#gaviiiii

[justgavilmao]

can u write smth abt being friends with the princess while secretly dating gavi?

Hmm... That is an interesting plot tbh.

Not a very easy topic to write on, but I hope you like it :D

Part 1...

"Pablo fucking Gavi?!"

I cough a little, choking on my saliva the moment Queen Letizia made her announcement. Sophia, the infanta of Spain quickly elbowed me in the gut. "I-I mean... Uh, Pablo Gavi? Your highness..." I quickly bow to her, apology lacing my tone for the disrespectful, foul language I just used.

"If this were the 80s, I'd have had you beheaded." Leonor, my friend glares at me. "Relax, she's just kidding." Sophia simply chuckles at my expression. "Besides, she doesn't even have the power to do so yet anyway." She adds. "And also, we don't really behead teenagers for cursing every once in a while." Their mother sighs.

"And with you gone, who'd even design such killer outfits for us all?!" Leonor chuckles. Yep, that's actually how I met her and her family. Rather silly actually, but that one meeting changed my entire life. I moved here all the way from Y/O/P in order to pursue fashion designing. And kinda started out in Seville in a small boutique.

Cornered by the press, Leonor and her sister, Sophia, barged into my shops outta all the dozens of shops around it, all because it was completely empty. While hiding, they couldn't help but notice all the kinda of clothes, and the designs I drew in my book, and instantly fell in love.

A week later, the royal family of Spain helped me establish my business, and now, believe it or not, I was the private fashion designer of the royalty. In fact, my designs were so popular amongst the royals from all over the world, that I was even offered millions of pounds to move to England.

But I turned down because my life had already been set here. I had the bestest of friends around, the most amazing boyfriend I could ask for, and business was booming! Sure, I missed home a lot too, but I do visit my family during vacations. The only problem now was my relationship status with my boyfriend.

Being extremely private people, who absolutely hated being bombarded by the paparazzi, and crazy fans all the time, we mutually agreed to keep our relationship a secret to prevent further drama. A very wise decision there, no doubt... But unlike the members of FC Barcelona, I just couldn't let my friends find out about this.

Not because I don't trust them or anything... It's just, if they know, their staff knows. And most of the times, it's the staff members through which all the rumors start. Especially if they're bribed by the media to leak out certain, harmless little secrets. It's kinda how we know that Leonor has a crush on Gavi.

Oh yeah, that's another problem too.

I can't let her find out about this... She'd be so hurt! Not only because I, Y/N L/N, her best fucking friend, was dating her crush, but also because I never told her about this in the past. Yep, I'm so screwed. Getting beheaded really doesn't sound that bad anymore to be honest. I might as well just take upon that offer right now.

"Y/N!" I was snapped back to reality by Sophia waving her hand in front of my face. "You zoned out again, didn't you?" She sighs. "Sorry..." I mumble. "That's okay. Madre only told us that the entire Spanish football team is coming over for a celebratory dinner tonight to celebrate their qualifications for the upcoming world cup (2026)." Leonor informs.

"Oh, they made it?" I grin, excited for Pablo. "Yeah, we were notified this morning." She nods. "I am so proud of señor Gavi!" She then beams. "Oh great, here we go again." Her sister rolls her eyes, leaving the room, tired of Leonor's massive crush on him. "You know, I've heard he's still not seeing anyone." Leonor turns to me.

"Maybe he's just waiting for a certain princess to ask him out." She smirks, doing a little curtsey, making me laugh. She wasn't wrong there. He does like going out a lot. Just with a different kind of princess. "Ooo! Help me pick out a dress of two, will ya, Y/N?" She then requests. "Course..." I mumble, following her to her dressing room.

"Are you sure you don't wanna wear one of my dresses that you designed for me?" Leonor asks one last time as we were on our way downstairs to greet the team that had just arrived. "Of course. The spotlight's supposed to be on you anyway." I shrug. "Not like I'd be able to carry the dresses as well as any of you can anyway." I add.

Once we reached downstairs, we were received by the proud, grinning faces of all the footballers that made it here. I smile politely at them all, but of course none of them noticed me. None of them except Pedri and Ansu, who were both good friends of mine. But obviously, the first person I noticed there happened to be staring right back at me, clearly as surprised to see me, as I was to see him.

Pablo fucking Gavi...

[justgavilmao]

hi again!

i really loved the panic attack scenario... could u possibly consider writing another one in which he teaches you how to play football? i love your work so so much

holaaa!

Ah yes, ofc I'll do that! Also, tysmm I'm glad you liked my work <33

"I hope you're ready to play with me, mi cariño..."

I just squint a little, blocking the sunlight falling on my face with my hands. The cute little grin on my boyfriend's innocent face, and the excitement his voice was laced with, only made it harder for me to say no, and go home for the simple reason that I was too lazy to learn football today. Especially from him.

Gosh, how does he always manage to convince me with those adorable puppy eyes of his? "At least this jersey looks good." I sigh to myself, looking down, trying to brush off my lethargy. "You look good in everything." He shrugs, placing the ball down. "And nothing." He winks, and I just roll my eyes at this cheesy goofball.

Although, I have to admit, no matter how many times I've seen him in his uniform, both on T.V and in person, he never fails to get me drooling. Everything about him was just so perfect. His dark, fluffy hair blowing in the breeze, his chocolate brown eyes filled with purity and mischief, and his soft, blooming skin being hit by the sunlight in all the right places...

Even the way he held his football made me wish that he was holding me like that instead. But then I saw his impatient face, making me roll my eyes and snap outta the trance I was put under by his then-charming face. Now he looks like an annoying kid ready to throw a fit any moment because his mother denied taking him to McDonald's.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" I ask him, walking closer. "I already told you last night. It's just you and me." He sighs. "You always said you wanted to learn how to play anyway." He then reminds. "Didn't think you'd take it that seriously." I murmur to myself. "What was that?" He questions. "Nothing." I reply.

"So you booked this entire place just for the two of us?" I then ask, smiling and looking around, somewhat flattered. "Of course not-" He scoffs. "I borrowed one of the spare keys from coach last practice." He adds. "Borrowed." I raise my brows at him. "Sounds a lot like stealing to me, not gonna lie." I chuckle wryly.

"Depends how you'd describe stealing." He bites his lips nervously. "The action or offence of taking another person's property without permission or legal right and without intending to return it." I answer, copying that definition straight outta google. Don't even know why I learned it, to be honest.

"Oh, uh... hehe." He laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head. "So not only did you steal something, but you're also technically trespassing?" I realize. "Oh, whatever, you've done much worse." He rolls his eyes. "Oh yeah? Like what?" I raise my brow at him. "I don't know... stalking?" He holds in a laugh.

"SHHH- I was drunk when I said that." I roll my eyes, referring to the time when drunk-me exposed myself by telling Pablo that I used to stalk him on social media when I was younger. "A drunk heart never lies." He chuckles, not minding it. "So are you gonna teach me or not?" I scoff, changing the topic.

"Oh yeah, of course..." He says, walking away and towards the goal. "Let's start with some basic passes, yeah?" He places the ball down in front of me, and then walking to the other side. "I know how to kick, Pablo. I used to play soccer in school a lot." I roll my eyes, kicking the ball over to him.

"The fact that you just called it that just proves that you got everything wrong." He scoffs, offended, kicking it back to me. "Same diff." I shrug, kicking it back to him, but harder. "Powerful kick." He compliments, running behind the ball to get it. "You're aim's still a little off though." He remarks. "Or a LOT off." He sighs, kicking it back to me.

It was going above me, but since I saw Pablo do it multiple times in the past, I figured it wouldn't be too hard to stop it with my head, and jumped up. Good news: I stopped it. Bad news: The blow probably flattened my face like a tortilla now. I landed on the ground with the thud, my vision extremely blurry as the world seemed to be spinning around.

"¡Ay, caramba!" I hear Pablo exclaim. "I am so so so sorry, mi amor." He rushes by my side, examining my tortilla face. "I'm used to playing with bigger guys- I totally forgot how delicate you were." He sighs, kissing my throbbing forehead. My vision began clearing up a little, but my head was still spinning.

Since I wasn't a fan of having my face flattened right that, and being called delicate, I quickly sat up, shooting him a glare. "Uh oh..." He gulps, realizing what was up, and began inching away from me slowly. "You get back here!" I snarl, chasing him now, but he was too fast, and my stamina was horrible. At least compared to his.

We ran around for about 5 minutes, and I tried throwing the football on him numerous times while doing so too, in order to avenge my face, but unfortunately, he dodged them all. "I'm sorry!" He yells again when I threw the ball at him, but it missed again, making him laugh. Was he seriously enjoying this?!

I finally stopped in the middle of the field, panting heavily, drenched in my own sweat. That was some workout... Pablo cautiously approached me, sweating too, but still fresh from the run, not even a little tired. Before any of us could say anything, we heard a whistle blow from the other end of the field.

When we both looked in that direction, we saw a bunch of security guards dressed in all black and some badass shades make their way towards us. They yelled something to us in Spanish, but we couldn't really tell what, as it was pretty indistinctive. "Oh shit..." I curse under my breath, knowing we were in trouble.

"This way!" I grab Pablo's wrist, taking off in the opposite direction. We made it to the end, and turned back and ran in another direction as there was nowhere to go. Dodging and tacking a couple of guards, we finally made it to the exit, but that's when Pablo turned back and ran towards the center of the field.

"The fuck are you doing?!" I yell at him, worried that the slow, exhausted guards might catch up. "I can't leave Señor Romero behind!" He answers, quickly getting his football, and running back to me. "You never carry me so preciously." I roll my eyes at him once he caught up, locking the guards in.

"You're seriously jealous of my football now?" He raises his brows, chuckling as we both sweetly waved to the screaming guards who cursed at us both, tired of Gavi's mischief, as yes, this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. Only difference is that he usually did it with Pedri.

"You know... We really should play football together more often."

[justgavilmao]

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

HELLO MY LITTLE POTATO HORCHATAS! HOW ARE YOU?

Thanks a lot for giving this a try, it means a lot to me, and I hope y'all enjoy it too!

So basically, I'm new to Tumblr, and don't know how half the shit here works, but from what I think I know, this blog is gonna be dedicated ENTIRELY to Pablo Gavi.

It will consist of numerous imagines and scenarios. It's mostly gonna be fluff, but of course certain posts will contain mature themes and strong languages. I may or may not do smut too. Honestly, it just depends on how many request I get.

So of course, here's the standard list of a few abbreviations so that y'all can imagine yourselves better, and perhaps even realize how truly amazing each and every one of you are. And if you doubt that, stfu. You're fucking amazing, no matter what anyone says. Admit it people.

1. Y/N: Your Name

2. L/N: Last Name

3. Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

4. Y/H/L: Your Hair Length

5. Y/H/T: Your Hair Type

6. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color

7. Y/H: Your Height

8. Y/B/T: Your Body Type

9. Y/S/T: Your Skin Tone

And now, moving on...

I'm gonna start by random prompts for now, but feel free to request me for anything you have in mine. Also, incase some of you want a more detailed on dedicated entirely to you, do mention the following in your templates:

1. Your descriptions (looks, personality, mood).  

2. The person you want (anyone from the list of characters).

3. The scenario you have in mind (situation, place, time).

4. Word count (short and sweet: >500 words, long and descriptive: <500 words).

5. Your name and further details (completely optional).

So uh, that's about it I guess...

This is like the first time I'm writing something like this, so I hope I don't completely suck lmaoo.

But anyway, I hope y'all like my work, and if y'all do, don't forget to like, re-blog and comment as it's really motivating and stuff and keeps the book alive.

Remember, if you ever want to vent to a stranger, I'll always be there for you so feel free to dm me any time.

With that being said... What're you waiting for?

LESSGOOOO 🤍🤍🤍