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i’m not the only one- Pablo Gavi

In which you weren’t enough to make him settle.

Warnings: this is pure angst!

Notes: guys I know I’ve gone ghost but I hope you guys enjoy this, I know it’s not very long. I’ve seen all the fluffy request and I’m trying my best to write them!

You wished you hadn’t logged into Twitter. You wished you could unsee everything, every picture, every tweet. You had noticed that Gavi was trending on Twitter, you thought nothing of it thinking it was about the upcoming match, but once you clicked on his name photos and videos flooded your feed. In one picture Gavi, your gavi, had another girl sitting on his lap. Hand in hand. In a blurry video the girl pulled his face towards hers and they started making out. If the other picture wouldn’t have been leaked you wouldn’t have noticed it was your Gavi.

All those photos and videos went viral in seconds. Your socials were blowing up.

“Golden boy Gavi having too much fun to remember he has a girl at home” one of his fans had tweeted. “I can’t believe Gavi would do such a thing” you were glad that some of his fans were on your side, seeing as he a countless of times declared his love and admiration for you. You felt betrayed and embarrassed. Betrayed by all the Barcelona boys who claimed to be your friends, betrayed by Gavi himself who always promised to protect you and never hurt you. You were humiliated. Humiliated about how thousands of people were finally having the satisfaction of dragging your name across the dirt.

You decided to text Pedri to see if he knew where Gavi was, but you regretted opening Instagram too. Half of the Barcelona team had posted videos of them drunk, but what hurt you most was that Pedri had posted a video of Gavi and that girl dancing on each other and he was hyping them up. This was the same Pedri that you had a strong platonic relationship with, the same Pedri that would argue with Gavi if he ever did something to make you sad. You knew that they weren’t in the right state of mind but none of that mattered to you, they did what they did.

You were beyond exhausted and had no energy to argue even if Gavi returned home or ended up leaving the party with that girl, you wouldn’t be surprised.

Gavi was currently in the back seat of a Uber with pedri on their way home. Gavi knew he had fucked up he felt insanely guilty, he didn’t know what was going through his mind when he let that girl flirt with him let alone kiss him. At this point Gavi was hyperventilating Pedri was trying his hardest to calm him down. “Cálmate Tío, llámale aver si sabe lo que paso.” Gavi wanted to scream at him, calling him stupid of course you knew, his name was trending all over social media, pictures and videos were leaked. But as Gavi looked for your contact he saw that your messages were green, and that calls would go straight to voicemail. Clicking on the instagram app be noticed that your account was no where to be seen. “Pedri no me sale su cuente y los mensajes no se mandan y no suenan las llamadas.” Pedri let out a deep sigh he was feeling extremely guilty as well, he was supposed to be your best friend he was supposed to keep Gavi in check for you, he was supposed to discipline him for doing what he was doing instead of encouraging it. Pushing his luck he decided to call you. Straight to voicemail. Texts were green. Your account was completely gone. “Me bloqueo también.”

When Gavi arrived home he decided to sleep in the guest room, he knew that you didn’t want to see him by your side when you woke up.

He was up before you that morning with a nasty hangover. But was worse was the guilt eating him alive. His relationship was slipping and he wanted to fix it. He made breakfast for the both of you and waited for you to wake up to talk to you.

As you woke up you were certain that Gavi wasn’t home. You headed straight to the kitchen and saw Gavi sitting there with a guilty look on his face. You were amused, amused at the fact that he had the nerve to sit at the table with breakfast ready like if he wasn’t kissing another girl the night before, amused by the fact that guilt was eating him alive. That’s just how you wanted him to feel, guilty, embarrassed, and ashamed.

“Amor, necesitamos que hablar” he stated. You were disgusted at the pet name that was coming out his mouth. The same pet name that used to make you feel like the only girl in the world, now making you feel like the other women.

“Mi nombre es t/n, no es amor, nomas t/n.” You corrected him with a disgusted look on his face. You had no more respect for the boy in front of you. You had no more tears in you. You were just disappointed and angry. All you thought about last night was how you were going to break up with him in the most heartless way. You wanted him to feel just how you felt last night.

“Baby please… don’t be like that.” He said while standing up and taking step towards you.

“That’s not my name Pablo.”

“Perdóname por favor bebe, no estaba pensando bien ya se que eso no es una excusa pero no era mi intención.”

“Are you hearing yourself Pablo? I trusted you enough to go to that party i fucking trusted Pedri too so nothing would happen, but then this happens! You cheat on me while mostly all your team is there you know how humiliating that is seeing all these pictures and all your fans finally having the satisfaction of us not being together. You looked so happy in those fucking videos you were having the time of your life having another girls tongue down your god dam throat and all you have to say is sorry? You said while tears were streaming down your face, you couldn’t keep your emotions in. “It was embarrassing but thankfully all this will be over because you won’t be seeing me anymore.”

“What do you mean?” He said with his voice trembling.

“We’re done Pablo, there’s no more Gavi and y/n, i hope she was worth it.”

“No-no y/n, I made a mistake I know that but you have to understand that she didn’t mean anything it was a mistake, it’ll never happen again.”

“I know it won’t happen again Gavi, because we’re done. Over.”

Realization started to hit as you took in the scene in front of you, you almost felt bad, you’ve never seen gavi this broken down before he looked like a little kid who lost his mom at the store. There was a pout present on his face with tears streaming down his face. It took all your self respect to not hug him and comfort him, but instead you walked past him and grabbed your keys.

I have loved you for many years

Maybe I am just not enough

You've made me realize my deepest fear

By lying and tearing us up

hello everyone! i am officially back!! if anyone has ANY requests please lmk they’re highly appreciated.🫶

no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (english version)

after an argument, pablo let’s his actions speak louder than his words. 

warnings: curse words,cheating, asshole! gavi, gaslighting. no happy ending

#notes: i’m a little rusty with my writing, feedback is appreciated. please like & reblogㅤᵕ̈ (lowercase intended)

you were sat on your couch trying to shut the world around you. you couldn’t stand it anymore, you couldn’t stand not being able to voice your thoughts around your boyfriend without an argument spurring up afterwards. a relationship was supposed to be built up with trust and communication, you always told yourself that but you never knew when it disappeared in your relationship.

after a while you opened your eyes and let out a sigh. your eyes adjusted to the light, looking around you were trying to locate your phone. feeling somewhat calmed down you unlocked your phone and opened the messages app, you clicked on the pinned conversation and a photo of Pablo and you for your year anniversary adorned the contact information. you sent him two text; one asking where he was, the other reminding him to be careful, no matter how mad you were at him you could never wish for him to be in danger. swiping out the conversation you opened up your best friends messages, your eyes skimmed the last texts you had sent her, paragraphs of you telling her about the argument Pablo and you had. averting your eyes to the bottom of your texts you saw that she read them but never answered. weird

the digital clock on the coffee table read 2:56 am and you decided to get yourself ready for bed. heading upstairs you entered the bathroom and focused on getting the mascara clumps from under your eyes off your face and brushing your teeth. leaving the bathroom you made the bed and decided to try to go to sleep now knowing if you’ll be able to while Pablo wasn’t home.

the next morning you woke up and patted down the spot next to you. empty. you opened your eyes while trying to adjust to the light around your room, you sat up and reached for your phone on the nightstand. your notification bar showing you a bunch of notifications some from your friends, others from your siblings, a handful from twitter, and from your best friend. opening your siblings text first you saw all of them sending you pitiful texts and a lot of links to post, and articles. clicking on the links pictures of your best friend leaving a house party in a disheveled state hand in hand with your Pablo. you were in disbelief and denial, there had to be a reasonable explanation on why your best friend and your boyfriend were leaving a house party hand and hand and looking like that, but as you opened your best friends messages, you knew all the allegations and rumors were true. rows and rows of sorrys, and he said you guys weren’t together were displayed on your screen. you scoffed and left her on read, she wasn’t worth a reply from you not now and especially fucking never.

hearing a door closing you head shot up, hearing footsteps approaching your room and the door opening you were face to face with your cheater of a boyfriend.

“you better have a good ass explanation for this Pablo, or god hopes i don’t fucking knock some fucking sense into you, you prick.” you yelled out exasperated.

“i’m pretty sure y/b/n already texted you what happened, and you saw all those articles, there’s nothing for me to explain.” he replied nonchalantly.

“what the fuck Pablo, how can you just stand there so calmly, we’ve been together for over a god damn year and you go throw all away and with my fucking best friend, you’re a coward! how did it even happen, why the fuck did it even happen?” you yelled in need of answers

“i wasn’t thinking right, and she sent me a text telling me that there was a house party and that if i wanted to go and i accepted. i got there and we were just talking and then we kissed, it turned into more than that and she guided me into this room. the urge and curiosity got the best of me i just wanted to see what it was like if me and her… you know.” He was going to continue before you cut him off

“no i don’t fucking know Pablo because never has it crossed my mind to go fuck your best friend, never! did you always think of her like that or what?”

“ no y/n i didn’t but she was all over me and i was drunk out of my mind and she was there and you weren’t. you weren’t there with me so it’s your fault i got drunk, you were the reason i was drinking if you had just not caused the argument none of this would’ve happened! at least i didn’t do it with multiple girls it was just her that’s all. it meant nothing and you know that.” he finished off

“oh! do i really know that? and what do you want me to do to get on my knees and thank you that it was only her? huh! it would’ve hurt less if it was some random fucking girl but no you wanted to sleep with my best friend someone i’ve known for years!” you yelled back while getting off the bed in search of a bag and your necessities. you didn’t even pay to mind Pablo following you around you just wanted to grab your shit and leave.

“what are you doing?” he said while grabbing the bag from your hands. you looked at him like if he was stupid and snatched your bag back. he continued to pester you until you burst.

“you’re fucking delusional if you think i’m staying with a cheater that fucked my best friend!”

“but i still love you.”

that made you laugh. you genuinely laughed in his face and looked at him to see if he was seriously you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. he didn’t love you, his actions spoke way louder than his words.

“i’ll rather be dead than love a disgusting person like you.”

no te contaron mal- Pablo Gavi (version español)

después de una discusión Pablo deja que sus acciones hablen más que sus palabras

advertencias:malas palabras, le ponen los cuernos, gilipollas! gavi, no hay final felis:

#notas: no estoy a mi 100% con mi escritura, se agradecen los comentarios. por favor, dejen un me gusta y rebloguea ㅤᵕ̈ (minúsculas intencionadas)

estabas sentada en tu sofá tratando de cerrar el mundo a tu alrededor. no podías soportarlo más, no podías soportar no poder expresar tus pensamientos a tu novio sin que surja una discusión después. se suponía que una relación se construía con confianza y comunicación, siempre te lo decías a ti misma, pero nunca sabías cuándo desapareció en tu relación.

después de un rato abriste los ojos y dejaste escapar un suspiro. tus ojos se ajustaron a la luz, mirando a tu alrededor estabas tratando de localizar tu teléfono. Sintiéndote algo calmada, desbloqueaste tu teléfono y abriste la aplicación de mensajes, hiciste clic en la conversación anclada y una foto de Pablo y tú de tu aniversario adornaba la información de contacto. le enviaste dos mensajes de texto; uno preguntando dónde estaba, el otro recordándole que tenga cuidado, no importa cue enojada estés con él, nunca podrías desear que esté en peligro. deslizando la conversación, abriste los mensajes de tus mejor amiga, tus ojos recorrieron los últimos mensajes de texto que le enviaste, párrafos de ti contándole sobre la discusión que tuvieron Pablo y tú. desviando la mirada al fondo de tus textos viste que ella los leía pero nunca respondía. extraño

el reloj digital en la mesa de café marcaba las 2:56 am y decidiste prepararte para ir a la cama. subiendo las escaleras entraste al baño y te enfocaste en quitarte los grumos de rímel debajo de los ojos y en cepillarte los dientes. Al salir del baño hiciste la cama y decidiste intentar dormir ahora sabiendo si podrás mientras Pablo no esté en casa.

la mañana siguiente te despertaste y palpaste el lugar a tu lado. vacío. abriste los ojos mientras tratabas de adaptarte a la luz alrededor de tu habitación, te sentaste y buscaste tu teléfono en la mesita de noche. tu barra de notificaciones te muestra un montón de notificaciones, algunas de tus amigos, otras de tus hermanos, un puñado de Twitter y de tu mejor amiga. Al abrir el texto de tus hermanos primero, los viste a todos enviándote textos lamentables y muchos enlaces de publicaciones y artículos. Pinchando en los enlaces fotos de tu mejor amiga saliendo de una fiesta en casa despeinada de la mano de tu Pablo. estabas incrédula y negada, tenía que haber una explicación razonable de por qué tu mejor amiga y tu novio se iban de una fiesta de la mano y luciendo así, pero cuando abriste los mensajes de tu mejore amiga, sabías todas las acusaciones y los rumores eran ciertos. filas y filas de disculpas, y dijo que ustedes no estaban juntos se mostraban en tu pantalla. la dejaste en leída, no valía la pena una respuesta tuya, no ahora y especialmente jodidamente nunca.

Al escuchar una puerta cerrándose, tu cabeza se disparó, al escuchar pasos acercándose a tu habitación y la puerta abriéndose, estabas cara a cara con tu novio infiel.

"Será mejor que tengas una buena explicación para este Pablo, o Dios espera que no te golpee un poco el sentido común, idiota". gritaste exasperada.

"Estoy bastante seguro de que n/d/a ya te envió un mensaje de texto sobre lo que sucedió, y viste todos esos artículos, no tengo nada que explicar". respondió con indiferencia.

“¿Qué diablos Pablo, cómo puedes quedarte ahí tan tranquilo? Hemos estado juntos por más de un maldito año y vas a tirar todo a la basura y con mi mejor amiga carajo, ¡eres un cobarde! ¿Cómo sucedió, por qué diablos sucedió?” gritaste en busca de respuestas

“No estaba pensando bien, y ella me envió un mensaje de texto diciéndome que había una fiesta y que si quería ir y acepté. Llegué allí y estábamos hablando y luego nos besamos, se convirtió en más que eso y ella me guió a una habitación. el impulso y la curiosidad sacaron lo mejor de mí, solo quería ver cómo sería si yo y ella… ya sabes”. Iba a continuar antes de que lo cortaras

“No, no se Pablo porque nunca se me ha pasado por la cabeza ir a follar a tu mejor amigo, ¡nunca! ¿Siempre pensaste en ella así o qué?

“No t/n, no lo hice, pero ella estaba encima de mí y yo estaba completamente borracho y ella estaba allí y tú no. no estabas allí conmigo, así que es tu culpa que me emborrachara, tú eras la razón por la que estaba bebiendo si no hubieras provocado la discusión, ¡nada de esto habría sucedido! al menos no lo hice con varias chicas, fue solo ella, eso es todo. no significó nada y lo sabes. remató

"¡Vaya! ¿Realmente sé eso? y que quieres que haga ponerme de rodillas y agradecerte que solo fue ella? ¡eh! Hubiera dolido menos si fuera una maldita chica que no conozco,pero no, ¡querías acostarte con mi mejor amiga, alguien a quien conozco desde hace años! gritaste mientras te levantabas de la cama en busca de una bolsa y tus necesidades. Ni siquiera te preocupaste de que Pablo te siguiera, solo querías agarrar tu mierda e irte.

"¿qué estás haciendo?" dijo mientras tomaba la bolsa de tus manos. Lo miraste como si fuera un estúpido y le arrebataste la bolsa. siguió molestándote hasta que reventaste.

"¡Estás delirando si crees que me estoy quedando con un tramposo que se folló a mi mejor amiga!"

"pero yo aún te amo."

eso te hizo reir realmente te reíste en su cara y lo miraste para ver si hablaba en serio, no podías creer lo que estabas escuchando. él no te amaba, sus acciones hablaban mucho más fuerte que sus palabras.

"Prefiero estar muerta que amar a una persona repugnante como tú".

i’m curious, when you guys buy jerseys do you guys stick to your size or get a size up or down? (i do a size up but i’m js genuinely curious!)

guys i want to try to write stories again but idk who to write abt & if i should continue my song prompts 😓😓