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crying won‘t make you weak - pablo gavi
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summary: gavi breaks down after the el clásico game, but you‘re there to comfort him.
genre: fluff, a bit sad tho
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Frustration was probably the best word to describe how you felt. After a tough loss against Real Madrid, you finally arrived at Gavi’s apartment and plopped down onto the couch with a sight. You couldn't even think how your boyfriend must've felt when the referee blew the final whistle. He played an incredible game, tackled successfully during important moments and fought for every ball.
Sometimes football wasn't fair.
You got home before him, reading a book to distract yourself from bad thoughts and idiots on social media who picked on everything Gavi did. After a while the front door opened, revealing a tired looking Gavi.
If you were honest, you didn't know what to expect. Sometimes, Gavi was still angry after a bad game and needed some time alone to cool down. Other times he let his frustration at the facilities, coming home tired but calm, not wanting to think about it anymore. It really depended on how important the game was.
El Clásico was different. It was one of the most watched games in football and extremely important anyway.
He looked up, seeing his girlfriend's sad eyes.
Gavi dropped his bag lazily onto the floor and made his way over to you immediately. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pushing you down to lay on top of you.
„Hey amor." you spoke softly and stroked his hair with your fingers. Gavis head was nuzzled into your neck as he mumbled a quiet „Hola bebé". You didn't pressure Gavi to talk and just held him tightly while stroking his back over and over again, placing some light kisses on his head too.
It has been some minutes of silence when You felt Gavi‘s body twitch several times. Quiet sobs could be heard leaving his lips and he shoved his head even deeper into your shoulder. When you realized Gavi was crying, your heart shattered into million pieces. The sobs grew more frequent and you tried your best to calm him down.
„Shh, Shh, Shh... Baby it's alright. You did the best you could." you said, trying to get him to look at you.
„It's just so exhausting. No matter what I do it won't be good enough. I won't be good enough." Gavi answered with a hoarse voice, placing his head now on your chest, his tears staining your (his) jersey. „Bebé don't say that. You were the best player on the pitch today. The two goals were unfortunate, yes, but you played so well."
„We still couldn't win. Now people won't stop bashing us players. I hate the pressure." His tears still streamed down his cheeks as you tried to wipe them away with your thumb.
„Look at me please. Only people who don't know anything about football will do that, and Madrid fans. But your family, Barcelona supporters and the team believe in you. That's what should matter in the end. Sure Bellingham is world class but so are you. I mean look at you! 19, playing your 9th el clásico, won LaLiga, Nations League and the Kopa trophy! You're there for a reason." You took his face in your hands and looked into his gloomy brown eyes, placing a lovely kiss on his lips.
Gavi slowly started to calm down and smiled tiredly at you. „I usually don't cry, I don't even know why I did." He hiccuped, hiding his face in embarrassment.
„Hey, never apologize for how you feel. You know crying won't make you weak. You can cry as much as you need to with me." you giggled, assuring your boyfriend that crying wasn't something to be embarrassed about. „I think I'm good now, thank you for being here for me." Gavi spoke and lifted himself up to kiss you again.
„Always Pablito."
„Can we stay like this? It's really comfortable." He laid onto your chest again, muffling into your collarbone.
„Of course. Anything for you." Not even ten minutes later, Gavi was sleeping peacefully on top of you, while you stroked his head softly again.
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liverpool-enjoyer · 2 days
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MY!!! LITTLE!! GUY!!! ARRIVED!!
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s6lars · 3 months
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as soon as a youngster in europe is doing well, gavi and pedri are immediately brought up. they are the standard
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barcaracing · 1 year
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Can i request a one shot about fem!reader attending the “supercopa española final” and celebrating with pedri and his family after the big win please? ❤️💙
mi campeón | pg8
pairing: pedri gonzález x reader
warning: just a few sexual innuendos bc pedri is being a little shit
a/n: my first request aah thank u for this lovely idea :,)!! this is my first pedri and fcb fic so yea. a lot of wild stuff happening today
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The score was 2:0 and you were close to tears. This was the club you'd loved and supported your entire life and after all these seasons of endless pain, it was finally happening—FC Barcelona was getting back to where it belonged.
You hadn't seen the team play like this in a very long time, but it was beautiful to witness. The line-up came as a bit of a surprise, but all doubts quickly dissipated once the game began. The players were dynamic, fast, and skilful. You were on the brink of giving yourself whiplash from all the head-turning you did, trying to keep up with everything while not daring to lose sight of your boyfriend on the pitch.
Even from all the way up in the stands, you could see the gears turning inside Pedri's head. It wasn't like you were trying to stare at him, but nothing drew you in like that look of unwavering focus and determination on your boyfriend's face. And when he broke into a sprint, you knew to your core where this was going.
"He's scoring," you said giddily, addressing no one in particular. To your left, his brother Fernando mindlessly threw the Barca scarf he was holding at your face and leaned forward, nodding eagerly.
"Come on, Pedrito."
You laughed and wrapped the blue and red scarf around your shoulders. Not even a minute later, it all played out.
Lewandowski passed the ball to Gavi who had been on his A-game the entire match. The Madrid defenders shifted their focus from Lewy to Gavi, but Pedri came running from behind, pointing quickly in front of him. Gavi kicked the ball across and Pedri shot it into the net. The stadium exploded in cheers. Fernando and you punched your fists in the air, shouting along. You felt Pedri's mother grab your arm and pull you into a tight hug. Rosy was sobbing when she pulled back.
"He did it! My Pedri scored a goal," she said, eyes glimmering with tears, and you were sure neither of your smiles could have been any brighter at that moment. Pedri's dad reached over and gave you and his son a hug as well, shouting a string of joyful words you could barely decipher through all the cheers. You just grinned back madly, seeing how you were at a loss for words anyway.
You had only let go when Fernando swiftly pulled you back to his side with one arm on your shoulder and the other pointing down to the pitch. Your gaze swept over the grass, searching amongst the celebrating Barca players the one with a number 8 on his back.
You found him. Pedri was strolling on the field with his hands cupped around his eyes, grinning up broadly at you and his family. You didn't think it was possible, but your heart pounded faster. You loved Pedri's celebration. No matter how much rubbish you and the other players liked to give him for it, you couldn't get enough of it. You threw both of your arms up and gave him your best smile.
“Vamos!” You cheered and blew him a kiss. Without missing a beat, Pedri used both hands to send you one back.
"Hermanito!" Fernando cheered along, his fist waving at his little brother. “You little romantic bastard,” he said at a volume only you could hear and chuckled. A few heads in front of you did turn, but neither of you paid them any mind. The game quickly resumed and before you knew it, the match ended with a beautiful score of 3:1. And with that, FC Barcelona had won the Supercopa de España.
You watched the celebration ceremony with shiny eyes and a smile that was probably etched into your face for eternity, but you didn't mind. Maria was alternating between you and her husband, squeezing your arms tightly whilst saying every once in a while, "I can't believe this. Finally!"
The fireworks eventually came to an end. People around you started filing out of the stands, but you were still giddy with excitement. You were quick to follow the González family down to the front row of the stands, waiting eagerly for those warm brown eyes to meet yours.
Pedri came jogging toward you all, embracing his mother first in a big hug. You were happy to stand back, watching him hug his brother and father next. When Pedri pulled back, you heard him ask, "Where's Y/N?" But before anyone could give him an answer, his eyes fell on you and your heart started pounding once more.
Grinning, Pedri stepped around his father and swept you off your feet with his arms tightly around your body. You laughed and crossed your arms behind his neck when he let you back down. Pedri's cheeks were still flushed from the game, and you couldn't help but press a kiss to his cheek.
"Hola," he said breathlessly, eyes gleaming while his hands settled on your waist. You needed a second to take in Pedri's post-game look. His hair fell messily to his forehead, sticking out this way and that. You couldn't even begin to describe how much of a sucker you were for it. Something warm fluttered in your tummy, and you told yourself to get it together.
"Hola," you finally replied, a shy smile blooming on your lips. "Mi campeón."
"Mi campeón, eh?" said Pedri, pulling you closer to him. "I like the sound of that. Might just have to stop calling me by my name."
You laughed and took off your scarf to wrap it behind his neck, gently pulling him closer to your face until your mouth was next to the shell of his ear. Softly, you let his name roll off your tongue and Pedri's grip on you tightened.
"Princesa..."
You hummed in question, pulling back to smile at him innocently. "I like saying your name." Pedri's face was unreadable to you, but before you could add anything else, he dipped his head and kissed you. His lips moved against yours, the familiar soft press made you lean in for more, but Pedri pulled back with a wink.
"Sorry, Y/N. This campeón has to go celebrate."
You gaped at him, then loosened a mock sigh. "I see the glory has already gotten to your head."
Pedri gave a shrug, smiling lazily. "I have been told that I'm a champion."
"Football players and their huge egos," you tutted, shaking your head gravely. "Too big for their own good."
Pedri smirked. "I don't think I've ever heard you complain about size."
"Okay, hermanito," Fernando swooped in, slinging an arm around his brother and putting some distance between you two. "Gross. Let's not ruin this moment by making me want to cut off my ears."
"Yeah, I don't think you could pull it off like Van Gogh," you said sceptically. Pedri laughed. He patted his brother's arm with a cheeky smile and stepped to your side, holding your hand.
"He's right. We need to celebrate this. We won the Supercopa. We're champions!"
You wholeheartedly agreed. The team had worked hard for this and deserved a proper celebration. But you enjoyed teasing Pedri just a little too much. Squeezing his hand, you turned to Fernando with a pointed look.
"See?" You nodded at your boyfriend, barely able to conceal your smile. "Huge ego."
Pedri cocked a brow, smirking. "You know what else is huge?”
"Pedri.” His brother cut him off, heaving a long-suffering sigh. “Please shut up.”
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let me know what you think :) stay hydrated pals
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missgavi · 1 year
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Omg you’re so right gavi would be such a sucker for his gf!! Imagine like the other way around, him fussing over her cause like that’s HIS baby and he’s so proud 😭 I bet his teammates would be like “what did you do to our gavi ??” Lol He definitely likes to play it off like he’s not into it but he’d love a gf who’d be all over him
First of all , you are now officially my new best friend. Second of all , I would bet all of my life’s savings on Gavi obsessing over the nickname “bebe” 🤭
Another sigh escapes the boys lips. Gavi , Pedri , Pique , Alba and Robert were currently waiting for you and the rest of the girlfriend to join them in the hotel lobby. The lot of you were going out for dinner and to them it seemed you girls were taking ages to get ready.
“How much longer ?” Gavi asked his friends , looking at his watch when a small tsk-ing sound is heard behind him.
All of them turn their head to see their significant others , immediately making their way over to you.
“Tsk tsk tsk , always whining aren’t you ?” You tease but it falls on deaf ears as Pablo is way to busy taking in the way your red dress falls around you , hugging your body in all the right places.
“Ai mi vida , tu eres la chica más hermosa que he visto” you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen your boyfriend says , his lips trying to capture yours in a kiss.
Just as his lips were about to brush yours , you swerved right , the boy kissing your cheek. He tries again and this time you swerve left , giving him the other cheek.
Whining , he tries again only to miss “bebe , dejame besarte” let me kiss you
Smiling you say “you’ll smudge my lipstick” you tease playfully.
Just as he was about to protest Pedri comes out of nowhere with Linda , his girlfriend , on his arm “Stop whining you big baby”
Shooting his friend daggers he begins his rambling “Cállate Pedri. Ella es mi novia y un pintalabios no me impedirá besarla” shut up Pedri. she my girlfriend and some lipstick won’t stop me from kissing her He says before grabbing you by the back of your neck and smashing his lips against yours
Grinning into the kiss , instead of pushing him away you just pull him closer. Breaking apart you look into his deep eyes “Te quiero mucho amor” i love so much love you muse
“También bebe , también” same baby , same
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sports-on-sundays · 6 months
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take care of me / Pablo Gavi
Summary: Pablo Gavi x fem!reader - Y/n isn't feeling too great, but of course her boyfriend is there to fix that. I'd probably call this a comfort fic.
Warnings: sickness, exhaustion, GIF is not mine, crying, fever delusion
Author's Note: If you enjoy this, I also have written a little Charles Leclerc fic, and feel free to request any other football or F1 imagines on your mind! (Check out my account please I'm so nice)
Also I have no idea why two of my works already have 'vomiting' in the warnings(?) But ok.
Requested?: No.
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Sometimes, you just have to cry.
You kick off your shoes, and flop onto the couch, burying your head in a pillow, staring forward into the back of the couch, facing away from the door and where you came from. Facing away from where Gavi will enter the room, when he comes home.
You feel a flood of nausea hit you, and you rub your forehead. Waves of warmth, and you get the first shiver.
Oh God, no. No, no, no, no, no. No.....
You breathe deeply, crying to calm yourself, but your feel panic set in.
If you're sick, it means you can't go to school. Which means you'll have even more work to catch up on. Which means more stress. More stress than what's already weighing on you. Which means...
Who knows what it means... It certainly can't mean anything good, though, of course.
It could mean failing classes. It could mean having to retake them, even though you don't have much money for that. And you know failing a class would feel like such a failure...
And the fact that you don't have any idea of what getting sick could lead to makes you even more stressed and nervous. You feel yourself getting more and more anxious as your body shakes and waves of heat continue to hit you, more and more, the more anxious you become. You realise that you're still wearing your professional school clothes. You unbutton the first few buttons of your white button down. These clothes are very uncomfortable, so you stand to go to change, but immediately, you legs wobble, and dizziness hits you, causing you to wobble and stumble back down onto the couch, as if some invisible force just pushed you over. You start to take off your blue skirt, and slip it off, and finish unbuttoning your shirt, taking that off too, so you're wearing the thin leggings you were wearing under your skirt and the white tank top you were wearing under your shirt. You lay back on the couch, breathing deeply, just convincing yourself that in order to put on proper clothes and to get a cold rag for your warm forehead, you have to calm down first, and then you'll be able to stand and walk enough to do that.
But how are you supposed to calm down?
Suddenly, you hear the lock of the front door click, and you know your boyfriend is coming home. You don't know if this makes you more nervous, or relieved. Nervous because you hate to worry him, and it would be terrible if he got sick, and relieved because you know he'll help you and take care of you. And show you love.
You watch as he steps inside, closes the door behind himself, and then stops in his tracks, gazing at you with wide eyes.
"Y/n! Are you okay?" he exclaims, dropping his bags before he rushes over to your side. "You look like a vampire!"
"A vampire?" you ask in confusion.
But he ignores you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. His eyes widen. "Lemme get a thermometer. You're... Have you been feeling sick all day?"
"Maybe... I think I was trying to ignore it, but yeah, I guess I haven't felt too great."
"Okay. Well just... Just lay down and relax now. Get comfy. I see you're getting shivers." He grabs a blanket and drapes it over you. "There. I'll get a cold cloth and fans for your face. Then check your temperature." And just like that, he's off and out of the room. Soon enough, though, he returns, and does just what he says he will. "39.7 degrees Celsius..." he says in concern. "If we can't bring this down soon, I am going to have to call the hospital."
"I hope it gets better..." you mutter softly.
"Me too, honey," he says, taking your hand in his. "Do you know how this happened? I mean, you're really sick..."
"I've just been..." You sniff. "I've been really stressed lately. I feel like my body has just been going down, down, into the ground, and maybe it's finally all..." You feel a lump in your throat start to form. "Maybe it's all finally come to crash down on me. Maybe my body really couldn't handle it anymore."
"Y/n..." he breathes, staring at you, those big brown eyes full of concern. "Why didn't... Why didn't you tell anybody?"
You shake your head. "I knew what people would say, and neither of the possible responses are things I want to hear. They'd either say it's not so hard and ignore it, or overreact and tell me to stop everything I'm doing. I don't want to stop at school. I want to get this degree. It's just really hard, and draining me of all my mental energy."
"What if you're trying too hard, though, Y/n? What if you just gave yourself a break, just a little? I know you're a hard worker, and that's good, but what if you don't have to be working this hard? What if you don't need perfection? I know you want to be perfect, Y/n, but if striving for that is going to be too much for you, what if you just learned to be happy with a passing grade, instead of a perfect grade?"
You swallow at this suggestion. "I don't know if I can do that..."
"Why can't you?" He gently rubs your hand.
"I don't know..." you sigh.
"Well, every night, you're studying so hard. You ace all your exams, tests, quizzes. Do you need to? I can help you, honey. Every night, after you've been studying too long, you know what I'll do?"
"Hm?" you grunt.
"I'll say, 'Come on, Y/n. It's time for you to stop working and start cuddling me.'"
You roll your eyes, but can't help but weakly smile at this. You continue holding hands, before after a few minutes of silence you whispering, "Pablo, I love you."
He smiles back, his brown eyes warm. "I love you too."
Suddenly, you feel an uncomfortable wave of nausea, and cover your mouth, sitting up, throwing the blanket off. Pablo seems to understand right away, and puts his arm around your back, keeping you steady as you rush to the bathroom. You lean over the toilet, and the tears come first as you anticipate the terribly feeling of vomiting. Your boyfriend holds your hair back, rubbing your back, as your lunch comes up and tears fall.
After a while, he whispers, "Do you think that's it?"
"Yeah..." you sigh, the tears starting to dry on your cheek, making them feel stiff.
"I'll get you some water," he says gently, standing up. Soon, Pablo returns with a cup of water. You use it to wash out your mouth, and he uses a damp towel to wipe your cheeks off. As he does this, he says, "I wonder if it's food poisoning or something..."
"Why would it be? I haven't eaten anything new. Or anything expired."
"You never know what could get in your food and make you sick."
"I guess..." you sigh.
"I mean, you could've just caught a virus from someone in your classes or something. That's completely possible."
"Pablo, I don't want you to catch whatever I have. That'd be terrible for you... You'd have to miss practices or games."
He shakes his head, and answers very short and simply, sounding completely sincere, "It's okay." He even shrugs a little.
"Why don't you care more about that?" you question.
"I care about you more than that. I don't know what you would have done if I hadn't come home. Maybe lay on the couch and cry. And let yourself be buried in despair, stress, and anxiety. Everyone needs reassurance sometimes, and I'm glad to be your reassurance. Just as long as you make sure to be my reassurance when I need it, too," he finishes with a little teasing smile.
"Don't worry, darling. I will. Providing that I'm not this sick..."
"Of course," he smiles, holding your hand and helping you back to the couch.
"I'm so warm..."
"Just relax. I won't leave your side."
So you do, laying down on the couch, putting the fans on full blast and cuddling up under the blanket. Pablo checks your temperature again, and reports the fever has gone down a tiny bit. You're less excited about it than Pablo, who speaks about how it will all be fine, your fever will go down and not up, and you'll feel better in no time. He says maybe whatever is making you sick partially exited your body when you threw up, and so now the fever is going down a little. You seriously doubt that for some reaosn, but decide to just trust him.
Soon enough, you're yawning, and soon find yourself drifting off to sleep.
But just when you're in that in between state, in the middle of awake and asleep, a sudden fear grips you.
You lay frozen, staring at the dark figure in the corner of the room. You can almost see it's dark hollow eyes staring into you. You feel your breathing pick up as the light in the room turns into moving, wavy, strange blends of colour. You feel your body shake as the figure starts to-
"Y/n! Hey, Y/n! Y/n!" You're shaken back to reality, and you grip your boyfriend's arm, gasping, looking into his eyes for comfort.
"What's happening?" you breathe.
"Nothing. You were probably just having a fever dream. You're okay."
"O- Oh..." you exhale shakily. "Okay."
Suddenly, you're wrapped in the loving warmth of your boyfriend as he leans down, hugging you gently. You absorb the comfort of the embrace, suddenly feeling extremely thankful for him. He kisses your warm, pink, feverish cheek, saying, "I'm here no matter what. Do you want snuggles? Would that make you rest better?"
You swallow nervously. "I don't want you to get sick..."
"Remember what I said? You come first. Would it make you feel better?" He's whispering, which calms your nerves further. You lean away from him and cough a few times, shaking your head.
Well, if he gets sick, you guess you'll be taking care of him then.
"Yeah... I guess it would make me feel better. But don't feel pressured-"
"I was the one who offered it!" he chuckles, and slowly settles in next to you, his chest soon against back. You can feel his steady breathing, which brings more calm flooding over yourself.
If he can be so relaxed, so can you.
He wraps his arms around you from behind, his head resting near yours. As you drift off again, it's much sweeter, and outlined with the soft, sweet whispering of your boyfriend. The last thing you're aware of before drifting off is his comforting voice muttering to you, "Y/n, I love you."
"I love you too," you mutter back, hardly aware of it, as your body settles down into a full, comforting, much-needed slumber.
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elenaxvs · 8 months
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See you in my dreams, Hermosa (Pablo Gavi x reader)
Summary: When you can't close the window and you almost freeze to death, but Pablo comes to your aid and wraps you in his warm body.
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It was a late, balmy evening when you awoke in your new apartment. The room was chilly, you could feel it over your bare shoulder, sticking out from under the white, fluffy sheets. Staying still for a moment, you thought about it and didn't even notice that Pablo had gathered almost the entire quilt on his side. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and wanted to fall into Morpheus's arms as soon as possible, but something in the back of your head was stopping you from doing so.
So you got up and despite the shivers that went through your pale body, as soon as your foot found a fragment of the floor, you went towards the window. Through the see-through blinds, a view of Barcelona's nightlife appeared in front of your eyes. Every now and then someone honked a car, and tourists gave a hard time with every fit of laughter. When you walked through the streets of the city, you felt "at home", like the unity of one metropolis. Everyone was similar in their own way, people were more open and willing to have fun. Every stupid mistake and prank united people, there was no room for sadness and remorse.
Looking at all this from a distance, the spots of invisible faces seemed so distant and dissimilar. Do people from the balconies think the same of us when we cross the lanes in the light of bright lanterns?
As you lived on the first floor, centrally above the renowned night bar, it was inevitable that you would hear the muffled conversations of the people dining there. Every now and then you could hear the slam of the door, the patter of heavy heels and the signal of the lighter being lit to light a cigarette. You were tired of it all. It was not always possible to go to bed earlier, sometimes, for example, when it was necessary to finish some important report for work, one would like to concentrate in silence.
But Pablo promised you it was only a temporary solution. He wanted to be with you, even at such a high price. You knew he had sacrificed a lot, and you didn't want to upset him with such trifles. Deep down, you liked to keep your patience with the vision of a slightly quieter, idyllic life on the outskirts of the city, where no one could harm you. You had no intention of leaving Barcelona because you had implanted your hearts in so many places and people.
You tried to close the window but to no avail. With every push and physical force, the gap between you and the fresh, icy air widened. So you gave up rubbing on the doorknob any further and fell back onto the pillow. You began to gently pull the quilt to your side, but part of it curled up and now stopped the warm circulation in the boy's body. You sighed regretfully and turned your head to try to go back to sleep, ignoring the sounds and temperature of your surroundings.
"I’m strong, I’ll manage" you thought, but with every second and a gust of wind your limbs froze and you stopped believing in the magic of these words. But then a miracle happened.
You thought it was the voice of some angel from your dream, welcoming you to his humble home. But no. It was his voice that reached your ears.
“Hermosa, are you okay?” Pablo said, opening his eyes lazily and letting go of the weight of matter. You turned to him and met his hazel eyes. You opened your mouth and he put his warm, smooth hand to your cheek and then to your forehead. He folded his straight eyebrows in concern and repeated the question. You wanted to answer, but you were speechless. As he touched you again, tears filled his eyes. You were shivering from the cold like never before. The boy didn't know what was wrong with you and he was terribly worried.
Pablo quickly took off his hoodie and wrapped it around you. To make matters worse, he wrapped you in the same warm sheets. Your body went through a huge heat shock, but when Pablo pulled you close, you started to ignore it. In time it all stopped. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and slowly fell into the clouds of sleep, aware that his strong arms were cradling you like a teddy bear. “They predicted an exceptionally cold night today. Why didn't you wake me up? You know I want you to be near me when we sleep. Don't be nervous, you can always come closer."
"Sorry. I didn't want to trouble you." You said in a sleepy voice against his neck. He smelled of cologne and… himself.
When Pablo heard your voice, he shook his head. “Don't say that, please. It's my duty to take care of you. See you in my dreams, Hermosa."
Dawn came as fast as Morpheus, finally inviting you to his dreamland.
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mess1ento · 3 months
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Marc and Hector are such cuties. Their friendship is so goals it’s almost pedrigavi like to me😕😕
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we1rdokid · 1 month
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𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 | marc guiu
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summary: marc promised to be her friend forever.
year: 2017
you were playing with your dolls when you hear your mom call you. "Y/N! come down please, my friend and her son is coming over." she says.
you feel a jolt of excitement when you hear that your mom's friend has a son. you put down down the doll and go down the stairs.
"so, when is this boy gonna get here, mama?" you ask her, with excitement.
"they're going to be here right... now." she responded, then you hear a car parking.at the moment, your excitement is through the roof. as the door opens, you see a boy who's around your age and your mother's friend.
she and her hug and you smile.
then you turn your attention towards the boy.
"okay. Marc, go up to y/n's room and maybe you can even be friends!" the boy's mom says.
you look at the boy again and next thing, you two were sitting on your bed.
"uhm.. so my name is y/n, I like f/c (fav color), and.. that's it." you weren't used to this feeling.
"cool. I'm Marc. Marc Guiu. I like football.. and uhh, I like blue.." he was awkward as you were.
the atmosphere was.. filled with  awkwardness.
"so, do you like football?" Marc asks.
"yes. I play it in my free time." you reply.
marc began to smile.
"that's very cool. so, do you like messi?" you ask him.
"yeah! he's my idol." Marc replied.
next thing you found yourself having a 20 minute conversation between you and Marc.
"no way! you know how to board?" Marc asks excited.
"yep!" you reply.
then an idea perked up in your head.
"wait Marc, I have a suprise for you!" you tell him.
Marc was very interested now.
"but you have to close your eyes!"
"why?" Marc asks.
"because it's a suprise, silly!"
Marc did what you told him to and you looked around and about in your drawer. you take out a sun and moon friendship bracelet and keep it I your hands.
"ok, you can open them now!" you say.
Marc opens his eyes and looks happily at the bracelets.
"woah y/n.. did you make these?"
"yep! and this one's for you." you squeal, giving him the sun bracelet.
marc puts it on and admires it.
"ok Marc. no matter what happens, you have to promise that we'll be friends forever, to infinity and beyond." you sigh, seriously.
"I promise y/n. friends, forever." Marc looks up at you, and you two pinky promise on it.
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year: 2022
marc: 16
y/n: 15
you and Marc have been friends for about 3 years now. you got a text from Marc saying he wanted to meet with you.
and of course you couldn't say no so, you went to him and your's favorite spot.
you find Marc sitting on a bench, looking at his phone. in a rush, you speed towards that bench and look at your friend, who stared up at you.
"you wanted to talk?" you ask him.
Marc had a serious expression.
"y/n we need to talk." Marc says, standing up.
"what's up I'm listening." you reply, putting your hand on you hip.
Marc takes a deep breath before continuing.
"you know my girlfriend, Ona?" he asks.
"yeah. what about her?"
"she.. doesn't want me to be friends with you anymore." he says, a lot of guilt and sadness.
"huh?? I'm not understanding you??" you reply shocked.
"ona doesn't want me to see you again. she's afraid that I'll cheat on her and.. vice versa.."
you felt the need to cry right now. when you thought it could not get any worse, Marc took off the friendship bracelet you gave him in 2017.
he takes your hand, puts in the bracelet, and shoves your hand to your chest. Marc had tears in his eyes.
as much as he didn't want to, he had to.
"im sorry." he finished, before walking off.
when Marc was out of sight, you fell to the ground, crying.
your friend of 3 years had just unfriended you, just like that.
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year: 2024
marc: 18
y/n: 18
you were walking back home, happily as Barça won the match. you then hear someone calling your name.
he sounded familiar.
a boy with fluffy, brunette hair and piercings runs up to you.
wait a second, fluffy hair?
that reminded you of someone, but you don't know who. he caught up to you, huffing and puffing.
"uhm.. do I know you?" you ask hastily.
"yeah, it's me." the boy stands up, and he looked familiar.
"hold the fuck up.. Marc? Is that you..?" you ask, shocked.
"yep."
you two stare at eachother's before Marc speaks again.
"look y/n, I'm sorry about what happened 2 years ago. I know I broke our promise, and I felt like a dick after that. I should have never broke ties with you and just didn't listen to Ona. The point is, I missed you." Marc says.
you begin to tear up and you hug him.
the hug was a bit long, but you didn't care, all you wanted was Marc. and what Marc didn't know is that, you liked him.
you two pull apart, then begin to blush.
"I missed you too." you say, before leaning in slowly, and placed you lips on his.
you had finally shown your feelings after 2 years of not talking.
Marc ran his fingers through your hair and you did the same with him.
you two pull apart, blushing.
you then get a jolt of anxiety.
"wait.. what about Ona?" you ask him.
"dont worry. I broke up with Ona last year. So it's really no trouble at all." Marc laughs.
and you laugh along with him.
"good. never even liked Ona to begin with. so good riddance." you smirk at him.
"neither did I y/n. neither, did, I." he replies, and you two kiss yet again.
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saw this photo, day made <3
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Heyyy! Could you write an imagine with Gavi where Y/N is a professional ice skater? And she's like super competitive and when she makes all those tricks Gavi fears that she will fall but she doesn't. Something fluff idk 🥺😭<3
his figure skater - pablo gavi
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summary: gavi loves the sport you do, but worries you‘ll hurt yourself
genre: fluff
a/n: what a cute request:3 i don‘t know much about figure skating, but tried my best:p
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„You look like you’re about to freeze to death.“ You laughed when you saw Gavi sit there with his puffer jacket, the hood pulled up and the zipper up to his chin.
„Yeah that’s because I am soon. How are you not freezing?“ He grinned, placing his hands into the pockets, shifting around to keep himself warm.
„I‘m used to it, besides if I would just sit there like you do, I‘d be freezing too.“ You countered with a smirk and kissed his cheek before going back onto the ice rink.
„I would‘ve broken my leg the second I stepped a foot on the ice! Also, I‘m not allowed to do dangerous sports says my contract.“ He shouted after you, but you just waved him off with a grin, continuing with your practice.
An important competition was approaching and you did everything you could to be in top form and win.
You were on the ice training everyday, sometimes going to the gym afterwards, practicing you routine over and over again until you hit perfection. Gavi admired your determination, happy that his girlfriend is also a professional athlete.
Ever since you’ve met him, he was proud of how good you were but also just so worried. You worked hard to be a professional athlete in the competitive sport, but he was just so scared you would once fall and hurt yourself badly.
Like today, Gavi stopped by after his own practice, waiting for you to finish. He could barely watch. These flips and tricks made him feel dizzy only from looking. Seeing you fall from time to time bruising your knees made him wide his eyes in worry.
Still, he supported you and was coming to your competitions if he had the time.
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„Gavi it’s just a bruise, it only hurts if you keep pressing your finger on it.“ You chuckled, slapping his hand away from the purple splotch.
Your boyfriend saw the rather large bruise on your hip after you emerged from a shower, immediately stumbling over to you, asking where it was from.
„I don’t like seeing you hurt yourself. I feel nauseous when I see you lay there on the ice after a fall.“ Gavi spoke, tracing your bruise with his fingers subconsciously. „Also, I‘ve heard if you get bruise after bruise on the same spot, it can lead to inflammations.” He lectured and pulled you closer.
„Baby this is my job. Falling is a part of the process, like fouling in football. And who told you about that bruise thing?” You asked with a chuckle, scooting closer to him in bed.
„I‘ve read it online…” Gavi mumbled, arranging the duvet for you two.
You‘ve told him countless times it didn’t hurt and that you were used to it, but he just wouldn’t listen.
„Imagine how I feel when you put your head where others put their feet.“ You continued, which got him thinking. Gavi understood what you were on about and acknowledged the fact that his sport could be dangerous too.
Since that night, Gavi didn’t express his worries vocally anymore, not wanting to stress you out too much. Still, he bit his nails while you were competing, just like you were doing during his games.
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„Be careful ok?“ Gavi had asked you just before it was time for you to compete. You nodded and kissed him quickly. The music blasted through the speakers, making you fade out everything around you. Gavi bounced his leg nervously watching you twirl and jump around the ice rink. You executed your routine perfectly, not one ounce of nervousness showing.
Gavi was the first one who started cheering as the song was over, whistling while you smiled proudly towards the judges.
Your boyfriend was already waiting for you, embracing you in his arms. Your face was mushed against his chest, giggling at how Gavi swayed you from side to side.
„You were amazing.“ He spoke, finally letting go to place a sweet kiss on your lips.
„Thank you. You weren’t worried?“ You asked, already knowing his answer but asking anyway.
„Of course I was. I was shitting my pants the whole time.“
People turned their heads as you two erupted in laughter at Gavi‘s comment, but walked hand in hand outside, not feeling bothered by their looks.
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liverpool-enjoyer · 2 days
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HELP MY MOM FOUND OUT THAT GAVI'S 19 AND NOW IM FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE
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s6lars · 3 months
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i love them so so much
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GAVI with PEDRI and LEWANDOWSKI watching the match between FC Barcelona and Valencia | 05 March 2023
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Can you do one where gavi comes home really drunk and horny and y/n has to deal with it!!
stop it, i love this already. 
Hearing keys jingle from the other side of the door, you figured Gavi was finally back. Tonight was boys night and him, Pedri and a few other teammates went out for some drinks. 
You had an exam in a few days and decided to try and pull an all nighter seeing as the house was empty and quiet. 
The boy finally made it into the apartment while you packed up your materials, shutting off your laptop and picking up stray pencils and pens, your notebooks and notes all pilled up on the table. 
Making your way over to your boyfriend, you could hear huffing and puffing from the hallway, and once you finally entered the room you understood why. Gavi was sat on the floor, struggling to take his shoes off, clearly unaware his shoe laces weren’t untied. 
When the boy spot you by the door he completely forgot about the shoe and stood up on wobbly legs, making his way over to you. “Y/n, baby, you’re awake” Pablo mused with a silly smile on his lips. 
Looking up at your boyfriend you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I am. Got some studying in for my exam” you explained, your hands gently taking his coat off and hanging it before getting back in front of Gavi, your hands caressing his flushed cheeks. 
“My smart girl” Gavi muttered more to himself, admiring his beautiful girlfriend. Smilling at him, you bend down to untie his shoes and when the boy said. “Bebe, not here. Wait at least until we get to the bedroom” he said, thinking you were about to give him head right here in the hallway. 
You chuckled at his silliness and untied his shoes, helping him step out of them before leaning back on your knees to look up at him. 
Seeing you on your knees in front of him, doe eyes starring up at him, Gavi let out a breath, one hand made it’s way into your hair while the other undid his belt. “I guess if you really want it.” Still insinuating you were going to blow him. 
Giggling , you stand up and hook one of your finger into his belt loop, pulling him towards the bedroom. The boy immediately clinged to you, his arms wrapping around you waist while his lips caressed your smooth neck. 
Closing the door to the bedroom , you spun around in the boys arms, smiling as his own boyish smile made you happy. 
Pulling back , ignoring the whining boy reaching out for you, you began undressing him, pulling his shirt over his head, ignoring his comments about you “objectifying” him and the way he teased you that you “couldn’t keep your hands off him” 
Finally getting him in some sleeping clothes, you made him brush his teeth and drink some water. While he cuddled up under the blankets, you grabbed some pills and a glass of water, setting up on the nightstand so he could take them in the morning. 
Joining him under the covers, his hand immediately pulled you against him, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist. 
Just as you were about to say goodnight , he began kissing your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt while his hips rutted against yours, his hard on pressing against your ass. 
“y/n, baby” Gavi muttered. 
“ yes ?” 
“Can i fuck you ?” he said very casually, as if asking what time it is. you giggled reaching over to wrap your hand into his. “No baby, you can’t”
The boy whined, his hand nevertheless pulling your panties to the side “Please?” he said overly sweet but you just shook your head, however not pushing him away. 
Gavi took his cock out of his underwear, giving it a few tugs “Lemme just...” he said breathless before entering you in one swift and gentle move. The boy stilled inside you, kissing your cheek. “There we go. Goodnight hermosa” Pablo muttered before going to sleep. 
Smiling contently, you cockwarm him throughout the night, sleeping peacefully in his arms. 
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