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UGHH the things this man makes me wanna do is soooo i just wanna bite his hands bro THOSE VEINNNSSS OMDSSSS🥴🥴

I want him to look at me like that bro like stawppp😝😝🤪

OMG we need a part 3 of the Gavi x tennis reader fic

❦ - love && war 3.

summary:: winning isn’t everything. whether it’s on or off the pitch and that’s something you’ve realised.

warnings:: none.

writers notes:: guys i wanna sob this is really basic, repetitive and idk what to do for the plot but if yg want a part 4 i can do one where he ACTUALLY attends a match bc bros suffering by hearing the match from pedris pov 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @nngkay @cherryloveshs

the first thing you did after leaving the court was check your phone. sweat still clung to your skin, muscles aching from the three set battle you had just fought, but none of that mattered as much as the missed notifications lighting up your screen.

pablo: been refreshing the score like crazy, how did it go?
pablo: mi amor?
pablo: please tell me you won
pablo: shit, did you lose?
pablo: call me as soon as you can, okay?

your heart sank a little as you read his texts. you hated how badly he wanted to be there, how helpless he felt watching the live score update from miles away.

you sighed, quickly typing back.

you: lost in three. close, but not enough.

he read the message almost instantly. the typing bubbles appeared, then stopped. then appeared again.

your phone rang.

you stepped away from the locker room, walking into a quieter hallway before answering.

‘cariño,’ gavi’s voice was soft, but you could hear the frustration underneath. ‘tell me what happened.’

you leaned against the wall, exhaling. ‘she just played better. i had chances, but i didn’t take them. that’s it.’

‘that’s not it,’ he muttered. ‘i know you. i know you’re beating yourself up over every point.’

you closed your eyes for a moment. he wasn’t wrong.

‘i just, i really wanted this one, pablo. and i know i played well, but at the end of the day, i lost. and that’s all anyone will remember.’

‘that’s not true,’ he said instantly. ‘you were amazing. i didn’t even have to watch the match to know that. but it pisses me off that i couldn’t watch. i should’ve been there.’

‘pablo—’

‘i mean it,’ he cut you off, frustration creeping into his voice. ‘pedri was literally sitting on his ass watching the whole thing while i was stuck playing a match i barely cared about because all i wanted to do was check my phone for updates.’

you let out a small laugh despite yourself. ‘you barely cared about a la liga match?’

‘yes,’ he huffed. ‘well, okay, maybe not barely. but you get what i mean.’

you did. you really did.

‘you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you,’ he continued. ‘at halftime, i grabbed my phone the second i got to the locker room. hansi was giving a whole speech and i wasn’t even listening, i just kept refreshing the score.’

‘pablo, oh my god.’

‘no, listen to this,’ he went on. ‘i had to hide my phone under my shirt when he started walking around because i refused to put it down. i literally thought i was gonna get subbed off for being distracted.’

you bit your lip, torn between being exasperated and incredibly touched.

‘you’re crazy.’

‘for you? yeah, i am,’ he admitted without hesitation. ‘i hate missing your matches. and i swear i’ll be at the next one, even if i have to fight hansi for it.’

you smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. ‘i appreciate the commitment, but i don’t think hansi would take too kindly to that.’

‘too bad. he’ll have to deal with it,’ gavi muttered.

there was a beat of silence before he spoke again, softer this time.

‘you know how proud i am of you, right?’

you swallowed.

‘even if you didn’t win, even if you think it wasn’t enough, you’re incredible. i hope you know that.’

your throat tightened slightly. he always knew exactly what to say.

‘thank you,’ you murmured. ‘really. that means a lot.’

‘i mean it,’ he said. ‘and when i see you, i’m gonna hug you so tight you’ll forget all about today.’

you laughed lightly. ‘looking forward to it.’

‘good. now go rest, okay? we’ll talk later.’

you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. ‘okay. love you.’

‘love you more, mi amor.’

and just like that, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

unmasked

credits to the owner!

summary: gavi wears a mask, but under your pressure he shows his true face

warnings: insecure!gavi

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: maybe one where pablo was always playing cool around u as his first girl but one day he wasnt able to continue acting and he appear stupid in front of the reader but she did comfort him that she wants the real pablo not the actor one. i think its a anger then fluff

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

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It's been months since you first met Pablo, and in that time you've gotten to know him not only as a football prodigy, but as the good man he was in person. To the world he was a star, but to you he was just Pablo.

At first everything seemed like a whirlwind. You met by chance one evening at a cafe. He was just another guy, albeit a famous one, but as the days went by you saw what Pablo was like off cameras and spotlights. He was funny, smart and thoughtful in a way no one had seen on the field. But there was something that irritated you. He always wore this mask, this persona of the cool, untouchable guy. A boy who was always in control, a player who never cracked.

He smiled that teasing smile, his eyes shining with confidence, and everyone around him swooned. But with you, when it was just the two of you, there was always something hidden. This frustrated you because you wanted to meet the real Pablo.

You were his first girlfriend, Pablo didn't know how to behave around you without looking like a fool. However, you were able to feel the distance between you, as if he was afraid that if he showed you too much of himself, you would leave. Maybe he thought that the real Pablo wouldn't be enough for you, that to keep you he had to be the perfect version of himself, the one everyone expected.

You tried talking to him about it countless times, but he always avoided the conversation. He joked, laughed or changed the subject. You couldn't help but wonder why he was afraid to show you his true self.

It wasn't that you wanted to change him. You've never done this and you had no intention of doing so. You just wanted him to trust you enough to stop pretending. You didn't want cool Gavi, the guy who made everyone swoon with his natural charm. You wanted the real thing. The one who was nervous before important matches, the one who stayed up late talking about his dreams and fears. One who didn't feel the need to pretend to be invincible, but who could share his vulnerability with someone who truly cared about him. You wanted Pablo, your Pablito.

But life went on and you still shared quiet moments, laughed together, and even shared moments of deep conversation. However, Pablo's true face was always out of reach.

One afternoon you were waiting for him at his house because he gave you his keys and texted you to come over. You thought that maybe something would change today, that maybe he wanted to talk about something. How wrong you were.

As soon as he got home, you could see the exhaustion on his face. It wasn't the typical tiredness he felt after a long training session - it was something deeper, as if he was carrying a burden that had nothing to do with football.

“Hi” he greeted you, kissing you lightly on the cheek before plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Hey, how's training?" you asked, running your fingers through his hair, but he didn't look at you.

“Fine, same as always” he shrugged and you frowned.

There was silence between you. You scanned him with your eyes, breathing shallowly, while he stared blankly at the turned off TV. His smile was absent and his eyes were duller than usual. His fingers absently scratched his beard, the air thickening.

You had enough, you wanted to end it. You looked at him for a moment longer before speaking.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked gently, your voice breaking the awkward silence.

He looked at you, and for the first time you saw a hint of hesitation in his gaze.

Normally he would have turned it into a joke to avoid answering the question, but that wasn't the case today, he had no shield to hide behind.

For a long, awkward moment, he just stared at you, his lips slightly parted, unsure of what to say.

"I'm...fine" he said, though from the way his words hung in the air, it seemed like he wasn't. The mask was still in place, but there was something different about it now. She wasn't as convincing anymore, you could tell. "I'm just tired" he added, sighing heavily.

But you knew something was wrong. You had spent enough time with him to recognize when he was hiding, or at least trying to now, behind his mask of the perfect boy.

“You know you don't have to be perfect around me?” you said quietly, concern evident in your voice. “You don't have to pretend that everything is always fine when I see that it's not” you added, looking at him intensely.

He shook his head, trying to smile, but his usual freedom to avoid answering was gone. "It's nothing" he said, his voice now hoarse. “I guess I've been working too hard lately” he looked for an excuse.

He didn't manage to fool you into it. You could always tell when he was faking it, when he was trying to convince you and himself that everything was okay when it wasn't. Your heart tightened in your chest. You knew it wasn't exhaustion from training, it was something much deeper.

You leaned forward, closing the distance between you and looking straight into his uncertain eyes. “Pablo” you said, your voice softer now, more serious. “You don't have to pretend to me. "I know you're more than the 'nice guy' everyone thinks you are" you began.

“I want to see Pablo, not Gavi” you added. "Besides, you always tell me that when I feel unsure, I should talk to you, so why don't you want to do it with me when you're confused?" you asked quietly.

It took his breath away and for the first time you saw something in his eyes that you had never noticed before. Sensitivity. Fear. It was as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he didn't know how to carry it anymore. For a moment, you saw the cracks in his armor, and they were more beautiful than you had ever imagined.

"I don't know how to do this" he confessed quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don't know how to be anything other than the guy everyone expects me to be. It's easy on the pitch because I know what I'm doing. But as for… then…” he gestured between the two of you, his eyes falling to his hands, unable to meet yours. “I don't know how to be real. It's just... I'm afraid that if I show who I really am, you won't want it” his voice cracked.

"I act like I'm always fine, like I'm the perfect player, the perfect guy. But... I'm not. I'm just... tired. Tired of pretending" he buried his face in hands.

Your heart ached for him, the weight of his words hitting you harder than you expected. You always knew that underneath the surface, Pablo wasn't as untouchable and indestructible as he seemed, but today he showed you something no one else had ever seen - the truth.

But hearing him admit it, seeing him break down in front of you, it all felt real in a way you hadn't expected.

His words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Your heart ached with the pressure he carried alone, to this day.

"You are also my first girlfriend and... I don't really know how to behave, I don't want to scare you or disappoint you, much less lose you" he said contritely.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him, leaning on his shoulder, looking at him with tears in your eyes. He froze, looking at you as if he couldn't believe that you didn't pull away after his confession. On the contrary, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it, naturally intertwining your fingers, offering him comfort with this gesture.

“None of this will happen, Pablo. I won't leave you when you show your true self because I don't want a "perfect" Gavi" you said quietly, your voice confident. “I don't want an actor. I want you, Pablo. The real you. The one who is not afraid to be afraid sometimes, to show that he is human. This is the person I care about. Not the cool guy everyone else sees” you said in a soft voice.

His eyes searched yours, uncertain, as if waiting for you to take back your words, but you didn't. You had every single one of them on your mind, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, a small, genuine, hopeful smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was shy at first, but he widened as he squeezed your hand tighter.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice full of emotion.

You nodded, your heart filling with emotion. That was it. The moment you've been waiting for for so long.

“I've never been more sure of anything” you whispered, looking tenderly into his eyes.

Then there was silence, a calm, loving silence as the weight between you lifted. For the first time, you saw Pablo as he truly was - not a star, not an untouchable hero, but a man who could laugh, stumble, show fear and still be worthy of love. And he saw you, not as someone who admired him for his fame or skill, but as someone who cared for him exactly as he was.

He leaned in slowly, his face was only a few inches from yours, and kissed you softly and lovingly. This time it's not for to impress you. This wasn't a show, this was finally real, and you couldn't be happier that he had broken down the walls and finally let you in.

When you broke apart, Pablo leaned down, cupping your cheek in his hand, his forehead gently pressed against yours. There were no ostentatious gestures, no need for words. Just you two.

"I love you" he whispered, his voice full of sincerity.

The words seemed to have been coming for a long time, but now they didn't seem rushed or forced. They were real and you smiled wholeheartedly, responding in kind.

“I love you too, Pablo. Just who you are, not the actor you pretended to be. I love the real you more than you know and more than words can express" you confessed, seeing the sparkle of happiness and relief in his eyes, then kissed him again.

As the weeks passed, things changed between you and Pablo. He became more open, more authentic with you. It wasn't a dramatic change - more like a steady, gentle unraveling of the man he had always been beneath the layers of his public persona. He no longer shied away from asking you for help when he was struggling through a tough game, or how he unhesitatingly reached out to you for a silent reassurance that you were there for him, that he didn't have to be perfect to be loved.

He no longer tried to wear the cool guy mask. He realized that with you he could be tired, scared, be himself, and with each passing day you fell more and more in love with him - not with an actor or a superstar, but with the real Pablo, the one who needed comfort, who laughed freely and shared his fears without shame. He needed your love, and he had no problem showing it fully to you.

But it wasn't just about grand gestures. It was also about the quiet, tender moments you shared, like late night conversations that turned into long passionate discussions, cooking dinner together in his apartment, laughing about stupid things that didn't matter to anyone but the two of you. Every day you learned more about him, for example he had the courage to tell you about his childhood in Sevilla, what it was like before everything started.

For the first time, he allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. And each time you felt your heart fill with a mixture of love and admiration. This was the real Pablo you wanted from the very beginning. A young man who had dreams, doubts and fears, just like everyone else.

You broke down his walls and in return he gave you the most precious gift, his true self.

And that was more than enough.

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okay, i've seen enough "___ asks of 2024" so i created a football version (:

2024 football asks

Favourite player of the year

Best forward of the year

Best midfielder of the year

Best defender of the year

Best goalkeeper of the year

Most improved player of the year

Most underrated player of the year

Best young player of the year

Best manager of the year

Best transfer of the year

Worst transfer of the year

Most creative set-piece of the year

Best tournament or competition of the year

Best match of the year

Most dramatic match of the year

Best comeback of the year

Goal of the year

Funniest own-goal of the year

Best underdog story (club or player) of the year

Most unforgettable injury of the year

Biggest “what if” moment of the year

Favourite football meme of the year

Best kit of the year

Funniest quote of the year

Best atmosphere in the stadium

Most entertaining rivalry of the year

Most frustrating memory of the year

Best VAR use of the year

LETS GO YOU LIKED MY IDEA FOR ONCE giving you another bc im cooking rn. MY HUSBAND. ALEJANDRO BALDIE. okay so basically he’s still a footballer and he has a photoshoot and the girl behind the camera (shy but talented photographer) is who he falls in love with duh. but the twist is the media discovers her and baldies coming of age relationship andddd they twist it SO if like to see that play out thanks

xoxo, i. 🐒

❦ - lights, camera, golazo - PART ONE

summary: it’s the shoot for the new barca kit, except balde finds love in the photographer

warnings: none!

writers note: ok issy, you’ve been cooking i guess?? also the twist is lowkey confusing so that’s being scrapped, you’ll be surprised tho!! i’m making this in multiple parts as well bc this is lowkey complex… also ignore how rushed this is at the end!

word count: 1.3k

The studio was quiet except from the light hum of lights and the soft rustle of fabric as she adjusted the new kits on the rack. She dusted her hands on her jeans, feeling the normal nerves she always got before a shoot. Today, it wasn’t just any shoot, it was one for Barca - and this sessions focus was on Alejandro Balde. His name alone sent her heart racing.

Alejandro stepped in after a few minutes, approaching her. ‘Hi,’ he said, ‘You must be the photographer for today, i’m Alejandro.’

She nodded quickly, fidgeting with her camera strap. ‘Yeah, I am. Nice to meet you.’

‘Nice to meet you too’ he replied. He sat his bag against the wall, glancing around the studio to try and get a feel of the space. ‘Looks great, where should I start?’

She hesitated, her fingers tightening on her grip on the camera. ‘Uhhh, over by the backdrop,’ she said softly, pointing. ‘We’ll start with some simple shots if that’s okay?’

‘Sounds good.’ he said with a small nod, moving to the spot she pointed at. His movements were laidback as she felt herself relaxing a bit. He stood patiently, waiting for her instructions, his hands laid loosely around his sides.

She lifted the camera, her voice barely a whisper. ‘Can you um, turn slightly to the left? And maybe look down a bit?’

Alejandro followed her directions without a question, his gaze focused. ‘Like this?’ he asked, looking up for a second to check.

She gave a quick nod. ‘Perfect.’ she murmured, snapping a few shots. The soft click of the shutter filled the silence.

‘You’re really good at this,’ he said after a moment, his tone genuine. ‘I guess it feels… easy.’

Her cheeks warmed, as she quickly ducked behind the camera. ‘Thank you.’ she mumbled, adjusting the lens to give herself a second. ‘You’re easy to work with.’

He chuckled softly, ‘I’m glad, I always feel a bit awkward in front of the camera.’

Her brows lifted in surprise, and before she could think, she said ‘And that’s why i’m always behind the camera.’

He smiled, ‘You’re making it easier, you’re calm even if you’re quiet.’

She felt her face heat up even more. ‘I’m just… focused,’ she said quickly, adjusting the camera again. ‘Let’s try a few more like this.’

‘Whatever you think works,’ he said, his voice steady but soft, as if he didn’t want to disturb her concentration.

As the shoot continued, she found herself stealing glances between shots, noticing the way alejandro seemed to settle into the moment, his quiet confidence settling her nerves. And with each quiet exchange, each smile shared, she felt herself falling.

By the time the session was halfway through, the nervous edge in the room had fully become something quieter and softer. She felt her heart skip whenever Alejandro caught her eye but she was starting to fine her rhythm again - giving quiet instructions.

‘You’re good at this’ Alejandro said again, during a brief pause. His voice gentle, as he watched her adjust her camera settings. ‘You barely say anything but you know what you want.’

She fumbled with the dial, the compliment catching her off guard, ‘Oh, uh I guess I just let the photos speak for itself’ she murmured.

Alejandro smiled faintly, ‘They will, I can tell.’ He glanced at the rack of kits nearby. ‘Do you want me to change into the next one?’

She nodded quickly. ‘Yes please, it’s the third kit, the green one.’

He crossed over to the rack, his moves unhurried. ‘So you’ve worked with a lot of players before?’ he asked as he grabbed the shirt.

‘A few,’ she replied, her voice soft. ‘Mostly smaller shoots. This is a bigger one for me.’

‘Well, it doesn’t feel like it.’ Alejandro said, pulling the new shirt over his head. ‘Feels like you’ve been doing this forever.’

She ducked her head, a small, shy smile tugging at her lips, ‘Thanks.’

When he returned to the backdrop, the bright kit fitting him perfectly, she couldn’t help but notice how the neon green complimented his features.

‘Ready when you are.’ Alejandro said softly.

She nodded, her hands steadying as she framed the shot. ‘Turn to your right.’ she murmured. ‘A little more… perfect.’

The shutter clicked for a second, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of them. The room seemed smaller, the air heavier, not in a bad way. In a way that made her feel like nothing else existed but the way he looked at her.

‘Are you always this focused when you shoot?’ Alejandro asked, his voice low.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the shutter. ‘I mean, I guess so.’ she said softly. ‘It’s easier to stay in my head.’

He tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. ‘And what about outside your head?’

She blinked, lowering the camera, ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I mean,’ he said gently, ‘sometimes it’s good to come out, to be in the moment.’

Her heart fluttered, and for a second she didn’t know how to respond. Instead, she nodded quickly and bought the camera back up. ‘Let’s uhm try one more shot’

‘Alright.’

Eventually, the shoot ended, and he left. The studio felt quieter without him as she packed up her gear. She was all set to go home until her phone buzzed. It was a dm from instagram.

‘hey, it’s ale, thanks for today, you were amazing’

She stared at the screen, unsure on how to respond and ended up replying with,

‘ofcourse!! you were amazing to work with’

She hit send and immediately felt her stomach twist with nerves. But before she could think; the dots indicating that he was typing appeared.

‘it was nice working with you, maybe we could get coffee sometime if you’re not busy?’

Her breath was caught. Coffee? With him? She bit her lip before replying with,

‘yeah, i’d like that’

His response was almost immediate:

‘great, how about tomorrow?’

Tomorrow?? Her head spun at the thought of the small time frame.

‘tomorrow works!!’

Her response short, to try and match his nonchalance.

‘perfect, i’ll text you the place and time, goodnight.’

She hearted the message and set her phone down, her heart racing.

They both met up in a downtown cafe near the training grounds and conjured up some small talk.

‘So,’ he said after a while, his eyes twinkling with curiosity, ‘How did you get into photography?’

She hesitated, surprised by the question. Most people didn’t ask. ‘Uhm, I guess I’ve always liked capturing moments,’ she said softly, her fingers tracing the edge of her mug. ‘It feels… safer, somehow. Being behind the camera instead of in front of it.’

Alejandro nodded, his expression thoughtful. ‘I get that,’ he said. ‘It’s kind of like football for me. When I’m on the pitch, everything else just… fades away.’

She glanced up at him, her shyness giving way to curiosity. ‘How did you get into football?’ she asked.

He smiled, leaning back in his chair. ‘My dad used to take me to matches when I was a kid. I’d sit in the stands, dreaming of playing on a big field someday. Eventually, I started kicking a ball around, and… well, here I am.’

The conversation flowed more easily after that, each question and answer pulling them closer together. By the time they finished their coffee, she felt like she’d known Alejandro for far longer than just a few hours.

When they finally stepped outside, the afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting a soft golden glow over the city. Alejandro turned to her, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets.

‘Thanks for coming,’ he said, his voice warm. ‘I’m glad we did this.’

‘Me too,’ She said, her heart bursting with a quiet, unexpected happiness.

‘Maybe we could do it again sometime?’ he asked, his tone hopeful.

She hesitated for only a second before nodding. ‘I’d like that.’

Alejandro smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘Good.’

That date lead to a ton after, making them official, but do they want to announce it to the public..?

Hii do u write for Marc Bernal or the Fernandez cousins (Toni and Guille)?

I love ur writing btw <3

❦ - the best kind of trip.

summary:: it’s 2am after a long day and you and marc decide to go on a random road trip.

warnings:: uhhhh none?

writers note:: okay so this isn’t really a req but i wanted to write for him to i took the opportunity!

the city buzzed outside, alive with distant laughter and the hum of traffic, but inside the apartment, it was warm and quiet. the kind of quiet that settled between two people who didn’t need to fill the space with words. you sat curled up on the couch, wearing one of marc’s oversized sweatshirts, the sleeves swallowing your hands as you scrolled through your phone aimlessly. the clock on the wall ticked past midnight, and the space beside you felt too empty. he had texted hours ago: team dinner, i won’t be too late, but as the minutes stretched into hours, your mind began to wander.

it was after one when the front door finally creaked open. you looked up, relief washing over you as marc stepped in, hair tousled from the wind, cheeks flushed from the cold. his smile was soft, a little sheepish.

‘hey,’ he said, voice low. ‘sorry i’m late. things ran longer than i thought.’

‘i figured,’ you murmured, unfolding from your spot. you crossed the room and slipped your arms around his waist, holding him close. he smelled like the night air and the faint hint of his cologne, something familiar that eased the tension in your chest.

‘missed you,’ marc whispered into your hair, arms tightening around you.

‘missed you too,’ you replied, voice muffled against his jacket. pulling back slightly, you reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes. ‘you eat? i kept some food warm.’

he shook his head. ‘wasn’t really hungry. just wanted to come home.’

you smiled, fingers lingering against his cheek. ‘come on, let’s sit. you look exhausted.’

he let you lead him to the couch, flopping down beside you with a sigh. without thinking, you pulled a blanket over both of you, tucking it around his shoulders. he leaned into you, head resting on your shoulder as your fingers found his hair, combing through the dark strands.

‘these are my favorite nights,’ marc murmured, voice barely above a whisper. ‘just you and me. no noise, no cameras.’

‘mine too,’ you said softly. the television played something neither of you was really watching, casting flickering lights across the room. outside, rain began to patter against the windows, the soft sound filling the spaces between your breaths.

a comfortable silence stretched between you until marc spoke again. ‘wanna do something spontaneous?’

you glanced down at him, brow raised. ‘like what?’

he grinned, boyish and bright despite how tired he looked. ‘let’s go somewhere. right now. just get in the car and drive.’

you laughed, shaking your head. ‘marc, it’s two in the morning.’

‘that’s what makes it fun,’ he argued, sitting up. his eyes sparkled with excitement. ‘we don’t have to go far. just... get out of the city for a bit. clear our heads. what do you say?’

you hesitated, glancing toward the window where rain continued to fall in gentle waves. the idea was ridiculous, and yet, there was something irresistible about it. about him. ‘you’re impossible,’ you muttered.

‘but you love me,’ he shot back, grinning

‘unfortunately,’ you teased, grabbing your keys from the counter. ‘fine. but you’re driving.’

‘deal.’

twenty minutes later, you were in his car, the heater blasting as you sped down near-empty streets. marc rolled the windows down despite the chill, letting the rain-scented air whip through the cabin. you leaned back, watching city lights blur into streaks of gold and red. his hand found yours on the center console, fingers intertwining naturally.

‘this is crazy,’ you said over the music, wind tugging at your hair.

‘the best kind of crazy,’ marc replied, glancing at you with a grin that made your heart stutter.

you drove aimlessly, laughing as marc sang (badly) to old songs, stopping at a 24-hour gas station to load up on snacks. you found yourself giggling at the absurdity of it all, standing in a fluorescent-lit aisle at three a.m., marc holding up a bag of gummy bears like it was the greatest discovery of the night.

‘essentials,’ he said seriously

‘you’re a menace,’ you replied, tossing a bag of chips into the basket.

back in the car, you drove until the city fell away, replaced by dark roads winding through fields and trees. eventually, marc pulled over at a secluded spot overlooking a stretch of water, the surface rippling under the rain. he killed the engine, and for a moment, the world felt suspended, just the two of you in a bubble of quiet.

he got out first, grabbing the blanket from the backseat. ‘come on,’ he urged. you hesitated before following, shivering as the cool air bit at your skin. marc wrapped the blanket around both of you, pulling you close. your head rested against his shoulder as you looked out at the water, the sky beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn.

‘worth it?’ he asked softly.

you glanced at him, taking in the messy hair, the tired but content eyes. ‘yeah,’ you whispered. ‘worth it.’

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. ‘told you.’

the sky bloomed with colors, pinks, oranges, soft purples, reflecting off the water in shimmering waves. marc held you tighter, his warmth seeping into you, grounding you in the moment. for a while, neither of you spoke, content to watch the world wake up around you.

‘this,’ he murmured after a long stretch of silence, ‘this is what life should be. just... us. no schedules. no pressure. just being.’

you nodded, heart swelling with affection. ‘i could stay like this forever.’

he chuckled. ‘careful, i might hold you to that.’

you tilted your head up to kiss him, slow and soft, the kind of kiss that spoke of quiet promises and late-night adventures. when you pulled back, his smile was lazy and content. ‘love you,’ he said.

‘love you more,’ you replied automatically.

‘impossible,’ he shot back, grinning.

the sun crested the horizon, bathing everything in warm, golden light. marc’s arms stayed wrapped around you as the world stretched out before you, vast and full of possibility. and in that moment, with his heartbeat steady under your palm and the future wide open, you believed that maybe, just maybe, you could stay there forever.

can u write smth where the reader is so short than pablo *she is 149cm and he is 173* and maybe u can add how his guys say to him he is lucky because he is already short *poor gavi* i think it will be kind of as headcanons

thank you if u did tho ❤❤

santa's helper

credits to the owner!

summary: you're on the christmas market with gavi

warnings: none

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

a/n: i little changed this, but i hope that you'll like it! and tysm 💞

taglist: @joaosnovia, @barcapix

requests are open!

masterlist

The most awaited time of the year for you has come - Christmas. Like every year, you planned to go to the Christmas market in beautifully decorated Barcelona, but this year with a special guest, your boyfriend.

You met Gavi at the beginning of this year and you quickly established a bond that became stronger every day, until today, where you have been a couple for nine months.

What charmed Gavi most about you was your height. You were so tiny next to him, which was good for him because he wasn't very tall either, and you were the perfect height for him, as if you were made just for him.

This was also the reason why he loved teasing you. Whether it was resting his elbow on your head or lifting your things above him while you jumped around trying to reach them and he laughed.

He loved that about you. You never got angry at him for mocking you because you knew he loved you. But you'll never admit to him that you like it.

Today was no different. You were walking hand in hand on a December evening between the stands, here with Christmas decorations, here with food, here there was absolutely everything.

Pablo fully dressed from head to toe, just so no one would recognize him, wanting to spend quality time with you, and you looking so cute and beautiful next to him, wearing black earmuffs, and a black coat, with your hair flowing freely down your shoulders. You were pulling on his hand like a little kid in a toy store.

He kept giggling at you as you jumped excitedly on the Christmas decorations, constantly talking, and he hung on your every word.

At one point you passed a stand with balloons, which you looked at, of course, and Pablo followed your gaze. When he saw them, an idea came to his mind.

“Wait a minute” he said, then turned back.

You stood still, looking at him strangely, and your gaze changed between confusion and excitement as he walked back towards you, balloon in hand.

“Give me your hand” he said and you gave him your hand.

He tied a red ribbon from balloon around your wrist that represented a gingerbread man. You looked at him questioningly.

“You won't get lost now, dwarf” he grinned at you, and you looked at him with pity as he just chuckled.

You started giggling yourself, blushing slightly at the small gift he gave you.

“Thank you, cariño” you said, then stood on your tiptoes to kiss him, but he tilted his chin up so that you couldn't reach his lips.

You became outraged and then walked away from him, and he laughed even more when he saw only a bouncing balloon above the crowd, but not you. He found you after a moment, kissing your cheek in surprise, making you narrow your eyes at him.

“Don't be mad at me anymore, amor” he said, kissing the top of your head. "So where are we going now? These are our last moments together, we need to spend them well" he said, and you started to wonder what he meant.

"What are these our last moments? What are you talking about?" you asked and he just laughed.

"It's sad that you short people have to help Santa Claus with presents during this period" he faked crying. "I'll have to hand you over to the rest of the elves, amor" he said, making a sad face, and you frowned angrily.

He laughed out loud at your angry but very cute face. To him, you looked like the cutest angry hamster in the world. You just snorted at his behavior and then moved to the next stand.

There were many jokes about your height that evening, but you wouldn't exchange it for anything else, because in it all there was the love you were looking for for so long and you just found it with Pablo <3

MY SHAYLA 💔🫂

hi baby 😔

Hey princess!! Could you add me to your taglist, pls ? 💓

yes amore, idk why i didn’t reply to this but if ill add u to general but if u wanna be apart of a specific one pls lmk xx

pau cubarsí x reader where instead of holding hands she holds onto his bicep as it grounds and make her feel safe. it’s become almost second nature and pau’s teammates pick up on it and how protective and sweet he gets when she does it x

❦ - attached by the arms.

summary:: holding onto his bicep became a habit for you. you thought nobody would notice but EVERYONE did. however your boyfriend doesn’t mind it a single bit.

warnings:: none!

writers note:: uhm shoutout to @cherryloveshs bc she’s lowkey come to the point where i’m holding her hostage for child labour?? honestly idgaf 😛😛. she’s my favourite little girl for doing my mood boards bc i’m lazy asf but anyways that’s her honourable mention over! i love these reqs yall are so creative!

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

pau cubarsí wasn’t the most openly affectionate person in public, but with you, things were different. it had started so naturally that neither of you really noticed at first, whenever you walked together, whether through the streets of barcelona or into the camp nou before a match, your hand would find its place gently wrapped around his bicep. not clinging, not pulling, just holding.

at first, he thought nothing of it. maybe you just liked the feeling, or maybe it was instinct. but over time, he started to realise, whenever you were nervous, when crowds got too loud, when the world felt a little too fast, you’d do it without thinking. and every single time, he felt the way your body eased beside him, like just that small connection was enough to ground you.

the team noticed too.

‘she does that a lot, huh?’ fermín lópez mused one day as they walked into the stadium, nodding toward your hand resting securely against pau’s arm.

pau glanced down at you, completely unaware of the conversation happening about you, just focused on whatever thought had settled in your head, and then back up at fermín.

‘yeah. she does.’ ronald araújo smirked. ‘you don’t seem to mind.’

he didn’t. if anything, it made something warm settle in his chest. he never brought it up, never teased you about it, never asked you why, he just let you do it, let you hold onto him when you needed to, and in return, he made sure you never had a reason to let go.

and the others noticed that too. the way his hand would naturally drift to your lower back when walking through crowds. how he subtly adjusted his pace to match yours. the way his expression softened when he looked down at you, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist for that moment.

‘he’s whipped,’ ferran torres whispered to gavi during training one day.

‘no, he’s just in love,’ gavi muttered back, watching as pau instinctively leaned down when you spoke to him, giving you his full attention.

and maybe that was it. maybe it was love. maybe it was something else entirely. but whatever it was, pau knew one thing, whenever you reached for him, he’d always be there.