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spidybaby · 8 months

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hey can i get one with Pablo, where he reacts to his gf after winning at the vmas? thanks

Our Song

Summary: Gavi surprise you after your win at the vmas ✨️

Warnings: cursing.

"I'm so nervous." You say biting your nail. The car is in the queue for the carpet.

"Princesa, don't worry about it. You're going to rock it."

"I don't even think I'm going to win."

"I think that just being there, able to have a platform to share your amazing art, is already a win, babe."

"So you think my art is amazing." You say, joking with him. "Thank you, mi amor"

"Hey, Y/n, we're almost there." Your manager announced. That was the signal for you to say your goodbyes to him.

"Mi amor, I have to go." You pout, not wanting to say goodbye.

"Break a leg, or I don't know. But I love you so much." He laughs, making a ducky face, sending a kiss.

"Te quiero." (I love you) you say, sending him a kiss and telling him to go to sleep.

You take two deep breaths, touching your wrist where the silver bracelet is. The little "P6" in honor of your boyfriend, a gift he made you on your anniversary.

"Ready?" They ask you. You nod.

The screams of the people waiting to see the artists are the only sounds you can hear. The flashes hit you and the camera crew focusing on your arrival. You wave your hands to the public. Making them yell your name.

Your manager pushes you lightly to the way of the carpet. The theme was pink, pink carpet, and pink awards.

You pose for the cameras, smiling at them. Most of the time, all they say is "look over here." Or "on your left." Like if they're Steve Rogers. But this time, the fans screaming are overpowering their voices.

You walk over to the interview spot. Your manager set you up for one only because you didn't feel like doing more than that.

"Hello, hello, so happy to see you." The blonde reporter says. She's one of the nicest people you have ever met in the media. "Oh God, you look amazing tonight. Tell me who you are wearing?"

"Hello to you too." You laugh. "Well, I'm wearing Versace. Donatella and I designed this look for our new collaboration."

"It's amazing, you look like a shining star."

"Thank you."

"Now tell me, you're nominated to five awards, and in all categories, you have amazing competition. How do you think you're going to do tonight?"

"Well, if I'm honest with you, I'll be surprised if I even win something. But as my boyfriend says, I'm lucky to be able to be here, I'm lucky to be able to share my art and have amazing fans who support me all the way."

"Talking about boyfriends, you're here alone."

"Not every fairytale has a present prince." You joke, making her laugh. "He's working, but he made sure to send his good luck wishes to me before the ceremony."

"We love a supportive partner. Thank you for your time, hope you win and have a nice time."

You say goodbye, making your way to the crowd. Tonight, you were seated next to the one and only Taylor Swift. A little starstruck, if you may say.

The ceremony was nice, you danced, you jumped, and you also lost four of five categories. But you knew the awards didn't make you less or more of a good singer.

The last one was Song of the Year. A very hard category to catch. You were in the same category as Selena, Olivia, Taylor.

"Okay, let's calm down a little bit." Nicki says, about to announce the last category. "So, do we wanna know the winner?" The crowd explotes in screams.

Nicki yells the name of the winner, and you are zoned out. But when Ice Spice and Taylor hugged you, you went back to reality.

"You did it." Taylor shouts, getting up and clapping for you.

"Get your ass up, go get your award, girlie." Ice says, pulling you up from your seat.

You walk over to the stage, Nicki hugged you and told you how happy she was for you. You stand in front of the mic with your legs shaken from the adrenaline of the moment.

"Umm, I'm a little shocked, so let me breathe. Woo." You say, laughing and making the crowd laugh with you. "Okay, thank you so much to my family. You guys are one of my biggest supporters to my manager. I love you for believing in me. To you guys for streaming the song, for sharing it, for making it a trend on tik tok." You laugh again.

You took a breath, feeling so out of air. "And to my Pablo, because I know you're watching this instead of sleeping. My love, you're the inspiration of this song. You're the one who listened to this song first. I love you. This is our song, bebé."

You wave the crowd a goodbye, sending a kiss to the camera. On the backstage Karol G hugged you, she was next on the stage.

After the awards you took a flight back to Europe, your world tour Europe leg was beginning in three weeks and you wanted to leave early to adapt to the time zone and also to spend some time with Pablo.

During the flight you watched a game, it was good. After the game, Pablo had an interview. They asked him about you winning and you giving him special thanks.

"Hombre, Pablo. Your girlfriend recently won an award and she thank you. We know you're private about your relationship, but we want to tell you that we love how supportive you two are with each other."

He smirked, thinking about your thank you speech. "Si, bueno somos privados pero yo siempre la apoyo en todo y siempre lo haré. Ella es increíble y la quiero." (Yeah, well, we are private, but I can totally support her and always will. She's amazing, and I love her)

"Thank you, and congratulations about the win."

You snap a picture of the interview, send it to him, thanking him for his words, updating him about you almost landing in Barcelona.

When you actually land, you didn't expect Pablo to be waiting with a big flower bouquet, smiling at you.

You rush down the plane stair, throwing yourself at your him. Legs locked around his waist and lips on his.

"Mi super estrella." He kisses your cheek. (My superstar) he walks with you in his arms, dropping you into the car.

He walks to your manager, taking your bags and saying goodbye to your crew. You did the same, waving them from the car.

"Let's go home, estrellita." He kisses your hand.

The drive home he was telling you about the game. You thank him about the things he said.

"You deserve that and more, mi amor." he says, parking in front of his house. "I have something for you inside."

"Pablo, we say no surprises, you know I don't need anything. The flowers were enough, mi amor."

"I didn't say anything." He laughs, opening the door for you and helping you with your bags. "Go to the kitchen, I know you're hungry."

You indeed were very hungry. So you walked inside and straight to he kitchen. You were surprised to see your family, Pablo's family, and your friends all there.

They all yelled from excitement, and your friends run to hug you. You were still shocked by surprise with the breakfast surprise he pulled.

"Enough, Enough. Let me hug my baby." You mother says. She hugs you, saying how proud she is and how happy she is to spend these days with you, same with the rest of your family.

"Let's eat. She needs some food." Pablo says, kissing your cheek. "Please, serve yourselves."

"Thank you, Pablito." You returned the kiss on his cheeks, buring your face on the crock of his neck.

You wanted to eat everything, there was a lot of fruit, a banquet of other type of food and even a cake.

"The cake has the lyrics of our song." You jump excited. "That's so fucking cute."

"Language." You mom jokes.

Belen and Pablo got close to you once everyone was seated at their places.

"Estamos tan orgullosos de ti, preciosa." (We are so proud of you, precious)

Pablo hugs you, saying how much they love for you to be with Pablo and how amazing the song was.

"We got you a little something." Belen says, giving you a velvet box. "This is also Aurora's. She couldn't be here because of school but she sends you all the love."

"Thank you, I love you guys really much."

You saved the box in your pocket, wanting to see it in private.

You take a seat next to Pablo, who was talking with your mother about football. "But yes, it's been crazy, with the Champions coming up."

Everything was dreamy. You had the boy, the love, and the support. You had everything you ever wished for.

"I want to propose a toast." Pablo announced, getting up from his seat. "Por mi super estrella, ella nos ha compartido su arte y yo sé que todos aquí le hemos demostrado amor y apoyo" He grabs your hand, squishing it. "Congratulations, my love." (To my superstar, she shared all her art with us, and I know that every one of us had shared love and support with her, and I know that this award is important to her.)

You felt so loved, with the most important people in your life giving you all the support. You already won. An award makes no difference.

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leilakisakabiri · 11 months

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Loved the promises we keep ❤️, could I request for Gavi, where his obsessed with the reader (in a good way) and is very overprotective with her and their friends tease him about it ?

Match Day (Gavi)

Summary: You’ve never gone to any of Gavi’s games despite being his girlfriend. The day you finally decide to go things go far from planned.

Warning(s): This is important so please read. This post has some content related to death and kidnappings involving small children. If that is a sensitive topic for you at all, please do not read further.

A/N: Guys I can never write requests the correct way. I know what this request is supposed to be, but when I start writing I just start coming up with ideas and then the end result is always a little different than I intended. So anon, I know I made it probably a lot different than you expected but I hope you still like it, and thanks for the support! Please send requests guys I have no idea what to write about.

Word Count: 4.1k+

Masterlist

You bit your lip anxiously, brows furrowed, as you read the comments on Gavi’s latest Instagram post. The two of you had been dating for nearly a year now, making your relationship public about three months ago. Since then you had been plagued with comments every day, people feeling the need to criticize everything you did, whether it was the way you posed in a photo, what you wore, or even how much you posted Gavi on your account. Nothing you did seemed to stop the backlash.

Now, however, the comments had shifted, you were no longer being bombarded daily about mundane things, instead, the comment section of Gavi’s post had been flooded with apologies and I feel so bad for hims.

Someone pointed out a few days ago that you had never attended a single one of Gavi’s games. Since then, people had gone crazy speculating if the two of you were still together, and if so, then why you weren’t supporting him like any normal girlfriend would do.

The comments only worsened with Gavi’s latest Instagram post which he shared after winning the UEFA semifinal against Italy. He thanked all his team members, the coaching staff, his family, and you for helping him to achieve his dreams and pushing him to be the best.

His fans had not taken kindly to that. His entire comment section was filled with people urging him that he could do better or chastising you for not supporting him.

You felt a pang of guilt as you continued looking through the comments. It’s not that you didn’t want to support him, or that you felt like you were above him in any way. In fact, you were always the first one to tell him how proud you were of him, always in awe of his abilities. You made sure to watch every single game, texting him whenever something especially exciting happened on the pitch to share your thoughts, whether it be something as small as a “the ref is wack” or a “you’re so insane I can’t believe you made that goal, my brain can’t process how you did that so effortlessly.”

Gavi knew that you would support him in anything, and he always made sure to remind you that even though you weren’t there it still meant so much to him that you would take the time out of your day to cheer him on. In the end, you supposed that’s all that really mattered, however, you just couldn’t shake the feeling that you were in the wrong.

Although he always told you it didn’t matter to him, you knew it was a lie. You had seen how excited he was when you guys first started dating and he had asked you to wear his jersey to his game. You had also seen the disappointed look on his face when you gently declined, explaining to him why you wouldn’t be able to come.

He understood, and never asked again, but in the back of your mind you knew he wished you were there supporting him like everyone else’s partners did.

Your anxiety was something you never shared a lot with anyone. None of your friends knew it played such a big part in your life, assuming if you canceled plans, it was because you just didn’t feel like going. And you played into it, becoming branded as the flake in the friend group because you would always back out of plans once a location was set.

One time you had agreed to go to the beach with your friends, everyone excited for a day of barbecuing and swimming in the salty ocean. That plan had quickly been canceled, however, once it had started downpouring and after much back and forth everyone had decided to play tourist for the day and go visit the Sagrada Familia. After seeing that text, you immediately dropped out of the plans, informing everyone that you had gotten food poisoning even though an hour earlier you were packed and ready for the beach.

The truth was that you suffered from severe panic attacks, usually triggered by large crowds.

Growing up your parents had both been in law enforcement, with your mother being a well-established Defense Attorney and your father being a credited Private Investigator.

They often told stories from their jobs at home, much to your brother’s entertainment, certain cases they were working on that had just closed, or new leads that were quick to transform into cold cases.

There had been one case however that had stuck with you, haunting you for years, causing you to always make sure that your windows were closed, and your door was locked like a mantra every night before bed.

The missing person's case involved a young nine-year-old girl, the same age as you were when you had first heard it, who had been spending a beautiful summer day visiting the local fair with her family. She had been prancing around, going from vendor to vendor, seeing what prizes they had. It had only taken a second for someone to lay their eyes on her and attack, grabbing her forcefully before turning and disappearing into the crowd. No one could do anything, everyone searched, but there were too many families, too many young girls that matched her description. It was useless.

“Poor girl and to think she was taken just because she wanted to get a better look at the pink stuffed bear. I hope the family at least gets closure.” Your mother said, shaking her head sadly.

Your brother piped up beside you, “Won’t they find her though?”

She gave him a sad smile, “It’s very unlikely hijo, she went missing on Wednesday. Usually, if they’re gone for longer than 24 hours the chances of them coming back are very slim.”

Your breath had stopped after she uttered those words. Even at nine, the realization had kicked in – you had been at the fair that same day, blissfully licking a popsicle and chatting with your friend, naïve and unaware that probably a hundred feet away from you a young girl was being ripped away from her parents, never to be seen alive again.

You hadn’t even heard her screams or pleas for help, and you had been right there.

The thought made you feel sick to your stomach, bile rising in your throat. If it was that easy to kidnap someone and take them away even when they were surrounded by people that knew them, then what was stopping something like that from happening again? Who’s to say you wouldn’t be next?

Since that day your demeanor had shifted drastically, no longer were you the same bubbly, outgoing kid, who would never shut up and always dragged her parents to new places. You had shrunk into yourself, biting your nails anxiously, eyes darting to look for nearby exits in every new location.

Your parents had taken notice of your sudden personality shift and tried to help the best they could, never bringing up cases again, even going out of their way to avoid places packed with people because they knew how easily it scared you, but the damage had already been done.

That fear, as silly as it may seem, carried into your teen years, swelling into full-blown panic attacks that were triggered by large crowds or noisy places.

The first person you had shared your condition with, aside from your family, had been Gavi.

Your friends relentlessly teased Gavi saying that he was making you even more scarce than you used to be in group hangouts, declaring that he wanted you all to himself. Gavi took all the teasing with a smile and a shoulder shrug, never denying or admitting anything, and you knew he only did it because he loved you.

It couldn’t have been easy for him to miss hanging out with his friends, whom he rarely got to see in the first place due to his busy schedule, simply to stay back with you so you wouldn’t have to be alone, but he did it every time anyways. If you didn’t go, he didn’t go, simple as that.

You squeezed your eyes shut; you knew you owed it to him.

He was always bending backwards, willing to accommodate any of your silly requests just because it made you feel safer. You knew it was time to step out of the box you had locked yourself in for way too long.

You glanced at the time, you had about thirty minutes until kick-off. You knew you would be late, but if you left within the next fifteen minutes you were confident you could make it before halftime.

You hyped yourself up. You were going to do this. No going back now.

You went to turn off the TV that had been droning on in the background, fingers hovering over the power button when an ad caught your eye.

It was an old speech from Martin Luther King, “Courage is the power of the mind to overcome fear.” He spoke before the screen cut to a page urging individuals to join the troops.

You let out a loud laugh, not believing what you were seeing, who knew an ad for the national army would get you so emotional? You weren’t someone who was super into manifestation but even you couldn’t deny this felt like a sign.

Wait a minute why was an ad for the US army playing in Spain?

You decided not to think too hard about it, instead focusing on getting ready. You dug out the jersey Gavi had given you all those months ago and put it on. You rushed to get all your things about to head out of your apartment when you realized one crucial item was missing.

You didn’t have tickets.

You let out a groan, trying to think of what to do. You wanted to surprise Gavi so you obviously couldn’t tell him, and it was so close to kick-off that tickets were no longer being sold.

You fell back onto your couch in defeat. Now what?

Suddenly you shot up, hands searching for your phone, you sent a quick text to Anna, one of Gavi’s teammate's wife’s asking her if she would be able to help you.

She responded right away telling you to come to the stadium and that she would meet you at the ticketing line.

Bless her heart.

You thanked her over and over again as you rushed to the stadium, adrenaline pumping.

You were in awe once you got off the train, Camp Nou was the biggest thing you had ever seen in your life. It was massive, expanding probably over a hundred feet in the air. You giggled seeing Gavi’s face blown up on one of the billboards.

You reached the ticketing line, thanking whatever higher power was looking out for you that it was empty.

“Hi sir, I’m here to meet a friend. She said she’s on her way down.” You informed security once you reached the gate entrance.

“Ticket?” He asked not even sparing you a glance.

“Oh sorry – uhm my friend has my ticket, and she’s inside.”

He finally looked at you, “No ticket. No entry. Now leave.”

“I understand that, but if you could just give me a minute I’m going to call-“

“I’ll tell you one more time, if you don’t have a ticket, you’re not getting in. Leave.”

You huffed, backing away, pointing at your phone, “I’m just gonna call her, okay?”

He glared at you, and you gave him an awkward smile, unsure what to do. You went to dial Anna’s number when you heard someone yelling your name. You looked up, seeing Anna waving crazily as she approached the security guard.

“Let her in, she’s with me.”

You quickly walked over to them, waving back at her.

“She doesn’t have a ticket.” The guard replied in a bored tone.

“That’s fine! She doesn’t need a ticket to go to the box, she’s with me.” Anna argued.

The guard pointed at your neck, “She doesn’t have a family pass. I can’t let her in.”

Anna huffed, “Well I do! And I’m saying she fine, she’s one of the player's girlfriends.” She held up her badge showing her VIP status.

The guard only continued to glare at her, “If she was really a player’s girlfriend, she would have already had a pass. I’m not letting her in.”

You groaned, annoyed at yourself for not coming sooner. You knew that no one at the stadium aside from the players probably knew who you were, you just hadn’t realized how many problems it would create once you did come.

“Don’t make me get Antonio.” Anna threatened.

Finally, the guard seemed to break, his eyes turning wide, “You wouldn’t.”

She nodded her head slowly, “I totally would.”

He gave you one more spiteful glare before he stepped aside allowing you to pass. You thanked him quickly, only getting a grunt in response before you greeted Anna.

“Thank you so much for coming to get me.” You said, hugging her.

She laughed as she guided you through the stadium, “No worries. I thought Marco might be the one guarding tonight, he takes his job too seriously.”

You smiled, “Yeah he seemed a little tough.”

She rolled her eyes, beginning to walk up the steps to the family section, “That’s an understatement. He’s been working here for like ever. Since before Robert even moved here. I remember the first couple of times I came to see a game and he was always interrogating me, even after I showed him my badge! I think he’s just mad, he never got a promotion.” She exclaimed.

She led you to the seats, introducing you to all the other girls.

“So, what made you finally decide to come?” She asked once the both of you were settled.

You looked around the stadium, seeing that the game was nearly through the first half, with only 15 minutes remaining.

“Change of heart I guess.” You answered vaguely, not wanting to dive too deep into it.

She nodded her head, “Well anyways I’m sure Gavi will be so excited when he sees you.”

You chuckled next to her, unsure if that was the reaction he would have.

Ever since you had opened up to Gavi about your anxiety he had been a huge support system for you, always pulling you aside to make sure you were comfortable with a situation, and he tried to avoid putting you in situations where he felt your anxiety would spike, meaning that he had banned you from all his games and practices.

You knew he would probably be shocked to see you in the stands, but you hoped he wouldn’t be so worried that he would slip up in the game.

While he had maintained that football would always be his number one priority everyone could see a shift in his demeanor since he met you. No longer was he staying hours after practice, trying to achieve the perfect curveball, instead he was putting his all during practices then driving to your apartment, annoying you while you did your homework, and passing out on the couch with you in his arms, a random movie playing in the background.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the halftime whistle. You saw Robert look up at the stands, presumably searching for Anna, before he made eye contact with you, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

He waved and walked over to Gavi pointing at the section you were in.

The midfielder raised his head at his teammates’ shouts, looking up at the stands with a confused expression.

His family already said they couldn’t come today.

His eyebrows only furrowed further when he couldn’t pinpoint a difference. Everyone was the same.

His heart stopped, and he instinctively put his hands over his eyes, blocking out the lights, to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

He felt his heart rate increase rapidly and his eyes widened, because there you were, sitting pretty in his jersey, a shy smile on your face as you waved down at him.

He continued to stare at you, not believing what he was seeing. He felt anxious for you, just thinking about you sitting there surrounded by thousands of people. He quickly broke eye contact rushing into the tunnel.

You sat back in your seat confused at his actions. Was he not happy to see you? Why did he leave so abruptly?

You got your answer a moment later when your phone started beeping repeatedly indicating the flood of text messages you were receiving.

You opened it seeing them all being from Gavi, asking what you were doing here, if you were okay, if you felt safe.

You smiled at how gentle he was with you, going to respond. You were in the middle of reading a text when he sent another message causing you to lose your place.

You groaned, secretly finding it adorable how stressed he was for you. You sent him a message letting him know that you were okay, but it took five minutes of back and forth for you to convince him that you weren’t going to have a panic attack in the next twenty seconds.

In all honesty, you felt fine. Yes, every now and then the thought that you were surrounded by so many people would pop into your head, but it was starting to get easier to ignore, you just had to remind yourself that you were next to people who knew you. Plus, the game itself was an easy distraction, and after the second half started you found yourself getting into the game, yelling at the ref whenever they made a poor decision, and cheering on Barcelona as they made their way up the field.

“Oh fuck off, that should have been a freekick!’ You shouted after Pedri had been slide tackled aggressively, resulting in the boy landing rather awkwardly on his ankle.

Anna was quick to agree next to you, “C’mon, he didn’t even touch the ball. Don’t be a loser!”

You giggled at her words, enjoying how she always said whatever came to her mind. She grinned at you shrugging her shoulders as if to say she did nothing wrong.

You continued watching the game, leaning against the railing as you both chatted about your lives, interrupting each other every couple of minutes to shout something about the game.

Before you knew it the game was over, Barcelona sealing the win with a goal in the 87th minute, securing their 2-0 lead, scored by none other than Gavi himself.

You screamed, jumping around as he celebrated, running over to your section with the biggest smile on his face, kissing the crest on his jersey before he pointed up at you, mouthing the nickname he always called you.

You grinned back at him sending him down a heart which he immediately reciprocated before being tackled by his teammates.

Once the other team had left the field the celebrations started. All the players started to walk towards the fan section, taking off their jerseys and handing them to fans.

Anna had pulled you down the stairs with her, letting you know it was time to go see the guys.

You were ecstatic taking in the buzzing atmosphere around you, cheers of joy filled the air, and the stadium was filled with red and blue confetti.

Had this been what you had been missing out on the whole time?

You were so focused on making sure not to lose Anna in front of you that you hadn’t noticed the flock of people behind you, all rushing down the steps hoping to get to the players in time to get a photo or autograph.

You were about halfway down when you were suddenly shoved from behind causing you to lose your balance. You knew what was going to happen the second your feet left the ground, you shut your eyes, hands reaching out to stop your fall, but it was useless.

You landed on the ground with a hard thud, body slamming into the concrete steps, head hitting the railing on your way down.

Everything felt like it was moving in fast motion, all the bodies around you moved at a sickening pace, blurring together as you lay motionless on the ground, vision hazy as you tried desperately to calm the pounding of your heart.

You pushed yourself into action as soon as you regained some consciousness. You pushed past the legs rushing past you and pulled yourself to the side, where empty seats greeted you. You made a move to sit up but let out an audible gasp, hands going to clutch your left rib, your brain short-circuiting from the throbbing pain. You bit your lip, pleading with yourself to not over hyperventilate and make a scene.

Gavi, who had been watching you intently, eyes never leaving your figure as you made your way to him, was quick to respond to the situation.

As soon as he realized you went down, he was running, jumping over the barricade as he shoved past the people trying to grab onto him, thrusting jerseys and papers in his face for him to sign.

He felt his body pulse with anger, jaw locked, as he ran up the steps. He could faintly hear security yelling at him to come down, but he paid them no mind, only focused on getting to you.

He kept replaying the moment he saw you fall again and again in his head and each time he thought about it he only grew more livid. How dare someone shove you like that?

He finally reached you, shouting at people to move out of the way as he shoved through the crowd.

His eyes were wild and frantic as he grabbed you, helping you to a sitting position. You could see how quickly his chest was rising and falling and you wanted to tell him to breathe but the words failed to come out.

His hands gently touched your rib, applying pressure to help soothe the pain, “Are you okay baby? I’m so sorry.”

He looked so scared, and you all wanted to do was reach out and remove the lines of stress you could see forming on his forehead.

“I’m sorry are you-” The man who pushed you spoke up, realizing what had happened.

Gavi was quick to cut him off, eyes blazing as he spun around to face the man, “How fucking dare you.”

The guy held his hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see her!”

Gavi only grew more frustrated, taking a menacing step closer to him, teeth clenched, but you grabbed his hand, shaking your head, your voice weak, “It was an accident. Please don’t.”

Gavi’s expression softened once he looked at you, watching you clutch your side in pain as you pleaded with him. He sighed, giving the man one last glare before he backed off coming to your aid.

He pushed your hair out of your face, tilting your face, searching for any bruises.

He sighed in relief when he didn’t see anything. He went to remove his hand and you felt his breath hitch.

You looked up at him only to see him already staring at you with a beyond worried expression, face distraught, “Shit Y/n you’re bleeding from your head.” He spoke, showing you the blood coating his hand.

You felt yourself let out a breathy laugh, “Well at least I didn’t get kidnapped.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, not appreciating the joke, “I’m serious Y/n. This is bad.”

You reached out to grab his hand in your own, “I’m going to be fine. See the medics are already here.” You said, moving your gaze to the medical staff who was climbing the bleachers rapidly, eyes fixed on you.

You felt him squeeze your hand as the medics surrounded the two of you, “You’re never coming to another game again.” He warned.

You smiled at him, squeezing back, “Think I might have to break that rule."

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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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Can you do with family and friends on with gavi broke things off w reader because it was too much and he loved her so much but got scared of love and broke up with her but reader was having a fashion show and Barca got tickets and when gavi found out he wanted to go and beg for you and everyone went to go get you back because they know how much he needed you but you were kinda hesitant to except returning back with him

Loved this request! I got kinda confused at the end, because of the mixed words but I got it after reading it a few times🥴🤭

(Influencer!Reader)

Work For It -P.G

Summary: He left and now he wants to be back...

Being a famous influencer had it's pros and it's cons. You try to always keep up with positive mind and change the negativity to positivity. And sometimes works, sometimes it doesn't.

One of the cons, is that you're always on the spotlight. You can't go out because you have a camera up to your face or fans screaming your name walking besides you trying to get their phones, markers and pictures into you. You basically have to create ways and manage yourself to have a private life.

The other of many cons, is that you almost never have time free. You're always doing something but you kinda like that because it keeps you active, so... Why not?

But being a huge influencer in Barcelona and you being a die-hard Barcelona fan means that the FC Barcelona wanted you to, kind of, promote them, use their newest jerseys, go to the matches and met the players.

Meanwhile that was the greatest thing for you because you are a fan, it was also one of the worst because you fell in love with one of them and two years later, broke up.

But how could you have been stupid enough to fall for the Golden Boy, Pablo Gavi?

He had swept you off of your feet with his charming smile, his sassy and messy attitude, joking around until he at least got one smile from you and then he just left you claiming that "It was too much", "I love you but I can't do this. Not to me and mostly not to you", "You deserve better" and simply just disappeared from your house, from your view and from your life.

So, seeing him, after almost a whole year in the fashion show you were in, along with the guys and a few WAGS, your whole stomach and body turned upside down

"What is he doing here?" You asked to your assistant and best friend, Michelle

"Do you forget that you and the Barcelona team are still connected? I believe the team gave them some tickets for the event" She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"You would've known that"

"Mikky was also invited, she could've been the one giving them the tickets" She said shrugging her shoulders "I know you don't want him around you, I'll make sure of that but you can't avoid him forever. It's time for you to pass the page and move on"

"That's the thing, Elle" You sighed "I can't seem to"

Yeah, you were still head over heels for the guy that left you without a good reason. You hated it, you hated yourself for that because as much as you wanted to, you couldn't erase those brown eyes and that sweet smile that once was directed to you with warmth, love and care.

"Maybe" She began "This is the clousure you need to keep on with your life and let him be just a nice part of your past" She shrugged her shoulders once more "C'mon, cariño. You gotta pose for the cameras and look pretty"

You smiled a bit at her words and made your way to the carpet, you soothed once more your outfit and plastered a smile, everything was going great until you felt someone tap your shoulder and when you turn around you find no one other than Pedri and Ansu.

"Hola" You said hugging him quickly

"Hola. It's nice to see you after so long" You nod at Ansu

"Bueno..." You shrugg your shoulders a little "What can I say?" The three of you laughed

"You look nice"

"Thanks, Pedri. You do too" He blushes

"Mind if we take some pics together? I miss my friend" You sighed, when Gavi cut all connections with you, you made sure to cut connections with all of them too, barely talking to the WAGs but other than that, no one else from their group.

"Sorry. It's not that easy" You said passing an arm around each boy's waist and pull them for pics

"I bet it isn't... It wasn't easy for him either" Ansu said

"Oh my god!! You're here!!" You heard a femenine voice call and soon a body collide with yours. Mikky. The four of you got out of the carpet and you smiled returning her hug "You're looking absolutely beautiful, I was waiting to see you! I missed you so much!!"

"You were also invited?"

"Of course I was" She pushed her hair back and you both laughed

"I missed you too, Miks" You hug her once more and from behind her you saw Alejandro, Torre, Ferran, Frenkie, Ousmane, Ter Stegen, Robert, Raphina, their wives/girlfriends and lastly Pablo. "And you managed to get almost Barca's whole squad tickets? I need you to tell me that secret because I can barely ask for a plus one" She laughed

"I told them about the show and I think it was Gavi who asked for the tickets, he was so desperate to get them" You raise your eyebrows as Pedri coughs

"Was he?" You turn to Pedri and Ansu, who simply nodded

"Look, babes... I know you two broke it off-"

"He was the one who broke it off, it wasn't me" You said shaking your head at Mikky

"He hasn't been the same without you, Y/N" Pedri said "It still affects him"

"Then if it does, why he did it?"

"He was scared" Ansu said as you laugh

"Scared?" You shook your head "I was scared too but you didn't see me breaking things up, I loved him Ansu and it completely hurted me when he just throw us to the dead line"

"Please, just listen-"

"If you guys came here for me to go back with him, you are in the wrong" You shook your head "You're welcomed to be with me if we don't talk about him, but if you're going to do that then I'll make my exit and wish all of you the best" You said as the rest of the guys approached

"Something's wrong?" Robert asked

You shook your head, smiling softly "I was just leaving" You waved at them and left in the opposite direction

You heard footsteps behind you and you could guess who was the one but still you didn't turned around until you were heading towards the bathrooms inside of the venue

"Can you stop speed walking?" He asked and you shook your head "We need to talk"

"I have nothing to talk to you, Gavi" You said and seconds later saw him standing in front of you blocking your way "Move"

"No"

"Please, move"

"We need to talk"

"You said everything you wanted to say a year ago, I'm done with that"

"But I'm not, Y/N. I'm serious"

"So am I..." For the first time in the night you looked at him in the eyes and sighed looking away before falling into its beauty once more "It was nice seeing you again, Pablo. But I think it's time to let it go, we're just nice strangers with nice memories in common" You moved around him and sending him a one last smile you started walking off

"I don't want to be a simple stranger for you" You managed to hear and you sighed

Neither you wanted him to be but that's what he had decided.

Two hours had passed from that little encounter you had with him and haven't seen him since that moment again, you were sat with your manager and Michelle, your best friend and assistant when she sighed

"What's wrong?" You ask

"Pedri, Ansu and Alejandro are coming" She said "Want me to back them off?" You roll your eyes turning around

You were about to open your mouth when Ansu beat you to it

"Look, I know you probably don't want to see us and you don't want us to talk about him" His strong response had you shocked "and we obviously aren't him to say what exactly went through his mind at the moment of breaking up with you"

"But what we do know is the fact he has been a completely mess because of it" Alejandro said "He's shit at practice and shit out of it. We thought that with time he would get over it, but it's been a year and you're still on his mind and nothing has changed, he still has your birthday picture as his lockscreen and he tries to hide the fact that he goes through your messages, sometimes I find him crying in the shower and other times he's sadly looking at pictures of you two. We can't see him like that anymore and we bet you are exactly the same when no one's around"

"We certainly don't know what he said to fuck what you guys had but he's definitely regretting it. That night of your break up, he came straight to my apartment to cry and kept on asking: "Why did I did that?" over and over again. I never understood what he meant by that until he finally told me that he didn't felt worthy of your love, that he was scared, there was so much going on for him, you knew it and you acted on it but he didn't wanted to feel like he was a burden, he didn't wanted to put any more preassure on your shoulders, his fans were hating on you and he couldn't bear to see you sad because of it. A lot of external facts were the ones who pushed him to make that decision" Pedri said

"But he still checks his phone for you everyday, he sometimes says: "She'll be doing this" or "she'd love this". He doesn't go out with his friends anymore, he basically stopped being that little ray that fucked us up with his moody attitude sometimes" Ansu said making the four of you laugh "We don't say you have to forgive him, we are just asking, for a friend's well being, for you to clear things up and be on the right side"

"You can still be friends, you can go back to what you guys had or simply just not be anything... And that's okay. We just want, for both of you, because you are our friend as well, the best in everysingle aspect possible"

Your eyes danced in between the three youngmen

"Where is he?" You ask whispering, feeling a knot in your throat

"He left"

You nodded, turning around you grabbed your purse and smiled at them "Thank you" They smiled and you hugged them, walking off.

You went into the car that brought you here and told them Pablo's direction. You started biting your nails nervous, why didn't he had said anything from that to you? Were you really still on his phone lockscreen? Does he still loves you, just like you love him after all this time?

You quickly thanked the man and left the car, you pushed your thumb into the gates and it opened, you going straight to his door which you banged over and over again until he opened

"¿Qué-?"

"Gimme your phone, please"

"What? Why?" You shook your head

"Please, gimme your phone, I need to check something" He shook his head as you quickly took it from his hands and saw the lockscreen.

It was both of you, on your 19th birthday party, you smiled before feeling the phone being grabbed away by an angry Pablo

"Why have you done that?"

"Why you still have that pic as a lockscreen?"

"You don't care about it"

"If I'm asking you is because I do"

Silence flowed in between the two of you

"Gimme the real reason why you broke up with me" You shook your head feeling the tears coming up "I don't buy the half assed bullshit, I want the complete thing"

He stood in silence

"How do you know?"

"Why? We were so good, so in love"

"I had a lot of things coming on me, I was stressed, I wasn't playing great, I didn't wanted to transfer my worries and my problems to you, because you had a lot of those for yourself. I kept pushing you away without wanting to, I was and am so in love with you it fucking hurts! My fans were sending you hate, all of that combined made me think I wasn't good for you, fuck, I was so scared of fucking it up but I still did it!" He looked up to the sky, his voice was trembling and his shoulders were shaking. He was crying. "And I hate me for it, all this time we could've been together and we aren't because I let my insecurities get the best of me"

"But we can work on them, we can work on this, on us" You said "I'm not willing to let you go, Pablo. I want us. But you need to work for it because I'm not ready to go through another heartbreak"

"I will, mi amor" You hugged his waist and he pulled you closer to him, kissing your hairline "I will make us work"

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - Smiler

Requested: tumblrrrr

Prompts: 20 - "Prettyboy"

49 - "Stop smiling at me, I can't."

Warnings: none, just quite cute and short

Y/n sat in a makeup chair as a small team had been working on her look for the Ballon D'Or ceremony in Paris. She was one of the nominees for the women's Ballon d'Or so it was obviously a big night for her. Her boyfriend Pedri stood the opposite side of her, getting his suit fixed and checked before both had to leave. His eyes kept making their way over to Y/n as he watched her makeup routine. Y/n opened her eye as the artist was preparing to do more eyeshadow when she caught a glimpse of her boyfriend analysing her intensely. A grin appeared on her now pinkish lips. "See something you like, prettyboy?"

Pedri was torn from his thoughts as he heard her voice. He smiled back to her. "No, you just have something stuck in your teeth, amor." The Barcelona staff chuckled at the light hearted banter between the couple, even recording it for their YouTube. "You just look very focused on my makeup. You want someone to do it for you?" She asked. "Do you think it would make me look prettier, amor?" She thought for a moment before nodding. "It could certainly try." More laughs escaped the staff.

"That wasn't funny." He smiled. "Wanna tell your face that? You look pretty amused." Pedri couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Whenever he looked at her, he couldn't help but do it. "I'll give you that." The couple finished off getting ready, before having a few photos snapped for Barcelona's 'power couple' as the fans called it. "Take one from my good side." Pedri joked. "Every side is your good side." She whispered, kissing his cheek, his smile growing even wider now. He turned to look at her, in complete awe. He caught himself smiling again.

"Will you stop smiling at me? I can't!" He covered his face, not letting anyone see him blushing. "You can't what?!" She laughed hysterically. "I can't deal with your smile! Ots like a virus! I have to smile back!" The pair sat in a fit of giggles and laughter for at least a minute or so, plenty of pictures being taken on the beautiful moment.

Thankfully, Gavi walked in so the staff soon asked for Y/n to be substituted for Gavi instead, now wanting pictures of the Barcelona besties. Y/n sat behind the camera, watching as her boyfriend posed, his eyes still occasionally falling to her instead of the camera. And there he was; her smiler

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pensat-i-fet · 1 year

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Perfect chemistry (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Another request because everytime there is a photoshoot, people want me to do something like this 😅 I enjoy it, though. And I hope you enjoy reading it too ❤️**

Word count: 2217

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Being friends with some of the Barça Femení players had a lot of advantages. Free tickets for the matches being one of them. But you also got some jobs thanks to them suggesting the team you should be hired for them.

Football teams were constantly making new collections and someone had to model them. So all of your friends agreed that their model friend, you, was the best candidate. A quick look at their online catalogue showed you modelling every outfit for women they had been selling for the last 6 months. And you loved it. It was an easy fun job and you often got to take photos with your friends.

That's how you found yourself at the studio getting ready to take some photos for their…festival collection? They had one for everything these days.

These shoots required very natural looks, so hair and makeup were sorted in record time.

"Hiiii!", said Jana when she spotted you in the makeup chair.

"Hey you. Do we get to do photos together again? I haven't been told what we are doing yet. But the clothes looked cool when I did the fittings".

"I don't know, actually. Some male players are doing the campaign too so we'll see. You might have to pose with them".

Her raised eyebrows made you roll your eyes. She had been adamant you meet some of them, claiming they were totally your type and how could you not be theirs? But that wasn't something that interested you at the moment.

While she got ready for the shoot, you went to check the clothes again. Some pieces had caught your attention and you were hoping they would offer you to keep them after the shoot but…this job paid actual real money so you doubted you'd be able to take anything with you.

You took the little bucket hat that you hadn't seen at the fitting and turned to see how you looked wearing it. But instead of finding the mirror, you found a body that you bumped into.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there".

"It's ok, don't worry".

You easily recognised the apparently shy boy. But he didn't look that shy on the pitch.

Trying to be polite, you introduced yourself to him. "I'm one of the models".

"Yeah", he said, looking at you. "Eh…I'm Gavi".

"I know. I'm a big fan".

"You are?"

You nodded trying not to laugh. He was cute. Most players you've met were so cocky and always assumed you had to know them and adore them because how could you not. It was nice to meet one that was a bit more normal.

There were two photographers on set, which made the process a lot faster. So far, you had only done photos by yourself. First simple ones for the catalogue and then the ones for the actual campaign. The latter were your favourites, and because of the theme of the shoot, you got to do more playful poses.

The players were waiting for their turn and whenever you looked at your friends, who took videos of you for your Instagram, you could see Gavi staring at you. But he always looked away when you made eye contact. You didn't even know what possessed you but while you kept your poses fun and on theme, you also made them a little bit sexier.

"Alright, we need a few pairings…you!"

"Me!", you said, but the guy who was organizing the shoot didn't notice your sarcasm. They didn't even bother learning names. "You and Gavi. You'll look cute together".

Everyone could see how Gavi was blushing but his teammates were nice enough not to tease him. Jana, however, loved teasing everyone.

She looked from you to him, nodding. "Very cute, yes".

"Jana…", you warned her.

"What? Just agreeing with the professionals".

Ignoring her, you went back to the shooting area. And you could tell Gavi was following you.

"If you need help let me know", you offered, noticing his nerves.

"Thank you. We do this a lot but it's just not my thing".

"It's mine", you laughed.

“Have you been doing this for long?”

“A couple of years”.

“Can we start?”

You tried not to give the photographer a death stare for his interruption. Because obviously, he was right. You were there to work, not to chat with the players. But you felt comfortable talking to Gavi even though you just met. That rarely happened to you.

You kept whispering little tips to him while you changed poses and it made you happy to see how much more confident he looked when he did just as you said.

“You might need to just stay with me for my solo shots. To help me”.

“Happy to but I might have to charge you for that service”, you smiled.

“Oh yeah? How much do you want?”

“Maybe just try to steal that yellow jacket Koundé is wearing. It looks great on him but I tried it on at the fittings and…”, you shrugged, “it looks a lot better on me”.

“I’m sure it does”, said Gavi, looking away the moment you smiled at his compliment. So cute.

For your final look together, Gavi wore a red t-shirt and you had a matching set. The shirt was open and you had a little bandeau underneath. That was totally your style, which made you feel even more confident. The way you could notice Gavi looking at you also did wonders for your ego.

“Ok, you put your arm around his shoulder…yes, just let the hand hang…like that, great. Gavi, you put your arm around her waist”.

This was very normal to you. You had to take photos with people all the time, so the touching didn’t bother you anymore. But for Gavi…well, the fact that his crush on you just kept getting bigger didn’t help his case.

He placed his hand on your waist but you could tell he was barely touching you.

“That doesn’t look good. Try on her shoulder…no, that’s even worse”.

“What’s the problem?”, you asked, trying to see if you could help.

“His hand on your waist makes the shirt look bad. And both of you with arms around the shoulder doesn’t look good on a boy/girl photo…how could we do that?”

“I know”.

Very often, models had to do the weirdest poses so one of their arms wouldn’t be seen. But this time the solution was easy. You took Gavi’s hand and put it back on your waist but under the shirt. That way he wouldn’t be affecting the way the shirt looked.

When you looked at him, you saw his eyes go wide at the contact. His hand was on your bare waist. And while you thought about what to say to explain what you did, you could hear Jana laughing. In fact, she laughed so hard, she fell from the chair.

“Does that look good?”

“Yeah, let’s do this”, said the photographer, happy to see the problem solved.

You could notice Gavi’s fingers moving, as if touching your skin was burning them.

“You need to stop that or you’ll move the shirt and we’re back to the same problem”.

“Sorry”.

When the photographer told you that you were done, Gavi removed his hand quickly. He was trying so hard not to blush, it was adorable.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom quickly and then grabbed a drink to have while everyone else finished their shoots. You never knew if a photo would have to be retaken, so you couldn’t leave.

“Are you ok after the fall?”, you laughed while sitting next to Jana.

“It was worth it. You should have seen his face”.

You shook your head at your friend’s comment. But she had more to say.

"So…do you think any of the boys are cute?"

"Stop that", you said, blushing.

“Come on. I’m not asking you to marry them. But you’ve got eyes and someone might catch your attention. I won’t tell them”.

“Jana, I’ve told you I’m not interested…”.

“Eric?”

“Not my type”.

“Jules?”

"Not my type".

"Gavi?"

A pause. "Are you going to go through the entire squad?"

“No need. I think I have my answer”.

What you two didn’t know was that Gavi wasn’t that far from you and he was listening. The fact that you didn’t deny finding him cute gave him some hope but also, you still felt too out of his league.

While Jana and the other female players were busy taking some group photos, you started to edit the videos they had taken of you to see which ones you could post on Instagram. Of course, Jana had taken some while you posed with Gavi, even if you weren’t going to use those. You could do without half of Instagram hating on you.

But they still brought a smile to your face. Not for Instagram but…you weren’t going to delete them anytime soon.

“Excuse me”.

“Yes?”

“I don’t know if it’s a joke but Gavi asked for you to be there when he takes his solo photos”.

You laughed at the photographer’s words, not believing he actually wanted you to mentor him while modelling.

Putting your phone back in your pocket, you went to join him again.

“Here to save the day”, you saluted him.

“I just…I feel very uncomfortable in this position”.

You looked him up and down, seeing the tension in his legs and moved them so the weight of his body could be better distributed.

“And move the shoulder like this…yes. It’s a lot more flattering, believe me. And smile”.

He did as you said and the photographer quickly asked him to change to the next outfit, happy with the material he got.

Three outfits later, he seemed so much more relaxed and you barely had to tell him to do anything.

“Can you do me the favour of bringing one of those bucket hats, lovely? I want to see how it looks with that t-shirt?”

“Sure!”

You went to pick one up and put another one on your head as a joke before joining Gavi again.

“We’re twinning”, you said, making him smile. And then you put the hat on his head and noticed the flash of the camera.

“Keep doing that”.

“Doing what?”, you asked. “He wasn’t ready”.

“Just that. Play with his hat and make him smile. It’s perfect. You two have perfect chemistry”.

Now it was your time to blush at his words. But thankfully, your face wasn’t being shown in the photos. And when you could notice your face being less warm, you turned to face the camera and continued with the little game.

In one photo you were taking Gavi’s hat to put it on your head while you put yours on his. For another one, you moved his hat so his forehead and eyes were covered by it. But his big smile could still be seen. And the logo too. You were still working even if it didn't feel, or look, like it.

But the one you were going to keep was the one where you had your arm around Gavi’s shoulders again. He also had his around your waist, but this time he had a firm grip, instead of feeling afraid of touching you. But what you liked the most about the photo was that your head was on his shoulder and he was laughing at the funny face you were making.

“Well, I would love to keep photographing you two for hours but I think we have enough”, laughed the photographer and you ran to the monitor to see the photos.

“Gavi! Come here”.

He stood next to you checking the photos and you both picked your favourites. You didn’t even notice you had put both hands on his shoulder to lean on it until you noticed him staring at your hands.

“Sorry”.

“Don’t be”.

Your phone beeped and you saw that it was a text from your mum. You were supposed to meet her in 30 minutes and you were going to be late.

“Shit! I’m late to meet my mum”.

Gavi kept staring at your figure running back to the changing rooms, disappointed you were leaving already.

So when you got out, he ran to talk to you. He needed to at least say goodbye.

“I know you are late but I wanted to give you this”.

“What’s that?”, you asked, looking down at the jacket and the t-shirt he was giving you. The pieces you loved the most from the collection. “I asked if I could take them and they said yes”.

“Anything for the golden boy, huh?”

“I guess”, he shrugged.

“Well, thank you. You didn’t have to”.

“I kind of did. You know…for the classes”.

“Right”, you laughed. “I still feel like I need to give you something in return”.

“You don’t have to. I just wanted to thank you…”.

“So you don’t want my number?”

“For more modelling classes?”

“I rather you take me to dinner, to be honest”, you said, writing your number quickly on a random piece of paper. “See you soon”.

Jana had been hearing the whole interaction and her annoying smirk was back.

"None of them is my type, Jana", she said, imitating you.

"Shut up!"

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canirove · 1 year

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The Princess & the Football Player | Chapter 1

Summary: "They say they want to make the monarchy more modern, to be closer to the people, but then your parents would prefer it if you married a guy whose Godfather is the freaking Prince of Monaco, instead of a guy from Kingston." Or the love story between Princess Eleanor, heir to the British throne, and Declan Rice, English football player.

Author’s note: This story has been sitting on my drafts for maybe two months because I never was completely happy with it, and tbh, I still feel the same. Though sometimes those are the ones people like the most 😂 I got inspired to write it during the World Cup when people here in Spain went crazy about the idea of Princess Leonor and Gavi dating and him becoming the future King because she, apparently, is her fan and has a crush on him 😅 That's why on this story, the British Royal family has the name of the Spanish one 😁 Hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

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"Ok, ask me one more."

"Dad..."

"Just one more, please."

"Fine" I say, rolling my eyes. "Who is that one?" I ask, pointing at the papers he has on his hands.

"That's easy. Aaron Ramsdale, goalkeeper, plays for Arsenal."

"See? You know them all. Relax."

"I just want to do this right. You are the one into sports, not me."

"You'll be fine, you already know them all from the Euros."

"Yeah" he says, letting out a big sigh. "What about you? Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be?"

"You may be meeting one of your crushers."

"I don't have a crush on anyone on the national team."

"Oh, c'mon Eleanor. You watch all their games, you must fancy at least one of them."

"I don't" I shrug.

"Not even Mason Mount? I've heard girls think he is fit."

"That he is what?" I laugh.

"Fit. That's what Sophie says about boys who are handsome and attractive."

"Yes, Sophie. But not you."

"Why? Because I'm old?"

"No, because you are the King of England."

"Whatever" he says. "You don't like anyone, then?"

"No one. So you better not try anything or do what you did when we met One Direction years ago."

"What did I do?"

"Tell Niall Horan that I had a crush on him? That I had photos of him in my room?"

"Oh, yes" he chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't do it again. I learnt my lesson."

"You better. Just imagine that someone hears something and runs to the press with it. I can already see the headlines: Princess Eleanor in love with a football player. And they'll probably pick the worst option."

"Like Grealish."

"You said it, I didn't" I laugh.

"We've arrived, sir" our driver says.

"Good, good. Are you ready?"

"Ready" I say, taking a deep breath before we step out of the car.

As part of all the media events the national football team is doing before they travel to Canada for the World Cup, we are meeting with them to say our farewells and also give them a little something to remember the occasion. And when I say we, I mean my dad, King Philip of England, and I, Princess Eleanor, heir to the throne.

"Welcome to St. George's Park, your Royal Highness" Gareth Southgate says when we walk in. "The boys are waiting over here."

"Wonderful" my dad says. "How are they feeling?"

"Ready. They can't wait to get on that plane."

After a few words from my dad and the gaffer, it's time to give the players that little something we had for them: a shirt with their number and the name of all the players who have previously worn it.

"We'll do one each, ok?" my dad tells me.

"Ok."

We start calling each player, congratulating them and posing for a photo, everything going smoothly... until it doesn't. Until I froze in place when I find myself looking at the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

"Your Royal Highness" he says with a smile as breathtaking as his eyes.

"Hi" I reply, my voice sounding all squeaky.

"I was looking forward to meeting you."

"Me? Really?"

"Yes, ma'am. My mum is a big fan of yours, she says you are the best royal."

"Oh, she's too kind" I giggle. I giggled. Why did I do that? What am I, 12?

"Should we pose for the photo?"

"Uh?" I ask, still looking at him. How is he real? How is it possible that I had never noticed that Declan Rice was this handsome?

"The photo, Eleanor" my dad says behind me.

"Oh, yes, sorry. The photo" I repeat, trying to compose myself a bit.

"Big smiles... Perfect" the photographer says.

"Thank you" Declan smiles, taking the box where the shirt is, our fingers touching slightly but making me feel electricity through my whole body. And call me crazy, but judging by the way he looked at me when it happened, he felt the same.

Once we are done giving all the shirts, Southgate gives my dad and I a tour of St. George's Park, but I can't stop thinking about Declan. About his eyes, his smile, about the way that small touch made me feel. I still don't know how I managed to keep going, to be honest.

When we walk outside, some players are practicing free kicks on the training pitch, Declan among them.

"Eleanor, why don't you show these boys how it is done?" my dad says.

"What?"

"We all saw you training with the lionesses, ma'am. That right foot of yours can do things" Mount chuckles.

"But I'm not wearing the right shoes."

"C'mon, ma'am" Southgate insists.

"Ok, then. But if I end up breaking a window, or worse, my ankle... it is your fault" I say, making them all laugh.

"Ready, Rambo?" Rashford asks before shooting.

"Give me your best!" Ramsdale shouts.

"That was so good" my dad says when Rashford scores. "Your turn now, darling."

"Ma'am" Declan says, giving me a ball.

"Thank you" I reply, trying to avoid looking at him, my cheeks already getting hot. "Don't go soft on me, Ramsdale."

"I won't, ma'am" he says with that big smile of his.

"See?" I sigh after shooting and sending the ball far far away. "Wrong shoes."

"Try again" Declan says, putting another ball in front of me. "I know you can do it."

"Will you pay for the window I'm going to break?"

"And I'll carry you to the infirmary myself if you break your ankle" he smirks, making me feel funny things on my stomach, and my father clear his throat behind us.

"Ok" I whisper, trying to forget the thought of his arms around me and taking a deep breath, focusing only on the ball.

"I knew it!" Declan says next to me when the ball goes in, Ramsdale not being able to stop it.

"You believed in me more than I did."

"I've seen you play before, I know what you can do."

"You have?"

"Yep. When you were like... 15? You played a charity game in my area and my mum took the whole family to watch you. I remember that you scored and amazing free kick."

"Oh, wow. I don't know if I remember that day" I chuckle. "I'll have to check the photos back home. I may even see you."

"I didn't look this good, tho. You may not recognize me" Declan says with a cheeky smile.

"But you still had the same eyes, didn't you? Those are hard to miss."

"Thank you, ma'am" he replies, his cheeks turning a dark shade of pink. Did I just make him blush? Me? Oh, wow. "I also remember that I didn't expect a princess to play football like that."

"What did you expect, then?" I ask, raising a brow.

"I don't know" he shrugs. "Maybe that you enjoyed other type of sports, like cricket or that thing with the horses."

"Equestrianism."

"That one, yes."

"Posh sports."

"Yeah..." he chuckles, scratching the back of his head and making the muscles on his arm pop. Why did he have to do that when I was finally acting normal around him, maybe even flirting? Now I'm stuck again just looking at him.

"We must go, Eleanor."

"What?"

"It's time for us to go, the boys have to train" my dad says.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"It was really nice meeting you, ma'am" Declan says.

"You too."

"See you in Canada?"

"See you in Canada" I repeat

"Great" he says with a big smile that makes whatever I'm feeling on my stomach be more intense. "Until then."

"Bye" I say, definitely smiling like an idiot.

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"That was nice, wasn't it?" my dad says once we are back in the car.

"Really nice, yes."

"Fell in love with any of them?"

"What?" I say, feeling my cheeks getting hotter and hotter by the second.

"I was only joking, relax."

"Oh" I reply with a nervous laugh.

"You are a clever girl. You know that you can't fall in love with a football player."

"Why not? You married mum and she was a journalist."

"One with a degree and a PhD, a serious career. These boys have nothing beyond money and being good looking. At least some of them" he chuckles.

"These days more and more players are studying while playing, tho" I point out.

"Still, it isn't enough. You are meant to be the next Queen of England. You must marry accordingly."

"Dad, this isn't the 15th century."

"I know, I know. But there are certain things that must still be kept in mind. So when you travel to Canada to support the team, do not fall for any of them, ok?" he laughs.

"Ok" I say, rolling my eyes and looking out the window, thinking that it may be a bit late for that.

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I know we also that video of pedri taking the note from the fan…I feel like he couldn’t say no so can you do an imagine where his y/n is there & sees it happen & gets upset but she doesn’t want to tell pedri bc it’s silly so he finally notices something is up when she doesn’t want to sleep in the same bed as him so he reassures her & talks to her about how saying no wouldn’t of been a good look. I feel like pedri as bf is very reassuring we love that

A/N: aaah this one is so cute. We love reassuring bf Pedri. I feel like he’s so soft and caters to his gf and is just 🤌🏼

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Pedri had just finished giving his speech after winning the award for best Barça player. He walked towards the end of the stage and as soon as he stepped down a swarm of fans surrounded him for pictures and autographs. You smiled as he looked over at you and offered you a half smile. You scrunched up your nose at him and laughed. He loved his fans but you knew sometimes he became overwhelmed. You stood in the background waiting for security to signal it was time to escort you guys out. You walked a little closer to the crowd and saw as Pedri posed for a picture and a girl handed him a paper which he quickly put in his pocket.

You bit the inside of your lip as you saw the girl turn around with a smile on her face. She didn’t see you looking and for what it was worth she probably didn’t even know you were with him. He wanted to protect you and hadn’t made your relationship public without realizing that in doing so it was hurting you more than whatever comments the fans made would.

You saw as the girl smiled at the person she was with and looked back at your boyfriend. Pedri didn’t look at her. He continued to take pictures and eventually you were all escorted out through a side door.

As soon as Pedri walked in he looked for you. He grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You smiled back at him. -I’m so proud of you.-

Despite not wanting to make a big deal out of the girl and the paper you couldn’t help it. After the award ceremony you and Pedri went to have lunch at one of your favorite restaurants. You saw as Pedri put his hand in his hand pocket and then brought it out to grab his fork and begin eating.

You sat there thinking he was checking if the paper was still there. He had told you Gavi would get papers with numbers and Instagram handles all of the time and throw them out but it wasn’t the same when it was your boyfriend. You trusted him but part of you still wondered if he would call or follow the girl.

-Y/N … Y/N!- You heard Pedri trying to grab your attention. You looked up at him.

-Sorry what did you say?-

-I asked if I made sense when I answered the questions at the ceremony.-

You giggled. -Oh yeah, I was impressed you understood most of what she said.- You joked since Pedri was trying his best to learn Catalan. He rolled his eyes. -I’m trying my best.-

-T’estimo molt.- You said which caused him to smile. -That means you love me … a lot.-

Pedri suggested you take a walk by the beach after lunch. The two of you began to walk towards the pathway when you noticed Pedri walking with his hands in his pants pockets. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed. As you walked by Pedri’s car you turned around and looked at him. -Actually, can we just go home?-

-Is everything okay?- He asked as he walked closer to you.

-I’m getting tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.- You lied. He looked at you slightly confused since the two of you had planned to stay out all afternoon. He leaned in closer to you pushing you against his car. He gave you a kiss as his arms wrapped around you.

-Te amo.-

You spent the afternoon avoiding Pedri. You told him you were going to take a nap in the bedroom while he played video games with Gavi in another room. You scrolled through your phone only to become more annoyed when videos began to pop up of Pedri grabbing the paper the girl gave him.

You were just finishing putting on your pajamas when you heard Pedri telling Gavi he was going to get off. Pedri walked into the bedroom looking at his phone. You could see him typing. He locked his phone and put it in his pocket.

-Do you want to watch a movie? You can chose.- He said looking at you from head to toe. You grabbed a hoodie from the closet and began to put it on.

-I have some work to do.- He frowned.

-I can keep you company.- He tried hugging you but you pushed him away. -I need to concentrate.- You walked out of the room.

You sat in the living room with your laptop open pretending to work. The truth was as the day had progressed you had become more and more upset about the paper and you were trying your best to not lash out on your boyfriend. About thirty minutes later you heard footsteps and felt as Pedri hugged you from behind placing his chin on your shoulder.

-Are you done?- He began to kiss your neck causing you to shove him away with your shoulder. -No.- You said coldly as he looked at your blank screen.

-You haven’t written anything.- He said.

-Can you just leave me alone please?-

He stared at you and furrowed his brows. -Are you mad at me?-

-No.- You turned back to your computer screen and heard as he walked back to the bedroom.

A few minutes later you hear his footsteps again. You roll your eyes and hear his voice behind you. -Can we please talk?-

-About?- you didn’t turn around to look at him.

-Something is clearly bothering you and I can’t do anything about it if I don’t know what it is.-

You turned around. -Who were you messaging with?- He looked confused.

-Gavi.-

You shook your head. -You had just finished playing with him, good try Pedri.-

He unlocked his phone and handed it over to you. -Check if you want to. Is this about that girl from the ceremony?-

You stared at him slightly embarrassed knowing it was silly to get like this but you couldn’t help it.

-Maybe.- You said.

He laughed. -I saw the videos and that’s exactly why I took it. First, she wouldn’t leave my side until I grabbed the paper. Second, do you know how awkward it would be not to take it? And third, she said something about Gavi so it was probably for him.-

-Didn’t you open it?- You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. -I could have if I hadn’t thrown it out once we went into the back room.-

He walked closer to you and grabbed your hands. -Is this why we didn’t go take a walk on the beach? Why you’ve been staring at a blank screen for the last hour?-

-I know it’s stupid but I can’t help but feel jealous.- You try to explain. He smiles and grabs your chin.

-It’s not stupid. You feel what you feel, but you have nothing to worry about. T’estimo a tu, a ningú més.- I love you, nobody else.

He leaned in and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss.

-You’re the only one that matters, mi Niña.-

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