#dad!gavi

[barcapix]

make more Gavi dad plsss🙏🙏🙏

✮ Fútbol Play - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: your husband and daughter play football together, but he wont let her win.

a/n: who else is in love with dad gavi 🙋‍♀️

warnings: 0

“mamá,” julia whined softly, clutching onto your hand. “papá is being mean again.”

you chuckled knowing what pablo was like. “what’s he doing amoricto?” you said, crouching down and tucking her brown curls behind her ear.

“he’s not letting me win!” she pouted, “he says i’m too bad at football…”

just as though he heard you both, gavi waltzed in with the ball loosely in his arms, grinning widely and dragging his muddy trainers onto the lament.

“hey niña, why did you run off? i thought we were playing.” pablo questions gently to the little girl hiding behind your shoulder.

“no! only you were playing,” she said in defense. “you don’t even let me touch the ball!”

you stifled a laugh at your daughter bickering with your husband for his agressive remarks. even for his child he didn’t change.

“pablo maybe you should just let her win some,” you suggested with a grin, whilst shooting him a knowing look.

“yeah! you should!” julia squeaked back at him.

“what? and lose my winning streak?” he scoffed playfully, letting the ball fall from his hands to cross them over his chest.

julia only frowned at your husband, muttering silly words like matón and malo quietly to herself.

“let her win,” you mouthed over to him. “don’t be so mean.”

gavi teasingly rolled his eyes, then began padding closer to the two of you on the floor.

“jules?”

“mmpf!” she grunted back at him, turning away to face the bottom of the counters.

“i’m sorry hermosa.”

julia stayed firm. she didn’t wince, didn’t move.

he then grabbed your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and pulling you in for a light kiss. “i’ll take mamá out to play with me if you don’t.”

the sly side-eye she gave him made you grin, still facing him with her back. “no.. you won’t.”

a carbon copy of her dad.

stubborn.

“oh yeah?” pablo challenged, heaving you up from the ground and into his breadth arms. “c’mon bebè—”

“nooo!” she suddenly yelled, running to hit him on his knee and grasping onto your hand again.

“mamá is mine,” julia huffed, now wrapping her arms around your leg. “she’s not yours anymore.”

he tutted, repeatedly tapping his foot on the ground. “i mean, agree to disagree.” you could of punched him yourself as of now, cheeks flushed.

“it was a secret—she told me last night that she prefers me.” he teased, earning a scolding from you.

“really?” julia gasped, gleaming her beady hazel eyes up at you. just as you had predicted. pablo had already taught her how to use them against you.

i mean, fair play. you expected it to be later.

“no.. i’m both of yours, vale?”

“nuh-uh! he doesn’t deserve you mamà, he’s a meanie!” your daughter frowned, squinting her eyes at her father to appear mad.

“am not.”

“are too.”

he sighed. ���bueno preciosa, we should play a game to see who loves mamá more, deal?”

“deal!” she quickly released her left arm from you and outstretched to her dad. “if i win, i love her more. you win and you love her more.”

OUTSIDE. “mamá, you watch sí?” she shouted to you from the other end of the garden. “si, si.”

you rested comfortably on the silk of grass, threading dandelion flowers through one another to create a chain. you might aswell get comfy, this was gonna be a long game.

the first 20 or so minutes, your husband was recklessly firing goals at your poor girl in goal; scoring 8 out of the 11 he shot.

although, she seemed quite composed and relaxed as the score was 8-7 to pablo. generally speaking, the score would have been 20-3 if you didn’t remind him to go easy on her.

it was julia’s turn for the next kick. pablo was stood defensively in goal, bouncing on his heels.

“watch this mom!” she tried to, subtly, half whisper across to you, a cheeky smile curving on her lips. she took a few steps back and swept strands of her hair away from her sticky face.

as jules went to kick the ball, she accidentally stepped forward before kicking it, sending it flying past gavi’s reach, in the bottom corner of the net.

“tramposa,” (cheater) he shouted, quickly swerving up from the grass; the muscles in his face contracting. “you’re cheating jules!”

“haha, daddy is a loserr!” she mocked, pointing and giggling at him. you couldn’t resist to laugh too. the grown nature of a man, 20 years old, getting angry at losing to a 4year old girl.

mocking him when he loses..

she learnt from the best.

pablo snorted, now chasing her with open arms. “c’mere you!”

she continued to scream; tried to outrun her father, hoping to reach you in time. “mamaaà,” she wailed, the panic in her eyes laughable.

“quick! quick jules!” you urged, subtly shuffling closer to her without having pablo kick up a fuss.

she swiftly jumped into your arms, tightly fisting your shirt and snuggling her head into your stomach, quirking her brows up at him.

you chuckled again at how she surprisingly outran gavi, something that you would definitely—now—wind him up about. “she’s already faster than you. that didn’t take long.”

“okay, that’s it,” he warned, before pushing you mellowly down on the grass, tickling both you of you until all you were spouting were pleads.

“papá stooopp!” she giggled, trying to smack away his hand.

you laugh with her, even by looking at the utter frown on his face. “you should get used to this angel, he does this when he doesn’t win.”

“ey!”

pablo crushed ontop of you both until julia wriggled out from under his weight and nestled on the right side of your chest, with gavi on your right.

he enveloped one arm around you, his other around his daughter and held you both close to him.

“las amo a las dos chicas,” (i love you both my girls) pablo said mid-laugh, placing a wet kiss on your cheek, and unstyling julia’s hair.

all three of you lay on the grass of your garden, keeping eachother near and warm, enjoying the wave of silence before they began chasing each other round again and screaming like monsters.

moments like this you cherished. the two people you loved most in the world right next to you. it’s an honest thing to say you’d be lost without them.

pablo cleared his throat, shuffling his head closer along your shoulder. “so..”

“rematch?”

[the-bees-are-beeing]

[ikram1900]

Gavi running straight to Flick after his goal ❤️❤️

[ikram1909]

"ready to go" oh how we missed you!

[fcbgavi]

gavi and flick ❤️

[formulalfc]

Hey can you write a long story about pablo gavi finding out the reader is pregnant with his baby and when his friends find out they celebrate by a party?

We're Having A Baby

Pablo Gavi x Reader

tw-none i don't think

You had known for about a week now having taken a test when you missed your period for the second month in a row. Your heart had burst when you saw the positive result, you and Pablo had been trying for ages to have a baby and you were finally pregnant.

You didn't want to do anything too big to tell your boyfriend so you brought a mini Barca shirt with papa written on the back and laid it out on the table with the positive pregnancy test next to it.

When he got home from training he searched for you until he found you grinning in the kitchen. He looked at you confused until he spotted your surprise on the counter, moving closer to see what it was.

You saw the cogs turning in his brain for a minute before he looked up at you with tears lining his eyes.

"You're pregnant? We're having a baby?"

You nodded your head, tears springing to your eyes as well as he moved over to you and wrapped you in his arms, body shaking as tears escaped his eyes.

He pulled back to look at you, love and pride shining in his eyes as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I'm going to take care of you, okay baby? You don't need to worry about anything, we're in this together I'll be by your side every step of the way my love."

He gets down on his knees before you and grins, planting kisses all over your flat stomach, excitement brewing as he thinks about you having a little baby bump.

"Hey little one, I'm your dad. Me and your mamma already love you so so much, we're gunna look after you. Please don't give your mamma a hard time okay? She means a lot to me and I don't want her to be sick."

You both spend the rest of the day cuddling on the couch, Pablo cradling you against his chest, and talking about all the things you need to get and how much your life is going to change.

The day after, Gavi let his teammates know about the news before you guys posted it on social media, the lads were all overjoyed for you guys.

And so they planned you guys a little party for a week later, a get-together of all Pablo's teammates and their partners, and also getting in contact with your families and bringing them along as well.

You and Gavi were so excited to have everyone you love all together in one room, the smiles on your faces never leaving as they all showered you with gifts for your baby and their loving words.

Gavi didn't leave your side the whole time, and arm wrapped around your waist, stroking at your side as you spoke to someone about your recent bouts of morning sickness.

Your heart swelled as he spoke to your parents about all the things he had bought and how he'd started baby-proofing the house already. You couldn't be happier to be having a baby with Pablo and you were so excited to see him become a dad to your little one.

inbox is open send me some fic requests <3

[luminyra]

Dad vibes🫶

love when older players seem to adopt the younger ones😭❤️‍🩹 (Fermín and Pedri are his favs 100%)

[why-so-forward]

Gavi: *Gives Robert a friendship bracelet that says BFF*

Robert: Aww...I'm your best friend forever ❤?

Gavi: No, you my Best Father Figure! 😊

*Meanwhile*

Morata: * Heartbreaks * he has chosen someone else 😢.

[lecfoscism]

why is he the essential fine ass white boy in this pic

[barcapix]

Gavi as dad plzzzs🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 something like he learning new things what breastfeeding is plz plz🥲

✮ Glow - Pablo Gavi

pablo gavi x fem!reader

sy: the birth of your babygirl is finally here.

a/n: i loved this idea but struggled to write it so bad so i had to improvise and switch it up a little (im so sorry) BUT I TRIED MY BESTT😭

warnings: fluff overloadd

“how you feeling mi vida?”

you’d given birth to your first born, julia, one hour ago. and to say the least, you were really really exhausted. and that’s not even the worse of it.

“tired,” you simply replied.

“i bet,” your husband confided.

pablo took your hand into his, keeping it close to his lips. “you did amazing though darling.” he said, with that sparking look in his eyes. the same sparkle that you saw when you first met.

“where’s julia? i saw them take her away but it’s been—” you suddenly felt a wave of panic, spouting out meaningless words with every breath.

“ey, ey.. she’s okay,” he calmly reassured, placing gentle kisses on the back of your hand, instantly settling your nerves. “they had to take her to the affirmitary for checkups.”

“okay, alright,” you finally subsided.

. . .

“hey beautiful,” your mom said whist opening the door to your room, with belen by her side. “¿te sientes bien?” (you feeling okay?) belen asked, running a comforting hand through your hair.

“mhm, yeah just tired,” you repeated once more; already growing sick of the amount of talking you’d have to do in the coming hours.

all you craved to do was sleep, but you never wanted gavi to leave you alone. he’d been by your side almost the whole nine-months—skipping training sessions for appointments, doing daily night runs for anything you wanted—and now you had attached to him hip by hip, because he made you feel so so loved.

“why don’t you get some sleep? i’ll be right here with you. i’m not going anywhere,” pablo said reassuringly. “si, si. it’s whats best for you honey.” your mom piped up.

“si maybe, but i did kinda wanna see julia properly before i slept,” but no doubt the fatigue was daunting over to you, rubbing your eyes slowly.

“you will, i can wake you up when she’s here.” your husband spoke gently, tickling your forearm.

“bueno, bueno.” you stumble out. “nos vemos luego tortolitos.” (see you two lovebirds later) your mom teased, giggling.

the two women left the room silently, waving you both goodbye. after some silence, you kept wriggling around trying to get comfy. “hey pablito..” you whined a little.

he shot up his brows, looking at you nervously.

“can you do me a favour?”

“could you just..” you shuffled over on the bed, signalling for him to come lay with you. “please?”

his shoulders dropped in tension, because for a faint second he was worried. but he would never pass this opportunity, letting out a light chuckle and exhaled, “yeah, of course i can baby.”

gavi soon nestled next to you, draping the thin covers closer to the both of you. you curled up against his body, his arm cloaked over your stomach, that was definitely sore.

pablo promptly noticed the slight scrunch of your nose, and the soft motions of your eyebrows getting closer together—he could tell you were in pain.

“what’s wrong mi amor? tell me.” he inquired firmly, knowing you usually dismissed your feelings.

you groan, agitated. “my stomach is just a little sore, that’s all,” you whispered, laughing it off.

“ven aquí, let me help.” he pressed his large hand underneath your shirt, resting softly on your tender skin; etching delicate patterns on your belly.

you sighed in relief, the tension finally being released under your husband’s embracing touch.

The exhaustion from these past couple hours had enveloped your mind and body, finally calming you down to sleep.

pablo traced his index finger from your forehead, down to your nose, around your cheeks and then back up to your forehead again fragilely. before leaning closer to your ear, “i’ll wake you up when julia comes back in, just sleep for me bebé.”

“te amo.”

it’s now close to 8am, and you woke up to distinct chatter floating around the room, but also to sweet kisses on your hairline. stirring at the sudden light of the room, you squint around to catch eyes with your beloved husband.

“buenas tardes, sleeping beauty,” pablo hushed mutely, cupping your face with his left hand, “i didn’t wanna wake you up too harshly, so i thought kisses would do the trick.”

he left you giggling relentlessly, as he carefully brushed your stray hair out of your eyes so he could see you better.

unaware, both of your dad’s stood near the visitors chairs in the corner, staring admiringly at you two, swarmed in each others love.

“sleep comfortably bug?” your dad probed, walking closer to you. “pablo was telling us how brave you were throughout the whole way.”

“you did so well neña, as i’m sure pablo’s already told you,” señor paez added. you laughed again, looking up at your drowsy husband, whom was subtly smirking. “of course he did.”

the nurse who accompanied you along the way, walked in with your baby in her arms, gently babbling. “hey momma, i think your little girl is hungry.”

pablo beamed at the sight of her, in complete awe. the little bundle of joy that he waited nine months for was finally here.

as a reflex, he had quickly leaped off the bed, as the nurse handed her over to you. “oh she’s so beautiful,” you murmured, your eyes leaking for the, already, third time this morning.

gavi leaned in closer to the two of you, creeping around the side of your face. “hey princesa..” he whispered softly, “we’re your mamá and papá.”

in such indifference to his confident, boyish voice—this time it cracked, like for the first time you’d heard ever. his eyes were also beginning to tear up like yours, but he would never let anyone see.

“we’ll leave you guys alone,” pablo’s dad voiced, giving you both a gentle squeeze to your hands.

“we are all waiting for you back home.” your dad spoke mellowly. he pressed one final peck to your sticky forehead before soon walking out along with gavi’s father.

the nurse instructed you what to do; as you admitted you were a little anxious if you didn’t do it properly. “hah, no don’t worry mrs. paez, most first-time moms feel the same way,” she heartily assured, resting her hand on your knee.

the moment you’d been waiting for.

you cradled julia close to your chest, and she soon latched on and began feeding. pablo’s heart swelled as he observed the way you instinctively guided your daughter—your gentle touch reassuring her that you were there.

gavi couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two of you. the two girls he loved the most in the world laying infront of him.

“honey,” you hushed. “your staring.”

he finally broke out of his gaze, his cheeks a little rosy, but looking at you dearly. “how can i not? es difícil cuando ustedes dos hermosas chicas están sentadas frente a mí.” (it’s hard when you two gorgeous girls are sitting infront of me).

offering a shy smile, you mockingly shot him a glare as if saying, now’s not the time, but you still felt flustered by your husband’s flirty words after all these years.

“does it not hurt?” he asked soothingly, concern threading through his voice.

“not really. it’s a bit uncomfortable at first, but it’s getting better.” you responded back.

instructively, he shifted closer, tying your hair up in his hand. “you’re amazing,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “you really can do everything amor.”

as you continued breastfeeding, pablo finally spoke. “mario and ale are waiting downstairs, they wanted to come see you and jules,” he laughed mid sentence. “but i’m sure you don’t have wanna speak to more people.”

you shook your head, “it’s not that, i’m just still a little drained—could you thank them for me and tell them i’ll hopefully see them tomorrow?”

“por supuesto,” (of course), brushing an eyelash from your cheek. “i’ll come back up in a few minutes, i’m just gonna go say hi to them. are you craving anything? i’ll gladly go get it for you cariño.”

“maybe ice cream? oo! and that cookie dough from furno’s?” you beamed up at him. pregnancy cravings were sure tough work.

“normal food?” he widened his eyes in surprise “does this mean no more pickle and jam sandwiches?!” he shrieked sarcastically, practically giddy from disbelief.

“i guess,” you shrug with a smile. “but if you act that way again, i’ll eat them on purpose.”

as pablo left the room, you looked down at your precious babygirl, cooing in your arms and couldn’t help but let a few tears fall again.

“you are already so loved jules,” you murmured, your voice shaky. “mamá and papà love you so much. everybody does.”

you sniffled, prying your arm free to wipe away your tears. “but most importantly, your papá is gonna be right here to protect you. me and you both. he’s like the superman of this family, yeah?” you cooed.

it didn’t matter if she couldn’t understand yet, but realising that you couldn’t get any luckier with the guy you had with you now was almost like a fever dream.

he was perfect. as a dad, as a husband.

as if you couldn’t hold them back anymore, tears glide down your cheeks as ykh continued to sob quietly, of pure joy. you couldn’t believe you had this tiny princess laying in your arms, tightly grasping on to your finger.

an hour later, gavi walked back into the room with a handful of precisely picked red roses, a few rays of different shades, the cookie dough and the ice cream you yearned for.

“aqui esta linda dama,” (here it is) “the traffic outside is a nightmare! you know i was stuck in this huge queue for eighteen minutes!” he ranted, and you were biting back bubbles of laughter.

he carefully set your food down on the table beside you, then sat down in his usual seat. “do you wanna hold her guapo? it’s about time.”

he audibly gasped, like you were threatening him in choosing between you or your child.

“is that even a question?” he blurted out, now cradling her in his strong arms.

“hola mi princesita,” pablo cooed, rocking her gently side to side.

“no tienes idea de cuánto amor te tengo ya” (you have no idea how much i love you already) he slurred, the euphoria clogging up his throat.

he took a long pause to admire his newborn baby, smiling generously. nobody could wipe that smile from his face even if they tried. “you’ve got momma’s endearing features already, haven’t you?”

you immediately blushed at his words, still having the same effect on you as before; hiding under the box of your desserts.

“see? and i can still make her blush even now,” he teased, turning his head to smirk at you.

then he swiftly turned his attention back to her, delicately securing the miniature blanket around her precious body. “i promise to love and protect you every day jules. no matter what it’s from.”

. . .

the time of the hour when you had to leave finally came along, and it was clear you were relived. gavi strung julia’s car seat into his grip, carrying her out of the hospital whilst you closely followed.

she was staring back at you with beady eyes, the same ones pablo has. predictably, you already knew she was gonna be a little troublemaker and using her pouts to get what she wanted—a carbon copy of her dad.

although, even if she did turn out like her papá, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

[garciapimienta]

GAVI GOAL THIS IS NOT A DRILL GAVI GOALLLLL

[liverpool-enjoyer]

https://www.tumblr.com/liverpool-enjoyer/753213461787459584/the-gavi-girlies-on-tiktok-get-me-every-time-just?source=share

I mean yes!! Why not? He is THAT hot and we all know.. he is 20 in two months so can we stop babing him.. he's cute and all but we have to move on he is not the 16 yrs old we used to know

this yalls daddy?

(credit to bestie @tl-trashtalk for compiling the most =￣ω￣= gavi photos for me when i was sad a few months ago <3)

[ikram1909]

https://x.com/javichuoficial_/status/1939248739547333038?t=y10UVpcni56aCipaVC6TtQ&s=19

Pedri's family loves him so much

The photo being at the center too Pedri's family are just like me 😭😭❤️

[fcbgavi]

gavi and lamine 🥹

[agardenofbasil]

this is an odd pairing request … “god, you’re freezing cold” for pedri/hansi flick 🙇🏻‍♀️ if you don’t want to write this, you can replace h f with any other player from the squad

Actually, this isn't that odd! I like to think Flick is an untapped character. He has so many layers to him, so I hope I did this request justice. Enjoy. 🍃

“Too easy,” Fermin grins.

Pedri’s fighting a smile while his teammate nudges him to celebrate their early three point lead. But Pedri knows better. Flick is only a few meters away, at the whiteboard, drawing arrows. The man has super hearing, even when he’s giving instructions. And while there are very few moments that their coach isn’t serious, isn’t continuously drilling at them, Pedri pays attention to every word. The last thing he wants is to be embarrassed.

By the scribbles on the board and Gavi stripping out of his training gear, Pedri knows he’s coming off. He doesn’t mind. They spoke about this earlier. January is hectic, busy. “We will need you later,” Flick told him in English,specifically referring to the upcoming overseas Supercopa matches, to which Pedri shrugged and accepted.

They filter back out after halftime, waiting for Barbastro to emerge. Pedri hangs back on the benches and watches the rest of his team warm up. Gavi looks positively joyful to be taking his place, and some of the other new kids, like Sergi Domínguez, are more than eager to make their mark on the game.

“Where’s your coat?”

“I have it.”

“Put it on.” His coach sounds exasperated, as if he needed to remind Pedri of the weather. Pedri needs no reminder; he’s freezing, but he prefers for Gavi to formally enter the pitch before wearing it. Pedri shakes his head with a laugh, but is thankful when someone passes him a coat.

“Zip it up.”

“I will.”

“Are you mad?”

“No.” Pedri wishes he could say more, but he dislikes using the translator for every little interaction. “I want to rest.”

“Good.” Flick reaches towards him. Except when Pedri goes to shake his hand, the German withdraws. “God, you're freezing! Gloves?”

Pedri left them in the locker room.

Flick looks at an aid. “Gloves? For Pedri?” The man nods, going to the locker room. Flick shakes his head, and Pedri pulls the neck of his coat over his mouth. So much for not feeling embarrassed.

Gloves land in Pedri’s lap as the game restarts, and Flick focuses his attention towards the pitch. There's another goal, minutes later, by Pablo Torre, that Flick celebrates by punching the air.

Pedri cheers alongside them, but not without noticing Flick’s excitement. He recalls everyone complaining that Flick is too stoic. Too robotic. The memes of Flick’s expressionless face during his Bayern years. He wonders what they would say now, seeing the German celebrate with teenagers.

Ten minutes later, the same person who gave him gloves passes him a blanket. Puzzles, Pedri asks, “For me?”

“From Hansi.”

Flick doesn't turn around. He's too fixated on the game, despite being four up. Pedri smiles to himself as he drapes the blanket onto his legs.

When substitutions are made, Flick eventually looks over to him, giving him a thumbs up. “Good?”

If Flick is a different person at Barça, then he's all the better.

Pedri gives him a thumbs up back. “Good.”

[rl9forever]

Gavi with Lewy before the penalty