that was clearly prepared with love.

As you ate, you felt yourself settling into the rhythm of the evening, surrounded by laughter and the clinking of glasses. Pablo's parents became animated, talking about their life in Seville and the city's rich history. That they visit this cottage when they need to relax because they are enchanted by the beautiful beaches of Cadiz. It was easy to see where Pablo got his joy in life, from his mother's warmth and his father's spirit of adventure. You felt so comfortable in their presence, as if you had known each other for years.

Between meals, Pablo's mother asked you questions about your family, your life and your passions. She had a way of making everything feel like a conversation rather than an interrogation. It didn't take long for you to start telling stories from your childhood, and in return, Pablo's father shared some funny stories about his and Pablo's adventures, Pablo's childhood stories, which making everyone laugh. Pablo, always charming, teased his parents with his playful taunts, and his mischievous smile made you laugh more than ever.

When the creamy, perfectly made flan was served for dessert, you stayed at the table, enjoying the moment. The night was still young and the sea was calling, so Pablo's father suggested a walk along the beach. You all agreed, eager to let the night breeze wash over you.

The beach was close to their house, and soon you found yourself on the cool sand, with the sound of the waves gently lapping the shore. Pablo's parents, holding hands, walked a few meters in front of you, giving you and Pablo some space.

The stars above you were dazzling, scattered across the dark sky like diamonds, casting a magical glow on the world around you. The moonlight shimmered on the water and the beach felt like a dream.

You walked in silence for a while, the sound of your footsteps muffled by the soft sand beneath your feet. Then, slowly, Pablo reached out, taking your hand in his. The warmth of his hand in yours made everything feel just right.

"Everything's all right?" he asked in a gentle voice, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, unable to stop yourself from smiling a little.

“I'm more than okay. I just… love everything about tonight” you daydreamed, looking tenderly into his eyes.

He smiled and his eyes lit up.

“I knew you'd like it here. Cádiz is special” he chuckled lightly. “I also knew that my parents would love you, just like I do” he said with a smile, kissing your cheek. “But I love you more” he whispered and you giggled.

“Your parents are wonderful” you said, brushing his hair from his forehead and he looked at you gently with a twinkle in his eye.

“You know, when I watched you talking so freely with them, I felt like you were the last piece of the puzzle” he started, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You fit us perfectly, like you've always been a part of my family. My mom kept saying how kind and caring you are... she's already planning when we can get together again" he laughed and you giggled with him.

You felt warmth spread throughout your body, a deep sense of relief mixed with joy. His parents' acceptance meant more to you than words could express, and hearing Pablo share his affection made your heart ache with love for him and his family.

"You are part of something special. You are part of my life and that is the most important thing to me" he continued. "My parents... saw how happy you made me, how you changed my life for the better. They told me they could see it in my eyes" he smiled at you, and you thought you would explode from the excess of cuteness.

The sincerity in his words, the way he spoke about you, made your heart expand even more. You reached up to cup his cheek, pulling him closer.

"And you changed my life, Pablo. You made everything brighter, more beautiful. I didn't know it was possible to feel so loved, to feel so happy, until I met you" you confessed, your hearts swelling with love for each other with every moment.

He leaned down, his lips gently brushing your forehead. “You deserve all the love in the world. I'll give it all to you, always" he whispered, winking at you before intertwining your hands again.

You continued walking along the beach, the cool wind rustling in the night and the stars above you seemed to twinkle just for you. Every step with Pablo made you feel closer to something more real, more precious. You felt his presence next to you, steady and comforting, and you couldn't help but turn your head to look at him once more, your heart filling with love.

He caught your gaze again, his eyes warm and full of the same quiet intensity you loved. He slowed his pace, gently pulling you closer to him.

“You know” he began, his voice low and full of emotion. “You are everything to me. "I don't know how else to say it, but you're the one I've been waiting for my whole life" he confessed, stopping you and standing in front of you.

Your breath caught at his words, the depth in them wrapping around your heart, a heart that was pounding but in the best way possible. You gently placed your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, as if to remind yourself that this moment was real.

“You are everything to me too, Pablo” you whispered, your voice full of emotion. “You are my greatest blessing I could ever ask for. Every moment with you feels like a gift" you blushed, but didn't break the intense eye contact.

He smiled softly with teary eyes, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who understands me, who loves me with all of himself. You are the love of my life and I will never let you go" he took your hands in his, pressing them them to his heart. "Never" he whispered, looking deep into your eyes.

The words hung in the air between you, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. His words, full of sincerity and warmth, wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the sweetness of his words sink in, feeling so completely appreciated, so deeply loved.

“I love you, Pablo” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you so much. I can't imagine life without you. I am so grateful to you” your voice cracked with too much emotion.

His thumb gently traced patterns on your palm, and he placed another kiss on your forehead, gentle and slow, full of love.

“And I will be here. Always. For you” he murmured. “You are my home. You are the one with whom I want to share everything, good days, bad days, everything. Because everything is better with you" he said, his voice filled with sincerity coming straight from his wildly beating heart.

You smiled, your heart overflowing with love for him, beyond capacity.

“You are the love of my life too” you whispered. “And I promise I will never leave you” you added, tears forming in your eyes.

He hugged you a little tighter, as if to hold you close, and you stood there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, with the ocean lapping gently in the background. The world around you was fading away, all that mattered was you and him, and the love you shared. The love between you that seemed as deep, as endless, as the stars above you.

“I'm so happy to have you” you whispered, your voice full of tenderness, looking deep into his warm eyes that shone brighter than ever.

“And I am the luckiest man to have you” he whispered, smiling at you.

He leaned down and his lips met yours in a soft, long and very romantic kiss. You poured all your emotions, all your love and adoration into him. One of his hands went to your hips, pulling you even closer, and the other cupped your face. You wrapped your hands around his neck, playing with his hair, making him purr into your mouth.

It was the most passionate, best and most romantic kiss of your life accompanied by the sound of the ocean under the shining stars. When you pulled away, you could see the depth of his love in his eyes and you felt like the happiest person in the world.

And it was perfect because everything was as it should be.

Favorite whipped guy

Summary: Gavi is interviewed after a match, revealing how much he admires and loves his girlfriend. She later takes full advantage of this and teases him relentlessly.

Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for Pablo, and I’ve had this request in my inbox for a long time, so I decided to finally do something about it. Hope you guys like it! 🤍

Reader x Pablo Gavi

Genre: fluff

The soft morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warm, golden hues.

I stirred awake slowly, stretching my limbs under the cozy blankets.

Beside me, Pablo was still sound asleep, his face half-buried in the pillow.

His tousled hair, messy from sleep, caught the morning light in a way that made my heart swell.

I turned onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow to take in the sight of him.

Peaceful and boyish, his features relaxed in a way I rarely saw during the day.

It was moments like this when he looked completely unguarded, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Pablo,” I whispered, my fingers lightly brushing against his cheek. He didn’t stir.

“Cariño,” I tried again, this time pressing a kiss to his temple.

A soft groan escaped his lips, and he shifted slightly, but his eyes remained shut.

“No,” he mumbled, his voice thick and gravelly with sleep.

“Five more minutes.”

“You said that yesterday,” I teased, tracing small patterns on his bare shoulder.

“And the day before that. But today’s important, remember? Match day?”

He groaned louder this time, pulling the blanket over his head like a child trying to block out the world.

“Don’t care. Stay here with me.”

I laughed softly, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

“If you don’t get up, I’ll tell your coach you’re skipping breakfast because you wanted extra sleep. I’m sure he’d love that.”

That got his attention. The blanket lowered slightly, revealing one squinted eye.

“You fight dirty,” he murmured, his lips quirking into a lazy smile.

“Whatever works,” I replied, pressing a kiss to his nose before slipping out of bed.

As I padded over to the closet to grab my robe, I heard a muffled complaint from behind me.

“You’re leaving me? Traitor.”

I turned back to find him sprawled dramatically across the bed, one arm thrown over his face.

“You’re insufferable,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully.

“And yet, you love me,” he retorted, his grin widening.

“Unfortunately I do” I shot back, though my tone was filled with affection.

By the time Pablo had finally dragged himself out of bed, I was already in the kitchen.

The smell of coffee filled the air, and the sound of eggs sizzling in the pan added a comforting backdrop to the morning.

I was focused on flipping the eggs when a pair of familiar arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

“Buenos días, guapa,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“Pablo,” I said, trying to wriggle free. “I’m cooking. Let me go before you make me burn something.”

“No,” he said simply, tightening his hold. “This is better.”

“You’re impossible,” I muttered, though I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips.

He hummed in agreement, resting his chin on my shoulder as he watched me work.

“You smell nice,” he commented, nuzzling his nose into my neck.

“Pablo!” I scolded, trying to maintain my focus. “Breakfast first, cuddles later.”

He sighed dramatically, finally releasing me. “Fine. But only because I’m starving.”

As we sat down to eat, his playful side gave way to something softer.

He reached across the table, lacing his fingers with mine as we ate in comfortable silence.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet but sincere.

“For what?” I asked, looking up at him.

“For everything,” he replied. “For making mornings like this feel special.”

I squeezed his hand, a warm smile spreading across my face. “You’re welcome. But don’t forget, you owe me cuddles after this.”

Pablo stood by the door, his training bag slung over one shoulder, looking every bit like a sulking child.

His bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout, and his brows furrowed as he fixed me with those dark, soulful eyes.

“Are you sure you can’t come today?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of disappointment and hope.

I sighed, walking over to where he stood. “I wish I could, Pablo, really. But I have back-to-back classes, and if I miss today, I’ll fall behind.”

His frown deepened, and he leaned his weight against the doorframe, letting his bag slide to the floor.

“It’s not the same without you there,” he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

I softened at his words, my heart tugging at him wanting me at his match.

I wasn't used to seeing Pablo this clingy and soft. Don't get me wrong he loves to show his affection but with limits, but today it seemed like he didn't care.

Stepping closer, I placed my hands on either side of his face, tilting his head up to meet my gaze.

“I know, cariño. But I’ll still be watching, and I’ll be cheering for you just as loud from here.”

“It’s not the same,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time.

His arms slipped around my waist, holding me like he was afraid to let go.

I leaned in, resting my forehead against his.

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise. When you come home tonight, I’ll be waiting right here, ready to hear all about how you smashed it on the field.”

He sighed, his breath warm against my skin. “I don’t care about the match as much as I care about you being there.”

My chest ached at his honesty, and I cupped his face, brushing my thumbs gently across his cheeks.

“We both know how much football means to you." I started,

"And, you know how proud I am of you, right? Whether I’m in the stands or miles away, it doesn’t change how much I believe in you.”

His eyes softened, and the pout faded slightly, replaced by a small, reluctant smile.

“You’re too good to me,” he murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead.

“You deserve it,” I said, standing on my toes to kiss him properly.

His lips lingered on mine, warm and tender, as though he was trying to store the moment for later.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my hands on his chest.

“Now go. You’re going to be late.”

He groaned, his arms tightening around me for one last hug. “I don’t want to leave.”

I laughed softly, smoothing the back of his hair. “Go, you big baby!”

He nodded, finally pulling back, though his hands lingered on my waist. “Only if you promise to text me during your break.”

“Deal,” I said, giving him a playful nudge toward the door.

He grabbed his bag, opening the door before adding some final words.

“I love you,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.

“I love you too,” I replied, my heart swelling as I watched him leave.

As the door clicked shut behind him, I sighed, already missing his presence.

But I knew the day would pass quickly, and soon enough, he’d be back, wrapping me in his arms like he never wanted to let go.

The roar of the Camp Nou crowd echoed around Pablo as he stood on the field, catching his breath.

The final whistle had blown, sealing their 3-1 victory. Pablo had scored the second goal, and the adrenaline of the match still coursed through his veins.

As he wiped the sweat from his brow, he reached for his phone, seeing a message from his girlfriend waiting for him:

So proud of you, mi amor. You were amazing.

A smile tugged at his lips as he read her words, the warmth in his chest competing with the thrill of the win.

Pocketing his phone, he walked toward the media area, his enthusiasm dampened slightly.

Interviews were his least favorite part of game day, but they were a necessary routine.

The reporter greeted him with a bright smile, microphone in hand.

“Pablo, congratulations on the win! You played an incredible game, especially that goal in the second half. How are you feeling right now?”

“Thank you,” he replied, running a hand through his damp hair.

“I feel great. It’s always a good feeling to win, especially in front of our fans at Camp Nou. The whole team worked hard, and it’s nice to see that pay off.”

The questions followed in rapid succession, match tactics, team strategy, his thoughts on the opponents.

Pablo answered each one quickly, his eyes occasionally darting toward the locker room. The sooner he was done, the better.

Then, the interviewer shifted gears, her expression softening.

“One last question, Pablo. Your passion on the field is undeniable. Off the field, who inspires or supports you the most?”

He paused, a small smile creeping onto his face. Without hesitation, his thoughts turned to Y/n.

“Honestly? My girlfriend,” he admitted, his voice steady but filled with emotion.

“She’s my biggest supporter. She’s always there for me, no matter what.”

The interviewer’s smile widened. “That’s so sweet! What’s the most important thing she’s taught you?”

Pablo chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“She’s taught me to stay grounded, to never forget where I came from. And… to believe in myself when things get tough. She’s my anchor.”

“That’s beautiful, Pablo. I’m sure she’s very proud of you.”

“I hope so,” he said, a shy grin breaking across his face.

The interviewer thanked him, wrapping up the segment.

Pablo quickly left the media area, relieved to be done, and ready to go home.

As Pablo stepped into the locker room, the sound of Pedri’s loud laughter greeted him.

His teammate stood by his locker, already half-changed and clearly up to something.

“Whipped!” Pedri called out, pointing at Pablo with a mischievous grin.

“What?” Pablo asked, feigning innocence as he tossed his bag onto the bench.

“Oh, come on hermano,” Pedri continued, strolling over.

“I was right there waiting for my turn to take the interview after you, and you were all ‘My girlfriend this, my girlfriend that.’ It was disgustingly sweet, really.”

“Shut up,” Pablo muttered, the heat rising to his cheeks.

Pedri wasn’t done. “I think everyone deserves to hear this,” he said, turning to the rest of the locker room.

“Guys, did you know Gavi can’t stop talking about his girlfriend? She’s his anchor, his biggest supporter. Isn’t that cute?”

The room erupted in laughter and playful jeers.

“Aww, little Gavi’s in love!” Ferran teased, winking.

“How does it feel to be whipped, hermano?” Balde chimed in, smirking from his corner.

Pablo groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I hate all of you.”

Pedri threw an arm around his shoulders, grinning.

“Don’t be shy, Pablo. We’re happy for you. Truly. But don’t think we’re letting this go anytime soon.”

Pablo glared halfheartedly at his friend before pulling away. “I’ll shut you all up at training, so watch your backs,” he retorted, smirking.

“Sure, sure,” Pedri said, his laughter following Pablo as he headed for the showers.

Meanwhile,

I was sitting across from my friend at a café, enjoying a much-needed lunch break.

She scrolled through her phone while I finished my sandwich, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

“I didn’t know your boyfriend was such a romantic person,” she said, smirking at me.

I blinked at her, confused. “What are you talking about?”

She turned her phone around, showing me a tiny clip of Pablo’s interview.

My heart skipped a beat as I watched him speak so earnestly about me, his voice filled with affection.

I covered my mouth, a mix of embarrassment and pride washing over me. “He said that?”

“Every word,” she said, grinning. “You’ve got him wrapped around your finger, girl.”

I couldn’t stop smiling as I replayed the clip in my mind.

After we finished eating, I hurried to my car and pulled out my phone to watch the full interview again, too impatient to wait until I got home.

Hearing Pablo talk about me so openly, with so much love, made my heart feel like it might burst.

I felt like a teenager whose crush just gave her attention, all over again.

The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. I glanced up from the couch, where I had been absentmindedly scrolling through my phone.

I caught a glance of Pablo stepping inside.

His shirt was still damp from his post-game shower, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me sitting there.

Without a second’s hesitation, he dropped his bag to the floor, his steps purposeful as he made his way toward me.

Before I could even react, he scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around with a soft laugh.

“Pablo!” I gasped, gripping his shoulders to keep from slipping. Wondering where he still got the energy from after his match.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my cheek as he held me close.

“You saw me this morning,” I teased, trying to contain the laughter that bubbled up in my chest.

“And it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, ignoring my playful protests. “Feels like forever.”

I could hear the faintest hint of a pout in his voice, and it made my heart flutter.

I loved how much he missed me, even though we had only been apart for a few hours. It made me feel loved, seen, and cared about.

He set me down gently, but still kept his arms wrapped around me as if he didn’t want to let go.

I smiled up at him, loving the way his warmth enveloped me.

“You’re dramatic,” I said, my voice full of affection.

“And you love me for it,” he replied, flashing me that dimpled grin of his that always made my stomach do flips.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

“You’re lucky I do,” I said, pressing my lips to his cheek briefly. “Now sit down before you make me late with dinner.”

“Oh, dinner!” he said, suddenly alert, as if he’d forgotten about it.

“I’m starving. What’s for—”

“You’re not starving,” I interrupted with a grin, nudging him toward the couch.

“You’re just looking for an excuse to not help in the kitchen.”

He sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

“Guilty,” he said, his voice playful as he leaned in and kissed the top of my head. “But can you blame me? I’ve missed you all day.”

I nestled into him, letting myself relax as I sighed softly. “It’s good to have you home.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to my hair and then started telling me about the match, the atmosphere in the stadium, how the crowd had been absolutely electric, and how the team had all worked together to get the win.

He was glowing with excitement, and it made me smile to see him so happy.

“And the goal?” I asked, my voice teasing as I nudged him with my shoulder. “How was that?”

“Perfect,” he said, a little too smug for my liking, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sure it was,” I replied dryly, knowing how modest he was when it came to his performance on the field.

“Actually, it was,” he said with a grin, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.

“I couldn’t have done it without the team, of course. But the goal? Pure magic.”

I laughed at his confidence, shaking my head.

“Okay, okay. I believe you, superstar.”

Pablo’s hand found mine, and he squeezed it gently, his fingers intertwining with mine as he continued to recount the game.

I loved hearing him talk about football; there was such a passion in his voice that I couldn’t help but get caught up in it, too.

As the evening went on, the conversation naturally shifted.

He started asking about my day, how my classes went, and if anything exciting had happened.

I told him everything, how I was buried in assignments but that my afternoon had gotten better once I saw the match result.

“Did you see that interview?” I asked, looking up at him with a teasing smile.

His brow furrowed immediately. “What interview?” he asked, though his voice betrayed a hint of nervousness.

I raised an eyebrow, unable to hide the smirk.

“Oh, nothing. Just a little something I saw on my lunch break. A certain football player was talking about his girlfriend.”

Pablo’s face went red in an instant. “You saw that?”

His eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Of course I saw it,” I teased, leaning in closer to him, my voice low.

“I was wondering when you’d start gushing about me publicly.”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands, his cheeks turning even redder.

“I didn’t mean to... I just got asked about you, and... well, you know how it is.”

I grinned, unable to resist teasing him more.

“Oh, I know. You went on and on about how I’m your anchor. Very sweet, by the way.”

“You’re gonna hold that over my head, aren’t you?” he muttered, his hands still covering his face as he tried to hide his embarrassment.

“Of course I am,” I said, leaning forward and gently pulling his hands away.

“It was cute, Pablo. Honestly, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I didn’t either,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But when they asked... it just came out.”

I smiled softly, brushing a stray piece of hair from his forehead. “I liked it,” I said, my voice quieter now.

“I think it’s really sweet that you care so much.”

Pablo sighed dramatically, but there was a small smile tugging at his lips. “Fine, fine. You win. You’re right. I guess I’m a little whipped.”

I leaned in and kissed him lightly, my lips lingering against his for a moment.

“I don’t mind,” I murmured against his lips. “You’re my favorite whipped guy.”

He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around me.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, pulling me closer so that we were wrapped in each other’s arms on the couch. “But only because it’s you.”

We stayed there for a while, the world outside our little bubble fading away as we simply enjoyed being in each other’s company.

Dinner being long forgotten.

The teasing slowed, replaced by soft moments of quiet affection as the evening stretched on.

And in that moment, with his arms around me, his heart beating steadily under my ear, I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

The end

credits to the owner!

summary: it's a first meet with his parents on a mini trip to Cádiz

warnings: veeeeeeeeery cute, sweet and pure fluff

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: could you do a fic where the reader and gavi take a night beach walk after a small date with his parents, and the rest is up to you? (ur my fav writer on here btw💗)

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

masterlist

It was a brisk morning when Pablo and you set out for Cadiz, a picturesque coastal city that was as beautiful as it was peaceful. The sea breeze playfully tugged at your hair as you drove along the scenic route, anticipation growing within you with each kilometer. This was no ordinary journey. This was the day you were finally going to meet Pablo's parents. And even though you had heard a lot about them, you couldn't help but feel nervous. You had been with Pablo for a while now, and even though you adored him, the thought of meeting his family for the first time still terrified you.

Pablo noticed your restless fidgeting and squeezed your hand tenderly.

"Don't worry, they will love you" he said, his voice full of warmth.

You nodded, although you weren't entirely sure. You heard so much about his mother's laughter, his father's love of football, and the bond they shared as a family. They sounded like great people, but the thought of meeting them was slightly terrifying. Still, you reminded yourself that if they meant as much to Pablo as he did to you, then you had nothing to worry about.

You have already met his sister Aurora, who has as good a heart as her brother. A nice and beautiful woman with whom you immediately caught the same waves, so their parents are probably not much different from them.

By the time you reached their quaint little summer house on the edge of Cadiz, the sun was starting to set, casting a soft golden glow over the city. You were welcomed with open arms, Pablo's mother, a warm and welcoming woman with a bright smile, immediately embraced you in a tight hug.

"Oh, you're so beautiful! We've heard so much about you" she said, her voice full of kindness, you smiled at her sheepishly, thanking her for the compliment.

“Pablo told me a lot about you too, señora” you giggled slightly, still feeling very self-conscious.

His father, tall and gentle, shook your hand firmly but kindly, his eyes shining as he gave you a nod of approval. You immediately felt at ease, their warmth was contagious.

The evening started with a home-cooked dinner that immediately made your stomach growl with anticipation. The smell of fresh seafood filled the air, mixing with the salty sea breeze that blew in through the open windows. The dining room, bathed in soft light, felt cozy and inviting, with every surface decorated with family photos. You all gathered around the table, which was laden with local delicacies: grilled sardines, fresh shrimp, and a perfect paella that was clearly prepared with love.

As you ate, you felt yourself settling into the rhythm of the evening, surrounded by laughter and the clinking of glasses. Pablo's parents became animated, talking about their life in Seville and the city's rich history. That they visit this cottage when they need to relax because they are enchanted by the beautiful beaches of Cadiz. It was easy to see where Pablo got his joy in life, from his mother's warmth and his father's spirit of adventure. You felt so comfortable in their presence, as if you had known each other for years.

Between meals, Pablo's mother asked you questions about your family, your life and your passions. She had a way of making everything feel like a conversation rather than an interrogation. It didn't take long for you to start telling stories from your childhood, and in return, Pablo's father shared some funny stories about his and Pablo's adventures, Pablo's childhood stories, which making everyone laugh. Pablo, always charming, teased his parents with his playful taunts, and his mischievous smile made you laugh more than ever.

When the creamy, perfectly made flan was served for dessert, you stayed at the table, enjoying the moment. The night was still young and the sea was calling, so Pablo's father suggested a walk along the beach. You all agreed, eager to let the night breeze wash over you.

The beach was close to their house, and soon you found yourself on the cool sand, with the sound of the waves gently lapping the shore. Pablo's parents, holding hands, walked a few meters in front of you, giving you and Pablo some space.

The stars above you were dazzling, scattered across the dark sky like diamonds, casting a magical glow on the world around you. The moonlight shimmered on the water and the beach felt like a dream.

You walked in silence for a while, the sound of your footsteps muffled by the soft sand beneath your feet. Then, slowly, Pablo reached out, taking your hand in his. The warmth of his hand in yours made everything feel just right.

"Everything's all right?" he asked in a gentle voice, looking into your eyes.

You nodded, unable to stop yourself from smiling a little.

“I'm more than okay. I just… love everything about tonight” you daydreamed, looking tenderly into his eyes.

He smiled and his eyes lit up.

“I knew you'd like it here. Cádiz is special” he chuckled lightly. “I also knew that my parents would love you, just like I do” he said with a smile, kissing your cheek. “But I love you more” he whispered and you giggled.

“Your parents are wonderful” you said, brushing his hair from his forehead and he looked at you gently with a twinkle in his eye.

“You know, when I watched you talking so freely with them, I felt like you were the last piece of the puzzle” he started, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You fit us perfectly, like you've always been a part of my family. My mom kept saying how kind and caring you are... she's already planning when we can get together again" he laughed and you giggled with him.

You felt warmth spread throughout your body, a deep sense of relief mixed with joy. His parents' acceptance meant more to you than words could express, and hearing Pablo share his affection made your heart ache with love for him and his family.

"You are part of something special. You are part of my life and that is the most important thing to me" he continued. "My parents... saw how happy you made me, how you changed my life for the better. They told me they could see it in my eyes" he smiled at you, and you thought you would explode from the excess of cuteness.

The sincerity in his words, the way he spoke about you, made your heart expand even more. You reached up to cup his cheek, pulling him closer.

"And you changed my life, Pablo. You made everything brighter, more beautiful. I didn't know it was possible to feel so loved, to feel so happy, until I met you" you confessed, your hearts swelling with love for each other with every moment.

He leaned down, his lips gently brushing your forehead. “You deserve all the love in the world. I'll give it all to you, always" he whispered, winking at you before intertwining your hands again.

You continued walking along the beach, the cool wind rustling in the night and the stars above you seemed to twinkle just for you. Every step with Pablo made you feel closer to something more real, more precious. You felt his presence next to you, steady and comforting, and you couldn't help but turn your head to look at him once more, your heart filling with love.

He caught your gaze again, his eyes warm and full of the same quiet intensity you loved. He slowed his pace, gently pulling you closer to him.

“You know” he began, his voice low and full of emotion. “You are everything to me. "I don't know how else to say it, but you're the one I've been waiting for my whole life" he confessed, stopping you and standing in front of you.

Your breath caught at his words, the depth in them wrapping around your heart, a heart that was pounding but in the best way possible. You gently placed your hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm, as if to remind yourself that this moment was real.

“You are everything to me too, Pablo” you whispered, your voice full of emotion. “You are my greatest blessing I could ever ask for. Every moment with you feels like a gift" you blushed, but didn't break the intense eye contact.

He smiled softly with teary eyes, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"I feel like I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I never thought I'd find someone like you, someone who understands me, who loves me with all of himself. You are the love of my life and I will never let you go" he took your hands in his, pressing them them to his heart. "Never" he whispered, looking deep into your eyes.

The words hung in the air between you, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. His words, full of sincerity and warmth, wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the sweetness of his words sink in, feeling so completely appreciated, so deeply loved.

“I love you, Pablo” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I love you so much. I can't imagine life without you. I am so grateful to you” your voice cracked with too much emotion.

His thumb gently traced patterns on your palm, and he placed another kiss on your forehead, gentle and slow, full of love.

“And I will be here. Always. For you” he murmured. “You are my home. You are the one with whom I want to share everything, good days, bad days, everything. Because everything is better with you" he said, his voice filled with sincerity coming straight from his wildly beating heart.

You smiled, your heart overflowing with love for him, beyond capacity.

“You are the love of my life too” you whispered. “And I promise I will never leave you” you added, tears forming in your eyes.

He hugged you a little tighter, as if to hold you close, and you stood there for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, with the ocean lapping gently in the background. The world around you was fading away, all that mattered was you and him, and the love you shared. The love between you that seemed as deep, as endless, as the stars above you.

“I'm so happy to have you” you whispered, your voice full of tenderness, looking deep into his warm eyes that shone brighter than ever.

“And I am the luckiest man to have you” he whispered, smiling at you.

He leaned down and his lips met yours in a soft, long and very romantic kiss. You poured all your emotions, all your love and adoration into him. One of his hands went to your hips, pulling you even closer, and the other cupped your face. You wrapped your hands around his neck, playing with his hair, making him purr into your mouth.

It was the most passionate, best and most romantic kiss of your life accompanied by the sound of the ocean under the shining stars. When you pulled away, you could see the depth of his love in his eyes and you felt like the happiest person in the world.

And it was perfect because everything was as it should be.

A/n: Happy new year guys. As promised for the new year this is the start of a pregnancy mini series. New parts will be out when I can get them done hope you enjoy ~ Lucy 

Gavi: 

Over the past week or so I haven't been feeling right I've felt nauseous most days and just overall not myself. I have also missed my period which only really points to one thing but I don't want to believe it. Pablo and I are still so young sure we've been together for nearly 3 years now but having kids isn't something we've talked about much. We both want them but it was always an in the future thing so for it to maybe be happening now has me panicking. I know I should take a test to find out for sure but I'm scared because once I know the result it becomes real and if I'm pregnant I have to tell Pablo. 

Lap War~Fermin Lopez

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: ending the year with a fermin fluff!! happy new year everyone <3

8-“if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

11-“Are you seriously jealous of my cat? she was here before you, you know?”

y/n sat comfortably on the couch, her cat Bella sitting in her lap. Her soft purring filled the quiet space as her fingers stroked her fur.

Every so often, she leaned down to press a kiss on her tiny head, smiling at how peaceful she looked.

Fermin sat a bit further on the couch, leaning back with his arms crossed, watching her and Bella with a look she couldn’t quite place.

“what's with he gave” she asked, glancing up at him.

He shrugged, his eyes flicking to Bella.

“no face”

“that's definitely a face” she pointed out, raising a brow when he stayed silent.

“You’ve kissed her at least five times in the last ten minutes,” he said finally, his voice laced with mock indignation.

Her lips twitched into a smile. “She’s cute. She deserves kisses.”

“Oh, so that’s how it works? The cute ones get kisses?”

“Exactly,” she teased, leaning down to kiss Bella again for emphasis.

Fermin groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. “Unbelievable. I’ve been sitting here this whole time, and she gets all the affection.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his exaggerated pout. “Fermin…”

“No, don’t mind me,” he said, gesturing at himself. “I’m just the guy sitting here, watching my girlfriend make out with her cat.”

“Make out?” she repeated, laughing harder. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”

“It’s true!” he shot back. “She’s been getting more love from you in the last hour than I’ve gotten all week.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. “Are you seriously jealous of my cat? she was here before you, you know?”

“Yes,” he admitted immediately, his face serious but his tone playful. “She’s living the dream—your lap, your attention, and your kisses.”

y/n shook her head, still chuckling. “if you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

That stopped him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips curved into a smirk. “Is that right?”

“Yep,” She said, leaning back casually as if issuing a challenge.

Fermin moved closer to her, leaning toward her with a newfound intensity. “Okay, then. Can I have a kiss?”

She barely had time to respond before he was already closing the distance, his lips capturing hers in a firm but gentle kiss.

His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.

When he finally pulled away, his nose brushed softly against hers as he grinned smugly.

“Satisfied now?” she asked him

He pretended to think for a moment. “Hmm, maybe one more, just to be sure.”

She didn’t hesitate, pulling him back in, his lips moving against hers with a confidence that left her breathless.

Meanwhile, Bella hopped down from her lap with an irritated flick of her tail, stalking off to reclaim her spot elsewhere.

Fermin glanced at her retreating figure and smirked. “Looks like I win this round.”

“You’re insufferable,” she said, shaking her head.

“and yet, here you are,” he quipped, dropping his head down on her lap, making sure he reclaimed his spot once again.