❦ - Retail Therapy.. Or Not?

AWHH

Hey I love your work can you please do a fic with Gavi were the reader is a professional tennis player and they are trying to get to watch each others matches but it's like really difficult. That would be soo cool. And maybe the reader is like Pedris sister or something. And he wants to see every match of her even if it's in halftime and their like dating since their 15 . Thank you

❦ - love && war.

summary:: you’re both supportive of each others careers but obviously there’s obstacles. matches, opens, you name it. that’ll never let it stop gavi though.

warnings:: no

writers note:: i feel bad for spam posting but in my defense they’ve been marinating in my drafts for honestly a while and i still have loads to write so bare w me! i keep on forgetting to post but @cherryloveshs & sometimes @barcapix has to keep me humble 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @cherryloveshs @universefcb

dating pablo gavi was a constant battle, not because he made things difficult (well, maybe sometimes), but because trying to align your schedules was practically impossible.

you were both professional athletes, both constantly traveling, both juggling training, matches, and media responsibilities. it was hard enough keeping up with your own career, let alone finding time to see each other.

but somehow, against all odds, you’d been making it work since you were fifteen.

‘where are you watching from?’

the text came through as you were tying your shoelaces, preparing for your next match in a wta tournament in madrid. you barely had time to check your phone before your coach called you over, but when you saw gavi’s name, you quickly typed back.

you: i thought you had a game?

gavi: i do. but halftime is soon. i’ll find a way.

you shook your head, smiling. of course he would. gavi had a champions league match tonight, yet here he was, making sure he didn’t miss your game.

true to his word, at halftime, when the rest of the team was getting their tactics from hansi, gavi was on his phone, sitting at the very edge of the bench so no one could block his signal.

‘bro, seriously?’ ferran torres raised a brow, watching as gavi adjusted the brightness.

‘shut up,’ gavi muttered, completely focused.

pedri, sitting beside him, leaned over to glance at the screen. ‘what’s the score?’

‘first set just started.’

pedri smirked. ‘you realize you have a game to play, right?’

‘yeah, yeah,’ gavi waved him off, barely paying attention.

this was normal by now. every chance he got, whether it was in a hotel room after a champions league away match, or during team flights, or, apparently, at halftime, he was watching your matches.

because if he couldn’t be there in person, this was the next best thing.

but when he could be there?

gavi would move mountains to make it happen.

which was exactly how he ended up flying straight from a la liga match in barcelona to paris, just to watch you play in the french open.

he landed at the very last minute, wearing a hoodie pulled low over his face as he slid into the stands, next to pedri, who had made the trip as well.

‘you’re insane,’ pedri muttered, watching as gavi exhaled, still catching his breath from sprinting through the airport.

‘does she know you’re here?’

gavi shook his head. ‘not yet.’

he wanted it to be a surprise. and when you finally looked up after winning a crucial point, your eyes scanning the crowd, the second they landed on him, he knew you’d seen him.

your expression flickered between shock and something softer, something that made the entire exhausting trip worth it.

gavi didn’t care that he was running on barely any sleep. didn’t care that hansi was definitely going to have words with him when he got back.

all that mattered was this.

seeing you. supporting you. the same way you always supported him.

when the match ended, when you won, you barely had time to process it before you were running toward him.

pedri sighed. ‘madre mia, she’s coming.’

‘shut up,’ gavi said, already standing.

and then you were in front of him, sweaty, exhausted, but so fucking happy.

‘what the hell are you doing here?’ you demanded, out of breath.

‘watching you win,’ he grinned, his voice filled with pride.

you shook your head, laughing. ‘you’re crazy.’

‘for you? always.’

and then, despite the cameras, despite the entire stadium watching, you threw your arms around him, hugging him so tight it knocked the breath from his lungs.

but he didn’t mind.

because this, this chaotic, impossible, beautiful life you had together, was worth everything.

Sick Days - (João Felix)

Warnings - sickness

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“João!” You called with a hoarse to your boyfriend from the bedroom. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs to your bedroom, as João opened the door. “What do you need? Soup? More medicine? Wat~” You cut him off simply with his name, “João.” His concerned expression turned into a soft and gentle one as you said his name. Even when sick you still made him feel loved. “Yes?” He responded with the same, gentle tone you had gave him. “Cuddles?” Your voice was sore and hoarse as you spoke, but still soft.

He smiled and nodded, walking over to the bed where you laid, sick and exhausted. He laid next to you, holding you close to him while kissing your head softly. “Do you feel a little better than earlier?” He asked in a whisper voice. You nodded, snuggling into him even more while your eyes closed and you started to drift off into a deep slumber. João smiled at your tiredness and held you closer while saying, “Sweet dreams, amore. I’ll be here when you wake up…” João fell asleep not much later, still holding you impossibly close.

A few hours later, João woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He looked towards the windows, seeing the sun setting. He groans and reaches for his phone, ‘Enzo Maresca’ it read - João’s coach. “Hey, what’s up?” João spoke softly, trying not to wake you. Enzo spoke, “Your going to be starting as forward for tomorrow’s game.” João’s eyes lit up, “Awesome!” He said, looking down at you he spoke once more, “I have to go for now.” Enzo paused for a moment before saying “Alright; see you tomorrow, Felix.” João hung up, grinning while playing with a strand of your hair. You stirred awake, smiling up at João, “What happened?” You asked, your voice still hoarse but better. He kissed your head while saying, “I’m starting a forward tomorrow..” You smiled even more, “That’s my baby” He chuckled, pulling you closer. “I love suck days…” You looked at him confused, “Why?” You say. He kisses you softly and muttering in between kisses, “Because I can be with you.”

do u write smut?

i’m sorry i donttt bc i’m not of age so that’s pretty much the reason behind that 😭

Hi! Sorry to bother you

Can i ask for one of joao were reader helps him to forget about his ex but later she founds out They are still talking from time to time but Its actually no how she thinks? Like angst with reader being totally insecure but with happy ending

Thank you!!

❦ - silver springs.

summary:: he said he was over her. u believed him, until u saw her name light up his phone. you tried not to care. but it’s hard to love someone who still lives in their past. you just wanted to be chosen. fully. completely. loudly. and in the end… he did.

warnings:: angst?

writers notes:: TIME CAST A SPELL ON ME. BUT YOU WONT FORGET ME? anyways yea

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

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you didn’t ask about her.

not when he first told you there was someone. not when his voice got tight talking about her. not when you noticed the way he paused before answering questions like “how long were you in love with her?”

you just listened. held his hand. let him exist without pressure. because god, you knew what heartbreak looked like, and his had barely scabbed over when you walked in.

you didn’t ask for more than what he could give. just stayed close enough to be steady. never too much. never too loud.

and he started smiling again.

he laughed with you. he kissed you like he meant it. he held you like he didn’t want to let go.

so you told yourself it was real.

even when something in your chest whispered, not quite.

even when his phone would light up with her name late at night and he’d pretend he didn’t see it.

you found out accidentally.

you weren’t snooping. not really. you were just grabbing his charger off his nightstand while he showered, and his phone buzzed, and it was instinct to glance. just a glance.

"hey. i saw your interview. you looked good."
from her.

your stomach dropped.

you didn’t open the chat. didn’t need to. your hands were already shaking.

you hadn’t heard her name in months. he hadn’t mentioned her in even longer.

and now… this?

your mind spiraled quietly. you didn’t say anything when he came out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, smile lazy and soft when he saw you. you smiled back.

but it didn’t reach your eyes.

you started noticing more after that.

the way he’d text with his phone tilted away from you. the way he’d get quiet sometimes, scrolling, jaw tense. the way he’d answer a call in the other room and come back like nothing happened.

it could’ve been anyone.
but it wasn’t.
you knew.

still, you didn’t say a word.

you started pulling away in small ways. cancelling plans. not staying the night. letting his calls go to voicemail. when he noticed, you just said you were tired. busy. nothing’s wrong.

and he believed you.

or maybe he didn’t. maybe he was just waiting for you to say it.

you almost did one night, when he took you to dinner and held your hand the whole time and kissed your forehead and said “i love you” like it was a truth he’d always known.

your heart cracked.

because you wanted to believe him.

but her name still sat in your bones. still itched under your skin. still whispered you’re second best. always were.

you cried that night when he fell asleep beside you, arms around your waist, breath warm on your neck.

silent tears. shaking shoulders.

he didn’t wake up.

you told yourself you were overreacting.

that maybe they were just friends. maybe they talked sometimes and it didn’t mean anything. maybe he’d moved on and you were the one stuck.

but you knew what heartbreak looked like.
you knew what grief looked like.
and sometimes, you still saw it in his eyes.

like he was still waiting for her shadow to disappear.

and you?
you were just holding the light.

you didn’t mean to see it.

again, you weren’t looking.

you were sitting on his couch one rainy afternoon, one of those quiet days where the world feels far away. he was in the kitchen making you tea, hoodie sleeves pushed up, soft music playing from his phone.

it buzzed once.

then again.

your name was on the mug he was holding.

her name was on the screen.

and you looked. again.

"still can’t believe it’s you in the red kit. i always thought you'd wear blue."
"you still look good."

your hands curled into fists.

it was always her.

her voice in his phone.
her ghost in his ribs.
her name on the edge of every silence.

you stood before you could think about it. grabbed your coat. didn’t wait.

you didn’t answer when he called.

not that night. not the next morning. not after the fifth voicemail where his voice got quieter, sadder, more confused.

you couldn’t do it.

you couldn’t be the one he loved when he was lonely. the one who kissed him back while he kept someone else alive in the back of his mind.

you weren’t a substitute. you weren’t a second choice.

you wanted to be the one.

he showed up three days later.

hair a mess, hoodie half-zipped, dark circles under his eyes like he hadn’t slept since you left.

you didn’t open the door at first.

he knocked once. then again.

then softly: ‘please, baby.’

and you opened it. because even though you were angry. even though your chest ached. even though your pride begged you not to—

you still loved him.

and he looked at you like he was afraid you didn’t anymore.

‘why didn’t you tell me you still talk to her?’

his face fell.

he didn’t lie. he didn’t deflect. he just said quietly, ‘because i knew how it would look.’

you didn’t speak.

‘i should’ve told you,’ he said. ‘but i didn’t know how. i didn’t want to hurt you.’

‘but you did.’

he looked down. ‘i know.’

he stepped closer, hands open, not touching.

‘i don’t love her anymore,’ he said.

you blinked.

‘i don’t want her back. she was my past. you—’ he exhaled. ‘you’re my now. my always, if you’ll let me be that.’

‘then why talk to her at all?’

he hesitated. then, gently:
‘because closure’s not always clean. sometimes it lingers. sometimes people try to keep a piece of you even when they shouldn’t.’

‘and you let her?’

his eyes met yours. honest. hurting.

‘i let her talk. but i didn’t answer back in the ways that matter. not anymore. not since you.’

you didn’t say anything for a long time.

the rain tapped on the windows. the silence filled every crack in your chest.

then you whispered, ‘do you still think about her?’

‘not the way i think about you.’

he reached out. touched your hand.

‘when you laugh,’ he said, ‘i don’t think of her. when you fall asleep on my chest, i’m not dreaming of anyone else. when you kiss me, i forget what it felt like to lose before you.’

tears filled your eyes.

‘i never wanted to be a replacement, joão.’

‘you’re not,’ he said, voice breaking. ‘you’re everything i didn’t know i needed.’

you let him hold you after that.

not because it fixed everything.

but because love, real love, is messy. it stumbles. it bleeds. it breaks open and still reaches forward.

and he reached for you.

held you like he’d never let go again.

whispered i’m sorry into your hair a hundred times.

kissed you like he meant forever.

and maybe it wouldn’t always be perfect.

but for the first time, it was real.

and this time, it was yours.

Balde fic where hes normally super smooth and confident but the reader has him all nervous and stuttering for the first time ever and his friends are teasing him for it 👀

Unscripted~Alejandro Balde

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I LOVED writing this so much!!

Balde was known for his charm and confidence between his teammates, especially when it comes to the topic of girls. However, when he met y/n, it was as if all his confidence vanished in seconds.

y/n was the best friend of Berta, Fermin’s girlfriend, and while she and Alejandro only exchanged a few polite words at one of the matches she had attended with Berta, something about her lingered in his mind.

Maybe it was her beauty, or kindness, maybe even confidence. He couldn’t exactly point out what it was, but ever since their first encounter, Alejandro found himself bringing her up to conversations more than he would like to admit.

And of course, his friends noticed.

“I swear she’s all you ever talk about,” Gavi once said, as the group of them were sitting at Pedri’s apartment, enjoying a chill evening.

“That’s not true,” Alejandro scoffed, knowing damn well he was lying.

“Yes you do” Lamine joined him, smirking as he gave Pedri a wink. “Last week you asked Fermin if she was single four times. In one conversation,”

Alejandro groaned before speaking again. “I didn’t–”

“You did,” Fermin interrupted with a smile. “Don’t worry though. It’s cute to see ‘Mr smooth with the ladies’ being shy about his crush”

“Leave him alone,” Pedri added with a teasing smile.

“It’s fun watching him malfunction for once,” Ansu said, making the others laugh.

“I’m not malfunctioning! You guys are annoying” Alejandro shot back, glaring at his friends

“All I’m saying is that if she’s going to be at the barbeque, we’re gonna need some popcorn for the show,” Gavi said, leaning back on the couch with a smirk.

“Please y/n. Fermin’s friends are pure chaos, and I need you to be here with me. Plus Balde is gonna be here” Berta’s teasing voice said through the phone , making y/n roll her eyes.

“I’ll come, but only because I know you can’t handle any set ups on your own” she said, making Berta hum in sarcasm

“Mhm sure” she teased making y/n chuckle

“Shut up. I have to go now” y/n said before hanging up.

“Hey guys?” Fermin said, approaching his group of friends. “Berta said that y/n is gonna be with us at the barbeque” 

Gavi let out a whistle as Pedri laughed, watching how Alejandro nearly dropped his bottle, the plastic container slipping from his hands and spilling on his shorts.

“Joder” Balde mumbled, furiously patting the wet spot on his shorts (fuck)

“Oh man he’s already losing it” Lamine burst into laughter

“Relax, Romeo,” Ansu said, smirking. “You’re gonna be fine, just don't faint when she talks to you”

“I hate you all” Alejandro said, throwing his water bottle away and going to the other part of the team, the ones who didn't know about his secret crush

By the time the boys arrived at Fermin's house, Berta and y/n had already set up everything in the backyard. Balde spotted her from the door, watching how she laughed at something Berta had said.

“She’s right there” Pedri whispered in his ear, nudging his shoulder

“I have eyes” He hissed, making Gavi chuckle from behind them.

“So go say hi to her,” Lamine urged, grinning like a kid who's just been given candy

“yeah let's see that famous Balde charm you've been bragging about in action”Ansu teased, making the group laugh once again

“I haven't been bragging–”

“Oh please,” Pedri interrupted, “I've lost count of the times you've said ‘i don't get nervous around girls’,”

Alejandro groaned, shoving his sweaty hands in his pockets

“can you guys just…stop?”

“Oh not a chance,” Fermin grinned. “you’re gonna go talk to her”

“I’m not doing it right now,” He shook his head, making Gavi snicker from behind.

“This is gonna be an interesting night,” Gavi said, rubbing his hands against each other as if getting ready for some action.

Throughout the evening, Alejandro tried his best to act normal, but it was impossible with her being so close to him.

She seemed to float through the party in her sundress so effortlessly, helping Berta out with last-minute details and chatting with everyone.

Everytime she looked his way, his heart rate skyrocketed, and he looked away immediately.

“you've been awfully quiet tonight,” y/n said with a curious smile, walking up to him as he stood awkwardly by the grill 

“I'm fine!,”he said way too quickly, his voice cracking slightly

She raised an eyebrow, her amusement evident.

“you sure about that?”

Before he could respond, Lamine appeared beside him, grinning from ear to ear 

“He's fine. just distracted by a very specific person”

Alejandro groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Lamine stop,”

“What?” Lamine grinned, “I’m just trying to help you”

“By embarrassing me?” Alejandro muttered under his breath

y/n tilted her head, clearly entertained by the exchange, “you guys are fun” she said with a soft laugh.

“Fun is one word for it” He said, shooting a glare at Lamine as he walked away, chuckling.

And as the night went on, the teasing only got worse. 

“He hasn’t tripped over his feet yet,” Pedri said, watching as Alejandro nervously handed her a plate of food before starting to make his way to them

“Give it time,” Ansu added, barely holding back a laugh.

“He’s definitely going to mess up soon,” Lamine chimed in, grinning.

“Can you all stop?” Alejandro hissed, his ears burning red.

From across the yard, Berta caught y/n's eye and gave her a knowing look. She blushed slightly, biting her lip.

Berta leaned closer and whispered something to Fermin, who burst into laughter.

“She knows,” Fermin said, nudging Alejandro. “You’re doomed, bro.”

“shit”

As the night started to wind down, y/n found Alejandro leaning against the fence, staring out at the backyard with a faraway look in his eyes.

“Hey” she said softly, walking up to him.

He jumped slightly, turning to face her with wide eyes. “oh, uh, hi”

“So you're gonna tell me what got you in the mood tonight?” she teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

“yeah…uh just tired, I guess” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

She laughed softly, before speaking again. “you're a terrible liar”

He let out a nervous chuckle, shrugging. “maybe”

“Well,” she said, stepping closer to him. “we should hang out soon. you know, just us”

Alejandro blinked, clearly caught off guard. “really?” he started, watching how she raised her eyebrows in amusement.

“I mean…yeah that'd be great. I'd like that”

She smiled at his shy state, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Good night Ale”

Before he could recover, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in place.

From across the yard, Gavi let out a loud whistle. “She made the move, and he’s still standing there like a statue!”

“He’s broken,” Pedri added, doubling over with laughter.

“I think she likes you, mate,” Fermin teased.

Alejandro groaned, burying his face in his hands. But even with all the teasing, he couldn’t stop smiling.

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❦ - a quiet kind of love.

warnings:: none!

summary:: after years together, love has settled into something softer, quieter, but no less powerful. in the midst of gavis busy career, you both find comfort in the small things.

writers note:: i lowkey have to stop myself and put me in my place whilst writing so ignore that…

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @cherryloveshs

You wake up to the sound of rain against the window, the soft pattering a familiar comfort. The sky outside is overcast, casting a grayish hue across the bedroom, but the warmth beside you makes up for it. Gavi is still asleep, face turned toward you, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. His breathing is slow, steady, the kind of peace he rarely gets when football demands everything from him.

You take a moment to watch him, something you don’t often get to do. Most mornings, he’s up before you, rushing to training, pressing hurried kisses to your forehead before disappearing out the door. But today is different, today, he doesn’t have anywhere to be.

Carefully, you reach out, fingers tracing lightly over his cheek. He stirs at the touch, eyes fluttering open, still hazy with sleep.

‘Morning,’ he mumbles, voice thick and drowsy.

‘Morning.’

He shifts, pulling you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms tighten around you, and you laugh softly. ‘You’re warm,’ he mutters. ‘Stay like this.’

You do. You let him hold you, let the quiet settle between you. There’s something about these moments that makes everything else feel far away, the stadiums, the fans, the flashing cameras. Here, he’s just Gavi. Your Gavi.

Eventually, though, hunger wins out. You press a kiss to his temple before slipping out of bed, ignoring his grumbled protests. ‘I’m making breakfast,’ you tell him.

‘Come back.’

‘You can join me in the kitchen.’

He groans but follows you not long after, appearing at the doorway in his sweatpants and one of his hoodies.

‘You look good,’ you tease, pouring him a cup of coffee.

‘Obviously.’ he says, smirking as he takes the mug from your hands. He kisses your cheek in thanks before sitting at the counter, watching as you move around the kitchen.

Breakfast is easy, eggs, toast, some fruit. Nothing extravagant, but it feels like something special just because it’s shared. Gavi reaches for your hand at some point, absentmindedly tracing patterns on your palm while he eats with his other hand. It’s a habit of his, one you don’t think he even notices.

‘You’re staring,’ he says after a while, amusement flickering in his eyes.

‘I like looking at you.’

He huffs out a laugh, cheeks tinged pink. Even now, after years together, he still blushes when you say things like that. ‘Corny,’ he mutters, but he squeezes your hand anyway.

The rest of the day passes in a comfortable blur. You lounge around the apartment, curled up together on the couch while a movie plays in the background. It’s one you’ve both seen a hundred times, but neither of you really care. Gavi’s head rests in your lap, fingers toying with the hem of your sweater, and you run your hands through his hair absentmindedly.

‘Are you happy?’ he asks suddenly, voice quiet.

The question catches you off guard. You glance down at him, brows furrowing slightly. ‘Of course I am. Why would you ask that?’

He shrugs, eyes still on the screen. ‘Just wanted to make sure.’

You pause, then lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. ‘I’m always happy with you.’

That seems to ease something in him. He turns his head slightly, lips brushing against your wrist as he exhales. ‘Good.’

Later that night, as you’re getting ready for bed, he pulls you into his arms again. He’s always been like this, clingy when he’s tired, when he doesn’t have the weight of expectations on his shoulders.

“I love you,’ he murmurs against your skin.

“I love you too.”

It’s simple. No grand declarations, no need for anything extravagant. Just the quiet, steady kind of love that lingers in the spaces between words.

And that’s more than enough.

through the storm

credits to the owner!

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

warnings: angst, argument

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

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

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

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masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He frowned, frustration creeping into his voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your chest ached, the pain was unbearable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please” he said again, his voice cracking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded slowly, his eyes shining with emotion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You swallow hard, feeling tears begin to form.

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

Pablo took your hand and squeezed it gently.

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

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

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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João req! How he would spend the readers birthday for the first time together?

❦ - yours for the day.

summary:: it’s your first birthday with joao, and he made sure to make it the best day you’ve ever had.

warnings:: uhhh none?

writers note:: i don’t think i’ve ever been so happy to see a request in my life because i had a draft vers of sum similar but i didn’t like it so bc of this i was able to give it a glow up and give it use to thank you darling! 🩵

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

your birthday had never been a big deal to you. sure, you appreciated the messages, the cake, the occasional gift, but you never expected much. so when joão asked you a week before what you wanted to do, you just shrugged.

‘whatever you want, i’m happy with.’

he had frowned at that, shaking his head. ‘nah, this is your day. i want to make it special.’

you didn’t argue, just smiled and let him plan. and now, waking up to soft kisses trailing along your shoulder, you figured you’d made the right choice.

‘bom dia, meu amor,’ he murmured, voice still heavy with sleep. ‘happy birthday.’

you turned over to face him, heart melting at the sight of his messy hair and sleepy smile. ‘thank you.’

he kissed your forehead before getting up. ‘stay in bed, i’ll be right back.’

you obeyed, stretching under the covers, wondering what he was up to. moments later, he returned with a tray, fresh fruit, pastries, a cup of coffee just the way you liked it.

‘breakfast in bed?’ you teased, sitting up.

he grinned. ‘of course. only the best for my birthday girl.’

you laughed, taking a bite of a flaky croissant. ‘if this is how you do birthdays, i might start liking them more.’

joão’s eyes softened as he watched you. ‘that’s the goal.’

the morning passed lazily, the two of you tangled in each other, talking about everything and nothing. he didn’t rush you, didn’t push any plans, just let you enjoy the slow start to the day.

eventually, he pulled you up from bed. ‘come on, we’ve got places to be.’

‘where are we going?’

he smirked. ‘not telling.’

you groaned, but let him lead you outside, where his car was waiting. the drive was peaceful, his hand resting on your thigh as he hummed along to the music.

when he finally parked, you blinked in surprise. ‘joão…’

he had taken you to an art museum, one you’d mentioned in passing months ago, saying you’d love to visit someday. you hadn’t expected him to remember.

‘you said you wanted to come here,’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘thought it’d be a nice way to spend the afternoon.’

your chest warmed at the thoughtfulness. ‘this is perfect.’

he smiled, grabbing your hand as you both walked inside.

you wandered through the exhibits, taking your time, soaking in the art. joão wasn’t the biggest art guy, but he listened when you talked about your favorite pieces, nodding along even when he didn’t fully get it.

at one point, he pulled you aside, his eyes sparkling with mischief. ‘if you could steal one painting and no one would ever know, which one would it be?’

you bit your lip, scanning the room before pointing to a serene landscape painting. ‘that one.’

he chuckled. ‘good choice. mine would be that weird abstract one over there.’

you laughed. ‘of course it would.’

after the museum, he took you to a cozy little restaurant, another place you’d mentioned wanting to try. the dinner was perfect, filled with laughter and quiet moments where he just looked at you like you were the best thing he’d ever seen.

when you got back home, you were sure the day was over. but joão had one more surprise.

he led you to the living room, where a small box sat on the table. ‘open it.’

you shot him a look. ‘joão, you didn’t have to—’

‘just open it,’ he insisted, grinning.

rolling your eyes fondly, you lifted the lid. inside was a delicate necklace, a small charm in the shape of a star hanging from the chain.

‘because you’re my estrela,’ he murmured, fastening it around your neck.

you swallowed past the lump in your throat, turning to him. ‘this is…’

he cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. ‘i just wanted you to know how much you mean to me. i hope today was everything you wanted.’

you smiled, pulling him into a hug. ‘it was perfect. you’re perfect.’

he chuckled, kissing your temple. ‘happy birthday, meu amor.’

and for the first time in a long time, you really, truly loved your birthday.

Maybeeee part 3 where they actually meet irl pookie? 🥺💙

But hear me out, they meet on accident not a planned date but wtv you feel like luv we trust in you 🛐

❦ - one wrong digit. part 3.

summary:: fate is real? isn’t it? or is it just a concept we believe from movies. idk bro and neither does joao.

warnings:: SO when i started this series, joao was still a chelsea player so we have to stick to this plot line to save my dignity!

writers note:: happy valentine’s day loves! this woulda taken me ages but i locked in bc this is my valentine’s day gift to you lot! so enjoy this and i lowkey had to speed up the plot so yk!

tags!:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

it was a cold day in kensington where you lived but you had to go to chelsea just for some errands. in the end you stumbled into a cute cafe on the edge of the road.

you don’t expect to see him. not today, not like this.

one second, you’re just going about your day, lost in your own world, and the next, you hear his voice. not through a phone speaker. not filtered by distance. but real,right there.

your brain takes a second to process it. because it’s one thing to facetime someone every day, to hear their voice in your ear at night, to recognize the way they laugh, the way they tease, the way they say your name like it belongs to them.

but it’s another thing entirely to see them in person.

you stop in your tracks, heart hammering, eyes scanning the cafe like you’re hallucinating. but no, he’s right there, standing near the counter, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone, completely unaware that you’re staring at him like the world just tilted on its axis.

you should say something. you should.

instead, your phone buzzes.

joão: what are you doing right now?

your breath catches. you glance up at him again. it’s so weird, seeing him like this, taller than you imagined, the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, how his hoodie is slightly oversized like it always is in your calls.

he still hasn’t noticed you.

nothing. why?

you watch as he reads it. he types for a second, then stops. then starts again.

joão: just wondering.

he lifts his head, eyes flicking up for just a second.

and that’s when it happens.

his gaze meets yours.

for a moment, neither of you move. you don’t breathe. he doesn’t either.

then, slowly, like he’s making sure you’re real, he lowers his phone.

‘no way,’ he murmurs.

you let out a breathless laugh, lost for words

his lips part slightly, like he doesn’t know whether to smile or freak out. ‘this is..’ he cuts himself off, shaking his head. ‘i was literally just texting you.’

you hold up your phone. ‘yeah. saw that.’

he laughs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. ‘okay, this is crazy.’

‘a little bit.’

‘like, what are the odds?’

‘apparently very low,’ you say, eyes still wide. ‘yet here we are.’

he lets out a disbelieving chuckle, then tilts his head at you, something softer in his expression now. ‘so… do we acknowledge that this is probably fate?’

you pretend to think. ‘hmm. or just a very, very weird coincidence.’

he smirks. ‘so, fate.’

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

he takes a small step closer, hesitates for half a second, then grins. ‘hi.’

and just like that, you realise, this? whatever this is? it’s real. and it’s happening.