#gavi headcanons

[hugejk]

puppy love

just a little short fluff :)

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it all started one thursday night, scrolling on instagram reels with no intent. your head and phone rested on your boyfriends chest, him looking on your screen too. One specific video caught his attention. The video? a puppy eating some sort of puppy chow.

“oh, how cute is that” he said with a smile, tapping your screen twice to like the video.

“why did you like that?”

“are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“no i’m not saying that- whatever”

you continued on with your scrolling for a few more minutes before deciding to turn off your phone and to try to sleep.

the barcelona sun wakes you up the next day, sitting up in your bed you realize that your boyfriend is gone. Checking your phone, seeing no text from him. Yeah you worry a bit but you know he’s probably just at the store or somewhere with his friends. Fully waking up you go to the kitchen and find something to eat.

although- nothing really sounds good to eat. Taking a step outside you soon realized it’s way too hot to spend your day out there, taking a step back inside and shutting the door behind you.

defeated, you lay down on the couch in the living room, turn on the tv and try to decide what your gonna do today. You turn a random show on and start scrolling again on your phone, still wondering where your boyfriend could be.

That’s when you hear the door open and some bags rustling.

“guess who’s back!” he said holding a small white puppy in his arms, holding bags of dog treats, dog food and toys.

you were to surprised to say anything at the moment, so you really just stared at him in disbelief.

“pablo tell me your joking. what made you think it was a good idea to even buy a dog? how much did he cost? how much did all the stuff-“ you were cutoff with him putting the puppys little paw to your lips hushing you.

“shhhhh…look at him..he’s so…cute!” he said holding the puppy up to your face.

“fine, i guess he is a little cute, but i’m still a little mad you went out and bought a dog without even saying anything to me!” you said taking the dog into your arms

“it’s fine, this is like our kid now” he said looking down on your cradling the puppy like a baby

“yeah..”

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A/N: so so so sorry i’ve been so inactive, just been going thru like a most difficult writers block, like rlly bad. Please send in reqs for me to write. I rlly wanna get back into writing 🫶🏽

[barcalover86]

Hello can you do a fluff Headcanon with Gavi? Everytime the reader talks, walks, moves, he stares at her with love eyes, head over heals for her. Thanks

Headcanon-Pablo Gavi

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Requests open

Dating Pablo Gavi:

- every time he finishes his training, his going to your place or you to his

- he wants you to be there after a bad or hard practice, because you help him relax and forget about football for a bit.

- you don't stay so often over the night at his, because he has early training and needs to sleep well.

- when he has time off, you two spend your day together.

- you love when you do your skincare at night and try some of your creams on Pablo's face. You all the time take photos of his adorable expression.

- you help him shave, something that he really enjoys. By that, he can see your eyes better and admire your beauty. He is blushing non stop.

- you aren't that good at cooking, nor is Pablo, but when you try to make some food, you have your best time. You laugh a lot until you feel like you can't anymore and don't have air to breathe.

- Pablo loves walking with you, especially at sunset.

- he wants all the time to hold your hand or to touch you in some way.

- when you are with his family and are talking, he just can't stop looking at you with a smile on his face.

- he doesn't say often "Te quiero", but everytime he does it, you are in a special place (beach, his games, in his arms...).

- he loves to see you wearing his camiseta at games.

- you all the time are watching football matches together and you both are really excited and involved.

- when you are with his friends outside and are playing football, you are all the time in the opposite team to prove Gavi that you too are good at this sport and he loves the way you try.

- sometimes you are doing some karaoke at his place, just the two of you.

- he loves to put his head on your neck and kiss it and he looks so adorable when he does it.

- his kisses are most of the time sweet and full of love.

- he is always gentle with you.

- he loves hugging you and kissing your forehead.

- a lot of cheeks kisses!!!!! He is obsessed by the way you blush everytime he does it.

[luvgavii]

the hills - (pg6)

request: based on your recent post abt getting ur drivers license (congrats girlie) here’s an imagine idea: reader beating gavi to getting his drivers license and teasing him abt it then taking him on a late night drive where they get food and it’s all cute🫶

author's note: thank you, love. i actually love you.

warnings: suggestive but nothing too crazy.

summary: you and gavi drive around barcelona, blasting music and then going to the hills, overlooking the city.

You sighed for the fifth time trying to catch your boyfriends attention who was playing Fifa with some of his teammates on his PS5. Your legs were on his lap, but seeing he didn't react, you gently pushed him so he would finally look at you.

Taking his headset off, he finally looked at you "¿Qué?"

"I'm bored." You almost whined but you were desperate to get out of your apartment and do something fun, besides, it was rare that both you and Pablo were home at the same time.

"I'm playing right now, amor." Gavi wanted to put his headset back on but your voice stopped him.

"Instead of playing you could be studying the traffic code to get your drivers license."

After you almost burst out laughing at his expression, Pablo remembered he forgot to mute his mic and both of you could hear Pedri, Raphinha and Araujo laughing hysterically at what you just said.

Without any other words to his teammates, Gavi turned the game off and looked at you, stroking your leg.

"Okay, mi sol, let's do something, anything you want." Gavi said leaning onto you and pressing kisses to your lips, trying to make up for the time he neglected you while playing with his friends.

"Well, it would be nice if you got your license, I wanna be the passenger princess now." You laughed at the expression he made, mocking you.

"You're already a pillow princess, shut up." It was his turn to laugh now. "Come on, let's go for a drive."

"Oh I wonder which one of us is driving." You got up and pushed him with your hips while grabbing your car keys from the coffee table.

"You're so funny, Y/N." Gavi said mockingly again, hugging you from behind and trapping you between his strong arms.

"You know you love me." You laughed, trying to get away from his grip, but he was stronger than you and you knew it.

"That I do." He gave you another kiss, a kiss that started soft, but ended with his tongue in your mouth. When you felt his hands creep under your shirt and touch the bare skin of your waist, you pulled away, but Gavi didn't give up and started kissing and sucking on your neck.

"Come on mi amor, this can wait until we get back home." You laughed and pushed him gently, this time he let you go, and after you were both ready to go, left the apartment with your hand between his, kissing it softly.

Sitting in your car, you passed the AUX cable to Gavi, letting him choose what kind of music you two would listen to. Getting the memo, he connected his phone to the speakers and logged into his Spotify.

About an hour of carpooling later, carelessly driving around, just as you two were finishing singing "Me Gustas Tu", Gavi looking at you and stroking your right hand with his thumb at every me gustas tu part, you drove past a McDonald's.

"You wanna get McDonald's and go to the hills and overlook Barcelona?" You asked your boyfriend, even though you knew his answer.

"Fuck yeah, what kind of question is that?" He asked you excitedly, his eyes lighting up at the word "mcdonalds" like a little kid's when he hears the word "candy".

Ordering your dinner at the drive-through, and Pablo paying for it like he had promised, you drove to the hills, where you parked in the best spot that overlooked the city.

You ate, laughed, and overall had an amazing time. This bonding time was much needed, as you two would rarely go out like this, Gavi being away for matches or training, and you going to college and studying. So evenings like these were very appreciated by the two of you.

"Mm, I have an idea." Gavi said and got out of the car, throwing the trash from your McDonald's order into a bin, and sitting back inside the car, but this time, in the backseats. You let out a small laugh, knowing damn well what he was insinuating. Getting next to him, he pulled you closer without wasting any more time.

Connecting his phone to the speakers again, he started playing "The Hills" by The Weeknd.

"There's barely any space here, you can't dick me down properly here, Pabs." You giggled at your impatient boyfriend.

"Oh, I'll prove it to you that I can and I will." Gavi said, attacking your lips and moving to your exposed neck.

All you could do was pray no one parked or walked by your car, because if they did, they would get a front row ticket to all the things Gavi did to you.

[yoyokslut]

Dating Pablo Gavi would include:

‌Him being so attentive, making sure you're okay and always taking care of you

‌Him getting all clingy/needy when you both have days off

‌"no, please don't go, come cuddle me," he whined making grabby hands "I'm just gonna go pee, baby," you giggle seeing him like this

‌I just know he gets all shy and blushes every time you tell him how pretty he is or any other similar pet name

‌"¿quién es mi niño bello?" who's my beautiful boy? "Stop it!! you know I'll blush in no time" he says covering his face. You take his hands off his face and keep calling him names "eres tan bonito, mi amor" you're so pretty, love "el niño más lindo del mundo" the prettiest boy in the world "tu cara es tan preciosa" your face is so precious. He'd end up like a walking tomato after that

‌I feel that his love language is touch, so he would always have his hands on you somehow, whether is grabbing your waist, your hips, your hand, he just wants to feel your skin against his hands

‌He also loves looking at you when you speak, when you talk about something that makes you excited, he loves how your face lights up and the small sparkle in your eyes makes him zone out and just stares at them admiring how pretty you are and how lucky he is to call you his

‌Although most of the time you're the one who's making him blush it doesn't mean he doesn't make you blush

‌You would be watching tv or scrolling through tiktok and you would feel his gaze on you so when you look at him his just staring at you with his big brown eyes with so much love and appreciation and smiling at you. It always turns your cheeks red and gives you butterflies

[didishawn]

Pedri and Gavi threesome with reader? 🤍

Locker room schemingans (Pedri x Reader x Gavi) smut

Warnings: Gavi catches you both in the locker room

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It's late, Gavi had stayed back for some extra training, Pedri too, but the Canarian had long since left for a shower, mumbling something about his girlfriend waiting for him.

Gavi's muscles are tight as he walks to the locker room, he is exhausted, just in need of a very long shower before probably calling an Uber or something to get home -he really should get his driving license soon he thinks.

The door is ajar, and for one moment he feels as if struck with luck if Pedri hasn't left yet.

But when he opens the door to the room, he stays frozen on his feet.

He hears the clear sound of skin slapping over the low sound of the shower going off, he hears moans -both male and female, meaning he didn't just catch his friend jerking off.

Gavi knows he should leave, let his friends and his girlfriend finish whatever was going on in that stall, but he doesn't, your moans are like a siren's singing, calling him in, his steps are as silent as he can, being lured in, he stands right next to the stall you are both in.

Youe moans are clearer now, he sees the back of Pedri's head as the shower is open both on the top of the bottom, a door hiding the true spectacle, only Pedri's legs are, seen, meaning yours are around his waist.

You are begging for your boyfriend, you face now visible to the younger midfielder, eyes closed and mouth wide open, Pedri's lips attached to your neck, your nails digging into his back, the other boy is groaning, your body rocking against his rough thrusts, the two of you giggle, you smile.

Your eyes open, meeting Gavi's, you curse, hitting his friend so he too sees the younger boy.

Gavi expects Pedri to punch him, curse him, break off their friendship, he doesn't expect him to grin at him, he looks proud, inviting even, Gavi doesn't know what to do, but with a nod accepts whatever his friend is offering him -and so do you, when your boyfriend mutters the proposal into your ear, and you nod, soft smile on your face.

Gavi had never thought being inside you would feel so good under the watchful gaze of your boyfriend.

Because yeah, it might make him a bad friend, but he has dreamed of fucking you, how could he not? His friend's totally hot, totally cool girlfriend that looks so pretty bouncing on his cock.

Neither of you have the control, that one falls on Pedri, like the director of an orchestra, everything goes his way. He is the one who sets the pace, it's his hands that are on your waist moving you up and down lips on your neck leaving property marks, he is the one in control, the one that let this happen at all as he cruely reminds Gavi with the look on his face.

It's him who allows Gavi to suck on your pretty tits, who let's him see you in all his glory -something so many of his teammates have dreamed about, and for what he has heard, something Ferran already had the pleasure to see.

It's him who allows the irregular rut into you, who let's Gavi taste you pretty lips, the memory of it all forever engraved in his mind.

It's him who pushes you harder, a rougher pace, faster too, gets you both closer, plays with your clit, touches all the right buttons he knows make you see white, he has you tightening on Gavi, already so sensitive ti everything, even the smallest of things have him moaning out, how you caress his chest, his abs, nails digging into his back, lips teasing his neck, over his mouth, teasing words over the red tone on his cheeks and down his chest, his abs clenching as he fucks up into you.

He is close, so are you, he can feel, bit once again, it's Pedri who must leave him cum, the same goes to you, his pretty thing as Gavi sees him whispering sweet nothings into you ear as his fingers quicken on your clit.

It's Pedri who finally let's you both cum, Gavi filling you up, marking you just this one time as his, having you moan out his name, whines of "Pablo" filling up the air as you both gasp for air.

It's Pedri who dresses you up, who makes the promises of repeating the whole thing on the future, you both leaving, Gavi is left behind feeling as if he just came out from a dream.

But what a dream.

[i0veless]

CELEBRITY CRUSHES :: PABLO GAVI

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ an interview can lead to a lot ]  𖥻 PAIRING ー [ pablo gavi x fem! actress! reader ]  𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, slight angst? ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.1k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ idk if there are any - let me know if I missed any ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ this fic was inspired by @dachher and this short fic of theirs, and before you ask, I do have permission to use it as inspiration, and I hope you enjoy reading this ]

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The internet is a strange place. It's funny how a harmless clip can spiral into an imaginary romance in the eyes of the general public, even though the two in question had never met. Y/N L/N had never met Pablo Gavi. Sure, she had heard of him - though nothing beyond the highlights of football aired on sky sports late at night. But she knew of him nonetheless, as his good looks led the Euphoria actress to stalk his instagram for a couple hours on a boring Friday night.

So it was safe to say the actress was surprised when she woke up to her name trending next to Gavi's on Twitter. With thousands of people tweeting and retweeting about their supposed 'relationship', but one thing that repeatedly appeared was a clip from what seemed to be an interview. Clicking on the short video with tired eyes, only to be met with the attractive Spaniard's face plastered across her screen as he answered the question that seemed to cause the social-media uproar.

INTERVIEW CLIP :: GAVI REVILES HIS CELBE CRUSH TO BE NONE OTHER THAN Y/N L/N | A POSSIBLE BEGINNING FOR A NEW BUDDING ROMANCE AND A FUTURE IT COUPLE IN THE MAKING

Y/N was now wide awake as her mouth hung open in shock, having to rewatch times the clip several to confirm its authenticity to make sure it wasn't her brain playing tricks on her barely conscious brain. Safe to say, after ten minutes of digging, she could confidently say the video was real. And that was probably why everyone in her contacts was blowing up her phone. And why her manager had sent the star 87 texts and 123 calls.

Gulping at many missed calls, the young actress deliberated even calling Tyler back. But she knew better than to leave Tyler Markson on read as her manager's rath would be harsher if she ignored him. So she sucked it up and pressed the call button. As the phone rang multiple before eventually connecting, "hello", Y/N said, almost whispering out of fear. Don't get her wrong, she loved Tyler and considered him one of her best friends, but he was intimidating when angry.

"Look, it's not as bad as it looks. I don't know that guy; I don't have a crush on him. Hell, I don't even find him attractive." Telling lies had become second nature to the actress, so it took little to no effort for her to convince Tyler that there was nothing between them. And that was true. There was no relationship between them besides some slight mutual attraction, but no one needed to know it was mutual.

"Don't worry. It's all good. I just got off the phone with the Barca pr team, and they want you to come in a do a couple of interviews and promo for them, so be ready in an hour. I'll come to pick you up for the flight, and we'll have the shoot's tomorrow." With that, the conversation was over, and the call was cut. And with that, Y/N thought long and hard about what she would do as she packed her bags for the flight ahead of her to Barcelona, Spain.

If Gavi wasn't panicking before, he sure was now. News that a particular actress was coming to be a new celeb face in the ranks of Barca alums, the Spanish man knew precisely who they were talking about. And he was panicking, and it was clear as day to everyone that saw him.

"Amigo, calm down," Perdi said, rubbing his forehead as he watched his best friend pace around the changing room. But Pablo didn't listen and continued walking back and forth like a madman until Lewandowski placed a hand on his shoulder. "Sit down, Gavi"; with that, the young Barca star was seated. "Look, you will be fine." Frenkie De Jong chimed in.

"But what if I'm not? She's going to think I'm weird."

"Gavi, go talk to her after. Maybe even ask for her number."

"What are you talking about? I can't just go to her and say hi can I have your number? She's a huge actress."

"And? you are a huge footballer."

But before the duo could argue any further, Xavi said it was time to go and greet the guest. As they filed out of the room, he caught a look from his manager as if to say, 'don't do anything stupid, kid.' as the Barcelona players all walked to the field, they were met with the sight of the actress and her team stood on the grass getting ready to shoot the promos. Gavi was speechless - she looked even more beautiful in person.

But a cough from Lewandowski stopped him from embarrassing himself further, as he completely ignored the girl as she waited for him to introduce himself. "I'm Gavi," he finally muttered awkwardly, making all his teammates want to strangle him or facepalm into the pitch. "I know who you are, Pablo Gavi" with that being said, the Spanish boy turned red as his Spanish national team shirt.

But his response was cut short by the camera crew who wanted to start filming. As they began to shoot a couple of videos, the players were pleasantly surprised that Y/N was immensely talented. Not that they thought she wasn't, but they assumed her talents only extended to acting, and the fact that she knew three languages (English, Spanish and French) and was decent at football impressed them more. And god, did Gavi look like an idiot as he watched her speak Spanish.

He couldn't help it. Something about how his mother tongue sounded on her made him lose it. And when it came time to give the actress her personalised Barcelona jersey, he wondered what she would look like with his number and name on her back. By the end of filming, all the players could sigh relief as they could finally escape the love-drunk Gavi and run to safety.

And to be honest, Pablo did the same, with his tail in between his legs, dying from embarrassment because of how he acted in front of his crush. And as he wallowed in the sorrow of running his seemingly only chance with the girl of his dreams. He felt a rustle of something in his pocket. Dipping his hand in to see what it was, he was met with a small piece of paper. Pulling it out, he was met with a surprising note from the one and only Y/N L/N.

'Let's forget the clip and start from a blank slate. Call me xxx-xxx-xxx - Y/N <3

He was smiling like an idiot for the rest of the week, and everyone knew why.

[julianalvarez9]

maybe reader teaching gavi how to play minecraft instead or sm

headcanons: gavi playing minecraft

author's note: this is the first hc i post, but i had this req from so long ago and I didn't want to continue postponing it 🥹 hope you like it!!!

gavi's not someone to really enjoy flights

this one isn't even that long -but yeah, he's still unhappy about it

he doesn't tend to carry many thing with him, just his phone sometimes

the absolute opposite to you: you've got a physical copy of a book, the latest episodes of the serie you've been binge watching for the past week, and a playlist full of music

you're not in the mood for any of it though

instead, you turn on your notebook and find the minecraft icon

"¿qué es eso?" asks pablo by your side

he looks a little confused like ????

"¿a qué te referis? ¿nunca jugaste minecraft, pablo?" (what do you mean? you've never played minecraft, pablo?)

he shrugs like you've just asked the most ridiculous question

"¿qué hacías en 2014? (what were you doing in 2014?) you ask jokingly

you remember playing it nonstop when you came back from school

it was everything your classmates ever talked about so you didn't have a choice but to join them to see what was so interesting about it

safe to say you started getting obsessed too

"probablemente jugando fútbol" (probably watching football) pablo said nonchalantly before tilting your notebook so he could see what you were doing

you started playing under his attentive stare

explained the basics

"estoy cortando madera de los árboles, para hacer una casa" (i'm cutting wood from the trees, so i can make a house)

he'd start to pay more attention by then, suggesting where it's best to start building the house and stuff

"¿no sería mejor hacerla cerca del agua?" (wouldn't it be best to place it near water?)

"sí, pero también necesitas carbón y otros metales que están en las minas" (yeah, but you also need coal and other metals that are on the mines)

pablo's face would FALL when you tell him that you have to kill a sheep to make the bed

"¿no hay otra manera?" (isn't there another way?)

also, you turned the monster option off bc you get scared by the little archer one (what's his name????) and he LAUGHS in your face

"ok, juega tú entonces" (ok, you play then) and turn the little option on

safe to say he's dead in less than 1 minute

"¿viste cómo explotó? no es justo" (did you see how it exploded? it isn't fair)

the flight wasn't that long so you arrive at your destination before you expected

"¿podemos jugar otra vez algún día?" (can we play it again someday?)

"si gustas, pablo, seguro" (if you'd like, pablo, sure)

[pedripepinillo]

dating gavi would include:

- pablo robándote miradas mientras no te das cuenta, sonriendo con ESA sonrisa totalmente enamorada

- lavarse los dientes al mismo tiempo y sonreírse con la boca llena de espuma :’)

- te toma fotos en todo momento, literalmente las fotos mas vergonzosas y malas, pero él las atesora como su más preciado, pues, tesoro.

- abrazos necesitados. pablo está touch starved en algún nivel, nunca fue afín al contacto físico pero cuando está contigo se vuelve la persona más amorosa del mundo

- tienen días enteros en la cama. realmente disfruta estar con vos haciendo absolutamente nada. pero al menos están juntos

- las risas no faltan. a veces te hace reír tanto con cualquier estupidez que dice que te duele el estómago durante horas de tanto que te reís.

- besos suaves en tu frente <3

- todo el tiempo está tomando tu mano sin siquiera darse cuenta, tomarla es más como un reflejo.

- te envía memes random a las tres de la mañana y juras, de verdad juras que ya lo vas a bloquear, pero es tu novio y lo amas así que no podrías hacerlo

- guarda una polaroid de ustedes dos en su billetera <3 la tomaron cuando fueron al photobooth de paris !!!!!!!!

- TE GUARDA DULCES !!!!1!1! siempre tiene dulces en su bolsillo para dártelos a cualquier hora del dia

- te regala incluso hasta rocas que se encuentra en la calle y piensa que son lindas para dártelas

- “mira, esto me recordó a ti”

- “¿una… roca? gracias, amor :)”

- y luego te saca los datos más random en cualquier momento

- “¿sabias que los pingüinos les obsequian rocas a sus parejas cuando están enamorados? eso significa que estarán juntos para siempre.”

- honestamente cada cosa que dice te hace enamorar más de él <3

- se etiquetan en posts de instagram de giveaways y nunca ganan nada

- BATALLAS DE BAILE A MEDIA NOCHE

- pablo lee los mensajes antiguos que se enviaban para recordar lo cringe que eran antes de ser novios <3

[gavissidehoe]

Dating Pablo Gavi

Gavi was the person who taught you what love really was.

The two of you had met unexpectedly after he split his drink all over you in a restaurant while rushing out to go home before paparazzi. He spent over 5 minutes apologising to you with bright pink cheeks displayed over his face. He insisted on buying you a drink and had asked for your number and one thing led to the next and here you were.

He was the worlds #1 sucker for neck kisses. Always wanting to give and receive neck kisses and getting into moods if he wasn’t given one.

He would often wake you up by kissing your neck gently while rubbing his hands through your long soft hair.

He loved when you came to his games. Always trying to find you in the crowd of Camp Nou and sending cheeky subtle winks towards you.

Although you had been together nearly a year, both of you often found yourself blushing at things the other did

He always blushed when you called him ‘bebe’ and the same for you when he called you ‘princesa’ .

His parents didn’t like the idea of him at first afraid of him being the typical fuckboy footballer however they soon changed their opinion when they seen how he treated you ‘like a princess’.

He thought you were the smartest person on earth. His clever girl. He always liked to watch you study not in a weird way but so he could admire you. How your eyes would furrow in confusion when something didn’t make sense and how your beautiful eyes scammed the words written on the pages infront of you.

He LOVED spoiling you. It was never a surprise seeing him come home with a bag from your favourite shops and gifting you with anything and eveything.

He adored when you wore HIS jeresy with HIS name on the back.

For your six month anniversary he bought you an anklet with the letter G on it promising you it would soon be your surname when you were both ready.

He found it difficult to sleep when you weren’t lying beside him keeping him warm with your hair pressed up against his bare chest.

However he does not enjoy waking you up before your ready. As it is a nightmare. You need your ‘beauty sleep’ however he says you don’t need anything to beautify you as your already perfect enough.

You were close to being one of his fans as you often found yourself scrolling and liking edits of him on tiktok. As much as you loved tiktok twitter was by far your favourite often laughing at memes of your boyfriend and teasing him about them.

You would never admit it but you had gotten into reading fanfics on tumblr and wattpad and let’s just say you enjoyed some of them a little too much.

The day you met his parents was the most nerve wrecking day of your life. But they welcomed you as their own and you often enjoyed game nights and movie nights together

A/N: Help i hate this so much die

[mqsi]

It’s late and I can’t sleep so here’s a random thought

Gavi is a light sleeper, you move around a bit, he wakes up. Going to the bathroom at 2am? He’s awake when you get back. Boy is always tense, ready to fight someone in his sleep.

On the other hand, nothing can wake Pedri up. You could jump on the bed he would be a sleep. You woke up before him on your free day? Forget about waking him up, he’ll just turn his back to you. He gets limited rest, so sleep is a priority.

[s6lars]

reds and yellows.

gavi’s temper has gotten the best of him on the pitch and you propose a solution to calm him down. (wc: 4.8k)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. pg6 x reader.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. smut — mdni! established relationship, switch!gavi, little to no plot just filth tbh

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. cursing, explicit nsfw content; unprotected sex, dry humping, orgasm denial, oral (m&f), impact play, implied aftercare

𝐀/𝐍. reupload from 888bear. this was initially written towards the end of last season, before the 2nd leg against atletico (and before his injury 💔). probably my last reupload in a while, enjoy!

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you yelled, irritated at the scenes unfolding before you at Camp Nou. The bright yellow card being raised in Gavi’s direction was visible from the stands miles away.

Strings of curse words can be heard as the crowd around you begin to hurl protests toward the referee’s actions. The shared anger of the fans only riles you up further, despite your best attempts at keeping composure.

To take the ball from the opposing team, Gavi slides in front of the player carrying it. His foot makes contact with the man, only grazing it slightly, but the player dramatically falls to the ground, clutching his calf in pain. 

Gavi and the Barca players saw right through the player’s theatrics, yet their arguing failed to stop him from being booked. Again. He had amassed several yellow cards in the previous few months alone, and he’s missed key matches as a result. It was starting to become a habit.

This feat, was easily used against him by his opponents. They would purposely start a dispute with Gavi — be it in the form of a nudge, trash-talking, or straight-up foul play. All they had to do was sit back and wait for him to take the bait, which usually ended in a yellow card, or his performance deteriorating as his anger levels increased.

As much as you loved him and were willing to defend him, you couldn’t deny the truth. Sometimes, Gavi doesn’t know how to keep his anger in check.

You knew something had to be done about it, and the match you watched was the final straw.

About a week later, you two were cuddled in bed at Gavi’s house. He had to leave for a game against Atlético Madrid early the next morning. It had become a tradition for you to stay the night before Gavi had to leave for an away game, especially if you couldn’t tag along.

Your head rested on Gavi’s bare chest while his right arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you snugly against him. The topic of his recent performances comes up in your usual late-night talks, his fingers drawing circles on your back as he speaks.

“Amor, you know I love you forever, right?” you asked, looking up to meet his brown eyes.

“Of course.”

You took a deep breath before you spoke. “People are right. You can get too angry sometimes.”

Gavi throws his head back on the pillow, his eyes now fixated on the ceiling as he huffs in frustration. His free hand ruffles through his loose brown locks. “I know. Trust me, I know.”

You wriggle free from his grip and prop yourself sideways on one elbow, looking down at him with a softened gaze. The criticism (which borders on hate most of the time) that Gavi receives has always been a sensitive topic to you both.

“Everyone around me says that. I’ve been working on it. But, it’s just hard when everyone keeps taunting me about it. Like, sometimes, I’ll just be walking and then some dude elbows me in the back to try to get me riled up. Or, when everyone expects you to play aggressively because that’s all they chalk me up as, apparently,” he rants. 

Your hand travels up his body and lands on his cheek, cupping it gently. Gavi leans into your touch as your thumb rubs the soft skin back and forth, giving him unspoken reassurance.

“And I’m scared for the next game against Atléti. They’re a really strong club and we’ve had our fair share of fights, I guess, in the past. If I get booked, I’ll miss the next match,” Gavi explains.

An idea popped into your head. It was something you’ve been thinking of for the past week, and now it was the perfect opportunity to present it to him.

“How about…” You were now fully sitting up, your hand moving from Gavi’s cheek to his abdomen. “...we make a deal?”

Gavi’s head tilts in confusion. “What deal?”

“If you can go the next match without getting booked, you get a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

Biting your lip, you throw one leg over Gavi’s thighs, hovering over his frame, your hands now on opposite sides of his head. Your actions take Gavi by surprise, yet his hands instinctively move to grip your waist. You lean your head lower until your lips come in contact with his earlobe, brushing the flesh gently. 

“This kind of reward.”

Your lips hungrily leave a trail of kisses behind his ear, trailing down his neck and latching onto his sweet spot. Gavi groans at the feeling, his head leaning to the side to allow you more access. His hands travel down your body, taking in the feel of your curves before stopping at your ass, gripping the flesh. 

You stop your assault on his neck to prevent any marks from forming, instead resorting to pressing your lips to his. Taking his bottom lip in between your teeth, you pulled away lightly before closing the gap once more. You waste no time swiping your tongue against the flesh, slipping past his lips. Gavi moans into your mouth, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair as your lips mold against each other.

You pulled away and sat up straight, admiring the state you left Gavi in. His pupils were blown out, his lips were swollen and glossy, and beads of sweat were forming in his ruffled hair. The heat between your thighs grows by the minute as your body screams at you to do something about it.

Placing your palms flat on his chest, you slide lower down his torso until your core eventually comes in contact with his growing bulge. A synced moan erupts from both of you, your bodies desperate to align.

You lift your hips by just a few inches and plant them back down. You repeat this action a few times until you find a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth on Gavi’s crotch. You can feel how painfully hard he is beneath your equally throbbing core. 

“Ah, fuck, amor…” you whine in ecstasy, knowing how much Gavi loves it when you get vocal. “Feels so good.”

Gavi’s breathing becomes rapid as you pick up the pace. His hips buck up to meet your movements, moans and whines spilling out from his throat every second.

“God, don’t stop.” Gavi’s hands find the straps of your pajamas, tugging the string down your shoulder to free your breasts. His hand grips the mound of flesh, squeezing it in his palm, causing you to throw your head back.

Fire coursed through your veins, concentrated on the movement between your thighs. You’re sure the dripping wetness has stained Gavi’s sweats at this point, a testament to your pleasure. A whimper leaves your lips every time your clothed clit rubs against the coarse fabric, the sound echoing within the room.

Your movements become more erratic as your hand reaches up to fix your hair, grinding harder to chase your high. The sight was nothing short of art to Gavi, seeing the mess you’ve made yourself on top of him. Your desperate mewls reaching his ears only egged him on further.

Gavi’s chest is heaving and his eyes struggle to remain open. His moans were growing louder and his head was almost completely thrown back, letting you know he was close to coming undone. 

Gavi feels the flames pooling in his lower abdomen. His hips begin to stutter as he feels his cock pulsating inside his sweatpants, aching to finish. He closes his eyes shut, feeling small beads of sweat form on his temples. 

It was then that you lifted yourself off of him completely, abruptly ending your movements. Gavi’s head snaps up at the sudden loss of contact, totally confused.

You reached over to your side of the bed, turning off the bedside lamp, leaving the room in total darkness. You fix your top and lay down beside him, pulling the covers up.

“It’s getting late. You need to be up early tomorrow,” you said, planting a kiss on Gavi’s cheek and turning away from him.

Your movements happened so quickly that it took several minutes for Gavi to process them. He props himself up on his elbows, breathing heavily as he tries to understand what just happened.

In the dark, right beside him, a mischievous grin crept up on your face. You had left him flustered and painfully hard just moments away from release. To be fair, it was painful for you too, but the thought of your plan commencing made up for it.

Gavi looks down next to him, seeing you bundled underneath the sheets. He knows you’re not waking up to finish what you started. Begrudgingly, he lies under the covers to join you. He only wraps an arm around your shoulders, keeping his lower body as far away from you as possible.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. Gavi had left for his travels, the sticky note on his side of the bed telling you so. You couldn’t wait for what could unfold in the coming days.

Gavi sits on the bench in the Metropolitano dressing room, Atlético Madrid’s stadium. He bounces his leg impatiently, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness for the game ahead. He’s on his phone, replying to some final texts of support before he heads to the tunnel.

Among the sea of notifications, he finds yours at the very top.

[19:36] mi vida 💗: good luck baby !!! i love you no matter what 🥰 go out there and kill it !!

Gavi smiles to himself reading your text. You always made sure to cheer him on in whatever way possible before a game, be it via text, Facetime, or being there in person. He was the luckiest person on Earth to have you.

At home, you were sitting on your living room couch, across the TV, patiently waiting for the kick-off to start. 

When Gavi replies to your text, you realize he was still in the dressing rooms. You thought he had already left for the tunnel and wouldn’t respond until after the game. Knowing this, another idea popped into your head. You’ve been getting a lot of them recently.

You tugged your shorts down your legs and tossed them to the floor. There was a body-length mirror right next to the TV, visible from one corner of the sofa. 

Maybe Gavi needed a little more motivation before he played.

[19:38] mi vida 💗: [sent a photo]

When Gavi opened your next notifications, it took everything in him not to spit out his mouthful of Gatorade. 

You were sitting on the couch, wearing Gavi’s home kit. The hem of the shirt was lifted, in between your teeth, partially exposing your bare chest. Your knees were pressed together and folded to the side, displaying the fact you weren’t wearing anything underneath. The sight has Gavi’s eyes bulging out of their sockets, and if it weren’t for Xavi letting the boys know it was time to head out, he would’ve stared at it for hours.

Gavi only had thoughts of you in his head as he walked to the tunnel. He desperately tries to shake them off to focus on the game ahead, and the deal you proposed the day before. To the people around him, Gavi only looked nervous. In reality, he was battling sinful images in his mind. He was yelling at his brain to stop the tent in his shorts from growing further, hoping his face isn’t as red as he thinks it is.

You watched intently from the comfort of your home as the match commenced, signaled by the blow of the whistle. Gavi was in the starting lineup (as usual), and it didn’t take long for the game to get intense.

Gavi dribbles the ball into the box, and the Atléti defenders in front of him attempt to block his moves. As they press him harder, he takes a chance and shoots, but it ends up going wide. Gavi sinks to his knees in frustration, strikes the grass, and walks off. You debate to yourself if that counts as getting aggressive, but decide otherwise as he wasn’t taking it out on a player. 

The risk of getting booked comes when Gavi is dribbling the ball again, making moves toward the enemy goal. Suddenly, a player runs up from behind, pushing him forward, and causing him to tumble toward the ground. Usually, Gavi would get up in an instant, chasing down the player and getting his payback.

Instead, you watched as he stayed sitting on the grass, arms raised in confusion. Gavi’s teammates do the dirty work for him, some confronting the player while others attempted to prevent a fight from happening. In the midst of all this, Gavi stayed away from the commotion, pacing angrily in circles. 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his actions, seeing the drastic contrast to how he regularly acted. The fact that you were the cause only inflated your ego more. Your plan was working.

Through the remainder of the game, you watched as similar events unfold. Another opportunity rose for Gavi to blow up in a rage, only for him to wipe his sweat and catch his breath. His collectedness aided Barca in winning the game, earning them a valuable three points.

Hours later, once the players had cleared the stadium and completed all their necessary press conferences, you received a text from Gavi. It was nearing midnight and you were tucked under the covers, ready to fall asleep.

[23:11] gavisito 🤍: so [23:11] gavisito 🤍: how’d i do

You knew you were in for a hell of a ride when he lands tomorrow morning.

[23:11] you: hmmmmmm [23:11] you: let’s just say [23:11] you: your reward is waiting when you get home &lt;3

The clock ticked to exactly 3 pm when you heard your doorbell ring. You walked from the kitchen into your house entrance, expecting only one person to be behind the door.

The door swings open, revealing your boyfriend. Gavi’s hands are full with his belongings and he’s wearing Barca training wear, indicating that he drove straight to your place after landing in Barcelona. The sight prompts a soft chuckle out of you. You step aside to let him in, the youngster dropping his bags in the hallway.

“Welcome back, mi ganador,” you cooed, coiling your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Gavi grips your waist, holding you close to him, taking in your embrace. Resting your forehead on his, you look up at his glimmering brown eyes. “Congrats on the win. You played well.”

It was a sweet, intimate moment between you two. Somewhere in the air, there was a sense of anticipation — a buildup to something you’d been waiting for since last night.

Gavi’s eyes trail down your figure, taking in the blue-red shirt a few sizes larger than you that hugged your frame. You were still wearing his shirt from watching the game last night. All the thoughts that flood his mind only lead him to recall the few minutes before the match, you in the same outfit, in a much more revealing position. 

Gavi’s fingers toy with the hem of the jersey. “I didn’t get booked.”

“I know.” Your fingers entangle themselves into his hair. “I’m proud of you.”

“Proud enough for a reward?”

Those words were all it took for you to smash your lips against his. It was a full 180 from the kiss prior, laced with hunger and lust, hands reaching for anything to pull the other closer than they already were.

You two stumble into the living room, your lips only parting to discard Gavi’s shirt and joggers, immediately reconnecting in desperation. You alternate between coiling around his neck or placing it on his shoulders, either way, you were the one in control.

The back of Gavi’s knees hit the sofa leg, causing him to fall back on the plush surface. Your palms land flat on either side of his head, hovering over his body. You two pulled away, breathless, lips swollen and the air knocked out of your lungs.

Lifting yourself higher, you tilt your head to question him. “How should I reward you, amor?”

Your right  hand traces the curves and ridges of Gavi’s chest, nails lightly grazing the skin, making him shiver. You follow his happy trail lower down his torso until you land dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers.

“Should we pick up where we left off?” you teased, recollecting two nights ago when you two were in this exact position. Gavi shakes his head, refusing.

You were now sitting on his upper thighs, your left hand moving to cup his cheeks. Your thumb swipes the flesh a few times before tracing the outline of his bottom lip, stopping at the corner of his mouth.

“Use your words, cariño.”

“I want to feel your mouth around me.” 

You step off him completely, tucking the hair behind your ears as Gavi sits up straight on the couch. His hands quickly move to discard his last piece of clothing, leaving him bare before you.

Gavi leans back comfortably against the back of the sofa, extending his arms while you sit next to him. Taking his chin in between your fingers, you slot your mouth over his as your other hand goes to reach his cock, now free from the restraint of his boxers. 

You give him a few pumps, capturing the low grunts escaping Gavi’s mouth with yours. After a few moments, you pull away, leaning down to give his length the attention he desperately craved.

Your lips ghost over his tip, giving it a few kitten licks as Gavi’s hand lands on your back. You push your head down, just barely taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t tease,” he groans. You look up at him through your eyelashes, expecting more words. 

“Please.”

You finally push your head down, taking him in your mouth fully. With one drawn out moan, Gavi throws his head back on the sofa, eyes shut in pleasure. 

You bob your head up and down his cock at a steady pace, hands stroking what your mouth can’t fit. Gavi reaches to pull the hair away from your face — partly to help you, partly to see his name donned across your back on full display. 

His calloused hands travel lower down your spine, stopping at your ass to grip it. The contact has you moaning, the sound vibrating against his length. 

“God, you feel like heaven,” Gavi praises, his hips bucking up to meet your movements. It takes you some effort to not gag around him. 

Moans begin to spill from Gavi’s mouth at a rapid rate, his chest heaves quicker, and he struggles to stay still. You only pick up the pace, hollowing your cheeks to aid him in chasing his high.

Gavi moans your name over and over, like it’s the only word he knows. Your escapades from a few nights before and the added distance of the away game had made him extra sensitive.

You lift yourself off of him with a pop sound, your hand continuing to stroke him feverently. Gavi’s stares at you with lost eyes, his pupils shaking at the sudden loss of contact. You gently cup his cheek and press your foreheads together, hovering your lips over his.

“Shh, I know, bebé,” you reassured, promising that you wouldn’t leave him completely hanging like last time. You swing a leg over his thighs, straddling him. Gavi’s hands instinctively move to grip your waist, his eyes never wavering from yours. His fucked-out state, despite only being sucked off, has you chuckling under your breath.

With one hand on his cock and the other tugging your underwear to the side, you fully sink onto his length, relishing the way he fills you up. You two moan in unison, the noise erupted borderline pornographic, bouncing off the.

Once your ass was flush against his thighs, your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself. Slowly, agonizingly, you lift yourself off of him completely, Gavi hissing at the sensation. You whine in ecstasy as you grind his tip against your clit before sinking back down onto him in one swift motion. 

You begin to move up and down his length at a steady rhythm. It didn’t take long for you to quicken the pace of your movements, riding his cock mercilessly as Gavi can only sit back and watch.

His lip is caught in between his teeth, biting back moans as his eyelids struggle to remain at the sight of you bouncing on his length. Your hands reach up to his throat, adding the slightest amount of aggression as you press your nose to his, glaring into his eyes.

Your thumb swipes across his bottom lip, gathering the spit and smearing it to his cheek. “Don’t hold back, amor,” you instructed, your voice low and demanding. “Let me hear how good it feels.”

Your words have an immediate effect on the youngster as a filthy, guttural moan is ejected from his throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” Gavi whines, his lips trembling.

Gavi’s hands travel up the sides of your torso, dragging the hem of your (or his, you should say) jersey up with him, stopping just below your chest. He groans when he realizes you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

You take the hem in your fingers and move to take it between your teeth, exposing your breasts to his face. Gavi swears he could faint at the sight, blinking rapidly to ensure he wasn’t dreaming. You were recreating the picture you’d sent him yesterday, except you were now in the flesh, connected and full of him. 

Gavi’s tongue darts at your left nipple and you bite down harder at the fabric, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes. His hand goes to grab your right, squeezing and playing with the mound. 

When Gavi rolls the hard nub between his teeth, you release a shriek muffled by the shirt. His lips hover in between the valley of your breasts before moving to do the same with the other. 

You drop the hem from your mouth, letting it fall back down your body. Your head was overwhelmed with the mixed sensation of euphoria and slight pain from riding him, but you can easily forget the latter once you feel Gavi’s hands snake between your thighs to rub circles on your clit.

“Fuck, bebé, I need you taste you, please,” Gavi begs, looking up at you to wait for your response. You can only nod feverishly before pulling away, sitting beside him.

Gavi moves to kneel on the sofa, and before you know it, his hands push you into the cushions, leaving your ass hanging in the air. The feeling of cold air on your sensitive core elicits a sharp inhale from you, morphing into mewls when you feel Gavi’s palm land harshly on your exposed bottom.

“Fuck! Gavi!” you cry out in pleasure. He drags his fingers down the inside of your thighs, feeling your wetness spread before roughly spanking you again. You arch your back further, elbows completely giving up on supporting your weight. 

“So fucking wet.” His fingers rub up and down your folds, spreading the slick around your sopping core. All sense of dominance in you from before had evaporated as you became a writhing, whining mess under him.

“All this for me, yeah?” Gavi taunts. 

“Just — ah — just for you, amor.” You don’t have to look at Gavi to know he has the biggest smirk splattered across his face. 

You feel his cold breath fan your pussy, barely making contact before diving in completely. Gavi lapped at your juices, devouring your core as he stroked his cock with his free hand. A string of incoherent curses and praises tumble from your mouth, getting louder by the second.

All of a sudden, Gavi stops, sitting straight up. With whatever strength you could muster, you turned over your shoulder to look at his actions. His left hand grips your ass, the other roughly stroking his length as he brings the tip closer to where you needed him most.

Gavi rapidly taps the head of his cock, red and throbbing, against your clit. You claw at the material of the couch beneath you — the sound of your needy mewls, the sloppy noises coming from your pussy, and Gavi’s low grunts resonating throughout the room.

With one swift motion, Gavi enters you completely, knocking the air clean out your lungs. Your throat feels dry from the filthy noises it’s been making, only encouraging him further. Gavi gives you no time to adjust, pulling out until he leaves you empty before slamming right back into you. 

“Those Atléti players targeted me for no reason yesterday,” he says — pulling out, then slamming back into you a second time. 

“Pissed me off so bad.” A third time.

Your legs tremble with each move, knees buckling below your weight, but you muster enough strength to look over your shoulder at him, almost chuckling.

“Hmm?” you questioned. “Show me how bad.”

Gavi doesn’t pull out  this time, instead he begins ramming into you at an unforgivable tempo, taking out all his anger on you. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping and repeated moans, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you could care less. 

Gavi is drunk on the sight before him. The way your ass bounces against him with every stroke, his name exhibited in bold letters on your back, yourself a squirming, whimpering mess. He could live forever in the moment, taking in the feel of your walls clenching around him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises. “So beautiful beneath me.”

Gavi’s hands collect the stray hair strands spilling onto your back, turning it into a makeshift ponytail. He leans over and you feel his breath tickle his ears. You feel him plant a few soft kisses along your neck, brushing your earlobe occasionally.

“Gavi, fuck, don’t stop.” The new position allows him to reach a deeper angle than before, mercilessly thrusting into your g-spot. Gavi revels in the obscene noises escaping your parted lips, smirking against your skin. 

“I’m close,” you plead, and Gavi can tell from the way your walls clench tighter around his cock. He can’t last for much longer, either.

“Go on, cum for me, amor.” You can only moan in response. “Make a mess all over my cock.”

His words send you into overdrive — tears well in the corner of your eyes, electricity coursing through your body as your vision goes white. Your climax washes over you in waves as you fully collapse on the sofa, your cheek pressing against the material.

Gavi pulls out and flips you onto your back, pumping his length in his hands. It takes you a few moments to come down from your high while he chases his own. Thick ropes of cum ejects from his cock and paints your aching core white, dripping down and spilling onto the sofa.

With your remaining stamina, you collect the juices between your thighs, a mix of your release and his, and pump two fingers inside of yourself, hissing at the overstimulation. 

Gavi’s eyes are glued to your movements, captured in a trance as you touch yourself. You pulled out, taking the digits into your mouth, wiping them clean. 

Your hand grabs the back of his neck, pulling Gavi down to press your mouth over his, allowing him to taste himself. With one final drawn out kiss, you rest your forehead against his, feeling your breathing slow down.

Gavi collapses on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Your hand reaches to tangle itself in his ruffled hair, scratching his head. You can hear him sigh in content as you wrap your other arm around him, pulling him in closer.

“That was…” Gavi breathes out.

“…fucking amazing,” you finish the sentence, eliciting a soft chuckle out of him.

“You should reward me more often.”

“I will if you get booked less often.”

“I’m making a conscious effort.”

You press your nose on his scalp, planting a soft kiss on his head. “I know, bebé. When’s your next match?”

Gavi’s head turns to look up at you. “In two weeks. We have a day off tomorrow, then it’s back to training.”

“Good. Because I don’t think I can walk, and I need someone to help me get around.” A smile slowly works its way onto Gavi’s face. 

He wriggles free from your grip, standing from the couch. Taking you into his arms, he picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bedroom for some much needed rest. 

[hugejk]

2 years

pablo gavi x singer!yn

cw: mentions of drug usage, smoking, drinking, addiction.

quick a/n: sorry i’ve been VERY inactive lately, i do want to write more so i’ll accept any footballer reqs!!! :-)

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“it’s been 2 years since we’ve seen or heard from y/n, where could she be? Most people assume she decided to quit making music, some assume she gained too much weight and is too ashamed to step out in public. But i guess we won’t know for a long time now, leave a comment below on what you think about this.”

you sigh and put down your phone. It’s been 2 years since you’ve even been in the studio at all. A 2 year hiatus from the world. Flashbacks start to play in your head on how you even ended up here.

. . .

sitting out on the edge of balcony watching all the glowing stars surrounded by the darkness of the night. You life was a mess. Parties every other night, surrounded by people who didn’t care if they ruined their life. Taking random drugs whenever you could. Drinking most of the day. The joint inbetween your fingers burning into ash. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

You were just tired of everything, and the comments on every little thing you did made everything more worse.

“maybe y/n should take a break from all the parties..”

“look at her eyes, they look dead.”

“she’s just a drug addicted psychopath. Hope she stops soon and gets some treatment.”

you were tired of all eyes on you. Biting the inside of your bottom lip, the tears started to accumulate in your eyes. Taking a big hit of the joint, feeling the burn but not feeling anything anymore. You knew there was only one way to stop getting so much attention.

Putting out the joint and heading into your apartment and opening up your laptop. You log into the device and search for flights to Barcelona. Little did you know, this small decision would change your life forever.

you didn’t tell anyone about this. You packed your bags, reset your phone, and went to bed. The next morning you had ordered and uber. Covering your face with a hat, mask, and sunglasses. You didn’t want the spotlight anymore. It took a good 30 minutes to get to the nearest airport. You wonder if anyone will even care if you disappeared, stopped making music, stopped replying to texts, stopped calling, stopped everything.

you didn’t want to live the life you had anymore. what you once thought was a blessed now had transformed into a curse right in front of your eyes. Becoming something far more evil than you thought. You remember a little y/n looking up to famous singers, wanting what they wanted. Wanting the light, wanting the eyes, wanting what they had.

but now that you had finally grasped it after years of putting everything into it, it felt like a living hell. You look up from your lap, and you were at the airport. The driver looking back at you to let you know that you had arrived, taking out your wallet fast and tipping him 15 bucks, you scurried out the black SUV, grabbing your bags from the back and trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

A new start. You walked into the front doors of the airport, not ready to start the tedious process just to get checked in. You sighed and headed straight for check in. You just wanted to get it done and over with, but unfortunately you were in america and going to another country. They needed to identify who you were.

“trip to barcelona? can i see a passport please?”

the blonde headed lady behind the counter asked, you handed her the passport and leaned in to whisper into her ear,

“you didn’t see me here.”

as you lifted the glasses and took down the mask, a serious look on your face. You could see her eyes light up as she saw the world’s most known singer standing in front of her. But she obliged to your words and wished you a good flight as she handed the passport back.

after the whole process was over, you sat in those uncomfortable waiting seats in your terminal. Tapping your finger on your already shaking leg. You didn’t have a plan for barcelona. Fuck. Do you go seek professional help like all the comments had said? Do you stop making music? Do you take the time to heal and finally find yourself? Your mind running at a pace you couldn’t keep up with. You took a deep breath.

After a few hours of waiting they finally started calling for your flight. You couldn’t even feel nervous or excited, you were just so numb on the inside, dissociated from the world you stand on. time was flying by, one second you were waiting to be called, the next second you were in your seat, and in the blink of an eye…you were in barcelona.

Stepping off the plane, going through another tedious journey just to hit the streets of barcelona—and cry. You didn’t know what the fuck you were doing in that city. You had no house, barely enough money to hold you over for a few nights, because when you packed you thought it would be smart to only pack a little bit of your funds. Fuck. You had nothing and nobody.

Walking around the streets like a lost child, luckily for you, you knew spanish, most of it. Your mom’s side was hispanic. So from a young age she made it her duty to teach you. Thanks mom.

you manage to find a hotel, you walk in puffy eyed. Thank god for those glasses.

“do you have any available rooms?..”

you said silently, the poor lady who was working that night nodded. it looked like she needed a break more than you did. she asked for how many nights,

“uhm…just like…just a few nights.”

“im gonna need an exact number honey this hotel is going to be booked by fc barcelona soon. we need all the rooms we can take.”

you knew some stuff about football, when you were younger you would watch matches with your dad. You were even on your towns small team, hoping one day you could make it big. Other things got in the way of that.

“uhm..just 3 nights is good..”

“that’s better, that’ll be about 400. do you want room service?”

“no thank you.”

she nodded, as you handed her your card, she charged it and slid you your key. Now you were on your own. you had taken your sim card out your phone so nobody could contact you. But now you were staring to regret it. You sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You knew you had to take some time to reset, it started now.

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a/n: plsplsplspls let me know if i should make a part 2, this was kinda just like a starting point, also inbox is very very VERY open for ideas ;-) also this is a little bit darker than what i usually write, but for what i have in mind it does get fluffier the more it goes on.

[barcalover86]

Hi:))) one headcanon with Gavi, the reader asks him to be his bf how would he react?

You and Gavi were really good friends, but you started to like him for a very long time.

He was a nice person to you, and your behaviour was exactly like a couple's, except the kissing part.

Now you were watching a game together, Gavi being rested between your legs with his back on your stomach.

Your heart was beating so fast, and you could only concentrate on what's right under your gaze.

You wanted to tell Gavi about your feelings for so long, and you knew that if you said you would do it later, you might lose him completely.

For more than 20 minutes you were doing headcanons in your head. What to say? How to say? How would he react?

You came to a decision where you would ask him to be your boyfriend, and if he started to laugh, you would say it's only a joke.

"Pablo?"

"Yes?" he said while turning his head to look at you.

You got lost in his eyes and panick was starting to feel in your body.

"Tell me." He said while laughing. Now you were really nervous.

"Be my boyfriend..please." you said, and your eyes went on the game, knowing that if you had continued to look into his eyes, you would have gone crazy.

Gavi was really confused and didn't know if you were joking or not.

He got up from your arms and now you were afraid that he was upset.

He puts his hands on your legs while making you look at him.

"You don't joke about this stuff, y/n."

Now you didn't know if you should say that it was indeed just a prank to see his reaction or that you should continue your heart and tell him how you feel. Every option you would choose, he still is going to be upset.

"Maybe I wasn't joking."

His eyes widened and suddenly, he wasn't touching you anymore. At that moment, you thought you really lost him.

Your friendship with him was really important. He was really important to you

For some seconds it was silent and it felt like it was going to last forever.

You tried to concentrate on the game, but nothing was working. All your mind was on his reaction.

"Look, the goalkeeper saved us again" you faked laughed, trying to cut the silence.

Gavi looked at the TV before looking back at you again.

He got up and turned the game off, making you confused.

"What do you mean you weren't joking?"

You didn't know what to say.

"I- let's forget about it, ok?"

"No. I can't forget about it. What do you mean by "be my boyfriend"?"

"Please, Gavi, let's just-"

"Tell me, y/n!"

"Fucking hell, it's true! I want you to be my boyfriend! My boy!"

You said it, and it felt like you were holding back the crying. Now, it was no time to return what you just said.

"I can go if you want to."

"No! Please don't!" he said quickly, afraid that he won't see you again.

"And you want me to stay here for what?"

"To be with me"

"Gavi, you don't want me to be with you like I want to be with you."

"What?" he said, not understanding what you said.

You sighed.

"I like you."

He smiled softly at what you said.

"You what?" he said, still smiling, wanting to hear you say it again.

You groaned annoyed.

"I like you, Pablo Gavira!"

He looked at you and hugged you.

When he pulled back you were scared that this was the last time you touched him, but when he kissed your lips, it felt like your heart was going to explode right there.

He put your hand on his chest. His heart was beating was too so that means that..

"Be my girlfriend..?"

You never thought that this night might me your favourite of all time.

You continued eventually to watch the game while you and Gavi were cuddling.

He would kiss you from time to time and you didn't mind it at all.

His lips were even more perfect than you ever imagined.

Now you were his girl, and he was your boy.

2nd Masterlist

I really hope you liked it.

New fics are coming, and I will do all your requests. Thank you for your waiting!

[luvgavii]

top of the world - (pg6)

request: Gavi having a crush on model reader and all the wags &guys know and they help him get w her (sometime like that)

summary: gavi has a hard time telling you how he feels, but one night his teammates and their wives and girlfriends help the two of you out.

Your decision to move from your country to Barcelona came rather as a surprise to your friends, family and yourself. You didn't have anyone there, and moving there would mean you would be all alone in the Catalan city, and while the fresh beginning sounded good, you were terrified. But you knew what this meant for your modelling career, and being a model in your hometown paid much less than the one you got offered in Barcelona. So you accepted it, and you were on the plane to Barcelona with no second thoughts.

While the months passed as a blur and you were killing the runways, you started gaining a bigger audience, brands asking for you to promote their stuff on your Instagram stories, celebrities sliding into your DMs, and soon you were living the life you always wanted to live.

You were gorgeous, but you were humble and kind, which was the reason you were so liked by everyone, and you formed your own little friend group quite quickly.

The person you would call your best friend was Natalia, she had moved to Barcelona with her husband when he joined FC Barcelona, and you two became inseparable quickly. She invited you to many games to watch her husband play with her, always telling you about Raphinha's single teammates.

And while Natalia knew what she was doing, you grew rather interested in the young Pablo Gavi, who was by far the most attractive, gorgeous person you have met while your stay in Barcelona.

You two hung out a few times, and he always made you laugh. You loved how he always knew what to say to you. When he started liking and commenting on your social media posts, everyone started posting about it, and surely a rumor started going around that you and Pablo Gavi are in a relationship.

You and Gavi laughed about it, but neither of you shut those rumors down because you both liked the idea of dating each other, though, neither of you admitted it to the other.

When his team mates asked him about it one day in the locker room after practice, Pablo came clean about his crush on you, but begged them not to mention it around you, because he was still shy and didn't want them to ruin it, as he was planning on asking you out soon.

Raphinha told Natalia, obviously, and Natalia knew about your crush on Gavi, but she decided not to tell you anything her husband had told her, because she thought Gavi would ask you out soon, like he said.

The days turned into weeks, and they were all growing impatient about Gavi asking you out. Ansu, Ferran, and Pedri tried talking to Pablo and shake some sense into him so he would finally do it, but he kept telling them he wasn't ready, as he didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"Cálllense chicos, ni siquiera sé si ella siente lo mismo." Pablo said frustrated, he was getting stressed out and he wanted the moment he asked you out to be perfect. Shut up guys, I don't even know if she feels the same way.

"Hermano, todo el mundo sabe que lo hace. ¿has visto la forma en que te mira?" Pedri said shaking him by the shoulders, while Ferran slapped him across the head. Brother, everyone knows she does. Have you seen the way she looks at you?

One night you invited some people over for a party, celebrating a new collaboration in your career, and among the people you invited were the Barcelona players whom you've grown quite close with, and their girlfriends and/or wives.

Not to mention that Robert Lewandowski and his wife Anna came too. Anna was the nicest woman you've ever met, but how could you admit to her that you and your friends fangirled over her husband?

You were chatting with Frenkie de Jong's girlfriend, Mikky, Natalia and Ferran's girlfriend, Sira, when your eyes met the familiar brown eyes across the room, Gavi sending you a small wave, which you returned in the form of a smile.

Mikky followed your eyes, giggling and dramatically sighing when she saw who you were looking at.

"Could you two spare us the agony and just get together already?" Mikky asked you sipping on her homemade cocktail.

"I don't wanna force this guys, if it's meant to happen, it will." You told the three girls who were starting to grow impatient. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go to the restroom."

You went to the bathroom upstairs, and while you were coming back, you stopped on the stairs when you noticed Mikky whispering something to Sira, who then went to Pedri to whisper something, Pedri whispered to Frenkie, and Frenkie to Robert.

'What are these little shits planning.' You thought to yourself, a thought you shook away as soon as another sip of alcohol got to your lips.

You were looking for Gavi when you felt a presence next to you. Turning your head and hoping to meet Gavi's eyes, you instead see Natalia.

"Hey, remember at the last match we went to, it started raining and I offered you my hoodie so you don't get wet?" Natalia asked you directly, but you knew there was something off.

"Yes, Taia? What are you-" You started saying confused but Natalia cut you off.

"Yeah, well, I need it back. Like right now. Could you get it for me?" She asked, her face serious, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that told you there was a lot more to this.

"Taia, right now? In the middle of the party?" You didn't even remember where you put it, you knew it was in the dresser in your room, but it was such a mess that it would take ages for you to find it.

Natalia gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could master, and you sighed while going to your room, your best friend screaming a "Thank you!" over the loud music.

You sat on the ground in front of your dresser, starting to take out your hoodies one by one, looking for the one that belonged to your best friend.

The door to your room opened and closed again, someone making his way inside.

"Hey, Y/N, Robert told me he left his coat in here, have you seen it?" You heard Pablo's funny English accent. You turned around to face him and saw him sitting on your bed with his signature smile.

"His coat? In my bedroom?" You asked confused. "What would Lewandowski's coat do in my bed-" And just as you were planning to finish the sentence, the realization hit you, this is what they were planning. The Barcelona players, their WAGs, your friends, set you up.

You sat next to Pablo on your bed, and told him what your friends planned to lead up to this. You two laughed, your annoyance disappearing when you saw his eyes shining while laughing.

"I'm glad they sat us up though, I was worried I wouldn't get to hang out with you at all tonight." Gavi said putting his hand around your waist and pulling your body closer to his.

His action caught you off guard, but you didn't complain, after all, you were waiting for this to happen. So why not flirt back?

"At all? C'mon Pablito, you know I would come look for you." You smiled at him and he returned it.

Pablo Gavi's eyes moved from your eyes to your lips, back to your eyes and back to your lips.

"I hope you've mastered your Spanish, porque me gustaría mucho besarte ahora mismo." He said in a low voice, but you heard and understood. Because I would really like to kiss you right now.

Without wasting another moment, you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your lips moving against his lips so perfectly as if you were made for each other. It was a kiss that was so full of love and eagerness, both of you wanting this for too long. A kiss so simple has turned into a make out session when Gavi deepened the kiss, cupping your cheek and pulling you closer to him as if he was scared you would disappear.

After a while that still seemed too soon for you, you pulled away, holding your forehead against his. You both knew in that moment you were his girl, but then again, you always were even if things were unofficial between you and the football player.

"We should go back before they thing we're fucking in here." You giggled while getting up from the bed, holding your hand out for your now boyfriend to grab.

"Would it be so bad if we actually were?" Gavi laughed and interlocked his fingers with yours while you lead him out of the bedroom.

Just as you opened the door, Mikky and Natalia almost fell in, they were very clearly evesdropping, the others were behind them, looking just as excited as the two nosy girls.

"This is so mature of you guys." You laughed, eyeing them all.

"Can't blame us for wanting to see your love bloom." Anna said, holding her husband by the arm.

"So are you guys dating?" Ferran asked you, like a little kid asking his mom for candy.

"Yes, we are." Said Gavi looking at you lovingly, his teammates cheering and clapping, all the girls hugging you while screaming excitedly. "Wait a second." Gavi said and everyone stopped, including you. "Did you listen to us make out?" He said specifically looking at Mikky and Natalia.

"Ew, gross." You said but you all bursted out laughing, going back downstairs to drink and celebrate your new relationship.

Dancing with your boyfriend, who was always kissing either your lips, cheek or neck, you looked at him. "How are you feeling?" You asked Pablo.

Gavi gave you another kiss before replying. "Like I'm on the top of the world."

[halfwayhearted]

this is him and nobody can tell me otherwise…

Boyfriend Gavi head cannons !

In my head this is him.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who is so affectionate to his teammates but gets shy when it comes to big shows of affection with you (at the beginning of the relationship.)

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who, despite being shy with you, can’t resist the small touches in public (exc. hand brushing [or hand near you at all times], interlocking of fingers, small touched on your lower back)

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who finds himself in a daze watching you doing minuscule tasks around your apartment.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who at first felt too embarrassed to bring you up in front of his friends (not for any bad reason he’s just private about that stuff) but the longer you’re together he can’t help but bring you up to his friends any chance he gets.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who loves you draw patters on your hip, back, shoulders every time you cuddle.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder as a way to be closer to you, especially when you are doing dishes or cooking.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who tries to be as open with you as possible (although it’s hard for him) because he would rather you know everything than ever risk an unnecessary argument.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who would rather stay late at practice or at the gym than come home angry to you.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who makes it a priority to have a date night once a week if possible (and if not he’s sure to give you extra kisses and mumbles sweet apologies in your ear when he knows he’ll be too busy all week)

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who introduces you to his family without hesitation.

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who has to spoon you every night to go to sleep. (+ finds it hard to sleep when you’re not around.)

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who blushes every time you compliment or praise him (no matter how long you have been together.)

꩜ .ᐟ Bf!Gavi who grows more comfortable with affection towards you and the second he does he can’t get himself to stop. He always has his hand in yours or leaves peppered kisses on your face when he thinks no one is looking.

@halfwayhearted are you happy now.

[cherrynflowergarden]

hii! could you do hector fort bf head canons please? 😇

bf héctor headcanons || héctor fort

an; tysm for the request i hope you're happy w it:) i wrote this during my college hours hehe WE'RE LIKE 4 PPL AWAY FROM 500 OMG ILYSM the arda güler works i was writing hehe yeah i dislike them im gonna turn one into smau and let's see what i do w the other one im going to write for logan and carlos next 😠🎀

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bf!héctor who despite looking so imitating is the sweetest boyfriend ever.

bf!héctor who calls you mi vida because you are his life.

bf!héctor who smiles so wide around you.

bf!héctor who acts nonchalant but not second someone mentions you all that act is down the drain.

bf!héctor who knows the sidewalk rule. he always walks on the side near the road. subconsciously, he does this with his friends too, since he's so used to it.

bf!héctor who finally gives in to your pleas and does tiktok challenges with you.

bf!héctor who loves being your passanger princess.

bf!héctor who lets you tie a bow around his bicep.

bf!héctor who loves gossiping with you.

bf!héctor who will attack you with kisses randomly.

bf!héctor who is the ultimate scary dog privilege. one wrong look at his girl and he's scaring the daylights of the person with his glare.

bf!héctor who is a cuddler. he needs your cuddles all the time.

bf!héctor who sends random pictures with the caption "this reminded me of you:)" to you almost everytime he's out.

bf!héctor who loves going for grocery shopping with you. something about it feels so domestic.

bf!héctor who tries to make breakfast in bed for you but ultimately fails. the loud clinking of the utensils definitely woke you up.

bf!héctor who talks to his mom about you.

bf!héctor who 'hates' when his mom tells you about his embarrassing moments and shows you his baby pictures. (no he doesn't he loves that his mother loves you enough to share all these with you)

bf!héctor who lets you colour his tattoos.

bf!héctor who gets matching tattoos with you. (if you don't want tattoos then he gets one dedicated to you.)

bf!héctor who loves when you steal his clothes.

bf!héctor who gets all shy when you call him by a pet name. (he was super shy and blushy the first time you called him a pet name)

bf!héctor who wears your scrunchie as a bracelet. he does this to one, let everyone know he's happily taken and two, for the time when you need tie your hair.

bf!héctor who needs your attention 24/7.

bf!héctor who playfully bites your nose.

bf!héctor who will flex his muscles randomly to get a reaction out of you.

bf!héctor who pretends to hate it when his friends tease him with your name.

bf!héctor who loves when you give him back and head scratches. no one but you is allowed to touch his hair.

bf!héctor who carries you on his back when you're tired.

bf!héctor who gets everything in your wishlist. he loves to spoil you.

bf!héctor who appreciates thoughtful and handmade gifts. he loves when you gift him a handmade bouquet. since he doesn't have much free time, he prefers to gift you small easy crafts.

bf!héctor who parades around with your lip stain on his cheek.

bf!héctor who loves neck kisses.