next week's fic its already decided (mikel oyarzabal) but then for the next one i have two ideas with the same trope of childhood friends to lovers, and i want you guys to decide which one i write first:
i will post a ferrán x pedri x reader after the world cup final on sunday! i wanted to write something for pedri as well, based on a spanish song, but if you want to request something for ferrán, pedri or gavi, feel free to send an ask!
summary: You're invited to your best friends wedding in which she told you to bring bring a plus one, but you ended up not doing so.... instead you met someone
warnings: first person pov, fluff!!, (asking for)consent, drinking (alcohol), reader is not from Spain (just knows a bit of the language, you don't need to tho), spanish phrases used, Gavi speaks good english (better than irl), he can dance - you not so much, teaches you basic bachata, oc friend group, not proofread!!
a/n: in celebration of the world cup and recently reading a fic about him and Pedri coincidentally, it brought be back to my hyperfixation from years ago 😫 so I felt like writing something hehe
I somehow always loved going to weddings. It's always so nice to see everyone's traditions and cultures clash on one another. Meeting new people and eating (and drinking) a lot is also a bonus.
But this one was special. My best friend, Julia, was getting married. I was so excited for it, I felt like I was the one getting in that white dress.
It was extra especial because she was marring a Spanish guy, Antonio, in Spain.
Of course, I know Antonio. He's a good guy. The best (for her). And since Julia doesn't have much family, but he does, they fairly decided to have the wedding in Spain.
I'm honestly not mad at all. I love the country and it's so much nicer there.
The flight and everything went well.
Since I am a maid of honor, I have some duties. Drinks and music is my thing so that's what Julia put me in charge for.
Hiring a pretty good DJ. One who plays songs that's totally their vibe and taste, so I just knew I had to book her.
Making sure all of their favourite drinks and popular cocktails will be available at the bar. And my favourite, for sure.
I did all that.
But what I didn't do was look for a plus one.
Was it the stress? Maybe. Or was it just the fact I didn't want to look for one and rather just go alone? Probably.
Whatever my reason was, Julia was pissed.
"I told you to bring someone. I wouldn't want you to drown in your planing," Julia eclaimed as she realised I came alone.
"But I am not. I planned everything perfectly," you explained defencless.
"I meant in drinking the whole night and dancing to the music."
"Now what is wrong with that?", you asked slightly shocked by that statement.
"Nothing. But it's sad to do alone," she emphizied.
I knew what she meant. Obviously I knew. But she still had to reason to rill up on it.
"Julia, it is your wedding day. I don't want you to be bothered by this tonight. And besides? I'd rather attend your wedding alone than with some random guy."
She finally came around and saw my point. With a deep sigh she nodded, fixing her dress as the hairdresser put her finishing touches to Julia's hair.
"Okay, fine. But you better mingle with Antonio's family and friends. I want you to meet them. Or new people in general. Just- no stupid stuff," she said the last bit pointing a finger at me.
I just laughed with a nod, "Okay. I will. Promise."
The reception was beautiful. I cried way to many times to let my makeup to stay in place. But I didn't care. I was obviously sitting on Julia's side which had to be shared with Antonio's friends. Most of them where Julia's friends by now as well.
But I obviously had no time to meet any of them. Just greeted the ones I knew. I knew I had time for that at the after-party anyway.
A beautiful location honestly. I remember the day Julia and Antonio showed me their options. I knew if they wouldn't be having their wedding there, I would. Not that I have a reason to have my wedding in Spain, but still.
Before everyone would arrive I and some other maid of honor's and best man made sure everything we individually organised was right. I talked to the DJ and bartenders back and forth, basically being in my element.
I heard people chatter in Spanish in the background but I had no clue what they were saying. I just curiously turned around to spot Antonio talk to, probably one of his best men.
Honestly, I was so in my own head I couldn't bother less.
Things started to being. People arriving. Gifts being placed at the gift table. Drinks getting handed out. Everything went smoothly.
After Julia changed to her backup dress she came over to me.
Vibing to the reggaeton and 90s-2000s hit tunes with a cocktail in my hand. Julia just laughed at me, shaking her head.
"You can't seem to listen to me for once, huh?"
My eyes widen immediately as I registered what she was saying. Shit.
"Shit, I was so in my own head-", I tried to explain myself but she gave me no chance.
"And you're done with that!", she said nudging my shoulder, "Finish that and then get out there."
Following Julia's gaze towards the dance floor my eyes widen again. I haven't realised how many people are out there. I guess more people came now than there where at the reception.
"Damn," I mumbled and she just laughed.
"You're gonna find someone to talk to."
I laughed, "Obviously, I will."
"Someone new," she added in a beat.
Sighing I nodded, "I get it. Fine."
With one last big sip I drowned my drink, placing the glass on the bar and shooting Julia a mean look and showing her my middle finger. All banter, of course.
"I love you too," she yelled after me as I vanished into the loud dancefloor.
I got lost in the crowd of people faster than thought. All new faces.
Until I saw one of Antonio's brothers, I luckily met way before. Simon.
"Simon! Finally a familiar face," I said laughing as I gave him a soft left and right cheek to cheek. A normal Spanish greeting I picked up around his family.
He returned the favour and smiled widely as he said my name, "Just say you missed me."
"Alright, maybe I did," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
He sighed and nudged my shoulder. We kinda have a playful banter.
"So where is Alec?", I asked, curious to know where his boyfriend was.
"Oh, he's getting a drink. By the way, he will thank you for the cocktail options. He's obsessed."
I laughed as I nodded remembering the menu has some cocktails they like, "You are more than welcome. I thought about you two as I picked some options."
Simon dramatically put his hand on his chest, "Oh my god? Really? Now I feel flattered."
I laughed as I nodded, "Oh, you should."
"I guess I have to make the most of it and get a drink too then," he said as he already looked into the direction of the bar.
Chuckling I looked that way too. I know I just finished a drink but I was already thinking about drowning in another.
"Maybe you should... have fun," I just agreed, nudging into the direction.
"You're one of a kind. Go have some fun too," he put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it.
I knew he meant well. And I knew he was right. Well so was Julia.
As soon as Simon went on to Alec, I sighed and turned to the DJ, making my way to her.
I figured I'd have to check on her too.
Dancing my way through the crowd, I couldn't even get to the front before someone brutally bumped into me.
I lost my balance faster than I could safe myself.
Before I knew, I fell into someone's arms before I could hit the ground.
Instinctively I shut my eyes expecting a hard and rough ground landing. But feeling soft arms wrapped around me, people gasping and cheering, I finally heard a soft voice talk to me.
"Ay, todo bien? Are you alright?"
I carefully opened my eyes, as everything hit me.
Shit, he is cute. I thought as my eyes adjusted to the light again.
"Uh- yeah. I am fine. Thanks to you," I said as I tried my best to stay collected.
He just laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you basically fell for me."
His Spanish accent was thick, but I noticed he was trying his best. And it made me swoon even more.
Laughing nervously, not really sure if the double meaning in his words were intentional, I noticed he was still holding me, so I got up.
"You could say so," I just bluntly said, not really thinking.
He was almost disappointed that I got up so quick but he covered it up, "I'm Pablo. Most people call me Gavi though. A short form from my last name."
Smiling I told him my name. He softly repeated my name and hearing it in his accent made me almost fall again.
"I'm sorry for falling on you, someone pushed me and everything happened so fast," I tried my best to excuse myself but he would barely let me.
"It's okay. It's not your fault. And you are not hurt, so that's all that matters," he said with a lopsided grin.
"Yeah, thank you again," I added, nodding, as I slightly took his appearance in. It made me realise he was one of Antonio's best man.
"It's my pleasure," he added before doing the same. Probably realising I was Julia's maid of honor as well.
"Wait- were you one of Antonio's-", I couldn't even finish before he agreed.
"Yes. I am his best friend. And you were one of Julia's-", I cut him off too now.
"Yes. I am her best friend."
As we both realised what we were saying we started laughing and smiling like two maniacs.
"What a coincidence," I laughed out as we both came back to our senses.
"Yeah. So crazy," he easily agreed.
For a moment it got quiet between us, the music and chatter being heard again but I didn't want that. I rather spoke up again.
"Hey- uhm- can I buy you a drink? Like a thank you for saving me?"
He chuckled and nodded, "Aren't the drinks for free anyway?"
Shit. I almost forgot. But I played it cool with a giggle, "Ugh, you know what I mean." Waving my hand dismissively.
Pablo had a wide smirk on his face as he nodded, "Yeah, I know."
I sighed in relief and with a wide smile I nodded towards the bar, "Shall we?"
With a smile and nod he followed close behind. The crowd was thick and almost wanted to separate us. In the heat of the moment I extended my hand and he took a hold of it so we couldn't loose each other.
I felt my cheeks immediately redden but I just looked straight ahead to the bar. Getting closer to it the crowd got smaller, but we continued holding hands just until we stopped in front of it.
Carefully letting go, I turned around to look at him. I prayed my cheeks were a less redder shade by now.
"So what can I get you?", I offered playfully as I gestured towards the menu that was written down on a small chalkboard on top of the bar.
He smirked faintly as he got closer and examined it.
"Hmm, so many good options to chose from."
His face showed how concentrated he looked at the menu.
"I know. I picked them."
His eyes widen as he turned his head to look at me.
"You?", he sounded surpried.
"Yes, me. 's that so hard to believe?", I replied in a mock sassy tone, crossing my arms over my chest.
"No- no-", Gavi tried to correct me, "...not that. I just- expected Pepé to be in charge of it."
I know him. That's Antonio's cousin. He is a few years older but they are super close. He basically is with his whole family. That's why I know most of them.
I get why he would have thought that. Pepé drinks a bear every day. But that's just it. Sure, the dude can tell you which beer tastes the best and why and how it was brewed and stuff.
That's why the newly wedded couple wouldn't want him in charge for that.
"If that would have been the case, you would have gotten San Miguel and some other beers only," I said very sure of it as I leaned my back against the bar and uncrossed my arms.
He seemed to agree as he laughed, nodding and shook his pointy finger up and down at me. Like I got Pepé all figured out.
"You got that right," he looked back at the menu, seriously scanning that thing.
After a while I started to get impatient, "Don't you like the options?"
You could tell he was caught off guard by that assumption, "What?- No- I just- I'm not really a drinker and I had to read what each one contains-"
I suddenly felt like an asshole. Just assuming. Damned.
"Oh- I'm sorry- I mean.. you can tell me what you wanna try and I can give you my recommendation," I suggested with a smile.
He immediately stood up straight and looked at me curiously, "Really? That's nice. Thank you"
I blamed myself for coming alone today but dammit this guy got me blushing.
"Oh, it's no biggy," I replied before asking him stuff for what he wanted to try. Narrowing it down as the conversation progressed I eventually picked something for him and myself.
As we waited for our drinks the conversation flowed easily.
Eventually the drinks did too. We were so lost in conversation, time went by quickly.
Ordering one drink after the other we kept talking about all sort of things. How I met Julia and how he met Antonio. Embarrassing stories of the two and so much more.
As we were at our fourth drink the conversation slowed. Both of us looked at the bar just before Gavi spoke up.
"Soo..," Gavi started as he turned to look at me again.
"Who's your plus one?"
"I don't have one," I carefully replied after looking at him too.
I'm not sure if I was imagining it but something between us changed.
"Oh," he mumbled, trying his best to stay in tact, "me neither."
His addition made me curious, "Why not?"
He scoffed, taking another sip of his drink, "I could ask you the same."
I nodded taking a sip too, "Well... I'm single and since I don't want to bring a random guy to my best friends wedding I thought I'd just go alone."
Telling him all that felt so easy. Maybe because talking to him was easy. Or we could just blame it on the alcohol.
It almost seemed like he was relieaved or at least really pleased by that piece of information.
"I guess there is more we have in common than we thought."
Understanding what he meant I grinned slyly and nodded, "I guess we do."
Taking another sip of my drink I kept looking at him. It was tender but not too much. Looking away before placing the drink down.
"Thank you for the drink recommendations," he said holding his glass up and taking another sip.
I couldn't help but chuckle and nod, "You are welcome. Thank you for trying them all."
Laughing he waved his hand dismissively, "It's nothing."
We both are drinking our fourth drink by now and the alcohol is really getting to my head. Making me a bit more giggly. Which showed in response to his reaction.
[Recommended to listen to Imitadora by Romeo Santos from now on]
Drowning the last bit of my drink I got up and held my hand out to him, "Shall we dance?"
I had no clue what has gotten into me but all I knew what I should enjoy the dance floor a bit more.
Pablo genuinely seemed surprised but the alcohol seemed to get the better of him too, making him empty his drink and get up too.
"I can't say no to that," he agreed as he took my hand and followed me to the dance floor.
The room was still pretty filled with people dancing to the Spanish tunes playing. And I loved it.
Neither of us wanted to let go. Certainly he wouldn't let me. Holding my hand he pulled me in to talk into my ear. The feeling giving me goosebumps.
"You know bachata?", he asked looking at me.
I was familiar with the dance but I had no clue on how to dance it. So I shook my head, "No."
Oddly enough he seemed to like that, "Can I teach you?"
Suddenly, I froze for a moment just before nodding, letting him lead me to the music.
Carefully he moved my left hand on his right shoulder. His right hand resting underneath my left shoulder blade. We were still holding hands so he carefully moved them up, our elbows in a almost 45 degrees angle. Stepping a bit closer he grinned at me.
"Is this ok?", Pablo asked for permission.
"Yes," I only got to whisper my reply.
"Good... ahora- now.. just follow me," he said as he started moving his feet to the rhythm, guiding me through it.
"Left foot left, right foot following, left again, right foot just a tap and up with the right side of your hip as you do so," he explained as he moved with me.
He smiled as we continued, doing the steps back and fort. Halfway through the song I started to get the hang of it without him having to guide me with his words.
"You're doing it. You're a natural," he praised me probably more happy about that fact than I was myself.
I couldn't help but blush, "I had a great teacher." Obviously I had to praise him back.
Playfully he rolled his eyes, obviously not able to take a compliment. Since he was blushing too he had to hide it with spinning me.
The move was so sudden, I didn't expected it, so as he spun me back in I lost my balance and basically collapsed on him. Both of my hands planned on his chest.
My eyes widen in surprise, him mirroring me but we both started laughing right away.
"A warning would have been nice," I said as my laughter slowly died, my eyes narrowing down to his lips without even realising.
As I heard him swallow and saw him softly wet his lips, I registered what was happening my eyes shut up to see him look at me with that look. It had to mean something.
Abruptly I pulled back, but he wouldn't let me, holding me by my wrist.
"It's okay," he whispered to me as he looked at my lips and then back up to my eyes.
Shit. My mind started spinning as I registered what was happening. Before I could say or do anything else me did.
"Can I kiss you?"
I stood there, my hands on his chest, his hands holding my wrists as we looked at each other, knowing damn well how bad we want this.
Nodding softly I already moved my face closer, "Yes."
Within a beat he got closer to finally close that gab between us. Kissing me so softly as our lips touch.
I was so overwhelmed that I didn't kiss him back at first, which made him pulled back to look at me. Doubt written over his face but I would let him question me. Therefore I closed the gab again.
Gavi kissed back immediately making this kiss more heated and deeper than before. His hands moved from my wrist, one holding my hip and the other the back of my head. Mine just went around his neck.
The kiss felt eternal, lasting for a bit just before we pulled back out of breath.
"Damn."
"Coño."
We simultaneously mumbled, meaning literally the same thing. Being so in sync made us laugh.
Carefully he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, looking at me like I was the only one here.
"You're so beautiful," he said as we made eye contact.
My stomach twisted at his words, simply because everything started to feel so real. Like it just now clicked that I actually like him. Like really like him.
It just everything now clicked that I not only want to spent the whole night with him but every other night too. Wanting to know all of him.
I think that realization hit me so hard that it changed my expression. It got Pablo all worried.
"What's wrong?", he asked all worried.
Swallowing I had to clear my throat, "Uh- nothing... I just- realised-"
Pausing I tried of a plausible way to ask him. Patiently he waited.
"I wanna get to know you better. Spend time with you more."
"Like a couple?", he immeditly asked.
His straight forwardness was refreshing honestly.
Nodding softly, "Yeah... exactly like a couple."
Pablo scoffed as a smile spread his face, "I would like that... maybe I could take you out tomorrow?"
Laughing I nodded, "Straight to it, huh?... I would love that."
"Great," he said with a giggle as he hugged me tight.
I couldn't believe the night I had. Not only did my best friend marry the love of her life, but I also met this amazing, fun, handsome and sweet guy who happens to be my best friends husband's best friend.
a/n: rushed ending but I hope y'all can forgive me🙏🏼
with Spain winning yesterday and me reading a Gavi/Pedri fic recently I decided to write a Gavi fic of my own... I'll try my best to upload it before the next game !!
inwhich! you, a professional ice figure skater, bumps into a man with a big frowny face while dropping off lunch for your brother during practice.
frannytalks! english is not my first language, so i apologize for any mistakes. i really hope you like this! please like, reblog, & comment if you’d like to be added to the taglist!
the security guard at the entrance barely glanced at you before waving you through. you had been here enough times dropping things off for your brother that nobody really questioned it anymore.
with a bag of food in one hand and your phone in the other, you walked through the training center, looking around for him.
“raphinha?” you called, peeking into one of the hallways.
“he’s still out on the pitch.” one of the staff members smiled, pointing toward the doors.
“thank you.” you smiled back, adjusting your grip on the bag.
you pushed through the doors and immediately regretted not bringing sunglasses. the afternoon sun was bright, reflecting off the field, right into your face.
players were scattered around, some training and some talking near the sidelines. you spotted your brother almost instantly. he was talking to a coach across the field.
before you could start walking toward him, a voice caught your attention.
“you shouldn’t be standing there.” a guy said as he walked past you.
you looked up, he had dark hair, thick eyebrows, and a serious expression.
“move out of the way. people are training.” he said before continuing toward the sidelines.
you blinked, no one had ever been straight up rude to you, apart from your rivals fans and such.
he just kept walking, and you stared after him for a second, hoping he’d redeem himself and say he was joking but he didn’t.
you brushed it off and continued toward your brother. “hey.” you smiled, handing him the bag.
raphinha immediately took it from you. “you’re a lifesaver.” he smiled, already opening it.
you glanced back toward the field. the same guy was standing with a few teammates now.
“who’s that?” you asked while pointing toward the boy.
raphinha followed your gaze. “ah, that’s pablito gavi.” he answered.
“why? you think he’s cute?” your brother jokingly raised his eyebrows.
you hummed. “no. i think he’s rude and like a mr. frowny face.”
raphinha nearly choked on his drink. “what?”
“your friend.” you said, nodding toward the field. “he told me to move.”
raphinha laughed. “that’s all?”
“yes.” you mumbled.
“that’s not rude, y/n.” he nudged you.
you gave him a look. “he literally walked up to me, told me to get out the way, and left.”
raphinha shook his head, still smiling. “trust me. that’s just gavi.”
“my point still stands, he’s rude.” you rolled your eyes.
“good thing my friends are off limits anyways.” he winked at you, which caused you to roll your eyes once more.
raphinha always made it very clear that his friends and teammates were off limits, but in reality any human being was off limits for him. you hadn’t tried out dating at all because of how protective he’d get.
“whatever, i’m gonna go now.” you said, already standing up before he even had time to respond properly.
he barely looked up from his food, “you always do that.” he said, voice muffled slightly as he kept eating.
“do what?” you asked, adjusting the strap of your purse on your shoulder.
“run away when i say something you don’t like.” he smirks.
you closed your eyes and let out a small breath through your nose, glancing once more across the training field towards gavi without meaning to.
“i’m not running away.” you said flatly
raphinha finally looked up, eyebrows slightly raised, amused again “sure.” he said, dragging it out a little.
you didn’t answer that instead you leaned down, kissed his cheek quickly out of habit, and straightened again.
“text me later.” you said, flashing him a soft smile.
“yeah yeah.” he replied, already distracted again by his sandwich.
you walked off without looking back.
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the olympics came faster than you wanted them to and your skates felt tighter than usual, or maybe it was just your brain convincing you of things that weren’t real.
you kept flexing your fingers, then stopping yourself because you didn’t want to overthink it.
your coach spoke from behind you, trying to encourage you before you started, but it sounded so far away that you didn’t hear any of it.
when your music started everything felt crowded. you moved through the ice smoothly just like you had been practicing for the past couple of years.
by the time you landed your final jump, your chest was burning and your breathing was uneven, but you kept going and kept pushing until the music finally ended and you came to a stop in the center of the rink.
for a second there was nothing but silence, then the arena broke open with sound. you flashed a big smile towards the crowd and made your way over to your coach.
you sat through a couple more performances, then came the time to announce the winners. they called bronze, then silver, you were sure that there was no hope for you getting gold, so you tried to accept the fact you lost.
then, they announced the stats for the gold winner and you stood there blinking, your hands slowly rising to your face as the score flashed on the screen and your name popped up at the top. it made your stomach drop.
you stood in shock, it didn’t even feel real at first. your coach reached for you quickly, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a tight hug which made you snap back into reality, your face instantly flooded with happy tears.
after that it was all noise and flashes and movement again, flowers being handed to you, cameras getting too close, and people saying your name over and over trying to get your attention, it was overwhelming.
before you left you did a couple quick interviews and said your goodbyes to everyone, thanking your coach once again.
then finally, you were back in your hotel room with the city lights glowing faintly outside the window.
your medal sat on the bed beside you, you still couldn’t believe it. you picked up your phone, to a notification from your coach sending you some pictures from your performance.
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yourusername: 🤍
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after you hit post you set your phone down for a second like you always do after you post something.
you instantly picked it up again, impatient and nervous about what everyone is saying. you scrolled without thinking too hard, watching your name appear everywhere, edits already being posted, and congratulations from a bunch of people you had never met.
then you noticed something, gavi had liked your post. you stared at it for a moment, confused why he would like it. you figured since a couple of his teammates, including your brother, had reposted it, he probably just clicked and liked it for no reason.
you clicked on his profile, curious, only to see he had 19.4 million followers. you scrolled a bit and saw how passionate he was about soccer.
you also noticed that he always has that annoyed look in his face, even when taking a selfie. you smiled to yourself realizing maybe he wasn’t being intentionally rude to you.
you were still scrolling when your childhood bestfriend, kristiane, called you.
“holis my sunshine!” you heard her say through the phone, using your nickname.
“krispy! hii.” you smiled into the phone.
“you did fucking incredible, i’m so sorry i missed it.” she said softly.
“it’s okay, i know your job never lets you off. i’ll see you soon anyways.” you reassure her.
“can’t wait! also, are you talking to someone and haven’t told me yet!?” kristiane laughs into the phone.
you furrow your eyebrows, confused on what she’s talking about, “what, no? you know you’d be the first person i’d tell.”
“then what’s up with all these edits that keep popping up on my feed?” she says.
“what edits? send me one.” you put her on speaker and wait for her to send you a video.
“with one of your brothers teammates.” she sniffles, “i sent it.”
you quickly open the tiktok she sent and see a silly edit with taylor swifts song, “lover.” in the background.
“kristiane, i promise you there’s nothing going on.” you laugh in disbelief.
“mhm.” she says dragging out the word.
“i promise! he literally just liked my recent post and that was it. i don’t know how these people are so quick with it.” you sigh, closing the app.
“you know how those barca fans are though.” you can feel her smirking through the phone, “watch out for his crazy fan-girls y/n.”
“jesus christ.” you say letting out a soft laugh, “i’m gonna head to bed, i’ll deal with this tomorrow.”
“awe y/n it’s only been like five minutes,” she pouts, “but goodnight sunshine, sleep tight.”
“goodnight, love you.” you say while hanging up the phone.
you place your phone on low power mode and set it on the nightstand next to you, placing your gold medal right next to it.
then, you turn off the lamp and lay on your stomach, closing your eyes and falling asleep.
