Hii, Can You Maybe Do A Gavi Headcannon Him As A Boyfriends Pls?, Love Your Work Btw!!

hii, can you maybe do a gavi headcannon him as a boyfriends pls?, love your work btw!!

BOYFRIEND MATERIAL - Pablo Gavi

When Gavi is in love, he becomes the sweetest person in the world;

How you feel about him and your general well-being is very important to him. He is happy when you are happy and sad when he sees sadness on your face;

He is very caring, so he will try to heal all your wounds;

He loves to spend time with you!!! He will probably want to spend every free moment with you. He may also invite you to some trainings to see them [he usually shows off then]. The very fact that you are close to each other means a lot to him;

Your dates usually take place at the home of one of you. Gavi is young and all his female fans are crazy about him, so he guesses what they might do if they found out he has a girlfriend. He tries to protect you from the public at all costs;

That's why - probably, if the paparazzi find out about you by accident, he will apologize to you and won't want to forgive himself;

He will immediately follow this up with a request to fans not to interfere in his private life;

If you get any kind of hate on your Instagram, he will reply to it from his account:

He has a picture of you together by his bed. It's framed and stands on his bedside table. It's a photo from Gavi's family party, where you're standing by the photo wall and there are cowboy hats on your heads;

He loves to take pictures with you! Especially in photo booths. If he sees one, he will beg you to enter it until you agree;

Later, he collects the photos from the photobooth in his special box;

Whenever you are away from each other, he sends you an update of what he is doing. He tells you about what he saw, what fascinated him and what upset him. He also often sends you pictures - of himself or his surroundings;

Pablo's love language is small charming gestures, like walking you to the door to make sure you get home safely, or tying your shoelaces if any come untied

Gavi loves to give you little gifts. He's a big fan of giving mascots, so be ready to have lots of them;

He will expect you to show up at his game. Or that you will watch it on TV. In doing so, he will always say that the thought of you cheering for him brings him happiness;

For Pablo, it is important that you wear his clothes. He loves to give you his sweatshirts and T-shirts because he says it marks you as his;

He will wear your bra strap or your hair elastic on his wrist because it reminds him of you;

In addition to photobooths, Pablo also loves to take pictures with his phone. He has a whole gallery in your photos together;

He has your photo of you together set up on the lock screen;

Your opinion is very important to him, so he will ask you anything related to him - from easy things like "should I buy these pants?" to more difficult ones like "what should I do in this situation?"

He often tells you that he loves you and tries to show you how much you mean to him;

He will want to actively participate in the interests you have! Therefore, you can show him anything, he will gladly learn everything for you;

He would also want you to get involved in his passions as well, and if you do, he will be overjoyed;

Most likely, if you told him you like a specific food, he would buy it for the next few weeks;

He always includes you in his vacation plans;

In fact, he includes you in all his plans;

He will send you songs that he associates with you or those whose lyrics show how he feels about you;

Receive phone calls from him. He is literally a drama queen and always starts suspecting the worst - like, you had an accident;

When he's away, be prepared to talk on the phone for hours on end;

He literally can't stand it when you are far away from each other;

But this is not surprising, because he loves you with all his heart

number 30 ~ pablo gavi

pt. 2

summary: love at first sight.

“y/n, ¡rápido! ya casi están aquí.” (quick! they’re nearly here) y/n’s little sister calls out to her from across their living room. today was the champions parade, celebratory for barcelonas 27th title, and y/n along with her sister could not be any more excited.

luckily for them, they didn’t have to stand on the streets, being pushed around by several impatient yet extremely happy fans, having teenagers screaming in their ear every second. they were able to watch it from the safety of their balcony, overlooking the whole street and getting the best view of all the players on the bus.

as y/n neared the balcony, she could already hear the loud screams and cheers of the many other fans. she walked out to see her sister waving the flag around with a gigantic smile on her face. she was dressed in the blaugrana jersey, her hair clipped up to reveal her favourite player’s number at the back.

y/n chuckled at her screams, undoubtedly being heard at the end of the street as she held her phone in her other hand, ready to film the whole experience.

as the bus came into view, y/n’s eyes widened. she heard the screams of the people below her get louder the more the bus came into the street. she could clearly see all the players, each and every one with a smile on their face and their arms in the air as they happily celebrated their win with the rest of the city.

gavi had just finished taking a picture on a fans phone, that was thrown up to him, when he looked up to fix the scarf around his head. his eyes landed on two girls on a balcony not so far from them, one of them screaming her head off as she waved a flag around as the other calmy stood with a grin on her face and her hands clapping in the air.

gavi felt the breath almost knock out of his lungs, and not from the fact that ansu had just accidentally bumped into him. she was so beautiful. so breathtaking. his eyes landed on the blaugrana jersey adorning her body and he immediately wondered which number displayed at the back of it. was it his number? was he her favourite player?

his dancing arms slowly made a stop and his eyes did not leave her. he felt as though he physically could not look away. her hair looked so soft, her smile so contagious he felt himself smiling just at the sight of her.

y/n was watching as ansu and pedri danced with eachother when she felt her sister shaking her arm.

“¿qué?” (what?)

“¡gavi está mirando hacia aquí!” (gavi is looking over here!)

immediately her eyes went to the player she noticed first. he was still in the same place he stood jumping moments before, only now he stood still as his eyes focused on hers.

she could feel her heart thumping against her chest, the realisation kicking in that the pablo gavi was staring right at her right now. she waved at him with a shy smile on her face, watching as he mirrored her action and expression before pointing to his back.

“¿qué número?” (what number?) he mouthed to her.

with her heart beating in her ears, she turned around, moving her hair to the side, allowing him to see the big number 30 plastered on her back.

as she turned around, she saw him give her a thumbs up, cheering at the fact that it was his number on her back.

she could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. her eyes followed the bus as it moved further down the street, the butterflies in her stomach slowly starting to dissipate as her eyes held the gaze of pablo gavi for a few more seconds before she couldn’t see him anymore.

gavi could feel his own heartbeat in his ears, banging against his ear drums along with the loud cheers of the fans and the slight sway as the bus moved down the street. he couldn’t deny the blush that came onto his cheeks when he saw the number 30 on her back. he was her favourite player.

his mind ran back to her smile. how proud and excited she looked. how content she looked as she gazed at the flags being waved down below before looking up at the bus.

he looked back, trying to catch another glimpse of her but to no avail. the bus had already moved further down the road and he could no longer see her balcony.

he tried blinking away the intruding thoughts of the girl, shaking his head as he tried to focus back on the celebration at hand.

one thing never left his mind though. her name.

her name plastered just above his number, in the usual bright yellow font.

he didn’t know who she was but atleast he knew her name. y/n. such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.

haircut ~ pablo gavi

summary: gavi gets a surprise new haircut.

for @zowanew and her obsession with buzzcuts and gavi 🤭🥰

"me, personally, i like it." y/n stated whilst her hands ran over her boyfriends freshly shaven hair, still slightly in shock at the new look. he looked extremely handsome, she had to admit. more manly, more confident. it was a small joke that the two had pulled just last week, but she had never expected him to actually cut his hair.

"remember that picture your mother was showing us last week when we were at her house?" y/n asked pablo as the two lounged on the couch.

pablos lips tipped up and a hint of a grimace lurked on his expression. "the one where i barely have any hair and look disgustingly sweaty?"

a loud laugh escaped her lips at his remark and pablo smiled in return too, loving the sound of her gorgeous laugh he emitted from her. "you had hair! it was just so short and you looked adorable, not disgusting."

"i did, she took it after a game!"

"stop it pablo, you were small, you looked so precious, amor." she chuckled and pablo scoffed, throwing his head back on the couch.

"did you really like it that much?" he asked, his arm encircling her body and pulling her closer to himself. y/n cuddled up to her boyfriend as her legs came to rest on his lap, his hoodie that she wore made her feel even more warm and comfortable.

"yes, i liked it. it was cute, querido." she gave him a little smile. pablos brown eyes roamed his girls face, running over her features that he loved so much. he leaned forward, wanting to steal a kiss from her to which she returned with the same amount of love.

"okay, i'll keep that in mind." he murmured, moving his lips from her mouth to her cheek, pressing another kiss there.

"what do you mean by that?"

"so this is what you meant by that." y/n started laughing as she instantly remembered the little interaction they both had last week regarding his hair.

pablo couldn't stop smiling, couldn't stop the small giggles coming from him as he kept staring at his girlfriends baffled expression. the way she had dropped everything she was doing when he walked in without his fluffly hair made him laugh, and he liked the fact that she wasn't too bothered by it.

"you said you liked the short hair." his hand came to rest on her leg that was thrown over his lap.

"yes, but i didn't think you'd actually cut it all off!" y/n chuckled. her hands couldn't stop running over the gruffness of his hair. she couldn't deny he looked good with and without his fluffy hair - he looked good all the time though.

"well it's too late." he smiled, eyes pausing on her expression mirroring his own.

"i love it even more than that photo." she reached forward and placed a kiss to his cheek, pecking the soft skin a few times whilst trying to hold her grin in.

y/n showered him in all her love, wanting him to know that she didn't care about his looks but rather about how much she loved him. she wanted him to disregard any feelings of self-consciousness that grew within him even the slightest bit. she knew he had a habit of doing that.

"you look so handsome, mi amor. i love it and i love you."

j.b.b_ is typing....

18+

Bucky Barnes is the pig that broke your best friend's heart. So why haven't you blocked him yet?

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x Reader, fucking when they really shouldn't, arrogant asshole!bucky, flirting, mature themes, smut (penetrative sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, creampie).

"What a prick!" Lila yells as the four of you burst into the apartment, drunk and exhausted.

"He's such a bastard," Jaya seethes, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Yeah," You chime in, sitting next to Lila on the couch. "Bucky is a pig who's only interested in sex. You deserve so much better."

"I could've punched him because of the shit he was saying," Christiana grumbles bitterly, sitting on the couch opposite you. "He was saying that he bets Lila already has a line of guys waiting for her; basically implying that she was the disloyal one."

"He's honestly the worst," Jaya mutters with a huff.

"He's so annoying," You complain with an eye-roll, rubbing Lila's back comfortingly.

"And," Christiana begins, leaning forward. "He was all, 'Y/N looks hot'- like, what?"

That takes you aback. While the girls complain, you sit in shock. Bucky Barnes thinks you're hot? Little old you?

"What a creep! You're literally one of my best friends," Lila yells, red-faced. "He has no shame."

"He is such a scumbag," Jaya adds with clenched fists. "Did he not think Christi would tell us he said that?"

Coming to your senses, you clear your throat and nod. "Yeah, what a- he's such a prick."

Soon after that, the four of you head to bed. Jaya and Christiana live further away from campus, so they're sleeping over.

Christiana is out like a light the second her head hits the pillow, but you're still a little buzzed so you go on your phone to see an interesting notification.

j.b.b_ has added you as a friend!

Fuck. You recognize his username from when Lila was dating him. Oh, fuck.

It's as though your fingers have a mind of their own. In seconds, you've added him back.

j.b.b_ is typing...

You're absolutely fucked.

You open his message 27 seconds after he sends it, because the rules of texting don't apply at 5am.

j.b.b_

hey zombie cheerleader.

He's referring to your costume from earlier tonight. It makes you feel a little special that he remembers you. Why are you so pathetic?

you

hey indiana jones.

j.b.b_

you get home okay?

you

yeah. our uber driver gave us candy

j.b.b_

did you eat it?

you

ofc not

i don't accept candy from strangers

j.b.b_

i got some candy if you want it.

you

i don't accept candy from strangers

j.b.b_

i'm hardly a stranger

anyway, quick question

you

shoot

j.b.b_

do u remember dancing with me tonight?

well, more like dancing on me

you

huh?

no definitely not

j.b.b_

you sure?

when WAP was playing

you

fuck off

that was you ?? i didn't even realize

why did i dance with you

j.b.b_

lucky you.

you're a great fucking dancer, btw. the things you do with those hips? damn.

you

u do know i'm lilas roommate right?

j.b.b_

who's lila?

you

you're literally the worst human being alive.

j.b.b_

you live in the Ross building right?

you

yeah why

j.b.b_

u know where the common room is?

you

ground floor or 15th floor one

j.b.b_

15th

you

what about it

j.b.b_

come here.

you

uhhhhhhmmmmmm what

j.b.b_

i'm lonely. :(

you

go to your apartment aren't the guys there

j.b.b_

they have a bunch of girls over

you

isn't that what u want?

j.b.b_

nah, i want you.

Your stomach is doing flips. You glance back at Christiana to make sure she's still asleep before turning back to your phone.

you

you're an arrogant prick

j.b.b_

because I always get what I want.

you

You're disappointed when he leaves you on read, but a part of you is relieved. Who knows the drama you'd cause if you actually went to hang out with Lila's fucking ex at 5am?

oh yeah? well then, come and get it

Just as you're about to fall asleep, there's a knock at the front door. You immediately shoot up and race out of your room, hoping that the other girls are too deep into their sedated sleep to have heard it.

When you open it, you throw up your hands. "What the fuck, Bucky?"

"Nice pyjamas," He says with a smirk, leaning against the door as he looks you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him in an angry whisper.

"You told me to come get what I want," Bucky replies casually, kicking the door shut before slowly stepping further into your apartment and placing one of his hands on your hips. He pulls you into him and lowers his lips to your ear. "Gotcha."

You push him away with a huff. "You shouldn't be here. You need to leave."

He grabs you again, backing you up until your butt hits the back of the couch. "Don't worry, baby," He whispers softly, stroking your exposed sides. "I know exactly what you want."

Before you can respond, he spins you around and bends you over the couch. You gasp as his mouth comes to your ear, his crotch pressing against your ass.

"You were dancing like such a slut on me earlier," He grumbles, grinding against you. "You can pretend like you didn't know it was me all you want, but we know the truth."

The memory is clear as day. Honestly, there was a small part of you that thought it was Bucky you were whining your ass on. You had made eye contact with Sam and Steve, greeted them briefly, then turned around to dance with your back to them, expecting one of them to get the hint and start dancing with you. When you felt two hands on your hips, you didn't question it at all, ignoring the way you clearly felt Bucky's cold metal ring against your stomach. The boys didn't comment, knowing that Bucky's a dog who gets what he wants, no matter what or who it is.

"You got me so fucking hard earlier, and there was nothing I could do about it," Bucky utters into your ear, slowly rubbing his boner against your ass. "And now, I'm gonna make you cream all over my cock, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Bucky," You whisper, your voice breaking. "We can't."

"Shh, baby, you just gotta be quiet," He tells you soothingly, pulling down your cotton shorts. "Be a good girl and don't make a single sound. Got it?"

"Mhm," You reply weakly, knowing there's no amount of will-power in the world that can stop you from going through with this.

"Oh, fuck," He groans lowly as he pulls out his cock and pushes your loose shorts to the side, giving him access to your throbbing pussy. "Such a pretty cunt."

"Please, Buck," You whimper. "Please, make me cum."

He chuckles darkly, leaning over you and bringing his lips to your ear. "That's a good girl. Beg me, baby. I know you want it."

"Please, fuck me," You whine desperately, wiggling your hips with frustration. "Need you so bad."

"Oh, sweetheart, of course," He says with a tone of condescension, right before he begins to inch his swollen cock into you. "Shit. So fucking tight, so fucking good for me."

He fucks you without any softness, slamming into you over and over again. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts faster, groaning your name.

"Such a fucking slut," Bucky growls, pulling on your hair as he smirks devilishly. "No regard for her feelings, huh?"

This is so wrong. You're fucking one of your best friend's exes while she sleeps mere feet away. You're such a slut.

You turn your head back, half-dazed by how good he's fucking you. "I don't care," You mumble lazily.

"That's my girl," He replies with a laugh, spanking your ass. "All you care about is taking my cum. Ain't that right, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," You cry out just as the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix, making you convulse.

"My good little cumslut," Bucky groans as your pussy tightens around his shaft. "Fuck, gonna let me use you whenever I want?"

"Whenever you want, Sir," You vow, your mind blank as utter pleasure drowns you.

"That's right, whenever I fucking want," He repeats, thrusting harder. "You're gonna be my good little toy. M'gonna fill you up with my cum whenever the damn mood strikes me, and you're gonna take every last drop like the dirty fuckdoll you are."

Your eyes roll back and your cunt clenches at his words. He makes you feel diabolical, but in the most delicious way.

"I can feel it, cumslut, I can feel you getting close," Bucky moans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. Your body shakes in his arms but he holds you in place, grunting into your ear.

"I'm gonna cum," You sing, your legs going numb.

"Then do it, baby," He whispers. "Cum all over my cock. Show me what a slut you really are."

With his demand, you let go and the feeling overwhelms you. You're hit with wave upon wave of delight as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his own build up.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He growls lowly. "Ready for it?"

"Please!" You all but squeal, causing his hand to clamp over your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," He warns you. "Don't want your friends to hear you and find out what a dirty whore you are, do you?"

"No, Sir," You say, your words muffled against his palm.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, choking you slightly to keep your loud moans down as he shudders. Within seconds, his hot cum shoots into you. He lets out a string of your name sewn in with some curses, his hips snapping against yours lazily as he rides out his high.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," He groans, falling against you weakly. "So good for me, baby, so fucking good."

You both take a few minutes to collect yourselves, before he pulls away and pulls up his pants. The sound of his belt buckle brings you to the present and you shoot up, eyes wide and legs numb.

"You okay?" He asks you between breaths, looking you up and down with a tinge of mischief in his eyes.

"Good," You reply, readjusting your shorts. "You?"

Bucky nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, good."

A slight silence falls between you as you glance back at Lila's bedroom, wondering how the fuck you managed to pull that off without waking anyone up.

"You're fucking incredible," Bucky says, walking closer to you and resting his hand on your ass. "How could you let me settle for her, huh?"

"You know, I was hoping you'd still be in your costume," He admits with a smirk. "Didn't get rid of it, did you?"

In an attempt to hide your pride at his words, you shrug nonchalantly. "I've been here the whole time. It's not my fault you didn't see me."

He tilts his head to the side. "Sam wanted to dance with you tonight. I almost let him."

"Let him?" You repeat incredulously. He says that as though he has some sort of claim to your body.

"But then I saw the way you were dancing," Bucky goes on to say with a smirk. "And I knew there was no way I was letting that fucker anywhere near you."

"You've seen me dance before," You mumble.

"Not like that," He argues, lowering his voice. "We were practically dry humping."

"Only 'cause Lila and the others went out," You tell him. "This isn't happening again, Buck. We've had our fun."

"Nope," You tell him, leaning back against the couch. "It's on my bedroom floor."

With a smirk, Bucky squeezes your ass. "Come tomorrow, it'll be on mine."

"Oh, yeah?" You ask with a raised brow.

"Mhm," He confirms, leaning closer to give you a kiss. "I'll message you tomorrow. Don't make me wait too long."

Bucky shoots you a wink, patting your ass a couple of times with that arrogant look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby."

"And what part of 'this isn't happening again' did you not understand?" You question him with narrow eyes, trying to ignore the way his kiss is still lingering on your lips.

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santi having a little crush on a girl at school & asking pedri for advice and he tells her what he did to get y/n 🫶🏼

my advice to you.. ~ pedri

summary: santiago has a little crush so pedri gives him some advice.

when pedri drove y/n over to santiago’s school to pick him up one day, the flustered little look on the boys face didn’t go unnoticed by pedri. whilst y/n was on her phone, he had seen the little interaction santiago had with the another girl by the school entrance.

he watched, smirking slightly, as santiago and the little girl smiled at eachother as a way to bid eachother goodbye before he started walking towards pedri’s car.

obviously, since y/n was sat right next to him, he chose not to say anything, not wanting to embarrass santiago infront of his sister. he decided he’ll ask him when y/n is out of the car for a few minutes, which is why he started driving towards one of her favourite take out places.

y/n smiled at santi and started asking him about how his day was, what he did in his lessons, what he did at lunch, and his answer was clearly expected: played football.

“of course you did.” y/n laughed, turning forward again.

“did you win?” pedri sneakily asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror. santi immediately started cheering, spitting out profanities of “ofcourse we did!” “there was only 3 of us against 4!” “the other guys were too slow.”

y/n and pedri listened as they always did, chuckling here and there as santiago started another one of his little anecdotes about something that happened at school.

after a few minutes of silence, y/n noticed the different route they were taking home. she looked at pedri confused, “adónde vamos?” (where are we going?)

“i thought that since it’s a friday, we could all have some take out together.” pedri replied. he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling them onto his lap.

he started to rub his thumb against hers gently, knowing she wouldn’t agree but still attempting to endear her in some way. y/n was about to protest against it before pedri brought their joined hands up to his lips to kiss her soft skin.

whatever words she had in her mouth died down as she watched his affection, knowing he had won.

“fine, okay.” she sighed, relaxing in her seat and tightening her hand in his.

they pulled up to the store in no time, but the long line at the drive-thru did not go unnoticed by both of them. pedri groaned, even though he knew he wouldn’t go to the drive-thru anyway, and started pulling into one of the free parking spaces.

he turned the car off and turned to his girlfriend. his lips were pulled into a little pout and his eyes intently stared at her, and y/n knew that look all too well.

“you know our orders, bebé.”

y/n looked at him with raised brows, her look one of seriousness. she stared at him for a few seconds longer before she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“fine, i’ll go in. stay here, i’ll be quick.”

“thank you, y/n!!” santi cheered from the back and y/n sent him a little playful shake of her head.

she grabbed her bag and opened the door before pedri stopped her. “wait, here. take my card.”

“no, pepi, it’s okay. it’s on me.”

“no, no, por favor. take it. on me.” he insisted, passing her his card.

“bebé-”

“don’t ‘bebé’ me. take it, y/n.” she sighed and shook her head with a chuckle. she took the card and closed the door not before giving him a little look as if to say ‘you didn’t have to’. pedri just shrugged his shoulder and blew her a kiss.

when he saw that she walked off, he instantly turned around in his seat to face the kid in the back.

“santi.”

“sí, pedri?”

“we need to talk.”

“about?” he shot the older boy a confused look.

“about you and that girl.”

“qué?”

“the girl you were talking to outside the gate, just now.” he watched as santiago’s reaction turned to one of realisation and he instantly smiled.

“oh, her name is maría.”

“that’s a pretty name.” santi nodded in agreement.

“is she your friend?” santi nodded again.

“what’s she like?”

“she’s so nice! she even shared some of her food with me at lunchtime and she even wanted to watch me play football!” pedri watched the happy look on santis face when talking about this new friend of his and he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“do you like her?”

“sííí! she’s very nice and pretty as well.” the ten year old smiled.

“do you have a little crush on her?” pedri asked cheekily. he had a big smile on his face, trying to test the waters of what his answer would be.

“no..” santi looked away and pedri started laughing out loud at his little blushed expression.

“ay, santi. it’s okay if you do. no need to be embarrassed.” the boy looked at pedri again and he sighed a little.

“pedri you can’t tell y/n!!”

“i won’t! i won’t, i promise.”

“okay.. maybe i have a little crush on her.” he said lowly.

“lo siento, no escuché lo que dijiste..” (sorry, i didn’t hear what you said..) pedri teased him.

“¡pedri! no me hagas repetirlo.” (pedri! don’t make me repeat it!) he hid his blushing face in his hands.

“no no, okay. lo siento.” he tried to hold in his laugh as he reached forward to pull his hands away from his face.

“no need to be embarrassed! i had a crush on your sister once too.”

“you don’t have a crush on y/n anymore?” santiago asked, brows furrowed in confusion and instant worry.

“no, because now she is my girlfriend.”

“but you don’t like her anymore? that’s what a crush is, isn’t it, pedri?” santiago looked even more confused and pedri just thought of how innocent this little boy really is.

he warmly smiled at him, “y/n will be my forever crush because i love her. i will always like her but i love her too. sigues confundido, santi?” (are you still confused?)

“comprendo.” (i understand.)

pedri nodded, “i had a crush on her when i saw her at one of my matches. i thought she was so beautiful and i really wanted to talk to her. so i went up to her at the end of the match and asked for her name and her number and then we started talking.”

santi listened along carefully. “i remember when you came to my house for the first time, pedri!”

the older boy laughed. “sí, i remember it too. you cried so much we all got worried!” santiago laughed in response.

“y/n looks so happy when she is with you.”

“sí, bueno, i am always happy with her too. it’s because she loves me and i love her. we both had crushes on eachother and then when we started talking, we wanted to not have crushes and to make it into an actual relationship.”

“that was so long ago!”

“jajaja, sí, fue hace casi dos años.” (yes, it was almost two years ago.)

“what should i say to maría?”

“you are still very young, santi, but i think you should make a very nice friendship with maría. as you grow older, you will start to realise more about your feelings.” he raised his brows at him, and santi nodded.

“but for now, be a good little gentleman! be nice to her, stick up for her, be a good friend to her. she will start to like you too.”

“really?”

“sí, build a good friendship with her just like me and y/n. she is my girlfriend but she is also my bestfriend. whenever i want to talk or i need some support, i go to my bestfriend.”

“will you be her husband too, pedri?” santiago asked with a little smile on his face and pedri immediately started blushing a little.

“just between me and you, santi, i hope i am her husband one day.” he laughed.

“me too!! you will be my actual big brother!”

“one day. now, let’s quiet down because i see your sister coming.” he gestured him to be quiet with a finger to his lips and santi mirrored his actions with a giggle.

just then, y/n opened the door and got in with two bags full of food. santiago cheered to himself as she placed the bags on the seat next to him in the back.

“here’s your card.” she handed pedri his card back and he looked at her as if asking her if she used it.

“nope, i told you it’s on me.”

“y/n..”

“shhh.” she cupped his cheek, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his other cheek. she kissed him briefly before leaning back, “i’m starving, let’s go home.”

hi babe, it’s my 18th birthday and i was wondering if u could write one for me.. where reader wakes up with gavi and it’s just altogether a beautiful, special morning

i love your writing, thanks a lot✨🫶🏼🩷

birthday mornings ~ pablo gavi

summary: a loving birthday morning spent with gavi.

this is for the beautiful anon who requested this! happy happy birthdayy! i hope you like this and have a great, fun day 🫶🏼

it is also my 18th birthday today so cheers to us 🥂🥳✨

the warm sun that was peaking through the curtains, splashing itself all around the room, wasn’t nearly as warm as the soft lips pressing against y/ns cheek. her eyes crinkled as she slowly woke up from her slumber.

they landed on her boyfriend, his smiley face so close to hers as he leaned up a little from his incessant pecking. the grin on his face practically reached his ears, and y/n felt one falling on her own lips from how contagious it was.

“hola.” pablos breath fanned across her face as he whispered his little greeting. his arms encased her in place and he reached forward to press a few more kisses to her blushing cheek.

“hola, querido.” (darling) a breathy giggle left her lips when she felt his mouth swiftly trail down her jaw.

“feliz cumpleaños mi amor.” (happy birthday, my love) his voice spoke into her neck. y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart bursting at his affectionate mood this morning.

“gracias, bebé.” she pressed her own kiss against his neck before he sat up a little and that’s when her eyes landed on his clothes. he was fully dressed as if he had just came back from somewhere.

when gavi noticed her eyes wandering on his appearance, he turned around a little to pick up the little things he had placed on the floor. y/n slightly sat up in bed and when he turned back around, her eyes landed on a gorgeous bouquet of her favourite flowers.

y/ns heart burst with warmth and the smile that was already present on her lips widened a bit more, if that was even possible.

“pablo..” she took the huge bouquet from his hands and took in every inch of the ethereal packaging and perfectly shaped flowers.

“y…” he dragged out as he turned back around to pick up the bag and box from behind him. “aquí.” (andddd… here)

y/n could feel her eyes watering at all of this endearment. the way his eyes anxiously scanned her face for any sign of disappointment or disapproval made her heart bubble with a burning amount of devotion. he just wanted her to be happy.

she felt herself falling even more in love with him.

he held a little chanel gift bag in his hand and a box of her favourite pastries in the other. she knew that the bakery she loved was on the other side of barcelona and the fact that he drove all the way over there just for her made the tears prick against her eyelashes.

y/n didn’t grab any of the gifts but only reached forward and threw her arms around pablos neck. she heard him chuckle slightly and tighten his own arms around her body, pulling her closer to his own.

his lips landed on her shoulder and he kissed the tender skin softly. y/n could feel a few tears running down her cheek and she knew that this all shouldn’t have made her this emotional, but she couldn’t help it - not with how adorable and hopeful pablo was looking. she didn’t deserve him at all.

he held nothing but love in his eyes and heart for the girl in his arms. he would go miles for her without her even asking him to, only the desire to make her happy clouding his mind.

pablo kissed y/ns shoulder whilst pulling away and his fingers came up to her cheeks to wipe away the few deserted tears left on her skin. she was chuckling, trying to blink away any more tears from falling but she couldn’t help it. pablo wiped them away whilst laughing along with her.

he cupped her face, gently stroking his thumb against the heated flesh to bring her some comfort.

he reassured her that there were more little surprises to come and shrugged off all of her protests. defeated, she pulled him into bed with her, placing all of her little gifts onto the floor next to the bed.

pablo happily obliged, wanting to spend all the time he can with his birthday girl. he pulled her closer to himself and y/n looked up at him once more.

she thanked him once again, for the gifts, for all the love, for always treating her right, for always thinking of her, for never failing to make her laugh or smile, for driving all the way across the city which she will be scolding him for later.

and overall, for being her best friend in the whole world. her person.

right there, staring into his eyes and holding onto his cold hands, she knew she didn’t deserve his sweet self but was forever thankful that he was all hers to love and cherish.

this would definetely be a birthday to remember, one spent with no one but her lover.