B L V Z I L Y

Karol G’s bbg 🫶🏼 and Pablo Gavi’s wife (real)

[blvzily]

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Hi, I’m Blvzily!

Welcome to my messy blog!! Afro Latino 🇵🇷 she/her. Bad Bunny, Karol G, Rauw Alejandro lover. Requests are always open for rants, thoughts, concepts, and recommendations!!

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[blvzily]

Hey….

Tbh I don’t know how to start this. But I’m so sorry for being away for a year. 2024 was quite literally the worst year of my entire life. I’m not gonna go into detail but I wasn’t mentally in the right space to write. I’m still struggling but yk new year, new me. But 2025 is gonna be my year RAHHH 👹 I’m finally a senior and I am set to graduate from high school!

But this is just a quick update and sorta of an announcement that I’m back to taking request. I am gonna update my master list pretty soon I just have to get all the people I’m writing for down.

Anyways, love ya

[violetmuses]

Helping Out. - A. Aretas 🫂❤️‍🩹

Title: Helping Out - A. Aretas 🫂 ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Some wounds take time to heal, but peace makes a difference.

Author's Note: Here's another drabble! I've also combined some requests. Enjoy! 💜 @blvzily @blackbat05

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2024

“You took my niece to Disney World?” Detective Marcus Burnett gasped toward his longtime partner Mike Lowrey.

“It was supposed to be this huge family vacation, but Spark had cramps over the weekend.” Mike acknowledged one of your nicknames.

“Did Armando join you and Christine?” Marcus even noted Mike's wife.

“Uh-uh.” Mike whistled downward. “This fool handed us the diaper bag and sprinted back home. His girl is so spoiled.”

“Be grateful.” Marcus grumbled the truth. “At least Armando didn't walk away from his child.”

“Shut up.” Mike squinted, definitely frustrated right now. “Don't keep hanging that shit over my head.”

"Take notes from your son.” Marcus continued speaking. “His lady could blink wrong and Armando swoops over like Superman. That's what you're supposed to do, especially when ya'll got kids.”

“No Disney tale for you.” Mike stood from his desk and walked away, fed up.

“So, are you mad at me for telling the truth? I'm not lying.” Marcus almost yelled.

"Not arguing with you, all right?” Mike grabbed his keys and stepped, leaving in the fly Porsche.

____

“Mind if I come over? We need to talk.” Mike put Armando on speaker while driving.

“I'm out. What's up?” Armando wouldn't really bond with Mike, but attempts were made.

“Where's Spark?” Mike recalled one of your nicknames again.

"She just put the baby to sleep, man. What's going on?” Aretas tried once more and mentioned you, his wife.

"I don't like this attitude.” Mike went on and genuinely vented. “Where you at?”

“The store.” Armando clipped words as usual.

“Whatever. See you in a minute.” Lowrey invited himself before ending the call.

______

“I'm here!” Mike poked his head around the corner while entering your home.

“Hey, Mike! Armando just came back from the grocery store.” You started cooking as your daughter cooed from this high-chair.

“Princess ready to eat?” Mike waved to his beautiful granddaughter and this angel offered one adorable smile.

But nothing else compared when Armando returned to the kitchen.

“Princess stole your eyes.” Mike whispered as Armando beamed for once.

“Those are my mother's genes.” Aretas gently corrected his father, but would still face the Princess while smiling. "¿Tienes hambre?"

“Can't believe you settled down.” Mike took his place and sat.

“Easy when you have this one.” Armando walked toward your path and blew kisses, thankful.

You jokingly rolled both eyes and finished cooking. Even Armando and Mike helped set the table.

The little baby clapped her small hands together when everyone sat down for this meal.

Chaos didn't matter, not anymore.

[violetmuses]

Anything Goes - A. Aretas 🫂🩷

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Title: Anything Goes - A. Aretas 🫂🩷

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: Mike and Marcus babysit Armando's daughter for the very first time!

Author's Note: Here's another drabble! Enjoy. 💜 @blvzily

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2024

“Uh-uh! Told you I won't babysit.” Detective Mike Lowrey laughed through bewilderment once you and Armando pulled up.

“Too late.” Armando passes the angel to Lowrey after kissing his daughter's cheek and saying goodbye.

You laughed in the background, running for this much-needed date with your husband.

“He's gone. C'mon.” Marcus chuckled without fail as Mike struggled to understand this moment.

“She's crying. What do we do?” Mike couldn't hold the baby without asking questions.

“Spoiled by her daddy, but she still looks like Momma. Watch and learn, man.” Marcus offered his fatherhood mode.

_____

Marcus took charge this time. Mike looked on, watching as his longtime partner spent time with this little princess.

“How do you make it look so easy? She's quiet now.” Mike shook his head.

"I've been raising kids forever.” Marcus explained the truth while holding this baby. “Babies aren't easy to handle, but children can tell who's comfortable.”

“Are you saying that even babies have trust issues?” Mike asked.

“Pretty much.” Marcus almost scoffed. “Let's feed her.”

_____

“Don't pull choo-choo train nonsense. You sound stupid.” Mike didn't even curse near Marcus while Armando's baby waited in a high-chair.

"Works every time. Choo-choo!” The princess cracked up just when soft mush reached out.

“What now?” Mike nodded and took eality while seeing his granddaughter.

“Dinner, diaper-change, and bedtime.” Marcus counted priorities. “Armando should be back soon.”

“Can't believe he's a father now.” Mike shook his head.

“Believe it.” Marcus just continued feeding his niece. “At least your son married the girl first.”

“Yeah.” Mike accepted this moment and still watched his partner. Even the baby cooed.

"She's talking to you, man.” Marcus cleared his throat.

“Hey, what?” Mike allowed himself to grin near this child.

“Dada!” That little girl wiggled in this high-chair and pointed near the living room mantle, noticing one picture of Armando.

“Yeah, that's your father. Good job!” Mike raved for once. Even Marcus clapped before he helped change the baby's diaper.

_____

“She's knocked out. We had fun.” Marcus smiled toward you and Armando at the front door.

“Thanks.” Armando cradled this baby in his arms and you stood with pride, smiling to leave at the house.

“Bye, sweetheart.” Mike waved just as the car rolled away.

[blvzily]

MY BABY DADDY XAVI IS LEAVJNG BARÇA?????!!!!

[drakesfeelings]

🧸| 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ? pablo gavi.

in which, pablo’s instagram seems to become a fan account of the little family he created.

social media version - taking requests here

tw — loving father (lmao)

[side note ; this is a little drabble while im working on the requests !]

liked by fcbarcelona, yourusername and 1 million others

pablogavi agradecido para siempre 🤎 grateful for ever 🤎

view all the comments…

yourusername 🧸🤎

liked and pinned by the creator

user THIS JAISKLZLSLAA

user he wants to kill us

user MORE DAD GAVI PLS

user his kids are so pretty wtf ?????????

user look at the parents puh-lease

pedri ¿donde esta mi encantadora sobrina? where is my lovely niece ?

pablogavi haciendo pucheros porque no quería estar en las fotos 😂 pouting because she didn’t want to be in the photos 😂

user OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED THAT THEY ARE ALL MATCHING

user im obsessed with this family

user fr, they are all just so fine

user you’re weird babe

ferminlopez familia

pablogavi 🙏🏻

user THE BLUE AND BEIGE THEME PLS

liked by pablogavi, siramartinezc and 876 937 others

yourusername the gavira family on vacation 🧡

tagged — pablogavi

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pablogavi los amores de mi vida the loves of my life

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user their kids have a better shoe game than me

user pls can i be a part of the family 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

yourusername signing the adoption papers babe

user OMG JAJAJAKKALALALALA

user WAIT WHAT

user idk why but i wanna be friends w their kids

user bro

user i feel you

user JAJJZKZKA GAVI REPOSTED ON HIS INSTA STORY

user the man loves his family

siramartinezc necesidad de verte y los niños pronto 😘 need to see you and the kids soon 😘

yourusername when we come back home 🩷

aurorapaezg mi familia 😍

yourusername ❤️

user can we talk two minutes about this power couple ?

user they are so made for each other

liked by pablogavi and yourusername

@ pablogavi & @ yourusername posted new ig stories !

liked by fcbarcelona, ferrantorres and 856 987 others

pablogavi enseñando lo básico a los niños ⚽️ teaching the basics to the kiddos ⚽️

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yourusername mira definitely wants to become a footballer

pablogavi eso es mi chica 😎 that’s my girl 😎

user OMG THEIR LITTLE GIRL’S NAME IS MIRA ????

user her name is so beautiful like what

user again i’m falling for the matching shoes

user that’s a goal fr

ferrantorres tienes que traer a los niños más a menudo hermano !!!!!!!!!!!! you have to bring the kids more often brother !!!!!!!!!!!

pablogavi 🤣

lamineyamal i agree

ferminlopez me 2

pedri ME 3

user i want a loving father so bad

user the daddy issues in this comment section…

user exposing people on the internet i see

user imagine having pablo gavi as your father, [your name] as your stunning mother and a bunch of footballers as uncles ???????

user the dream

user the gavira family vacation arc is over 😔

fcbarcelona our youngest players ❤️💙

liked by pablogavi, annalewandoska and 989 765 others

yourusername summer’s vacation throwback (and isaiah showing off his outfit) 🤍

tagged — pablogavi

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pablogavi 🤍

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user GOD I THOUGHT Y’ALL WERE DEAD

user IZKSKLZLZLZLLALZ FINALLY

user got us worried pookie 🙏

user i was def thinking that her and gavi might have broke up

pablogavi never

user SCREAMING AND CRYING

user STOP BRO

annalewandoska gorgeous family ❤️

yourusername love you

pedri hope isaiha is missing me

lamineyamal no he is missing me more to care

aurorapaezg y’all shut up, im his favorite auntie 🙄

user never been more relieved than actually that’s crazy

liked by yourusername, aurorapaezg and 897 965 others

pablogavi mamá y papá noche. feliz 4 años mi amor ❤️‍🔥mommy and daddy’s night out. happy 4 years my love ❤️‍🔥

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yourusername te amaré toda mi vida i’ll love you all my life

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user STOP BEING SO CUTE

user ITS BEEN 4 YEARS ALREADY ??????

user time flies and i’m still single

user you’ll find one day my love

user stop being sweet or i’m gonna fall in love with you

user ok then ill stop

aurorapaezg can you stop stealing my sister-in-law from me 🙄

yourusername like fr let us live our romance alone 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

pablogavi [your name] go to sleep it’s late

yourusername ok 😔

user need that type of love

@ yourusername posted new instagram stories !

pablogavi responded to your story —

🤣🤣🤣🤣

stop this

wait you’re fr ?

another kid isn’t a bad idea

come home

@ drakesfeelings 👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

[bhristsunami]

Karol G | Medellín concert + rehearsals

[blvzily]

i fucking love my bbg Karol sm😫

[blvzily]

New Year’s Baby | Sergio Ramos

Paring: Sergio Ramos x female reader

Warnings: none, just extremely fluffy

Summary: Celebrating New Year with a new member of the family

The two of you recently had your fifth and last child the day after Christmas. The both of you didn’t expect the baby to come the day after, but once you told Sergio you felt contractions late on Christmas, he immediately rushed you to the hospital.

14 hours later, your beautiful baby girl, Valentina Ramos, was born. Your sons were so happy to finally have a sister instead of a brother.

It was a huge adjustment to have another girl in the house that wasn't you. But quickly, that cluelessness went away.

Today is New Year's Eve. You're hosting the party at your house because Sergio said that it'll be easier on you and Valentina.

You were getting your final touches on your outfit when Sergio walked in.

"Y/NI, got the boys all ready?" He said this as he walked over to you and gave you a peck on the lips, which you could help but smile at. Then he saw his daughter lying down on the bed. "¡Aye dios mio! ¡Mira mi linda princesa!" Oh my God! Look at my pretty princess! Sergio gushes over Valentina as he carefully picks her up and gives her a kiss.

"I can't believe she was born a couple days ago, and she's already celebrating New Year's Eve with us!" You add as you caress her hand.

"I know. But this is going to be one of many holidays she's going to spend with us! Right princesa?" His deep voice added.

Soon after, yours and Sergio's family came to your house to celebrate the New Year! All of you ate a delicious dinner, played dominoes, danced, and the adults, apart from you, drank some alcohol.

Then, when the clock struck midnight, the whole house cheered in happiness. You and Sergio kissed your kids and family in good luck! Sergio walks up to you, holding Valentína, and kisses you.

“¡Felicidades Y/N! I’m so happy to have you in my life, and I’m so glad our family is finally  complete."Sergio says this as he hugs you. You smile back at him, bringing whatever the new year brings to you with open arms.

¡Feliz año nuevo! I hope yall guys are doing well and I hope the new year treats all of you well! I was supposed to post this last night but I passed out midway writing this 🫤 but anyways my ask box is always open for requests!

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[babyripgut]

No borraré tu contacto y estoy al tanto por si volvemos

[overnowsfcb]

valentine; pablo gavi

summary: experimenting love for the first time feels kind of weird, in the best way of the word.

warnings: none, just fluff.

word count: 1,8k

it was the first time you felt like you were inside a love story, the first time you empathized with the protagonists who felt butterflies in their stomachs every time they saw their beloved or smiled at the mere thought of them.

throughout your high school, you were that girl who had to witness your friends telling stories about holding hands, kissing and having sex with the right person, and helping them write and decorate letters for their partners on valentine’s day.

the only solution you found to dive into that world was in the books and movies. all you read was romance, hoping for one in real life. a kiss underneath the rain, a jacket around your shoulders when the air got cold, someone to accompany and hear you.

fortunately, your friends never made you feel left out. but you couldn't help but feel that way every time you saw them smile with their significant others. the epitome of that feeling was when you blew out the eighteen candles in your birthday cake, it felt like sealing your fate.

everyone applauding and cheering that you reached the majority of age. the only thing you did when everyone left wasn't opening the amount of presents they had given you.

you sat on the couch with the lights off and put your favorite rom-com on the tv, searching for ice cream on the fridge and a blanket. you knew every word of the movie, every scene, every detail. 

you had the same reaction as the first time you saw it. in a slumber party, when you were twelve. and that contrast is what gave you distress and shame, it had been six years and you still haven't had a romance. tears began to fall from your eyes, thinking that that person who would make you feel unique would never come.

it was almost funny how you manifested it in your life after watching it over and over again. after holidays, you applied for the first job that had vacancies to help your mother with your two younger siblings; she was having trouble covering everything with a single income.

your job at a small bookstore hidden in a secluded corner of barcelona didn't pay much, but it was your favorite place. you enjoyed organizing books, recommending them, and having conversations about them with interested customers.

you never would have imagined seeing one of your brother's favorite football players enter that store. the little bell above the door chimed, and you quickly looked up from the book you were finishing, right at the best part.

"buenas," (hi.) he said, approaching the counter. you tucked the book beneath it and stood up from the stool.

"buenas tardes, ¿cómo puedo ayudarte?” (good afternoon, how can I help you?) you smiled formally, just as you did with all customers. you were amazed at how pretty he was; your brother always watched his interviews, and you knew quite a bit about his life. however, you couldn't understand why it felt like a breeze of air had reached your face when he stood up in front of you.

"i was looking for a book for my sister. a birthday gift." you nodded and asked him to specify a bit more about her interests, and what genre she liked.

"ah, she's into mystery novels," he replied, his eyes scanning the shelves as if trying to find the perfect gift.

you led him to the mystery section, explaining the different authors and their styles. as you chatted, you couldn't help but notice how down-to-earth and friendly he was. you were an expert talking to new people, but this felt different, it was the perfect cadence.

he eventually settled on a classic detective novel, expressing gratitude for your assistance. as he paid for the book, he asked, "would it be too much trouble to have it gift-wrapped? it's a surprise for her, you see."

you gladly agreed, and as you carefully wrapped the book, he continued the conversation. he shared anecdotes about his sister's love for mystery stories and how he hoped this gift would bring her joy.

little did you know that after that interaction that brightened the rest of your day, it would turn into something much more significant.

you pondered whether you would see him again. had he felt the same as you? or maybe it was just your desperation, and how notting hill was engraved in your subconscious.

but sometimes, movie scripts weren't entirely wrong, like when you heard the little bell of the store ringing again a week later, this time while you were arranging some new books that had arrived, perched on the ladder.

"hi," he greeted excitedly. you directed your gaze to where the sound came from, and a smile appeared on your face. you were almost overcome with excitement, but you held on tightly to the ladder to not fall.

"good morning," you said, finishing arranging a book and descending from the ladder.

"my sister loved the book! she said it was the best gift ever," he beamed, making you feel great. he extended an invitation for coffee as a token of appreciation.

you didn't even know if it was professional to accept it while you were working, but you weren't hurting anyone. and that was the best decision you could ever make in your life.

every hope that you had murdered with resentment now resurrected with a new shine. what you thought was your destiny was just a moment in time.

it had been a challenge for pablo to make you believe that he truly wanted to be with you. countless times, he felt the need to explain how wonderful and precious you were.

you didn't know how to react to his compliments or sudden kisses. he was so spontaneous and impulsive, and you were so calculated and cold because he was everything you had ever dreamed of. but what if it was just a dream that could crumble at any moment?

yet, he took it upon himself day and night to make you feel like the most cherished woman. and how could you not feel that way with those crystal-clear eyes looking at you as if you were a sunset over the ocean?

he loved your laughter so much that he couldn't help but make jokes or clown around at every opportunity that presented itself.

he showed you a new way to see life, to explore a new spectrum of colors that had been withheld from you for so long, and dispelled certain beliefs that were imposed on your mind.

even your mother and your own friends adored him; they couldn't ask for more than your first love to be with such a dedicated and understanding guy, dispelling any lingering doubts.

he was the person who listened to you talk about your favorite books but also, had no problem listening when you complained about something going wrong.

the smallest and most imperceptible details were what made you fall a little more in love with him every day, confirming that you wanted to be by his side for eternity.

his angelic voice was engraved in the back of your mind, the first “i love you”, the sweet nothings he whispered in your ears the first time you decided to make love, assuring you that he would take care of you at every moment. and, of course, he protected his word, a man who never failed you.

sometimes, just sometimes, when you understood the great person the universe put in your path and remembered that you haven’t lose your mind trying to find a man like him. when you remembered his touch was completely real —something that took quite a while to accept— you flaunted him in front of everyone.

his eskimo kisses every time you felt down had become so essential and pure that they automatically reset your mind.

and you couldn’t forget how he had the gift of turning the simplest things into memories that you would fantasize to tell your grandchildren, sitting side by side, full of gray hair and wrinkles. the beauty of simplicity.

it was truly a movie-like love. a movie that your 16-year-old self would love with all her heart, and now you were living it firsthand, and it was true. it existed, and no one could take it away from you.

“i don't ever wanna let go of you. i want us to stay like this, like sloths, for the rest of our lives.” you giggled, amused by his antics and nose nuzzling affectionately against your neck. he squeezed your waist with his hand and got you trapped with his leg over your body.

“i would love to do that too, baby. but unfortunately, we're only human, and i still can't be late for work.” you moved his leg and replacing the pout of his lips with a sweet kiss. you could spend hours listening to him talk. 

he grabbed your cheeks and showered your face with kisses while you laughed. “seriously!”

“i hate that you have to work.”

“you should be grateful, because if i didn't have this job, you would've never meet me.” his eyes sparkled with affection as you headed off, leaving behind the warmth of his presence but carrying the glow of his love within you. 

he often wondered if you knew you were his first true love. none of the women who came before you stood up to the way he couldn't help but think and speak of you, of your remarkable essence as a person.

it was as if meeting you had illuminated a part of his soul he didn't know existed—a feeling so profound, it reshaped his understanding of love. your presence felt like the missing piece he'd been searching for, and with every passing day, he found himself falling deeper.

once, he couldn't fathom the allure of romantic movies, convinced they portrayed an unrealistic, overly idealized version of love. how could it possibly measure up to reality? it felt like a sudden twist in the game when he discovered the depth of love in the embrace of a girl who adored those movies. it was through this realization that he understood—love was far more beautiful than any screenwriter could ever capture. 

the movies could never capture the immensity of his emotions during those fleeting moments when he danced with you, be it in the disco or under the soft kitchen light because it held the same intimacy. it was in the way your voice still trembled ever so slightly when you praised him and the way your cheeks flushed with color when he returned the compliment.

for both of you, it was a fairytale woven into reality. you, always yearning for it, and him, a skeptic who never believed in such tales.

the enchantment and genuineness were evident in every shared glance and each entwined finger. it was etched in the lines of your palms, you were meant to be timeless.

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🇺🇾 Suárez to Inter Miami

[judebelle]

Can I request Gavi? Xavi is y/n uncle and her and Gavi are a new couple; and they’re still at the shyness stage of dating. So y/n go into the locker room to talk to her uncle and the team is poking at Gavi to go hug or kiss his girlfriend.

a/n : this is so middle school crush coded i love it

cw : nothing this is just fluff lol

wc : idk this is short tho

pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader

perfect

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you were sat in the vip section of a barcelona match. since your uncle was the manager, you got to sit up here and knew most of the players personally. some of them probably felt forced to interact with you since your uncle was their boss, but you didn't mind the thought of it.

one particular boy took a special liking to you around a month ago.

you and pablo had started talking more and he ended up asking you to be his girlfriend after a practice you had visited.

you two didn't get to see each other as nearly as you had wanted, partly because of pablo's busy schedule, and partly because you were both still very... awkward around each other.

although not seeing each other often, you two went on a few dates which were.. let's just say interesting.

during your first dinner date, pablo accidentally spilled a bit of water on your lap while trying to show you the missing button on his sleeve. you both ended up laughing it off, but you could tell he was embarrassed.

or when you two would walk together, your hands would occasionally brush against each other, urging some blushes and hesitant smiles.

pablo would fumble with his words whenever he tried to give you a compliment.

"your dress looks um.. you look really.. good, er- beautiful, or pretty, whatever you prefer."

you saw it as a cute innocence. you didn't mind having to wipe water off your skirt if you got to see that pink fluster creep up his cheeks every now and then.

you were shaken out of your thoughts as you heard cheers erupt from around you. joao felix had just scored the opener against antwerp on his debut. you stood up and cheered. you didn't know him too well yet, but him and pablo seemed to be hitting it off on the field.

some time passed, and the score was 3-0, one an own goal, and two from joao. you paid close attention to the game now, waiting for pablo to score. you had a feeling he would, and you didnt want to miss it.

once he actually scored, you couldn't contain your excitement, clapping and cheering for him with genuine enthusiasm. caught up in the moment, pablo shyly pointed towards you in the stands, and his face lit up with a proud smile at the sight of your applause. he sends a heart your way, making yours skip a beat.

pablo's teammates playfully teased him about his new romance, finding it cute to see two young people so smitten with each other.

the whistle blew, signalling the end of the game. you stood from your seat, grabbed your phone and lipgloss, applying as you walked down the stairs. you made your way to the tunnel to talk to your uncle and congratulate the team, specifically a special brown haired boy.

you didn’t see him around, so you waited for a bit, but grew impatient. you walked towards the locker room and pushed a knock against the door. “it’s me!” you called out, like usual.

the boys called out jumbled words, but you could make out your uncle’s “come in”. you pushed open the door to see him talking to the boys in the locker room, all still dressed in their kits. they drank water and listened to him intently.

he was going on about some new playing methods and strategies but also included how he was proud of their win. he sent the joao’s a smile and the locker room erupted in cheers. water was splashed around and they got some pats on the back. you congratulated them with a smile and turned to your uncle.

“congratulations, the team did well, courtesy of you, of course.” you flashed xavi a toothy grin and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

he smiled back and ruffled the hair you just fixed, earning a whine from you. “thank you, princesa. means a lot coming from someone like you.” he winked sarcastically before pressing a kiss to your forehead. you smiled softly at the gesture.

“so, i was wondering if-“ your words were cut off by hushed whispers and giggles coming from over xavi’s shoulder. you peered over to see jules poking pablo’s rib. pablo smacked his hand away in embarrassment before pedro made a kissing sound at him.

“stop, stop it!” pablo whisper shouted, a tinge of red creeping up his neck. fermin snuck up behind pablo and whispered to him in his ear before ushering him forward. “go say hi, she’s waitinggg!”

“seriously, can you guys not?!”

“oh come on, go give her a hug, lover boy” alejandro had joined in on the games too, messing pablo’s hair up before nudging pedro. “bro, look at how red his face is!” they both laughed at pablo who looked like steam was about to erupt from his ears.

his lips were caught in a pout, his fists balled up, and he was doing everything in his power not to look your way.

eventually, almost the whole squad had joined in on the teasing, pushing pablo towards you. xavi had moved to the side at this point, a admiring smirk playing on his lips as he watched an embarrassed pablo being shoved towards you.

you stood there awkwardly until you finally met face to face. he gulped nervously.

“hi..” he looked as if he’d just seen a ghost.

“hi?” your eyebrows furrowed at his widened eyes. after a few seconds of silence, you spoke again.

“congratulations, you played well.”

you sent him a soft smile so contagious he caught one too. “really?” it almost sounded as if he didn’t believe your words.

“your, um- your goal was my favourite..” you bit your lip and looked up at pablo through your eyelashes.

he was about to respond until a chant echoed through the room.

“hug! hug! hug! hug! hug!”

you felt the familiar heat rise up from your ears and saw an almost identical reflection on pablo’s face.

an apologetic smile snuck its way onto his face before he whispered out,

“may i?”

you couldn’t help but giggle before you opened your arms, ready for his embrace. your bodies connected and you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. you fit together so perfectly. his hands were unsure at first, but slowly secured around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck.

the room erupted in cheers and applause, some shouting out “aww” and “oooh”. you couldn’t help but laugh into pablo’s shoulder.

oh how perfect this felt.