summary. sometimes love can't solve everything in this world.
pairing. pablo gavi x fem!reader
warnings. angst, cheating, brief mention of sexual content so mdni.
word count. 1,383
author's note. hiii!!! everyone i came back. this was requested but i accidentally deleted it, so i don't know if it's completely what you wanted, sorry :(
He was acting strange. Pablo was one of those people who hated to fail, whether it was himself, his beloved team, his family, and within all that twisted and distorted pyramid in search of perfection, there you were, at the top of the pyramid with a golden crown and a throne decorated with your favorite flowers.
The love of his life. The person he dreamed of marrying and, well, what an average person might dream of being with such an angelic and magnetic woman like you. Having children, pets, a very large house with a yard and blah, blah, blah. The typical 'and they lived happily ever after'.
Although fairy tales are just that, right? Fables created for children, where everything is possible, and dreaming costs just the snap of your fingers or closing your eyes and letting yourself go.
But when adulthood hits you hard, and you enter the cruel and wicked world where stories are ripped from your skin and that special shell you had for dreaming, almost like taking the shell off a turtle, you end up defenseless. Looking at the world painted with a layer of grey staining every single thing.
And you knew that Pablo was not an average person and never would be in his life, thanks to his career and the scrutiny on him, which led him to make quick and sometimes very wrong decisions.
The pressure from the media, and his inner circle, and meeting each of the expectations placed upon him was too difficult.
Not to mention the moment he suffered his injury. God, you prayed and cried by his side, embracing him and assuring him that everything would be okay, that he would be better thanks to his resilience and passion.
But it wasn't enough to fill that immense void that consumed him and deteriorated his organs like a parasite as he watched his teammates and friends on the field while he, with the little luck he had run with, had to sit and watch from the stands.
He needed something at that time, something he believed would solve his problems. Just once, he told himself, and y/n doesn't even have to find out.
He had been very cautious about it, arranging the time and place with one of the many models filling his Instagram messages (something he always deleted because he was never interested in anyone but you), and he met with her in a luxurious and reserved hotel.
A blonde girl, green eyes. Tight red dress and plump lips. Just out of a magazine.
But when he came in a condom and not in your sweet, angelic little pussy, his beloved pussy, he felt all that adrenaline drop like a brick. What the hell are you doing, Pablo?
She didn't even compare to you, damn it, her moans didn't even sound like music to his ears, her body didn't feel right against his. But it was already too late for regrets.
It was too late to look into your eyes and not feel like he had failed you in the worst possible way, the person he loved the most.
That the mistake made was by his own hand, planned and contemplated beforehand. It almost sounds like a murder, Your Honor, I plead guilty, but that's how you felt when you began to notice the distance he was putting between the two of you.
How the comfortable silences turned uncomfortable, making your stomach twist forcefully, inducing nausea as you overthought about your recent encounters. Where did I go wrong to reach this point?
Your justification was that perhaps he was going through a complicated emotional period and didn't want to bother you. Yeah, it must be that.
“Baby.” You called him with the typical nickname, not changing your sweet tone of voice or your smile. “Hey, you're kinda lost.” You said, releasing a small awkward laugh, placing your hand on his knee and stroking it with your thumb, a silent prayer. C'mon, baby, come back to me.
“Hm?” He responded with his eyebrows slightly raised as he turned his gaze towards where you were sitting beside him on the couch, with your cat in your lap. “Sorry, didn't catch you.”
“Oh,” You stroke the fluffy fur of your cat, trying to keep your voice from faltering. “It doesn't matter.” You said after a few seconds of pondering whether to keep paddling against the tide. Was it really worth spending your energy?
“Tell me, y/n, I said sorry.” His voice sounded impatient and frustrated, another stab to your heart.
“Sorry doesn't fix the way you've been treating me lately, Pablo.” You finally decide to address the elephant in the room, staring at him intently dropping the bomb between both of you.
Your cat meowed, sensing the change in the atmosphere.
He got up from the couch, starting to pace around, you had simply caught him off guard.
“Please, tell me if I did something wrong and I didn't notice.” You pleaded, your cat meowed again, this time getting off your lap onto the floor. You felt your chest tightening again, you didn't even have the warmth of your furball anymore, you felt like you were about to drown.
"No," he suddenly said, kneeling in front of you and wrapping your hands around his. "I… I failed you, y/n."
Please, Lord, tell me it isn't what I'm thinking right now. It echoed in your head, your eyelids shut tightly, trying to wake up from such a nightmare, digging your nails into his palms.
"I'm so sorry, mi amor. It was... It meant nothing to me." He tried to excuse himself, getting closer to you. He couldn't keep his eyes off your face, he needed to look at you to know you wouldn't slip away from him. "Say something, please…”
“I— I don't even know what to say,” you stutter, trying to process what had just been said as your eyes brimmed with tears you sought to contain. You withdrew your trembling, sweat-soaked hands from theirs, ironically, when all that remained of the two of you were ashes of your hearts. “I thought we didn't keep secrets.”
“I know, babe. Please… I want you to trust me that you're my whole life, the one I love, I can't be without you,” he begged, gripping the side of your thighs lightly. You looked into his eyes, seeking honesty, and genuinely, you managed to find it.
But that didn't alleviate all your doubts that were pounding your mind like a hammer.
“Then why did you do it?” The million-dollar question, you waited for his answer allowing him to continue touching you, because although it might not be the right thing to do, deep down in your heart you believed you could forgive him if you heard the answer you wanted to hear.
“It has a stupid reason behind it, I wanted something new, adrenaline. I thought that would make me feel… some thrill. But all I felt after I did it was… shame.” He explained.
“Look at me, Pablo.” You cupped his cheeks, making him look into your eyes, trying to find that sparkle. “Promise me you didn’t feel nothing, promise me you didn’t even think about doing it again.”
He nodded, resting his hands on yours. “I promise, my love.” His voice trembled, you saw how his eyes were filled up with tears he tried to contain. “I just want you.”
You look away and nod. “I believe you...” You didn't wanna look at him when saying your next words, knowing you'll shatter his heart. But he shattered yours first, right? We're even, I guess. “But I need time.”
“I… I understand.” He said, the room spinning around you both.
“I'll call you when I feel better, okay?” You gave him a tight-lipped smile, caressing the back of his hand, memorizing his soft skin as you watched him nod.
He grabbed your hands again and pushed them against his lips, pressing them with his eyes closed. “I love you, princess.” He stood up and you looked up at him from the couch. "Don't ever forget that."
A part of you wanted to hug him and tell him to stay. But you knew you needed to heal to forgive such a thing, so you just nodded. “Take care.” You whispered.
He disappeared from your sight, you closed your eyes and leaned against the couch. The sound of the door closing made the tears go down your cheeks, leaving patterns of your shattered heart evident on your face.
Guess the fairytale came to dust, and the butterflies died with a blow of wind.
hi everyone :( im sorry ive been so inactive here. this year started like shit for me but i swear im gonna come back!! i'll try to get all the requests done in the next days <33
i went today to a pool party (and i have tattooed in my leg dibu martinez) and one of the jerks started asking me shit about football???? i shut him up like i got him saying "oh you know a lot about football! wow!" like FUCK YOU BRO
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.
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x nepobaby knowles!model!reader
face claim: taylor russell
summary: people will criticize everything, but there is someone who will never fail you, and that was trent.
warnings: mostly fluff, angst (bit of hate and critics towards reader).
note: this is my first smau i hope it's not too bad! i would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions, also requests are open! — venus 🫂💐🫧
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trentarnold66 🤷🏽♂️
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user1 the best out there
user2 unreal 🔥🔥🔥
user3 let's go reds!
ynknowles congrats! is there some secret routine helping you before the game to be that amazing? 🤔
↪trentarnold66 Maybe.. But I can't share any details here 🤫
↪user4 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING????
↪user5 whats so interesting??? share with the class????
user6 yn and trent interacting??? i- wow
↪user7 if i hadnt seen it with my own eyes id say everyones tripping
user8 are they implying something or is just me
↪user9 I THOUGHT EXACTLY THE SAME
user10 YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF ynknowles
user11 LET HER COOK
↪user12 girl i think they've already had a feast
user13 wtf is yn doing here
↪user14 she ruins everything good
user15 i hope trent doesnt distract w this... cant even say it
↪user16 yeah we know what she did to her exes so...
↪user17 put some respect on beyoncé's daughter's name and inform yourself before talking, mind you
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user trent can do so much better than yn. she just wants to stay relevant
user shes using trent because she has no talents to show
user i've heard rumors about how yn's exes have ended. trent, watch your back, my man.
↪user you talk as if she murdered them??? plus she never did anything to any of her exes you're just talking bc it's free
user i just hope that trent can open his eyes asap
user what a disappointment from trent. i thought he was better than dating a spoiled kid with too much time and money in her hands
user y'all are just jealous that she has what many desire 1. money 2. fame 3. beauty 4. trent's dick
user why is everyone jumping to conclusions though? we should give them the space to tell us whenever they feel ready
user i love how haters act like they know everything about yn's life and they dont know shit
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ynknowles paris you are the vibes ⭐️ so damn proud of my little blue and this mind-blowing tour, i love you momma beyonce !
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beyonce Love you endlessly, my angel. You know how much your support means to Blue. 💙
bellahadid Prettiest fairy in the world.
troyesivan mmm alright??? why are you so perfect???
user18 no trent here though 🤷♀️
user19 this is the confirmation about how yn just uses trent
user20 ugh. i hate these nepobabies who think the world revolves around them
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ynknowlesupdates Yn Knowles in Anfield today with friends! This is the first time we've seen her in public in three months.
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user1 i cant stand her 😒 smile or smth if youre gonna see your "boyfriend"
↪ ynfan1 if you cant stand her then poke your eyes with a spoon and dont bother 😁
ynfan2 omg this will be the first match that she attends. i hope she enjoys it!!!! (win please)
ynfan3 I MISSED HER SO MUCH IM GLAD SHES WELL
ynfan4 baby looks tired of people taking pics of her 😕 i wanna hug her
↪user2 but shes there for that??? she loves attention
↪ynfan5 or maybe just MAYBE she wants to support her boyfriend??
ynfan6 TODAY I WAS MISSING HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE LOVES ME
trentfan1 WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING THERE?? i though we had gotten rid of her 😩
user4 if we lose today you know who is to blame...
trenfan2 over and over again i will repeat it until trent leaves her, shes with him for fame
↪ynfan7 yeah cause trent is soooo worried about what you think right???
user5 i bet shes there just for the cameras
trentfan3 yn trying to be a wag is so cute and laughable. she doesnt even measure up to the real ones.
↪user6 ikr? shes trying so hard poor girl
trentfan4 the fact that she goes with her friends 💀💀 i bet no wag would want to be seen with her
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trentarnold66 Just clever people can handle how flawless my queen is. Happy first anniversary, my love. I love you madly, always. No need to demonstrate anything on social media when we're tellin' each other how much we love at every hour. ❤️
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ynknowles i love love love you so fucking much you dont have an idea
↪trentarnold66 i love you more more more than you could imagine
ynknowles thank you for being the most perfect man ive ever known t ❤️❤️❤️❤️
↪trentarnold66 i just try my best to be on your level, lovely
beyonce You are such a gentleman, Trent! Grateful for the way you take care of my angel.
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ynfan8 A YEAR??? BUT IF WE FOUND OUT FOUR MONTHS AGO
↪trentfan5 i feel so stupid how did they hide it so well 😦😦
trentfan6 shut them up trent
trentfan7 THATS A GOOD MAN!!!! men just take notes rn
bellahadid Thank you for taking care of the purest woman in this world, Trent 💖
ynfan9 not bee and bella thanking him 🥺🥺
↪trentfan8 im gonna cry he must be so cute
↪ynfan10 no bc she surely spent some tough months with the hate towards her and he sure was the supportive boyfriend as he should 😭😭
trentfan9 WHY NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THE BATMAN KEYCHAINS???
↪ynfan11 nonononooooo i love them best couple in the world
ynfan12 the pics he takes of her, the caption, everything 😪😪😪 god send me a man like that
trentfan10 the people who said they were going too fast must be regretting it 🤭
ynfan13 im afraid we'll find out they have kids when they're in uni, lmao. happy anniversary you two!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hi, I wanted to ask if you could write a Fermín x reader where they are together but it‘s both their first relationship and they are experiencing all their firsts together, like first time sleeping over, first „I love you“, first argument and so on.
I really love your writing, and I hope you could write that ❤️❤️
our firsts, together. ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖
a/n : here's my first fermín fic!! i hope you will like it!
thank you anon for being an angel, ily 💞
words : 1.2k
genre : fluff
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the first time he held your hand :
the crowd was bustling around you, maybe too densely.
the ceiling light blinded you, the chatters were overwhelmingly loud, people around you felt so tall, you felt so small, so insignificant.
you looked at your left, there was nobody who could make your internal fire fuelled by fear tone down.
the cacophony of voices inundated your mind
you felt like you were about to crumble into pieces at any given moment.
you knew you shouldn't have come to that party.
you thought that maybe, maybe it would’ve been different this time. that maybe you’d fit in with his friends, that after all you could make him proud of you.
that maybe you could stop feeling guilty for not supporting him the way you wanted to, since he was always there for you no matter what happened.
that’s when you felt fingers holding your palm, fingers gently intertwining with yours.
you looked at the person who suddenly invaded your private space, only to lock eyes with fermín’s.
he softly looked at you with such worry that you started to felt culpable.
he gave you a shy smile, he knew you hated to be in such places.
he felt bad for forcing you to come.
but, despite the banter that made you want to disappear, his touch calmed you down.
it’s a kind of complicated topic when it comes to fer, it really is.
that was the first time he held your hand.
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the first time he slept over :
years ago, when you were just two little kids, he came over to your house almost every weekend.
you always had movie nights together, played football in the garden, did childish silly things.
he'd chase you around the house after you said that his eyebrows looked like caterpillars— for the hundredth time.
you mixed coffee and salt, dressed up as your favorite cartoon characters, hid your parents phones away for the sole purpose of driving them mad.
but the thing you both loved the most was to display all of your plushies on the couch and to fall asleep in front of a movie.
you’d both laugh every morning when you woke up in a different room, thinking you could magically fly in your sleep.
childish innocence it was;
it all felt too similar, nostalgic even; when he laid on your lap and scrolled on his phone a couple days ago, like he usually likes to do.
it wasn't weird for the both of you, he just did that.
but after a couple of minutes, his eyelids grew heavy and he quickly fell asleep.
his phone resting on his chest, his hand on top of it.
you were watching tv, you only noticed that he was asleep later on.
engrossed in his peaceful face, you noticed how long his lashes actually were.
and as you rose, intending to let him sleep on the couch, his hand grabbed your arm.
his eyes were still closed, he frowned.
“stay.”
he was a boy of a few words, he never spoke much.
his grip tightened on your sleeve as you sat back down.
he smiled, muttering a small “gracias” before finally falling asleep.
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the first time he kissed you :
you two were eating some take out in his car, you were complaining about the sun blinding you.
you know, it's the kind of warmth that heats up your eyelids when you close them and gaze directly at the big bright star, this one.
when you feel your face getting hotter, or was it just because of fermin’s gaze never leaving your face?
you were laughing so hard for a couple ofminutes that you forgot why you were even laughing in the first place.
he made fun of you for having a piece of food by the corner of your mouth.
he kept laughing as he leaned in to get it out of your face with his finger.
fer licked his thumb to brush it off, and looked at you.
he realised.
his gaze stopped at your lips as he leaned in to kiss you without thinking about it for too long.
he was intoxicated by your laughter, drunk on the feelings he’s kept for so long.
fermín's lips felt so warm against yours, they tasted like the cherry juice he’d just drank.
it felt so right.
he pulled away and took a moment to look at you, a smile on his lips that screamed "finally!"
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the first argument :
fermin had a knack for keeping things to himself.
it was so hard to read through him, and you usually knew how to read through people.
but with him it was just impossible.
you would have never guessed that his feelings for you were mutual if he hadn't made the first move.
you were playing with the hem of your shirt while he was just scrolling on his phone, not daring to look at you.
he hasn't looked at you in a while.
and when you started complaining about this, the fact that you felt so unloved by him, he started getting mad.
he tossed his phone onto the edge of the bed and looked at you with a gaze that was unfamiliar to you.
his eyes were dark, too dark.
next thing you know, you tried your best to explain your feelings, to tell him that you felt insignificant, that he was absent from your life.
he got mad, saying that he was busy with training and games and that it wasn't his fault.
he never screamed, but you would've preferred this rather than the overwhelming silence.
he got up and left your apartment, slamming the door shut.
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the first time he said i love you :
it was the same night.
the same night you had your very first argument.
he had came back only ten minutes after slamming the door.
he felt extremely bad.
no, he was actually sick to his very core.
he stepped inside the house, only to find you sobbing on your bed.
fermín's heart broke a little at the sight of you crying.
he slowly climbed on the bed, softly calling your name.
he was the last person you wanted to see at the moment, but you didn't push him away when he hugged you tightly.
"i'm sorry."
he continued.
"i don't have an excuse for the behaviour i just had towards you.
it wasn't fair to you."
his chin rested on the top of your head.
"i'm sorry,"
he kept saying.
"i love you."
this was new.
you looked at him, tears streaming down, you've waited for these words. since forever.
"i don't wanna say i love you too, because i dont want it to seem forced.
i love you more. because it's true, i love you independently from the fact that you love me." you said.
he chuckled.
"you talk a lot."
he kissed the top of your hair.
"i'm kidding, i love you y/n"
he said, softly pushing down your shoulder to make you fall flat on the bed. he nuzzled his face in your neck.
you stroked his hair, a smile painted on your lips.
JUST NOW REALIZED THAT U ARE A ROSALÍA GIRLIE HELP-
have you seen britanny broski's vid on rosalía's works?
one of her podcast episode was dedicated on her 🤭
she goes through her (best) album : el mal querer
i wanted to know what was your fav song from that album? 🤭
hi zowaa 🫂 noo, i haven't seen it but im taking a break from studying rn so maybe i could do that!
i could really talk for HOURS about how much rosalía means to me, shes been there through high school and now uni and i love her so much. talking about el mal querer (holds a special place in my heart cause it made me fall in love with her) i love ALL of them but my obsession since 2018 is definitely 'pienso en tu mirá'. what about youu? whats your fav one?
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