❦ - Hidden In Plain Sight.

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pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: catalan author aroa ferrer is about to be translated into spanish. to promote her book, her publisher has the worst idea possible: a pr relationship with a heartthrob footballer.

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"Uhm, where is the bathroom?" Asked Gavi. His hands were sweating and he wanted to fix his hair before the meeting. He was nervous, more than he was when he had play in front of millions of people.

This was different. This made him vulnerable.

"That corridor to the left has the gender neutral bathrooms," explained the woman at the reception counter. Gavi thanked her quietly and walked toward the corridor she had pointed to.

The bathroom was empty, except for a girl in the farthest sink away, who was covering her face with her hands and quietly sniffling.

"I'm sorry," he stumbled, taking a step back. Maybe he could come back later.

"No, it's okay." The girl didn't look at him, scurrying pass him, almost running away from the place. It left Gavi with a bitter taste in his mouth. What had that girl so upset?

He didn't think too much about it, though. He had his own things to worry about.

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Iván put a hand on his shoulder when they were finally called up.

The offer had reached Gavi as a passing comment. Iván had heard that Roses Editorial was searching for a guy to be in a PR relationship with one of their more successful writers. The agent was offering the opportunity to his other clients, who were footballers of a smaller caliber than Gavi, when media attention was concerned.

Gavi would have usually not even considered an arrangement like that. His dating life was his business and his business only, but after a rough break up he needed to do something drastic.

"Hombre, I didn't think you'd be interested," admitted Iván. "You never want to do stuff like this..."

Gavi had shrugged.

"Just let me look a bit into this before I fully accept," asked Gavi. "Do you have the girl's name?"

"Aroa Ferrer," said Iván. "There are no pictures of her on the Internet, but you can check her book if you want."

Gavi frowned. He wondered if Iván noticed it was a bit strange that agirl with no public photos on the Internet was ready to go on a PR stunt like this, but he said nothing.

Gavi had bought the book, which was in Catalan, and actually read it. Going though the pages was quite different than completing his high school assignments. In school, he had loathed the language. Teachers were strict, the grammatical and orthographic rules made no sense, and he was in a clear disadvantage against his native speaking classmates. But Aroa's book was entertaining, the plot, the characters. It made him forget he was actually reading in a second language.

Aroa's second book was in Spanish. It had been published a few days earlier and was flying off the shelves in all the bookstores of the country. The publishing house wanted to take advantage of the rush, and use the publicity of a PR stunt to drive people's eyes towards the first book's Spanish translation.

Gavi walked to the office awkwardly. By the desk, Ferrer's agent and Roses' marketing manager were waiting for them. On the other side of the room, by the corner, arms crossed and jaw set, was the girl from the bathroom.

It took Gavi less than a second to figure out he had walked into a war zone, and that the room was divided. Iván, who either didn't notice, or ignored it, walked to the men in suits by the desk.

The men seemed to be delighted to see him. Gavi was sure that when they started asking around for an interested party, they never thought they could bag someone of Gavi's prophile. He could see the Euro signs in their eyes.

Gavi looked back at Aroa. Her jaw was set and he gaze was averted. Having the freedom to map out her face, Gavi was stunned with how pretty she was. Short brown hair curled to down to her chin, pink lips, curled in a pissed off expression, green eyes guarded and harsh.

She looked like she wanted to kill everyone in the room.

"Hi," he greeted shyly, when he caught her gaze. She replied with a short head gesture.

"C'mon, c'mon, sit, sit, Gavi." The men there were adamant in having him be as comfortable as possible. They really wanted to sway his will towards whatever they wanted to do. "Meet Aroa, she will be your partner in this operation. Excuse her behavior, she's not done throwing her tantrum yet."

Aroa clenched her jaw.

She definitely looked too pissed off for it be "just a tantrum". Suddenly, Gavi didn't think this was the best idea. Something about the men and the way they talked about their author, the fact that she was clearly distressed and nobady seemed to care.

"Aroa, sit next to him, I want to see you two together," demanded the agent. She obeyed, walking briskly and dropping next to him on the couch. Gavi could feel the tension in her muscles.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worriedly. It took Aroa a few seconds to figure out he was talking to her.

"Could be worse," she said, her face softening a little. Her eyes were prettier up close, he noticed.

"Alright, so, the idea is to have you two appear to be a couple in public, so that Aroa's book sells in the rest of Spain," said the agent.

"We also wanted something from this relationship," announced Iván.

"Of course." Both men seemed to find that completely reasonable. "What do you need?"

"Gavi broke up with his girlfriend a month ago. She's still posting indirect statements that reflect badly on him. Once the break up is announced, we would benefit of Aroa speaking kindly of him, at least a couple of times," explained Iván. Gavi flinched. The issues with Alicia had been many, specially after the break up. When she started posting, he and Iván had agreed to ignore the situation completely, but now that Gavi had been open to this scheme, it was logical that his agent wanted to take advantage of it.

Aroa rised her eyebrow, tension returning to her body.

"You're not like, abusive, right?" She asked bluntly. "I won't go against a victim just to clean you image.”

"I can promise you it's nothing like that," reassured Iván. "Alicia is just a little bit immature."

Gavi shook his head. That argument was doing nothing to quench Aroa's doubts.

"We fought during the break up," he explained. "Alicia wanted us to spend more time together, but I ignored her, sometimes even on purpose, to focus on football. If anything, all her complaints about me are about how I'm too immature and childish for a woman like her. That sort of thing."

Aroa seemed to find his explanation more plausible.

"If I learn that you did something bad to her..."

"I promise you I didn't," insisted Gavi. She finally nodded.

"Well, the relationship should be announced slowly, we don't want to overwhelm the public," continued the manager. Gavi had not caught his name, and he realised he did not want to.

"Yes, maybe Aroa should go to a couple of games, and you should be seen with the book somewhere..." agreed the agent, looking at Gavi.

"But how are we going to tie her face to her name? There are no pictures of you available on the Internet," interrupted Gavi.

"That's because my face should not be necessary to sell a fucking book," replied Aroa. Gavi tensed. During the whole time, Aroa had seemed tense, pissed off. But he now was starting so see the reason.

"Well, you refused to do tik toks, so this is your next option, young lady," reminded her the manager. Something churned on Gavi's stomach.

"My target audience is not on booktok," she complained.

"It will be if we say so," insisted the manager. "You wrote a roamce book, you can't be picky about your public."

"Wait, you don't want to be doing this?" Asked Gavi, fully tuning his body to watch her. By the corner of the eye, he saw Iván's expression souring.

"No. Not really. I want my books to sell because they are good, not because I'm some dude's girlfriend." Aroa explained. Gavi recognised the glint of ambition and pride on her eyes. He had the same feeling surrounding his career. He was liked and valued because he was a good footballer, not because he was pretty.

"Then why are you here?" Asked Iván, concerned.

"I don't have a choice."

"Her contact stipulates that marketing decisions lay on the Editoral. We were already kind enough to listen to her when she rejected booktok, we won't do that again," explained the manager. Gavi felt like throttling him.

"Well, Gavi and I need to reconsider the offer..." Iván stood up, and gestured Gavi to do the same. "This information changes a lot of things for us..."

Gavi spared one last worried glance to Aroa before slipping out of the room, following Iván.

"That was..."

"Defiently unethical," finished Iván. "I can't believe they think they have the right..."

Aroa rushed through the corridors catching them before they reached the elevators. She grabbed Gavi by the arm, desperation obvious on her eyes.

"Wait, please." There were tears streaming down her pink cheeks. "I... please. Stay. They will carry on with this plan with or without you, and I... I would rather have to do it with you, knowing that you care, and are kind, that to do it with whoever new they find, someone that agrees with their thinking." She explained.

Gavi did not doubt on wrapping jus arms around her, pressing her to his chest. Aroa buried her face on his shoulder, her tears wetting the fabric of his shirt.

"Alright," Gavi looked at Iván over her shoulder. His face was troubled, but Gavi could see that he agreed with him. They would take the offer, even if it was just to protect Aroa Ferrer.

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"I'm so sorry for getting you into this mess," said Aroa when she let Gavi in on her apartment. She had kicked out Inés, her best friend, so they could talk peacefully.

"It's okay, though. I kind of want to do it, you know?" Gavi put his hands on his pockets. Now that she's allowing herself to look at him, Aroa could admit that he was pretty handsome. "I'd rather help you, that see you in a fake relationship with some scumbag in a few months and wonder if you're okay every day."

"Still. You shouldn't be worrying about it."

Gavi shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. Aroa couldn't fathom how he found the whole ordeal so... irrelevant, to the course of his life, but he was not putting his ambition at risk so that was that.

She led him to her kitchen, were she had prepared two bowls of simple tomato pasta.

"I wasn't sure what you could or could not eat..." she explained. "So I played it safe."

"Smells so good," he complimented. "I love pasta, specially before a match."

Aroa smiled, pleased.

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"So this thing... we can have it be quiet, right?" Asked Gavi, helping Aroa do the dishes.

"I'm not sure they want it to be quiet..." she told him. Edgar and Toni were like dogs with a bone, and Gavi was a very succulent bone.

"But I can demand that it is." He replied, confidently. "They need it to be me, no one is going to give them any more clout than I do," Aroa flinched. "I have power here."

"Alright," she said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Like Iván said, you come to a few of my matches, we get someone to spot you. I carry your books around a couple of times. Then we get caught kissing somewhere, maybe a restaurant or a park, something romantic. A couple of insta stories on the same place at the same time and done. We stop following each other on social media, don't interact in public and everyone will figure out we've broken up. Easy."

"Easy." Aroa repeated, finishing drying a dish.

"Yeah, easy." Gavi seemed proud of his plan."

"There is only one problem," she said. "I've never kissed anyone."

"Oh."

It was obvious Gavi did not expect that.

"Never?" He croaked. Aroa shook her head, a little bit embarrassed. She was about to turn twenty one, and no one had ever deemed her pretty enough for a kiss. "You didn't want to or..."

It was cute that Gavi thought she had chosen that. Aroa shrugged.

"Just never happened for me."

There was a heavy silence, in which Aroa avoided eye contact, turning her face away from Gavi, until she felt his hands gently cupping her cheeks.

"I could... we could kiss now," he offered. "So your first kiss isn't everywhere on the Internet. And so we know what to do when the moment comes or in an emergency."

Aroa took a shaky breath, lifting her gaze to look at him. Gavi's big eyes were dark, his lips parted as he studied her face. He wanted to do it, she realised, startled. Whether it was a stupid bout of desire or wanting to be kind she was not sure.

But she nodded, accepting the offer.

His lips met hers softly at first. Small kisses to help her figure out what was going on. But as Aroa grew in confidence, her arms lifting to grip his shoulders, her lips moving against his, the kiss deepened. Gavi gripped her waist, their hips colliding as he squished her against the sink. Aroa rised a hand to the back of his head as his tongue went inside her mouth.

"I thought it was supposed to be fake?" Inés' voice startled them into separating.

"We're just rehearsing," came out of Aroa's mouth, as she touched her tingling lips with the tip of her fingers. Kissing was nice, she decided.

Inés snorted leaving her purse by the couch.

"Sure, at least he's the hot one," she commented, before disappearing into her room. Gavi blushed, to Aroa's delight.

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Gavi went back home excitedly. His lips were still tingling from the kiss, his heart still beating hard from all the adrenaline. They were doing this. They were so fucking doing this.

But there was one thing he needed to do first. He found his family gathered in the living room, but they tackled the issue before he could open his mouth.

"Since when do you read?" Asked Aurora. She was holding Aroa's book. "And since when do you speak Catalan?"

"I wouldn't have a high school diploma if I didn't speak Catalan," he replied taking his coat off. His cheeks are already pink. "I've lived here for almost a decade, I'm not that stupid."

"But reading a romance book?" Insisted Aurora.

"Stop annoying your brother," reprimanded their mother. "God knows I've tried to get him to read for years..."

His dad, though, had a knowing smile on his face.

"Where were you, boy?"

"I, eh... that is what u wanted to talk about with all of you. I was... eh, I was on a date." He blurted.

Aurora's mouth dropped.

"So soon after Alicia?"

"Yeah. I know it seems precipitated, but I have a great feeling about this..."

"Gavi, dear, it's better if you wait a little. At least as a curtesy. Alicia deserves better..."

"Well, for as long as Alicia doesn't hear..." decided Aurora. "We can pretend like they started dating six months after the break up or something..."

"She's coming to my game next week." Said Gavi, squashing their planning. "And I asked her to wear my jersey." He had not actually, but he was sure it would be the easiest way to link her to him, if she was spotted alone in the stands with the rest of the families.

"That's a bit soon. It took you quite a while to go public with Alicia..."

"I'm sure of what I'm doing," replied Gavi, squaring his shoulders. "I like Aroa a lot. I want her—"

"We don't even know this girl," protested his mother. "How do you know that she isn't after your fame?"

'Because I caught her having a panic attack at the thought of using me for my fame,' he thought, but said nothing.

"Why is it so hard to trust my judgement?" He asked. He felt like he was setting Aroa up to be hated by his family, once they broke of the arrangement.

"If you feel lonely, I'm sure Alicia..."

"I don't want Alicia, Aurora," he snapped. "I want Aroa." As he spoke, Gavi realised he was saying the truth. "I really want to try this with her. She's sweet and smart and accomplished. She wrote that fucking book!" He pointed at the book that was still in Aurora's hands. "And I liked it! And I hate reading, and I struggle with Catalan! That is how good she is."

"We're gonna have to meet this girl," spoke his father then. "Before the match. Ask her when she can come for dinner."

Shit.

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"You didn't tell your parents it was a PR deal?" Said Aroa and Iván almost at the same time.

Gavi covered his face with his hands.

"They've been worried about the break up with Alicia. They liked her a lot, always asked if we are going to get back together. Aurora actually still meets with her, I'm sure." He explained. "I thought that maybe... I could use this to make them forget about my thing with Alicia, I don't know."

Iván sighed. He was used to Gavi's impulsive decision making, but Aroa was looking at him totally puzzled.

"Alright," she said. "I'm free every night next week."

"You're actually accepting?"

"You're making me a huge favour, not letting me do this with some random reggetón singer. How bad can a family dinner be?"

"If my sister suspects you're after my money, it can be quite awful," he warned.

"Then let's think of it as warm up, for when this thing hits the news."

At that moment, Gavi could have kissed her.

"Okay, you two need to fix that stuff alone," decided Iván standing up from the kitchen table of Aroa's apartment, taking the folder with him. After a second meeting with her publishers, the three of them had gone to her house to discuss the details form their more ethical point of view. "I'll give this to my friends. They will call you by the end of the week," he told Aroa.

Iván had offered to send the manuscript of her third book to some agents he knew, who specialised on publishing. They also had good ties with foreign publishing houses, and could get her translated to other languages apart from Spanish or Catalan, like English, French or German.

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"Do they really hate me?" Asked Aroa once they reached his home. She was squeezing a box of homemade cookies against her chest, nerves finally kicking in.

"They... liked Alicia a lot. And they distrust any girl that attempts anything with me. So this is more like an exam..."

"Great." Gavi almost snorted at her ironic remark. She had come out of her shell slowly, but it was fun to banter with her now.

Inside, they were greeted by his father first. He looked soft, like a teddy bear. He took the cookies from Aroa with a smile on his face, as he led them to the kitchen, as if this wasn't Gavi's house too.

There, they found his mother, who was a little bit more cautious around Aroa. She still smiled and was very polite, but Aroa could tell she was being watched.

Aurora would clearly he the hardest one to win over. She smiled curtly, but kept the interactions at the minimum. Aroa took a step closer to Gavi instinctively. He put his hand on her hip as he talked to his dad, something about the cookies being 100% acceptable by Barça's nutritionist standards.

"You made them?"

"Yeah!" His mother nodded appreciatively. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard.

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"They definitively hate me," whispered Aroa once they were alone in his room. She picked her pyjamas from the bag she had prepared to spend the night.

"Okay, it could have gone better," admitted Gavi, sitting in bed.

Even if his father seemed to welcome her, his mother and Aurora were not as inclined. They were still untrusting, and Aroa had spent enough time studying human behaviour to know they were comparing her to Alicia the whole time.

"I don't think it's worth it to try to make them like me," she told him. "I'll be gone in a month an a half anyway." Aroa went to the bathroom to change her white stamped t-shirt and blue jeans—that Gavi had helped her pick, for the pyjamas shirt and shorts. "You could tell them they were right about me and call it day," she offered when she exited.

"I don't like that, though," he shook his head. "I don't want them to think badly of you. You're wonderful, I wish they could see it. And what do you mean you will be gone, we can still be friends, no?"

"I thought you would want me gone," she admitted, sitting in bed next to him. Gavi shook his head. "Not at all. I want to be friends with you, I want to able to laugh about it in a few years."

Aroa rested her head on his shoulder, in silence. Gavi had to keep himself from dragging her to his lap and crushing her in a hug.

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Aroa watched herself in the mirror. The show started today. She would go to the match, wearing the black jersey with Gavi's name on her back, and do the part.

"You'll slay this, I promise," encouraged Inés with a tight hug before she left.

At the stadium, Iván greeted her and sat with her to watch the match. She was grateful for his presence, it was a friendly face in the sea of unknown people.

"I presume the dinner with his family did not go well," muttered Iván.

"No," admitted Aroa. "Did he tell you?"

Iván shook his head and pointed to a few rows in front of them. Gavi's sister had arrived, and with her a pretty girl with beautiful clothes and beautiful hair.

"Why would Aurora bring Alicia if she approves of you?"

"Shit."

"Shit indeed. I told that boy he should have told his family the truth."

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Gavi noticed immediately, and cursed under his breath. Shit was going to hit the fan faster than he thought. As they warmed up, he searched for a reason to rush to the stands.

"I need to talk to Iván for a sec," he told his teammates, who looked at him puzzled. Gavi rushed up the stairs, ignoring his sister trying to get his attention, and making it to Iván and Aroa in record time.

"We have some drama here," warned him Iván. Gavi ignored him too.

"How are you doing?" He asked Aroa, who shrugged a little bit. She looked terrified. "I'm going to go off script right now," he warned. lifting his hands to cup her cheeks. He felt them heat under his fingers, as Aroa realised what he was planning.

The kiss was longer than it should have been. Gavi wanted to make sure one of those fans who recorded everything got the clip, wanted everyone to see.

Gavi wanted everyone to know he was Aroa's so badly, he forgot he actually wasn't.

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"Anything you want to say about this?"

Of course his teammates would get a hold of the video sooner than the day was over. Gavi was changing into his jeans when Lamine slid on the bench next to him, holding his phone with the viral tik tok.

"That's my girlfriend," he said. "Her name is Aroa Ferrer, she's a—"

"The writer?" interrupted Cubarsí. "No way you're dating her, hermano. She's too cool for you, way out of your league."

"Oh, yeah?" Snarked Gavi, watching how Cuba asked Lamine to show him the video again.

"I only saw her face for the first time last week, when the new book dropped and she included an author photo. Finally!"

Cuba being an Aroa fan boy wasn't on Gavi's plan, but it made him proud.

"But is she hot?" Asked someone else, trying to see the video too. Gavi put on his shirt, amidst patting on his shoulders, hair ruffles and congratulatory comments.

The smile on his face was genuine.

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"I'm sorry about what my sister did."

Gavi held her hand. His eyebrows were furrowed, his lips pouted. He truly cared about her well-being. Aroa smiled.

"It's okay. At least my publishers are loving the drama," he snorted, but she could tell he noticed the saddened tone on her voice. "I'm sorry I'm making things hard with your family..."

"No you're not. Alicia is, trying to get us to get back together." Gavi stopped in front of his car. "You might have helped me cut this once and for all."

Aroa squeezed his hand, and he lifted hers to his lips, kissing it gently.

"Also, my teammates want to meet you too."

Aroa rolled her eyes.

"You didn't tell them this was fake either?"

"Pau is your fan boy. I would look like a loser if I hadn't actually seduced you!"

Aroa snorted, and suddenly they were laughing loudly, putting their weight on each other, until some other families started to trickle by and look at them funny.

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It was quiet at home. Gavi was dozzing off with his head on Aroa's shoulder as she typed her soul away. Her fourth book was halfway done, this time in Catalan. At the other side of the couch, his mother was reading a magazine, and his father was doing a puzzle in the coffee table.

Aurora made it home then. She left her keys and took her coat in silence, watching the new couple warily.

"You didn't need to do that," she told her brother. Gavi woke up fully.

"Actually, I did. You didn't need to do that."

"Alicia's feelings are hurt."

"She hurt them herself," he stated, curling further onto Aroa's shoulder, who had not noticed Aurora's presence due to her headphones.

"You're hell bent on her, huh?"

"Yes, actually."

Aurora rolled her eyes and went to her room.

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"Are you sure you do not want to come?" Gavia sked again. He did not expect Aroa to say yes, she was admant to keep their public interactions to a minimum.

"No, have fun," she smiled softly, looking up from her laptop. That book was writing itself fast.

Gavi had a boy's night out, and even if some of the guys brought their girlfriends, Aroa had argued that she would be a girlfriend for too little to actually go there. He has wanted to argue, but there was no point.

Gavi bent to drop a short peck on her lips, before leaving, whistling some old fashioned song.

"You're not... going to ask him to text you every twenty minutes?" Asled Aurora, from her side of the couch. Even if the relationship was tense, Gavi insisted they should act like nothing happened.

"Why would I do that?" frowned Aroa.

"To make sure he doesn't cheat?"

"If I have to put that much effort to make sure he doesn't cheat, why would a I date him?" Questioned Aroa. "Seems stupid."

His father snorted.

"She's got a point," he said, smiling. He was the one that seemed to accept Aroa the fastest.

Aurora shrugged.

"Alicia did not like it when he went out without her."

"And they broke up," reminded her Aroa. "So it was useless in the end, all that work."

Aroa wasn't sure why she was pushing so hard. Her idea was to be as quiet as possible, bother the family as little as she could. But she also wanted to defend herself a little. Aurora nodded.

"I guess you've got a point, nena," she said.

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An hour and a half later, Gavi came back with some sweets he had picked at the 24h bakery, just to find his sister and his fake girlfriend cuddling and laughing over the stupid movie on the TV.

His chest fluttered.

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"Iván's friends picked up my book. They will publish me without stupid marketing deals," she announced one day Gavi went to her apartment straight from training.

"That's great!" Gavi picked Aroa up and spun her around.

"And they told me they didn't mind that I wanted to use a pseudonym, so no one would link my new books to you and this PR deal," she finished once her feet touched the ground.

Gavi knew what that meant for her.

"So whats left with your old publisher?" He asked.

"Once we break up, we're done." She said. "They just need to forward the royalties from the sales and that's it."

Gavi nodded quietly, catching his lower lip between his teeth.

"There is something I wanted to ask," he said then, changing his weight from one foot to the other. "What would happen if we never broke up?"

"Huh?"

"If instead of breaking up, we kept dating. Could your publishers say anything?"

"I don't think so, we never stipulated in paper..."

"Then let's stay dating." He blurted.

"What?"

"Be my girlfriend. My real girlfriend. Please." Gavi's hands cupped her neck. "I've thought about this too often since this started. Please—"

Aroa rised to her tip toes, and shut him up with a kiss. The first kiss that had nothing to do with the arrangement, and everything to do with them. The first of many.

❦ - i knew you were trouble

summary:: you and kenans relationship is falling apart but you can’t help but love him amongst it all.

warnings:: angst

writers note:: i lowkey planned on finishing this series ages ago but i need to include kenan so here we are! and also a joao fic coming too from this series nd then i need to clear my inbox ! xx thank uu all for being so patient w me 😭

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if you wanna be added!

The bass reverberated through the club, low and steady, like the pulse in her ears as she watched him from across the room. Kenan leaned back against the bar, head tilted, an easy smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

He didn’t see her yet, or maybe he did, and he was pretending not to. That would be his style, wouldn’t it? To play with the tension like it was his own personal game, the stakes as unimportant to him as a casual flick of his wrist.

She knew better now. Too late, but she knew.

The first time they met, he was magnetic in a way she couldn’t quite explain. He didn’t have to try to be charming; it was effortless. His voice, low and smooth, carried promises that made her breath hitch without her even realizing it. He’d been trouble from the start, but she hadn’t wanted to admit it. Not then. Not until the shine faded and the jagged edges of his confidence started to cut.

Tonight, she thought, she’d walked in knowing exactly what she was walking into. She’d come here to end it. To look him in the eye, tell him she was done, and mean it. Yet now, standing there with the echo of his laughter cutting through the crowd, she faltered.

He turned. His gaze landed on her like he’d been waiting for her all along, and her stomach sank. That smile, infuriatingly self assured, spread wider, as though he already knew she wouldn’t follow through. He pushed away from the bar and crossed the room without hesitation, his stride slow but deliberate, like a hunter cornering his prey.

‘You shouldn’t be here,’ she said when he stopped in front of her. Her voice wavered, betraying her resolve.

Kenan tilted his head, studying her in that way he had that made her feel like he could see every thought she was trying to hide. ‘Maybe you shouldn’t be either,’ he said, his tone light, teasing. But there was a weight in his eyes that told her he wasn’t joking, not really.

She hated that he could do this. That he could stand there, so calm, so casual, while her chest burned with a thousand unsaid words. She hated that no matter how much she prepared herself, he always unraveled her in seconds.

‘You don’t even care, do you?’ she said, her voice sharper now. Anger was easier than the ache clawing at her chest. ‘You do what you want, say what you want, and then act surprised when everything falls apart.’

His expression didn’t change, but she saw the flicker of something in his eyes; guilt, maybe, or regret. ‘You’re wrong,’ he said, quietly this time. ‘I care more than you think.’

She didn’t believe him. Not anymore. But the way he reached for her hand, the way his thumb brushed over her knuckles, made her wonder if maybe she wanted to.

Maybe that was the real trouble; she didn’t want to let him go.

And he knew it.

fuck racism .

I didn’t watch the Barca game last night nor log onto Twitter so I had no idea what went on apart from notifications on my phone about the results

I really don’t know how many times we are going to keep circling back to this racism conversation. Racism should have no place in football or in life ever. The way this continues to be so rampant amongst Spanish fans in this case is so disgusting and atp im convinced enough that the La Liga football associates encourage this shit because just how many times has this incident occurred

I hope you racist fucks have a horrible year !!

pls guys send him some love and encouragement in his comments if you can

and i will fuck you, like nothing matters; part three

pairing: gavi x ofc

summary: gavi wants coral to be his. she's scared of their fame.

taglist: @htpssgavi ; @joaosnovia

masterlist // series masterlist // I do not take requests

Gavi took a deep breath. He had faced guys twice as tall as him in World Cup matches, shot penalties and done post game interviews for the Cahmpions League, but he had never been as nervous as he was parking by Coral's apartment.

He ahd been coming so often that when he crossed paths with one of thr neighbours she just smiled and greeted him by his name, adding a small comment about how Coral had been playing guitar all day long, and how delightful her new song was.

Gavi shared that fondness, he wanted to listen to Coral's music for hours every day for the rest of his life. He took the stairs jumping two steps at a time, his usual impatience getting the best of him. By the front door of her apartment, the soft chords of a song Gavi had not heard yet could be heard.

He felt a little guilty, ringing and interrupting the music, but seeing Coral standing on the other side of hte door, an oversized Barça hoodie on, her hair mess and her lips pink from biting them, like she always did, when she was concentrating; made it all worthy.

Gavi almost fell to his knee and asked for her hand in marriage, but her suspected that such proposal would not be accepted before he fixed their current situation.

"Gavi! I'm so busy right now, I don't think it's the best time to fuck right now..."

Right, that.

Their relationship was based around sex, the friends with benefits label falling over them easily after his ugly break up with Sandra. With a shattered heart and ego, the internet creating demeaning memes at lightning speed and everything he thought to be true crumling around him, Gavi had found shelter between Coral's arms.

But that shelter was not enough, not when he needed to really be hers.

For a long time he had been the heartbroken boy fucking his anger away. Now he was a smitten man, ready to ask Coral to be his girlfriend.

"I didn't come for that," he explained. Her eyes fell to the bouquet of flowers he was holding.

"Oh."

"Yeah." he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Do you think I can come in?"

"Yeah."

Coral stepped aside so he could walk inside. The apartmwnt was a mess, the way it became when she was composing a new song.

That was what had her so busy.

"Coral..." he started, handing her the flowers. "I'm pretty sure you can already figure out where this is going..." he laughed nervously. "I like you, Coral. A lot. It think you could tell already."

"I had a small idea..." she was already smiling brightly, her cheeks pink. It gave him confidence on what he was about to ask.

"Would you be my girlfirend, please?"

Coral didn't reply. She threw her arms around Gavi's shoulders, and kissed him hard.

"I love you," she said ending the kiss, with his hands around her waist. "But I really need to finish this song before inspiration leaves."

Gavi smiled. If there was soemthing he knew, it was that big emotions triggered her creativity and she would be writing for hours.

But now he could watch her work, like the lovee sick puppy that he was.

What about the opposite of the short reader Gavi fic and instead one where reader is taller then him? Maybe she's teasing him by not letting him kiss her and then with this prompt "I'm your boyfriend and I demand that you kiss me"? Only if you want to though of course❤️

✮ Mujer Bonita - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x taller!fem!reader

sy: what the request says.

a/n: this was so great like as a tall girl myself we need a little more recognition so thank youuuu❣️(sorry if this is a lil short)

warnings: no!

heels or flats. boots or barefoot. did it matter?

one thing you found ridiculously adorable in your relationship with pablo, was the incredulous height difference between you two.

whenever you mention a height difference to your friends, family—anyone for that matter—they’re always quick to assume that he’s the taller one.

it’s a societal standard in any existing community, that a relationship only ‘works’ or ‘lasts’ if the guy has the superior height dominance, but you two had shattered that stereotype.

that’s what made it so special.

but, to your utter dismay, he couldn’t resist using it against you.

“pablo! are you ready yet?” you shout from the top of the stairs, adjusting the strap of your dress.

he mumbled something of a reply, the scuttles of his trainers squeaking against the polished laminate. you didn’t need to see if you could hear.

after thrashing some last minute essentials in your purse, you pursued down the stairs and find gavi infront of the mirror, in your hallway.

smoothing down his hair like usual, the unholy amount of fidgeting with the smallest strands of hair, that were barely visible to the human eye.

“i don’t think the fried baby hairs need styling pabs,” you walked over, resting a hand on his shoulder. “they’re too short to even stand up.”

he mutely mimicked the movement of your lips as you spoke, twisting and turning his head just as you always do.

“fried?” he paused mid motion, before his hazel eyes flickered up to meet your in the reflection. “that’s rich coming from someone who nearly cremated her hair trying to curl it last week.”

your jaw palpably dropped. “that was one time!”

“one too many,” he proudly smirked.

sassy for a man that merely reached 5’8.

“are you gonna continue using that attitude with me?” you playfully threaten him in which he steps back in mock fear, but you saw the mischievous glint in his eyes.

laughing under your breath, you turned toward the front door, but before you could reach it, you felt his hands grip at your waist.

pablo had pulled you back, his chin resting against your shoulder as he huffed dramatically.

“you’re doing it again,” he grumbled, skimming his hands along the matte material of your dress.

you bit back a smile. “doing what?”

“you know what,” his arms tightened around you. “everytime i try to kiss you, you act like i need a damn step stool.”

you chuckled, placing a hand over his. “it’s not my fault you’re short.”

“i’m not short,” he whined, pulling away just to step in front of you. “im actually, nationally, the average height.”

you snorted. “yeah for women.”

his mouth fell open slightly, as if offended, before he squinted at you. “you think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“i know so bebé,” you boasted, and gave him a small tap to his chest. “somebody has to have humour in this relationship.”

pablo narrowed his eyes, straightening his posture and licking his lips. “i’m your boyfriend, and i demand you kiss me.”

you pretended to think about it, biting your lip to suppress another laugh. “demand? where did you learn that word? from pedri?”

gavi huffed, exaggeratedly flinging his arms away from you like he was being physically repelled.

“dios mío,” he grumbled under his breath, tugging on his suit jacket as he was about to walk off. “i hate you.”

“hey,” you giggled, reaching for his wrist to pull him back. “i was just messing with you amor, don’t be so serious.”

the spaniard turned his head, followed by a roll of his eyes. “yeah yeah, i’ve heard that before.”

“ohh well if your going to be so dramatic about it,” you hummed, pulling him close to your body and resting your hands on the front of his shoulders.

but were you going to satisfy him so easily?

just to tease him one last time, you leaned down like you were finally caving in—only to pull away at the last second.

pablo groaned in frustration before finally taking matters into his own hands, gripping your face and pulling you down to meet his lips.

the height difference never mattered after all.

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the awkward night

credits to the owner!

summary: it's just an awkward first night with gavi

warnings: none

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: heeyyy can you do one where the reader is so shy person and one day she needs to sleep next to gavi but he sleeps always with only a boxer so she has nothing to accept the situation! thanksssss if you writed it 💖

a/n: oh my days, i hate that one 😭

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

requests are open!

masterlist

Relatively, you were an extremely shy person and had no experience in relationships. Your relationship with Gavi was your first and it was still quite new, you had only been together for three months and you had never once stayed at his place or he at yours for the night.

Today, however, he asked you to stay with him for the night, and you hesitantly agreed, not wanting to disappoint him with your strange behavior.

There was no hiding the fact that you were stressed. You were nervous and overthinking how the night would go. Sure, you had laid together before, but you had never slept next to each other, Gavi had accidentally fallen asleep on your lap after a tiring workout, but nothing more.

You were currently in the bathroom, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. You finally grabbed the doorknob and saw Pablo already lying in bed, waiting for you.

He gave you a smile and opened the duvet for you to join him, which you did very hesitantly. You noticed that the boy was sleeping in only boxers, which made you tense and blush.

You felt awkward, you didn't know how to behave in a new situation for you, and there was no way to avoid it.

Gavi didn't notice your discomfort and just pulled you closer to him, sighing loudly in pleasure. You lay still, as if paralyzed, you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort, even though he was your boyfriend and you shouldn't feel like that.

At some point, Gavi sensed some anxiety coming from you. He raised his head, looking at you questioningly.

"Is everything okay, honey?" he asked and you sighed. He was so cute and you were complicated.

“Yes, don't worry” you said, smiling slightly, but he didn't believe you.

“Tell me the truth” he said, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“No, that's stupid” you said flustered and he clucked, shaking his head.

"It can't be stupid if you're uncomfortable" he announced. "I-Is it me?" he asked uncertainly.

“No, it's just-” you started. "You sleep in boxers and I've never slept with a guy and it's kind of... awkward" you finally confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Oh” he opened his mouth, but smiled at you. "If you feel better then, I can put on shorts" he said.

You nodded slightly, and the boy stood up from the bed and complied with your request. He put on his shorts before climbing back into the bed with a smile, pulling you close to him again and you giggled.

“Tell me next time, I want you to feel safe with me” he whispered, looking into your eyes and you nodded.

"I just have to get used to it. It'll be better next time" you announced, and he smiled and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

After that you went to sleep, Gavi fell asleep before you and you could finally feel at peace.

And like you said, the next time was better. You started to be more open to the new situation, and Pablo started to pay more attention to you, especially taking care of your comfort. The awkwardness was forgotten, it was just you and him in your bubble where you found complete understanding.

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Angst PABLO GAVI PLEASE 🥺

i choose you

credits to the owner!

summary: gavi realized where he made a mistake

warnings: long, angst to comfort, cursing, slighty asshole gavi, and happy end ofc!!

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: hey can you do a pablo gavi fanfic where him and the reader are in relationship. and week later you found out that his girl best friend come visit and that's when things are starting to get strange between you and pablo. he always spent time with his best friend more than you. and prioritize her more than you. and that's when you broke down in tears infront of him and he felt very sorry and from now on he always on your side 24/7

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

a/n: i combined these two requests 😸

requests are open!

masterlist

It's been five months since you and Gavi have been in a relationship. Everything seemed perfect at first, his jokes that always made you laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you - it was like a dream come true. But now something had changed and you couldn't ignore it.

It all started when Pablo informed you that Laura, his best friend, was coming to visit. You heard a lot about her, how close they were, how she was there for him through everything. And at first you were happy for him. You knew how important she was to him, after all, they had known each other for years. But as soon as she showed up, everything started to go wrong between you and Pablo.

You quickly realized that Laura wasn't just any friend. She was someone Pablo considered more important than everyone, including you.

At first you didn't attach much importance to it. After all, Laura was just a friend and she was there long before you. But as the days passed, you couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Pablo's attention. He spent hours with Laura, talking, laughing, and making plans with her. At first you explained him away, telling yourself it was just a visit, that they hadn't seen each other in a while.

But when you tried to schedule a meeting with Gavi, he canceled at the last minute. "Sorry, I'm meeting Laura today," he said in a warm and apologetic voice.

You were really understanding, she was his best friend after all, but when he started pushing you aside over and over again because of her, it started to bother you.

He answered her calls in the middle of the night, not letting her wait. He wrote long text messages with her while you sat next to him. He went with her to various places, weekend meetings. He bought her little gifts to give her something to remember. She even sat in the front seat while you sat in the back and he pretended like you didn't even exist! Once he found time for you, whenever Laura wrote or called, he had to answer her immediately.

You were invisible.

It was exhausting you mentally.

You started comparing yourself to her. What does she have that you don't have? Maybe you're not enough or he just pretend? Maybe Pablo actually has feelings for her and not for you, but he is with you to pretend to be in front of her?

Such thoughts were killing you from the inside and you couldn't get rid of them. Many times you lay awake at night, unable to stop thinking. You shed tears over this boy, unable to find a reasonable explanation as to why he did this. It was so good between you two.

Still, Gavi would text you late at night, apologizing for not being able to see you, telling you how much he missed you, but whenever you saw him, his attention was always on her. It hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Once, Pablo even invited you to his place, but as soon as you entered, you saw Laura lounging on the couch. They both seemed deep in conversation, laughing as if they hadn't seen each other in years instead of just a few hours. You smiled weakly, but the smile quickly faded because Pablo didn't even look your way, didn't even acknowledge your presence, he was too busy giving her his full attention, and you couldn't shake the feeling that you were the third wheel of the cart in your own relationship.

You decided to leave them alone, slipping away unnoticed. Part of you wanted to stay, but the other part of you just couldn't bear to see Gavi ignore you again.

A few minutes later you found yourself back in your bed, trying to hold back the tears. Your lonely moment was interrupted by the sound of the phone.

pablito: amor, where are you? why didn't you come? :(

You stared at the phone screen in disbelief. If only he knew...

you: I don't feel well, I won't come.

You lied, although not completely, because you felt mentally at the end of your rope.

pablito: come to you to take care of you?;(

You sighed, groaning in frustration. Somewhere out there was your boyfriend, who was having a momentary blind spot, and you didn't know what to do about it.

you: no need, I'll just go to sleep :)

pablito: goodnight, princesa!! <3 may you feel better afterwards :D

You frowned. He gave up too quickly, he hadn't done that before, being the most stubborn man you've ever met. You turned off your phone and actually went to sleep, at least for a moment to turn off your brain that was making it difficult for you to fall asleep.

Gavi made time for you two days later, so you decided to confront him without beating around the bush.

"Pablo?" you asked and he just hummed to let you know he was listening to you while he continued to look at his phone, which annoyed you. "Is everything okay between us?" you finally asked the question that was bothering you.

He looked from his phone to you, frowning in confusion.

"Yes, why wouldn't things be okay between us?" he combed his hair, looking at you questioningly.

Was he serious? You sighed softly, blinking rapidly. Did you wonder if he really didn't see how much he hurt you over the last few days?

"It's just... You spend so much time with Laura that I feel like you've forgotten about me" you confessed what was on your heart.

You heard a snort.

“You're being dramatic” he blurted out, and your heart lurched.

"Am I being dramatic?" you asked in disbelief, you didn't recognize who your boyfriend was.

"Yeah, Laura's just my friend" he shrugged, still scrolling through his phone.

"A friend I shouldn't worry about?" you narrowed your eyes at him and he shot you a glare. "Am I your girlfriend or is she?" you added furiously.

"Can you stop making things up?" he snorted, and your heated exchange was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. “It's Laura, I have to answer” he said and then he left the room and you sat there in disbelief.

“You're fucking ridiculous, Gavira” you whispered to yourself, standing abruptly from the table.

You decided that you wouldn't spend the evening with your boyfriend because of his friend, so you furiously took your things and left his house without saying a word.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Three days had passed since the situation at Gavi's house, and you couldn't count how many tears you had shed because of your boyfriend. You were lucky that you lived alone and no one stood over you and asked you "what happened" questions.

You didn't know what was happening. Gavi cut back on texting you, not even bothering to text you after you left, just accepting the fact that you left his house without saying a word.

You felt very lonely when you were in a relationship. It shouldn't have been like this.

You still cared about him very much, he was your boyfriend. You loved him with all your heart. You understood that he was close to his friend, but this had gone too far. You felt like the second option, you always felt like that. You were never anyone's first choice and you should be used to it, but when you met Pablo you hoped that would change.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Your thoughts tormented you even more than before, you fell into a trance. You felt like crying all the time and you even wondered if Gavi had ever really loved you and if breaking up with him wouldn't be a better solution.

When you were lying in bed that evening, crying your eyes out again and wondering what was wrong with you, Pablo texted you, asking if you would come over to his place because he was bored.

Your blood boiled after reading this news. He only remembers me when he's bored?! you thought.

You quickly got ready before leaving and went to his house to make things clear. You were fed up with his behavior.

“Gavi, we need to talk” you said as soon as you entered. Anger was written all over your face.

He frowned at your furious tone.

"Sure, what do you want to talk about, honey? And I told you not to call me Gavi" he said, inviting you to join him on the couch.

You took a deep breath and then, glaring at him, said. “I think we should break up” you confessed, your voice breaking mid-sentence. Those words hurted more than you thought.

Pablo opened his eyes wide, looking at you with concern.

"Amor, why do you think that?" he asked, reaching out to grab yours, but you pulled away with tears in your eyes.

"Do you even love me, Pablo?" you asked, brushing off his question, and Gavi became more and more confused.

"Of course I love you, mi princesa. I love you with all my heart!" he said, feeling his chest sink from your words. "What do you mean you want to break up?" he asked with tears in his eyes.

"You better think about who your girlfriend really is, you know?" you said. "For the past two weeks, you've been pushing me away for Laura. You've made me feel alone in the relationship, like I'm the third wheel of the cart around you" you continued.

“I just feel like I'm losing you, Pablo” your voice was barely above a whisper, your heart was slowly falling apart. “I feel invisible… like I mean nothing to you anymore” a lone tear fell from your eye.

There was a moment of silence and Gavi's face fell, the tension between you could be felt from a mile away.

"I've been feeling like a shadow in my own relationship for two weeks now. You're so wrapped up in Laura... spending all your time with her, leaving me... well, completely alone" you confessed.

Gavi opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupt him, your voice full of emotion.

"I don't know when it happened, but I feel like one day I woke up and realized that you weren't the same anymore. You stopped giving me time. I was sitting in the backseat of the car, barely being a part of your life, while you laughed and joked with Laura as if I wasn't even there. I was always in the background" you continued your monologue.

Your throat tightens, your voice cracking as you try to swallow the huge lump in your throat. Gavi's face falls as he listens to your words, his eyes pained and regretful.

"I-I tried to understand, I really tried to convince myself that I was being irrational... but every time you left me for her, every time you made me feel like a third wheel of the cart, it was too much. S-so I started asking myself if d-do you love me at all and shouldn't you be with Laura and not with m-me?" you sobbed, you felt yourself falling apart and tears rolled down your cheeks.

Gavi's expression falters, he looks down, guilt streaming down his face, he felt like his heart was falling to pieces. He shook his head, his voice low and apologetic.

"I never intended to make you feel this way, I never intended to hurt you. I just... I guess I let myself get lost" he admitted.

"Lost? With Laura? Are you kidding me?" you huff, laughing, but it's empty, the hint of joy that was once in your voice gone. "She's your best friend, I know. But I'm your girlfriend, Gavi! We're supposed to be a team, not something that's an accessor!" you narrowed your eyes at him, nervous.

Gavi clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles white. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment, clearly struggling with his emotions.

"You're right... I was distant. But it's not about Laura, it's about me" he started and you looked at him curiously.

"I pushed you away because I didn't know how to reconcile you and her without anyone getting hurt, which I clearly failed at, I did it in the worst way" his voice was full of guilt. "I didn't want to admit it, but I was afraid. I was afraid of losing my friendship with Laura, but I was more afraid of losing you" he confessed.

You frowned, shaking your head, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion.

"Then why didn't you talk to me? Why did you let me feel like I was bothering you?" you huffed.

Gavi's eyes soften as he looks at you, the guilt in his gaze now so deep it almost chokes you. He moves closer to you, reaching for your hand again. You hesitate before letting him grab it.

"I was an idiot and I was selfish. I thought I could balance everything and I messed up terribly. I didn't realize I was making you feel small, like you didn't matter to me. It was the last thing I ever wanted. I'm really sorry, amor" he rubbed your knuckle gently, looking at you with teary eyes.

Your heart aches as you look at his face, which is a mixture of pain and regret. You sit in complete silence for a moment, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the void between you.

"That's why I don't know if I can keep doing this, Pablo. If I'm only going to be the second choice... I can't keep pretending that everything is fine when I feel so alone" you decide to break the silence, your voice much quieter than before.

Gavi's breath caught and his hand moved to your cheek, wiping away your tears, stroking it gently, looking at you with pleading eyes filled with fear.

"Please don't say that" he swallowed the large lump in his throat that continued to grow. "Please don't think that you are more important than her or anyone. You are everything to me. You always meant everything to me. I just... I got scared, I was lost and I didn't know how to fix it later, how to show you how much I care about you" he said in a desperate voice, tears also streaming down his cheeks.

Tears come to your eyes again and you blink rapidly to clear them away, your heart pounding in your chest like it's about to burst. You stare at your boyfriend's face with teary eyes, searching for the truth in his words. You've heard promises before in your life, but this feels different. He looks at you with such raw honesty that it almost breaks you.

"I would love to believe you, Pablo. But I need you to show it to me. I need you to make me feel like I'm not invisible to you" you looked down at the ground.

Gavi nodded, taking your every word to heart. His voice is thick with emotion, raw with the weight of his mistake.

"I'll show you, I swear. I'll prove to you every day that you're not invisible. That you're everything to me. You're my priority, amor" he whispered, caressing your cheek.

“Then show it to me” you looked at him again.

A long silence stretches between you. You slowly release a shaky breath, and for the first time in two weeks you feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe this was the beginning of something better, maybe all was not lost yet.

You looked at him in silence, still holding his hand, and for the first time in a long time you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you could get through this.

“I really have hope in you, Pablo” your voice continued to crack, you were a bundle of emotions.

Gavi smiled at you, his smile soft and relieved, his eyes glazed over with tears. For a moment you felt as if the world had stopped.

The silence between you was filled with a new kind of warmth, and a connection has formed between you. You finally feel the tension between you dissipate and the weight that has been resting in your chest for so long, dissapear. Gavi's hand tightens around yours, his thumb brushing against your skin in a way that feels like a promise.

Gavi looked at you with eyes full of determination to fight for you, the deep sincerity in them a silent reassurance. He leans closer, his voice soft but firm.

"I know I fucked up and I can't take back the past, but I'm going to fix it. I'll fight for us, baby. I want to show you every day how much you mean to me. You deserve it. I want you, not just now. I want you forever" he confessed.

You feel your heart flutter in your chest, your doubts slowly dissipating with each word he speaks. His eyes search yours as if trying to read your soul, and for the first time in so long, you could see in them the deep love he had for you that you had doubted. It's not just about what he says, but what he feels and what he shows, you finally felt it.

"Are you serious?" you asked uncertainly.

“I mean every word I say” he said firmly, looking into your beautiful eyes.

You sighed, your lips curving into a small but tender smile. It was the kind of smile that hadn't been on your face in a long time, one that seemed natural, carefree.

You leaned towards him, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Okay, Gavira... but you have to promise me something" you blurted out.

Gavi's eyes widen slightly, a mischievous glint appearing in them, and his usual mischievous smile returns to his face, feeling hope rising within him.

“Whatever you say, I will do everything” he confessed, pulling your hands to his rapidly beating heart.

"No more ignoring me for Laura. No more leaving me in the backseat. If I'm your girlfriend, I want to feel like your girlfriend, not her!" you said sternly, frowning slightly.

Gavi's face lights up with a gentle laugh and his hand gently cups your face, wiping the remnants of tears from your heated cheeks.

"Deal. I'll make sure you always sit in the front seat. You're the one I want to have with me, always" he kissed your nose lightly, a little hesitantly, but you could feel some kind of reassurance in it.

Your heart sped up as you felt the sincerity radiating from his words, the weight of his promise wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You sit across from each other on the couch in his living room for a while longer, just enjoying the peaceful silence, the tension completely gone.

Then Gavi, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, suddenly leans down and plants a quick kiss on your forehead, making you laugh a little.

"I'm going to spoil you a lot from now on, okay? You're not going to run away from dates and flowers and all the cheesy things that I know you secretly love" he said, pulling you closer to him, and you didn't resist this time.

You were happy to have your boyfriend back.

At least you hoped so.

You just giggle and playfully roll your eyes.

"It's so cheesy, isn't it?" you laughed lightly.

"Okay, okay... maybe not cheesy, but I'm definitely going to pay you a lot more attention. I owe you that and more" he looked at you with the look of a kicked puppy.

Your confession really hit him hard. It was never his plan to make you feel this way. He always wanted to protect you from things like this, but he ended up being the one who hurt you. It wasn't supposed to be this way.

You smile, feeling warmth spread across your chest. It was the feeling of being loved, truly seen, that you missed so much. You finally feel like your Gavi is back, the one who makes you laugh out loud, the one who knows you better than anyone else.

"Fine, I'll take it... just don't make it too cheesy, okay?" you asked.

"Oh, you'll survive, honey" he chuckled, kissing you briefly on the temple.

You both laugh quietly, that kind of easy, natural laugh that fills the air with lightness. The awkwardness was long gone, replaced by a feeling of comfort and confidence. Gavi wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer to him. You look at each other with touched eyes, wanting to convey to each other in a non-verbal way what strong feelings you have for each other.

"You know, I was really afraid of losing you. I thought maybe I was just not enough for you" you added.

Gavi's smile softens, his fingers gently tracing circles on your arm.

"You're more than enough, amor. You're everything I ever wanted and needed. I'm so sorry for making you feel different" he rested his forehead against yours, the guilt still lingering within him.

You look into his eyes, your heart filling with love. You lean into him even more, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic beating of your heart. The world seems perfect right now, as if all the confusion and loneliness were just temporary clouds passing through your relationship.

“Thank you, Pablo” you whispered, opening your eyes to look into his large brown ones, which were looking at you with great tenderness.

"You don't have to thank me. Just let me make it up to you every day. I won't ever again and I don't want to disrespect you" he squeezed your hands tightly, signaling that he was here.

You sit there for a while, your hands intertwined, your hearts synchronized in a rhythm of love and understanding. For the first time in ages, you feel completely at peace.

"Are you sure you're not going to push me away again?" you ask to make sure.

Gavi's answer is simple and obvious, but it's the most important thing he's ever said.

"I promise. I choose you" he confessed, his voice radiating sincerity. "I love you so much, mi vida" he whisper.

"I love you too, Pablito" you smiled at him and he kissed your nose again.

The storm inside your head has calmed down and the world outside has faded away. All that mattered right now was you – together, strong and ready for whatever came next.

Pablo cupped your cheek after a moment, connecting your lips in a kiss that was like a promise. It was filled with every emotion you felt today, from longing, to regret and guilt, to the love that filled you.

When you pulled away, you hugged him tightly, sighing loudly. For the first time in two weeks, you smile fully against his chest, feeling his arms hug your figure tightly and his lips kiss the top of your head. Your heart finally feels lighter. You knew things would get better from now on. You trusted Gavi and knew he would do anything to fix the situation between you.

The next days were decisive. Pablo made sure that his words would be proven by his actions. He canceled all plans with Laura to spend time with you, checked on you when you needed him, and always made sure you knew how important you were to him.

He planned special dates, stayed up late talking to you, wanted to make sure you felt secure in your relationship again.

And slowly everything started to heal. As doubts crept into your mind again, you didn't have to wait long for reassurance. He was always there for you, showing you every day that his heart belonged to you. And for the first time in days, you felt calm.

One evening, as you sat together on the couch, with his arm around you, he turned to you with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry again, amor, that it took me so long to see how much I hurt you. I didn't deserve you, but know that from now on, I'm always on your side. You're everything to me" he confessed, looking at you tenderly.

And this time you didn't need any more words. You kissed him, feeling the weight of all your worries lift as you finally knew that Pablo had chosen you.

The shadow of doubt that had been hanging over you finally disappeared, replaced by the security of knowing that Pablo was truly there for you, every step of the way.

He made sure every day that he showed you that you were the most important thing to him. His actions spoke louder than any apology and you knew that even though he had made a mistake, he was committed to making things right.

No more guesswork, no more heartache. Just you two, together, stronger than ever.

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Hi could you write something with jealous reader with Toni Fernandez?

❦ - yo no soy celosa.

warnings:: none

writers notes:: idk what to say bc the thing is, i write these fics in my notes app and then i format them into this app at once so i dont have a lot to say

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli @nngkay

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you didn’t mean to be jealous.

really, you didn’t.

but it’s hard not to notice the way she touches his arm when she laughs.
how she leans in a little too close.
how toni doesn’t exactly pull away.

you’re not even with him, not officially. just… something in between.

stolen glances. shared playlists. late night calls that end in sleepy “you still there?”s.

but no labels. no promises.

just enough to hurt when it starts to feel like he’s looking at someone else the way he used to look at you.

you don’t say anything at first.

you smile through it. laugh when he mentions her.
pretend like it doesn’t bother you that she’s always around now.

but it builds.

little by little.

until it’s too much to swallow.

it happens after training. you’re sitting on the edge of the pitch, lacing your shoes, trying to avoid looking at them.

she’s there again. tossing toni a water bottle. brushing her hand over his.

he doesn’t flinch.

and you break.

‘you like her or something?’

he blinks, surprised. ‘what?’

you stand, brushing the dirt off your shorts.

‘just wondering if i should stop wasting my time.’

his brow furrows. ‘wasting your time?’

you scoff, suddenly hating how your voice shakes.

‘you look at her like she’s the only girl in the room. and maybe she is to you. but don’t… don’t act like i haven’t been here too.’

there’s silence.

long. sharp.

then toni steps toward you, slow and sure.

‘you think i like her?’

you shrug, arms crossed, trying not to feel so much.

he laughs. not mockingly. just soft. stunned.

‘you’re insane,’ he says quietly. ‘it’s always been you.’

you blink.

‘then why do you let her—’

‘i don’t even see her like that. i only see you.’

his voice is steady now.

he steps closer. closer.

‘you’re jealous,’ he says, and it’s not a question.

you roll your eyes. ‘no, i’m not.’

he smiles, small, crooked. smug.

‘you are. and it’s kinda cute.’

you shove him lightly. ‘shut up.’

he catches your wrist. gentle. sure.

‘don’t ever think i’d want anyone else. you’re the only one that gets to make me nervous.’

and just like that

the ache eases.

just a little.

joao felix getting w neymars ex is the weirdest link up ever?? bro i’d never expect joao to b w sm1 that neymar got with in 2014.. as long as he’s happy!! gabriella lenzi, you better not be the new magui