#gavi headcanons

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Making dessert with pablo. Singing and dancing in the kitchen kinda corny but super cute and fluffy ❤️🥰🥰

i love this concept 💋 (i don’t think it’s corny at all)

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It was a cloudy day in barcelona, you and pablo were slumped on the couch together, enjoying the weather with each other.

You guys were watching a random netflix series, something in the show reminded you that you had box brownie mix. Immediately getting up and running to the kitchen to search for it. You just left pablo confused in the living room.

“amor why did you leave me” pablo walked in with his head down

“we have brownie mix somewhere in here…” you said focused on finding the mix.

“that was more important than cuddling with me?” he said slightly offended.

“right now, yes.” you said looking back at him with your hands still searching for the box

Pablo then took a seat and waiting on his phone for you to find the mix. Both of you had been eating junk food, so to finish the day off you guys were gonna eat some brownies.

“found it!” you said excitedly

“took you like….5 years…” pablo said quietly

“whatever, get me a bowl, and some milk, and an egg, and oil too.” you named off the needed ingredients off the box.

pablo getting up and getting exactly what you needed for the brownies, you went on your phone and decided to start playing music.

One of your favorite songs came on, Tren al sur by los prisioneros. The iconic intro started to play.

“isn’t this your favorite song?” pablo said with his head still in the fridge getting the milk.

you didn’t respond back, singing the lyrics, “y no mi digas por ir viajando asi”

pablo coming back to the counter with the bowl filled with the things you needed, saw you moving with the song.

Still not talking, mixing the ingredients into each other. Whispering the lyrics under your breath, pablo just stood there looking at you being so focused on making brownies.

Mixing the batter around until there were no lumps left, you handed pablo the spood covered in chocolate. It didn’t take him much before the spoon looked clean.

You proceeded to get a pan to pour the mix in, pablo coming up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your figure.

The next song started playing, the song you dedicated to your relationship, “El muchacho de los ojos tristes”

You started singing the song, pablo started swaying you two along to the song. You put the bowl down and turned to look at pablo. You put your arms around his neck while his arms were around your waist.

Still singing along to the song and swaying with pablo, he finally joined in. He didn’t sing much, if he did it was as a joke. But this song he would always sing with you, seriously sing.

A smile was on both your faces, enjoying the moment. A perfect way to end the lazy day.

“con mis besos y mi gran amor, el muchacho de los ojos tristes, vive solo y necesita amor.” you two sung as the song ended. Giving pablo a kiss, melting into him.

Pablo pulled away, “wait, did you ever put the brownies into the oven?” he said

“uhm…” you looked behind you to the pan of mix sat on the counter still.

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A/N: i strongly recommend that you listen to the songs i highlighted 🤭 especially tren al sur

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So today i was at the dentist and got an idea for a story. What about reader having to go to the dentist and gavi comes along to help her feel safe because reader is scared ❤️❤️

Love uuu ❤️

i only like the dentist because of the laughing gas 😭

i luvv u too 💕🥹

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you put your phone down with a sign, reading the text that just popped up on your screen. Pablo was on his phone watching whatever he was watching, hearing your loud sigh he looked over and saw you just looking up at the ceiling.

“what’s wrong?” he asked pausing his video

“i have a dentist appointment tomorrow, at 3.” you said disappointed. Because for as long as you can remember you hated the dentist. Something about the sharp tools and them being way to close to your mouth just made you upset.

“what’s wrong with that?” pablo asked genuinely confused.

“everything! i hate the tools they use, how they’re so sharp and pointy and how they just shove their hands in my mouth and poke around. I hate everything about it! Especially the smell, it always smells like disinfectant and toothpaste.” you said sitting up looking at him while you rant.

pablo just looked at you because he didn’t know what to say. after a bit of silence you laid back down and put your hands on your face, dreading tomorrow.

“i have an idea.” pablo said with a smile.

“what.” you said annoyed, not at him but just annoyed you have to prepare yourself for the day tomorrow.

“what if, let’s say hypothetically….i go in with you?….” he said looking at you, then back to his hands every second.

“why would you want to go in with me?” you said

“because you’re scared and i don’t wanna see you scared and like all that stuff you said earlier.” he said looking at you.

sitting back up, you looked at him, and agreed because maybe having the love of your life will help you feel more comfortable.

*time skip to the next day*

“hurry up i’m gonna be late pablo.” you said to him already ready.

“it’s barely 2:30 calm down” he said with a hint of sass.

“it takes 10 minutes to get there, 3 minutes to prepare, about 4 minutes to check in, then the rest of the time for them to find an open space for me pablo.” you said.

“okay okay i’m ready” he said walking past you and out the door. You didn’t know how he was so happy(?) to be going to the dentist, maybe because it’s not his appointment but still.

on your way to the office you were borderline shaking, maybe it’s because you had a small breakfast or the energy drink you drank, or maybe just the fear but you didn’t like it.

You were in your head not even noticing pablo’s singing, you stopped at a red light and finally noticed. It was good but bad at the same time somehow, so you started laughing.

“what?” he said looking at you

“your singing, it’s terrible but amazing at the same time” you said still laughing.

“okay miss, “i’m scared of the dentist’ he said while crossing his arms

You immediately stopped laughing and smacked him on his arm, as soon as you did the car behind you started honking as the light was green for a good few seconds already.

As you parked in the parking lot your leg started shaking, you put your head down on the steering wheel, still not ready for your appointment.

“amor is gonna be okay, you have the most handsome, amazing, and bestest boyfriend in the world to help you” he said rubbing your arm.

“bestest isn’t a word.” you said, head still in your arms.

checking the time, you told pablo you guys should go in now, checking in and sitting in the waiting room.

“wait, what even is this appointment for?” pablo asked looking up from the magazine he was looking through.

“it’s just a cleaning but what if they find something that’s wrong and they have to preform some sort of surgery thing, what if they floss too hard and cut my gums, what if-“ pablo cut you off with his own words.

“your gonna be fine, it’s just a cleaning all they’re gonna do is clean your teeth and count them or something.”

“you don’t think i know that?” you said annoyed, but as soon as you were gonna speak the dentist called your name.

fear ran through your veins, not even viens, all over your body. You got up and so did pablo. Walking though the doorway and down the hall, the assistant told you where to sit. Luckily it was right next to the wall so pablo could sit next to you.

Pablo scrolling on his phone found a funny photo and showed you, hopefully cheering you up somehow.

The assistant walked back in and told you that she would start working on you for now, lowering your seat down and giving you a pair of sunglasses to help with the light she turned on. She first started by brushing your teeth, even though you already did that, she then started flossing after about 3 minutes of the brushing. Once she was done flossing she raised your seat back up and asked if there was anything that raised concerns, any pains or discomfort from the last time you visited.

nothing was wrong, you kept your dental health up. So you told her no and she took back the glasses, told you that you were all done. You didn’t even realize that it went by so quickly, pablo on the other hand bored out of his mind as nothing on his phone interested him anymore. you stood up and took pablo’s hand to help him get up.

walking back to the front desk and booking your next check up in about 6 months from now, relived that it was all over. Getting back in the car and turning it on as pablo immediately connected to the bluetooth and turning up his music.

“did my presence help you at all?” he said looking up from his phone.

“eh, i guess. That photo you showed me was stupid though.” you said backing out of the spot and getting onto the main road.

pablo scoffed and said, “that image was comedy gold, maybe you just don’t have a sense of humor. But see that appointment wasn’t even that bad.”

“it was that bad, i swear that girl was the most aggressive flosser i’ve ever seen.”

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a/n: sorry if it’s not like exactly what you requested i tried my best 😓

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guys pls give me ideas on who, and what to write for 🥹🫶 im desperate (ft. silly little picture)