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#study aesthetic#study blog#study motivation#studyblr#studyspo#productivity#study notes#study abroad#study hard#study space#studying#studygram#2k23#busy#girl please#girl please study#come on#you got this
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About you — Pablo Gavi.
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x Fem!Reader
Summary: It’d been two months since Gavi asked out Lucia, two months since you’d talked to him. Two long, dreadful months. But the no contact hadn’t lasted any longer, because when the clock hit 11:40, Gavi was standing outside your door in the pouring rain, begging to talk.
Word count: 860
Disclaimer/s: this is a part two to Casual ! Angst to a hopeful ending.
A/N: this is sooo long overdue apologies..
Your house was deadly silent as you paced around, the only sound emitting throughout it was the thunder outside. Your deadline for a transfer request was in an hour, and you couldn’t make up your mind. You needed to escape, to get far away from this city. From him. But a small part of you just couldn’t make up your mind.
On one hand, the transfer to Paris gave you tons of new opportunities, but that also meant leaving all your family to live in a country you didn’t know. On the other.. that meant you could start over. Live a life free of Pablo, free of torment, and most of all, it gave you time to yourself.
As if could ever truly be free from him. As if you could ever forget him.
Twenty minutes. You had twenty minutes to accept. Hesitantly walking toward the computer, the screen shining brightly, showing the two emails you’d typed out. One accepting, the other declining.
You lick your lips, reaching toward the send button, when a knock sounds at your door. Jumping slightly, you turn around, facing the wooden door in surprise.
Without thinking, your feet move for you, dragging you toward it. Your hands too move for you, unlocking and opening the door.
In front of you is someone who’d been on your mind nonstop for years, more-so in the last few months. He was drenched from head to toe, his hoodie clinging to him as the light grey had long since turned dark. He looked like a wet puppy. How long had he been standing there?
He says your name, urgent and afraid. “Please don’t go.”
Please don’t go.
Confusion flashes across your face, how did he even find out? “What?” You choke out, heart pounding in your chest. “How—get inside. You’re going to get pneumonia.” You grumble, swinging the door wide open and stepping aside.
Pablo does as told, taking hesitant steps into the warmth of your entry way. The door had only just clicked shut when he begins to speak again, “There is so much I want to say to you, but first, I need to say i’m sorry.” He’s breathing heavily, as if he’d just run a marathon.
Mouth opening to speak, to insist he shut up, you’re the one being shut down. “No! Let me get it out! Lucia and I—we broke up. Well, she broke up with me. Said, ‘I couldn’t love her when I still clearly loved you.’ And I realized then how badly I fucked things over. Because,��� he sucks in a deep breath, whispering your name like it was the most delicate thing in the world, “fuck, I love you. I love you, and i’m sorry I couldn’t admit that till I already fucked things up.”
Your mouth opens and closes for what must’ve been a hundred times, stunned by his sudden confession. “Pablo—“
“Please, don’t go to Paris. I can’t let you get away again. I need you here. I need you to stay.” His eyebrows scrunch together as he looks at you, “I need you.” He says it slowly, making sure you latched on to every syllable.
With your chest rising and falling in uneven intervals, your eyes flicker across his face. He’s desperate, like losing you would physically end him. A look only comparable to when he’d torn his ACL.
“Oh, fuck.” You groan, “oh fuck you. Why are you doing this to me? After all this time—why when i’m just about to move on. Why couldn’t you do this before I figured my shit out.”
“Because I was—I am stupid. I’m an idiot, but i’m here now. I’m here, in front of you, begging you to stay.” He pleads with his eyes, with his hands, that were twitching at his sides, trying not to hold you, with his voice.. “I’ll get on my knees, i’ll do anything. Just please, please stay.”
Closing your eyes for a moment, you try to think logically. You try to think about how much you wanted this for so long, but also how badly he’d hurt you.. Do you trust your head or your heart?
But at the end of the day, the heart always won.
“Okay.” You finally say, nodding your head slowly. “I’ll stay.” You glance at the clock on the wall a few feet away, it was 12:01. “Not like I had a choice, the deadline just passed.”
Pablo lets out a sigh of relief, one that had your eyes narrowing. “Don’t sound too upset about it.” You quip, though your voice lacked amusement.
“Sorry.” He mumbles. “So—“
“You make my life so difficult.” Grumbling, you motion for him to follow you, “you need to take a warm shower, i’ll find you something to change into. I do not want to get a cold because of you.”
With a little pep in his step, Pablo trails behind you. “Okay, so what does this mean? Am I forgiven or..”
“Well, no! But you’re getting there.” You reply simply, knowing deep down he’d been forgiven the moment he uttered those five words. ‘I love you, i’m sorry.’
I just tagged everyone who asked for a part two, apologies ^_^
DTS , @halfwayhearted @pabl0andm3 @gadriezmannsgirl @spidybaby @alexis1taylorr @htpssgavi
#pablo gavi#pablo gavi x reader#angst with a hopeful ending#blurb#fanfic#fc barcelona#pablo gavi x you#girl please
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#harlan coben's shelter#shelteredit#rachel's like 'let me just put my hand on your leg on the pretense of asking you if you're okay#and then casually leave it there for the whole conversation'#girl please#that last episode did a 180 on their relationship#like even on the episode just before#where they literally pretended to be together#i never once thought the show tried to go somewhere with them#but i guess the cobens had an epiphany reading that script#because oh boy is that last episode going for it
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"yes he's lewis hamilton so yes he'll get into the points"
when i arrive to the whos the most delusional lewis fan but my opponent is some monaco based youtuber:
#girl please#f1#formula 1#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#brocedes#chinese gp 2023#shanghai gp 2024#mercedes amg petronas
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“I had no perspective on how bad a 13 incher is”
“👀👀 what u saying”
Dan he’s not saying you have a small dick I am begging you to sit the fuck down 😭
#girl please#I can’t live like this#phan#dan and phil#amazingphil#dip n pip#phil lester#daniel howell#dnp#danisnotonfire#dan howell#dapg
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likely thing for him to do!
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no other shade of blue, but you * ms47
you didn't have a favourite colour up until you met him
pairings: mick schumacher x fem!reader
word count: 1136
notes: i actually am so down bad for this man right now, don't really know what to tell you, so here i am with a short blurb for the man, the myth, the legend... also not THAT great so let me just skrrt skrrt
(f1 masterlist)
first dates, well, they're never easy. unless it's from a recommendation of your aunt's husband. she had gushed on and on about the man she was trying to set you up and while you were hesitant at first, hearing her husband talk about how amazing the guy is, you finally agreed.
you still remember, all those years ago, the unfortunate way that it had gone wrong for you and the man sitting next to you in his best suit. you press your lips together as you fumble with the lace of your dress, speakers booming with a monotonous voice as you tried to fight off the boredom that is unfortunately getting the best of you.
you drop your head slightly to glance at him, smiling slightly when he notices your stare. mick reaches over for your hand, squeezing it slightly before intertwining your hands. you remember when you used to pray, despite never being religious in your life, that you would never forget the way his blue eyes shine.
you remember how your car had broken down en route to the restaurant your uncle had asked you to drive to, telling you that he made the reservation under mick's name. you had to call your uncle for help, who was unfortunately out of town with your aunt, so the only person left to save you was mick.
you watched as his car drove up to yours in the dark of the night, you leaning against the trunk of your car. you pushed yourself off as he came to a stop right by you.
"are you okay?" he asked you, shutting the car of his door behind him. you had to take a step back to fully process the man that is approaching you. his pictures clearly didn't do him much justice, because he looks much better up close. "i called the tow truck, but it's going to take a while."
you smiled at him, at the time, only very thankful for the way he came to you without another question. "thank you so much for coming to me. mick, right?"
he nodded at you with a smile. "and you're hanna's niece, right? (y/n)?"
"yes, that's me." you offered your hand out to shake his, which he does take, surprisingly.
"i hope you didn't wait for too long," he muttered, turning away from you. he opened the door to the back of his car and reached in for something. "i was calling the tow truck for you and they told me they'd be a while."
you tried to take a peek at what he's reaching into. but he's quick with his actions, turning around to show you what's in his hands. it's a paper bag and a plastic bag with two cups in it. "we'll miss our reservation, and it's dinner - i assumed you're just as hungry as i am. i got us food to eat in the meantime."
you remember your heart skipping a beat when he laid it all out on the trunk of his car. it was just some fast food takeout, but you remember the way your heart felt warm when he pat the hood of his car for you to take a seat on.
"are you sure? your car looks expensive - i don't want to damage it," you said, shaking your hand.
in return, mick hopped on it first. he pats the empty spot on the other side of the hood for you to hop on. "don't worry about it."
you sat on the hood of that car for the better part of the next 3 hours. when the towing company told mick they would take a while, they were not kidding. neither you nor mick knew what exactly to talk about while you indulged yourself in a simple meal of burger and fries.
hour one was filled with food and small talk, both of you trying to properly navigate how comfortable you can get with your questions. you were still on opposite ends of the hood at the time.
hour two was when mick would keep the trash from your simple meal. you sat slightly closer to him, shoulders brushing as you indulged yourself in a conversation about the one thing you know about him: race cars. eventually, you talked about your relations to hanna and sebastian, and were curious why you'd never been to a race.
you would admit that you'd never been a big fan of cars, making it a point to gesture towards your beat-up vehicle that objectively ruined your date. he laughed, throwing his head back, and argued that this date was a nice change instead of sitting in a fancy restaurant for hours hunched over the table and trying to fit the stereotypes of a first date.
hour three, you found yourself a lot closer to mick. your shoulders are now touching and the conversation flowed way more naturally than you initially thought. he seemed to be more down-to-earth than you expected, admittedly scared away by the fact that his father is a very big name everywhere.
"okay, this is a stupid question," mick started, turning to you slightly.
"no question is stupid on a first date," you shook your head with a small smile. "what is it?"
"what's your favourite colour?"
you were stumped for the first time that night. you thought for a few seconds, looking ahead at the dead road as you debated in your head if you actually had one. mick would pipe down and slump his shoulders as he watches you think.
"i don't actually-" you turned your head to look at him, feeling your words catch in your throat when your eyes met his. you would feel this churning in your stomach as you looked at him, his eyes innocently staring into yours with his eyebrows raised to urge you for an answer.
you would sigh shakily as you answered him. "it's blue."
ever since then, blue has been your favourite colour. not just any blue - it has to be the specific shade that mick's eyes are. the dreamy and captivating blue that you would come to know and love for as long as you've known him.
before you know it, you stand at the end of the chapel with a mic in your hands. you glance over mick's shoulder, catching sebastian's proud smile before you return your eyes to the man who got on his knee for you.
"and actually," you say, as you wrap up your vows, "on our first date, you asked me what's my favourite colour." you look up with a small smile.
"i actually didn't have one. i said blue, because they're the colour of your eyes. i've never seen blue the same ever since," you smile. "i could probably live in it now."
general taglist: @cashtons-wife
#this is so#subpar#to what i was trying to portray#LOL#girl please#i might retire#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x you#f1 x reader#f1 x you#f1 fanfic#f1 fanfiction#disneyprincemuke#disneyprincemuke f1#disneyprincemuke imagine#disneyprincemuke imagines
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She prepared herself for bed, as to dream of him when there.
Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey (1817)
#jane: this cannot be ascertained though!#girl please#i always dream about henry tilney#northanger abbey#jane austen#literature
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Biden saying political violence like this in America is unheard of like he wasn’t alive for the last actual assassination of a president.
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Once again having to beat my brain w a bat
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Me reminding myself that the dream job, Bugatti Divo, two level house, morning pilates, Taylor Swift concert tickets, coffee, cats and books won't come by themselves
#girl please#girl please study#study aesthetic#study blog#study motivation#studyblr#studyspo#productivity#study notes#study abroad#study hard#study space
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actually I'm concerned about Celia. tf are you doing at that """support group"""
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Joe : of course I will follow this unknown person if they say Ming will be there, surely nothing bad will happen to me I've already died twice
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I’m still holding out hope that Sage’s plan involves betraying Homelander at the last second
#girl please#for us#I can’t believe I have to wait 2 years for closure#how the fuck are we gonna resolve all of this#it’s such a mess#I’m sobbing#sage the boys#sister sage#Homelander#the boys tv#the boys
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Maisie I am BEGGING you to get back on your folk music girl behaviour
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she fucking sucks. she changed to a winter coat for 1 month and now shes changing back and looks like a raccoon.
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