The annual FC Barcelona Christmas dinner was supposed to be formal. Elegant. Professional. The kind of event where everyone behaved perfectly, sat up straight, clapped politely, and listened to long speeches about sportsmanship and tradition.
But nobody warned them that putting you and Gavi next to each other was a terrible,terrible,idea.
You sit side by side at the enormous round table, surrounded by players, staff, and their families. The room is decorated in shimmering silver and deep Barça blue, warm lights strung across the ceiling like stars. Everyone looks beautiful, festive, cheerful.
Everyone except your boyfriend, who is currently failing miserably at pretending he’s paying attention.
Gavi sits stiffly, jaw tight, face slightly pink, doing everything humanly possible to appear normal while your fingers brush against his under the tablecloth.
You bite your lip to hide your smile.
He shoots you a quick glance,soft, pleading, adorable. You nudge his knee with yours.
He jolts.
Pedri, sitting across from you two, raises an eyebrow.
Gavi clears his throat aggressively. “Water. I need water.”
“Claro, bro,” Pedri snorts. “You look like you’re overheating.”
Gavi glares at him, then tries to act casual by taking a long sip from his glass… except you slide your hand onto his thigh at the exact same moment.
He chokes.
“Are you okay?” you ask innocently, patting his back as he coughs.
Across the table, Fermín mutters to Lewandowski, “He’s dying and she’s smiling. This is suspicious.”
You squeeze Gavi’s hand beneath the table, fingers intertwining. He squeezes back immediately,urgent, warm, comforting.
The speakers start their usual holiday speeches, thanking fans, honoring staff, listing achievements. Everyone turns their eyes to the stage.
Everyone except Gavi, whose eyes keep flicking to you like you’re the only person in the room.
He rubs his thumb over your knuckles. You let your foot slide against his under the table,slow, teasing.
He inhales sharply.
“Bro,” Nico whispers from the next table over, leaning just slightly in your direction, “are you two, like… fighting for dominance under there or something?”
Gavi’s ears go flame-red.
“We’re literally sitting here,” he mutters through clenched teeth. “Quietly.”
“Quietly?” Ferran asks with a grin. “You kicked the table so hard it almost shook.”
The entire table looks between the two of you slowly.
Gavi tries lying. “It wasn’t us.”
Pedri leans forward, smirking.
“Then why is Y/N’s shoe missing?”
You freeze.
Gavi freezes.
You look down.
…Your shoe is, indeed, gone,somewhere under the table because your boyfriend accidentally pulled it off during a very intense game of footsie.
Gavi knocks his forehead onto the table with a groan. “Dios mío…”
You press your hand over your mouth, trying desperately not to laugh.
The boys do not spare him.
Fermín: “He’s finished.”
Alejandro: “No recovery.”
Lewandowski, very dramatically: “Young love is a battlefield.”
Raphinha, clapping his shoulder: “Hold strong, hermano.”
Gavi looks at you with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief, and absolute affection.
“Why do I love you so much?” he whispers.
“Maybe because you stole my shoe,” you whisper back.
“And your heart,” he mutters, cheeks still red.
Pedri groans theatrically.
“Kill me. They’re disgusting.”
You put your hand back on Gavi’s thigh,not teasing this time, just gentle.
He laces your fingers together again, holding on tight.
Throughout the next part of the dinner, you two settle into your own little world. Soft touches. Secret smiles. Gavi leaning close to whisper random thoughts he claims are “important.” His hand finding yours under the table over and over again, like he can’t help it.
When dessert arrives, he finally retrieves your shoe from under the tablecloth and quietly slips it back onto your foot.
Nobody misses it.
The whole table erupts in teasing, hollering, and dramatic applause.
Gavi turns to you, red but grinning, and mutters,
“I don’t care. They can tease all they want.”
He squeezes your hand once more,warm, certain, sweet.
“You’re my favorite part of tonight.”
You lean in just enough for your shoulder to brush his, and whisper back:
“You were mine before we even sat down.”
And under the table, where nobody can see, he links your pinkies together and refuses to let go until the dinner ends.
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Summary: You realize that Gavi never gets jealous when other guys are around you and it makes you question if he still likes you.
Warning(s): None
A/N: Hey! I had some inspiration to write so here I am! I’m trying to release shorter fics while I work on my longer ones. Requests are open!
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The first time it happened, you felt relieved that Gavi had decided not to make a scene and instead chose to calmly defuse the situation.
The two of you had been at a club late one night, the high from Barcelona winning hours before pumping through your veins. He had his arms wrapped around you as you both danced to whatever Spanish song the DJ was mixing.
You laughed as he spun you around before pulling you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he moved a strand of hair out of your face.
"I'm going to grab another drink. Want to come?"
His breath was hot against your ear, and even though it felt like a million degrees in the club, and you were sweating through your dress, you still shivered, his voice sending shockwaves through your system no matter how many times you heard it.
You looked up, locking eyes, "I'm good, I'll save our spot."
He kissed the top of your head before letting go, "Ok I'll be back in a second. Try and find the others if you can."
You gave him an awkward thumbs up as he walked away and he chuckled before disappearing into the crowd.
The two of you had been dating for just shy of three weeks.
You had been friends for months before dating, with you initially being introduced to him through his hometown friends. Then there was a three-month period where you both liked each other but were too scared to admit it and ruin the friendship. Finally, Gavi caved after spending two weeks away from you without contact while he playing in the U.S.
Since he admitted his feelings for you that night on the steps of your shitty college house, he had jumped straight into the relationship, inviting you to his games, to hang out with his friends, and private dinners. You on the other hand still felt like an awkward pre-teen girl every time you were with him, he just made you feel giddy inside, and you reacted to things he said so intensely that the only way to cover it up was with strange humor and stupid jokes.
That led you to now. Sometimes being around him was so overwhelming because you were always scared you would say something to embarrass yourself, and although he never made you feel any less worthy you couldn't help but feel like he could be with someone much better than you.
As you stood there contemplating, you felt a body collide with yours, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.
You stumbled, feeling hands come up to grip your elbows, stabilizing you.
"Shit- my bad."
You looked up seeing the guy holding you sporting a white button-down and an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, those guys just pushed me. Some friends." He said referring to the group of five or so extremely drunk boys behind you.
You shook your head, "No worries, I wasn't paying attention either."
He smiled, leaning a bit closer, hands still on your elbows, "Hey do I know you? You look really familiar.”
You squinted your eyes as you gazed at him, trying to figure out if you knew him.
"Eh I go to Universitat de Barcelona if that helps."
His eyes lit up at your words, and he nodded, "Yeah, that's totally how I know you. I think you're in my biology class."
You groaned, "No way the one at 8 a.m.?", he nodded, "I'm barely awake for that lecture." you muttered.
"Mean either but it's hard not to notice you."
You only heard half his sentence and looked at him confused, "Sorry what?"
His lips tugged up in a smile as he bent down, shifting closer to you, "I said it's hard not to notice you."
You felt your breath stop as you realized what you had gotten yourself into. You made a move to shy away when you heard Gavi call your name.
You lifted your head seeing him approaching as he carried your drink, "Hey who's this?"
You went to interject and tell him it was no one but the guy next to you interrupted, "Hey man, I got to school with her.”
Gavi nodded, accepting his answer as he handed you your drink, "Oh class friend?"
You went to speak but were again cut off by the guy next to you, who had still to let go of your elbow.
"Something like that."
You saw Gavi's posture slightly straighten at his words but he relaxed a second later, "Alright."
The guy turned to you saying something about seeing you in class and then proceeded to give you a hug, his arms wrapping around your lower back.
You noticed Gavi watching the exchange but he made no comment.
You approached him timidly, unsure of if he was going to say anything about the situation, but he paid it no mind, going back to casual conversation with you.
At the time you let out a breath, thankful that he seemed intent on letting you handle your own situation.
That thankfulness soon turned to annoyance and then confusion when similar situations happened time and time again and he made no effort to speak up.
You supposed it was good he never got jealous because you knew it could get very overbearing very fast, and yet, you couldn't help the twinge of defeat you felt every time someone tried to make a move on you and he did nothing to stop them or even show a ounce of emotion.
Slowly it was making you start to question your relationship with Gavi.
Why did he not get jealous? Was it because he didn't see others as a threat? Or didn't feel the need to because you weren't as pretty as the other girls he was seen with? Maybe he simply didn't care? Or perhaps he wasn't the type?
You knew the last one couldn't possibly be true because he was absolutely the type. His entire career was based on his passion, determination, and aggression to get where he wanted. His aggression is what made him so competitive and a loyal player. So if he was so driven and passionate on the field, why was that not carrying over into your relationship?
It wasn't until almost two months later that things came to a boiling point.
It was the last game of the pre-season for Barcelona and spirits were high, everyone hoping they could seal off a great season, and enter a new one, with a win.
The stadium was filled to the brim with fans and reporters. The family section was also full with player's partners and families coming to support them in the final game of the summer.
You were sitting next to Anna, the two of you talking about school, work, and life.
Eventually, the game started and you went into full-on fan mode - cheering along when Barca made impressive plays and booing when they were tackled.
The stadium was abuzz with energy, and you basked in everyone's excitement.
You gripped Anna's hand as you saw Gavi running up the sidelines towards the other team's defense, Joao running parallel to him.
You saw him sidestep, dodging the defender, and suddenly the ball was soaring, perfectly landing at Joao's feet as he placed it into the back of the net.
The two of you jumped up, cheering along with the rest of the crowd. It seemed like Barcelona would have its victory after all.
After the game, you stayed in the family section for a while chatting with Pedri's parents as you waited for the players to make a re-emerge.
You bid goodbye to them when you got a text from Gavi telling you to come down.
You made your way down to the field, waiting behind the barricades for him to appear.
The other team's players appeared first, signing fans t-shirts and taking photos.
"Need something signed?"
You saw a player from the other team approach you, waving a sharpie in his hand.
You pointed at your jersey playfully, "No thanks. I'm a Barca girl if you couldn't tell."
He grinned, "Ahh c'mon what will it take for me to convince you?"
You shrugged your shoulders, "Ride or die sorry."
He clutched his hand to his heart in mock offense, "Ouch. I'm hurt, but I'm not giving up."
You gave him a smile, remaining polite, as you looked over his shoulder for Gavi.
"Oh I know!" he exclaimed, directing your attention back to him.
He wiggled his eyebrows before taking off his shirt, "Here, new jersey for you."
He held it out to you, and you gave him an unimpressed look.
He rolled his eyes playfully, "Alright fine. I'll sign it, but only cause you asked so nicely."
You watched amused as he signed the jersey before offering it to you.
You squinted your eyes at him.
He dangled the jersey in his hands, "C'mon take it. You know a lot of people would pay good money for this."
You reached out to grab it, "Fine, but only because I'm going to sell it later."
He held up his hands in surrender, "It's yours now. Do whatever."
You thought the conversation would end there but he made no effort to leave, "Who are you here with anyway? Someone in Barca?"
You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off.
"Me."
You whipped your head to see that Gavi had silently approached the two of you.
Besides yourself, you felt a tiny part of you waiting with bated breath for him to do something, to finally dig his boots in the ground and say something, but he remained impassive.
"Hey."
"Hey, you ready to go?" Gavi asked.
You nodded your head, unsure of how to leave the situation.
"I can lift you over the barricade if you need." The other player spoke up, and your eyes immediately flitted over to Gavi's to gauge his reaction.
His eyebrows furrowed but he didn't say anything.
You debated for a second, just to get Gavi to react, but quickly decided against it, opting to just walk around the barricade.
You approached the two of them quickly and with a hasty goodbye followed Gavi as he left the pitch. You heard the other player shout a 'see you around', and you waved in response.
You broke the silence first as you walked the empty tunnel, "Great game baby. You did amazing."
"Thanks."
His reply was clipped.
He went to hold your hand and you shifted the jersey last second to your other hand, catching his attention.
"What's that?"
"Oh, that guy gave me his jersey. I'm going to sell it." You explained, telling him how you were expecting to make hundreds.
He listened along till you finished.
"Can I see the jersey?"
You nodded handing it to him.
You swung your joint hands as you walked, talking to him about the game as he examined the jersey.
Abruptly he dropped your hand, mouth set in a firm line.
Your eyebrows stitched together, "What's wrong?"
He cleared his throat before handing you the jersey.
"I think there's something for you on it."
"I forgot something in the locker room, I'll be right back." He continued.
You looked down confused, eyes scanning the text before it clicked.
The jersey had the player's phone number on it.
You lifted your head seeing him already walking away, "Gavi wait. Can you stop for a minute?"
He turned around but continued moving, "Yeah what?"
"Stop moving!” You exclaimed, your frustration building as he continued to not express any interest in the situation.
He finally halted and you closed the distance between the two of you.
"Is there something wrong with me? Do you not like me anymore or something?"
He seemed taken aback by your words and several emotions flitted across his face, "What are you talking about?"
You took a breath, it was now or never.
"I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I'm pretty sure that guy was hitting on me-"
"He was." Gavi confirmed.
You continued, "So then why don't you care? I'm your girlfriend, so why aren't you getting jealous when other guys hit on me?"
"You want me to get jealous?" He asked incredulously.
"I mean I don't want you to become super overprotective or anything, but it would be nice if you at least acknowledged when someone is trying to get with me right in front of you. I know I would get jealous if someone was saying that to you."
"You don't think I get jealous?" His voice had a hard edge to it, and suddenly you felt like you might have read between the lines wrong.
You shrugged your shoulders, unsure, "I mean you don't show it."
"Of course I'm going to notice when some guy is eye fucking my girl one foot away from me, I'm not fucking blind."
"Then why don't you say anything?" You pressed.
“Shit y/n that's cause I don't want to scare you away!"
His admission only confused you further, and you lowered your voice acutely aware that your shouts were probably carrying far in the quiet tunnel,
"Scare me away? Why would that scare me?"
He shook his head, "The press is always making me out to be this bad guy. This kid that doesn't know how to get his temper in check and - mierda y/n - I don't want to get into this right now."
You relented, unwilling to give in, biting the bullet, "Alright so next time someone asks to lift me up, their just being friendly right? Trying to be helpful?"
His eyes blazed, "That's not what I meant and you know it."
You lifted your hands in frustration, "No Gavi actually I don't know that. You act like you don't even care."
"I care! Trust me y/n I care!" He argued.
"Then show me."
His lips were on yours before you had even finished processing what you were saying. His skin felt hot against yours as his fingers sank into your hipbone, crowding you against the wall.
You lost your train of thought as you got lost in the sensation he provided you. One hand went to tangle in his hair, as the other draped around his neck bringing him impossibly closer.
One of his hands slipped under your shirt, as he kissed you senseless. You finally pulled away for a breath but he didn't stop, moving to lay a trail of kisses from the sweet spot behind your ear, down your neck, and onto your collarbone.
You left out a soft moan underneath him, the feeling causing tingles in your spine, and a fluttery feeling in your stomach.
"We should really sto- fuck gavi - so-someone could walk in any moment." You reminded him.
"Just gotta leave a mark." He replied.
You nodded before his words caught up to you and you pushed him off, "What? No marks! I have to meet your parents tonight." You whined.
He grinned, not looking the least bit apologetic, "At least people will know you're mine now."
reader's little brother (16) goes to barca youth training and reader (21) meets Pablo Gavi (24) and he tries to talk to her multiple times but her brother keeps on stopping him every time then Pedri comes out with a great idea , he distracts her brother so Gavi could hang out with her!
your little brother Diego had a chance that not a lot can get, he had the chance if becoming a Barcelona future player but at the time he is currently training at the barca youth academy
diego: you know you didn't have to come with me you should have stayed in your apartment and studied instead
he said clearly not being nice as he changed his shirt in the changing room , you sighed and you looked up to your brother's long figure
y/n: you know that i really care about you and i want to see you successful from the very first step , you don't have to be rude
you look at him firmly , his expression soften up then he looks at the ground and runs his hand through his hair
diego: i know but- listen...this is your last year in college and iam scared iam distracting you....
you suddenly started feeling bad and pulled him into a hug
y/n: idiot, you are not distracting me you are my little brother ofcourse i will fail the year but its only for you
just as he was about to hug you back the door was burst open
Alvero: DIEGO THE PLAYERS ARE HERE-oh hi y/n
Alvaro was tour little brother's childhood best friend, both of you and Diego almost had a heart attack
Y/n: hi alve-
Diego: ALVERO FUCK YOU !
Diego threw a shoe at Alvaro for scaring him and alvero dodged it
Alvero: no time for fighting! Hurry up so we could see who is training us!
Both of alvero and your brother run to the field , you decide to goniome so could actually study and cook dinner
At 8pm your apartment door was knocking you opend the door , it was diego your brother (he lives with you) he went to take a shower and came back later and sat on the chair eating dinner with you
Diego: you won't believe who is training me !
Y/n: who?
Diego: pablo gavi !
At this moment you and your brother were jumping up and down dancing around from happiness you guys kept celebrating for like 2 hours
Y/n: wait..did you see him?
Your brother freezes for a moment
Diego: actually no
You sit him down on the couch and go to the fridge to grab something
Y/n: sit here I'll get you something
You grab something from the fridge and go sit next to him
Diego: what is this?
You open the box revealing a fence chocolate cake with chocolate drizzling
Y/n: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME WITH YOU FOR TRAINING
your brother looks at you rolling his eyes
Diego: are you gonna study?
Y/n: YES
he looks around the living room acting like he is thinking about it
Diego: okay then BUT you stay on the benches ok?
Y/n: YES THANK YOU!
The next few days were really great as y/n only say on the benches and watched as pablo gavi trained her little brother obviously only looking at gavi and gavi giving her glances but turns his head away once she notices but one day
Gavi: alright Diego that's it for now go rest alittle
Your brother runs off to the changing room then gavi turns his gaze at you and starts walking towards you
Gavi: hello there
He sits next to you , your cheeks flashed red for no reason
Y/n: hi
Gavi: I see you are always sitting here watching me train young players , what's your name ?
You tell your self that he is just being friendly and pray that your brother won't come
Y/n: my name is y/n and iam watching you train my brother actually
Gavi is taken back by your words he looks surprised
Gavi: Diego is your brother ??? Wow you guys look nothing alike!
You laugh At his comment then he smiles at you
Y/n: no we actually kinda look ali-
Diego: Y/N!
Uh oh...it's Diego...you know that you are In Trouble....
Gavi: oh Diego you haven't told me about your sist-
Diego: why are you talking to her ?are you here to train me or to talk to girls ???
He says looking mad as hell and you tried to calm him down
Y/n: Diego that's rude !
Diego: no you shut up you don't get anything
He returns his gaze to gavi which obviously looked mad
Gavi: ok calm down its not like I was going to bite her let's go back to training
Your brother was quick to run back to field and while gavi was about to leave you tucked his shoulder
Y/n: iam really sorry he just gets overprotective sometimes
Gavi smiles at you
Gavi: no worries I mean witb a sister so beautiful like you ofcourse I'll be overprotective
He then winks at you and goes back to training your brother
You were a blushing mess at this point
Days passed by and still everything gavi tries to talk with your brother would stand in his way not wanting any interaction between you and gavi you honestly got sick of it so did gavi but one day at the changing room
Pedri: so have you asked her out yet ?
Gavi started yelling at pedri for no absolute reason
Gavi : EVRYTIME I TRY TO TALK TO HER ! EVERYTIME! HER STUPID BROTHER DIEGO INTERUPTS US ! WHY CANT HE LEAVE US ALONE ?! ALLNI WANTED TO DO IS ASk HER OUT !
Pedri was surprised by how much gavi was yelling at this point
Pedri: calm down gavi , you are 25 don't let a 16 years old get in your nerves plus how old is she ?
Gavi takes a breath in slowly exhaling it calming himself down
Gavi: 21 she's 21
Pedri then starts thinking for a moment
Pedri: well I got an idea
Gavi then stumble towards pedri excited
Gavi: TELL ME!
Pedri: alright alright calm down
Pedri starts telling gavi the idea planning everything to get your brother distracted for at least 2 hours
The next day comes and their plan has started, pedri sees your brother and runs to him telling him that gavi is sick and he is going to train him today and your brother believes him meanwhile
Gavi was driving to your apartment (yes he knows the address) to take you out for a walk on the beach
You were brushing your hair when your apartment door knocked you opened it
Y/n: gavi???
Gavi: no time go dress up and come with me
You then go to your room changing your clothes into something casual but cute doing a no makeup-makeup then brushing your hair
Gavi:I...wow.... you look...stunning...OH LETS GO!
You ride gavis car not knowing what the he'll is happening nor where he is taking you
He drove you to the beach
Y/n: gavi....why are we here?
Gavi leans into you
Gavi: I want to spend time with you ..alone
Y/n: but dieg-
Gavi: pedri got him distracted
Meanwhile pedri was forcing your brother to run around the field 5 times
Y/n: thank God...
You both get out of the car and sit on the beach sand talking for hours until the sun started to go down
Gavi: you know...you were truly hard to get...I mean your brother alone was a big problem..
You laugh at him and he just stares at you
Gavi: I love your laugh from the very first time i saw you I loved it
gavi leans closer to you
Y/n: I love your smile too
gavi then brushes a string of hair form your face while leaning even close to you
Gavi: may I?
You nod slowly letting him kiss you on the lips , his kiss was soft and lovely it made butterflies go crazy in Your stomach
Diego: NOO
both of you and gavi look back to find your brother and pedri , pedri was just putting his hand on your brother's shoulder
Pedri: Diego let's leave them I really have to talk to you about something
Pedri and Diego wnt back to Pedri's car
Pedri sighs
Pedri: listen Diego, your sister is 21 she is old enough to find a lover and take care of herself
Diego: but-
Pedri: they both love each other , don't stand in their way ok?
Diego sighs and rolls his eyes
Diego: fine if that's what makes her happy
you and gavi were chatting and laughing at the beach
BONUS:
Days passed by and it was your final
You were extremely nervous even though you studied hard, you just felt like it was never enough
You hear a soft knock on your room's door
Y/n: come in
Gavi slowly opens the door and closes it right behind him
Gavi: hey Diego told me you weren't feeling fien is everything OK?
You sigh and lean your head back as he grabs a chair and sits next to you
Y/n: NO everything is not fine I feel like iqm gonna fail and and and
Gavi pulled you into a hug
Gavi: don't worry about it I promise you everything will be fine
