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[katherine-mcnamara]

[escapism-writer]

Talk to me - Gavi x Reader

A/n: Heres to me one day having a good upload schedule! I wrote this all in one go and do not have the motivation to re-read it sorry.

Summary: You felt to afraid to ask for help, but that didn’t matter when Gavi finds you crying alone.

Warnings: Angst, comfort, not proof read.

You lifted your legs towards your chest, protecting yourself from all the thoughts that raced through your head. Tears started to escape one by one, your ears started to ring. You couldn’t tell what you were feeling but whatever it was, you wanted it to stop. The more your thoughts clashed with each other the more forceful the tears fell, fighting against you holding them in. As the mixture of pain, sorrow and confusion became unbearable you stopped fighting. Then it hit you. Why were you crying here alone? You pushed away the thought of feeling sorry for yourself.

Anger hit you like a rubber band being pulled until it snapped. You felt your tears fall more violently, your thoughts became more blame full on everyone around you. You had done nothing but tried your best and it lit a flame inside, to know no one had noticed. You wanted to scream. You wanted to throw everything nearby, to create a bubble spaced from anything that could cause you to break anymore. Anytime anyone asked for help you were there, hell, even if they looked sad for five minutes you dropped everything to help them out, making jokes to lift their spirits or giving them advice to try and console them.

Yet here you were, after months and months of build up. Even when people did notice, they didn’t help. They’d ask you, “Are you sure your okay?” Obviously you didn’t want to bother anyone, so you’d always answer with “Ah, its nothing to worry about!” You knew you couldn’t expect them to just know how you were really feeling, but you really wanted to. If you could know how others felt, then why couldn’t they? Asking for help personally was never going to happen. You were afraid to say something wrong, or make it sound worse then it really was. Your thoughts were cut short by the sound of your bedroom door opening.

“Hola, Mi Vida.”

The voice was undeniably coming from your boyfriend, you mustn’t have noticed him come though the front door. You moved your head in the opposite direction, begging that the footballer would not notice your tear-stained face. You used the sleeve of your, but really Gavi’s, hoodie to wipe your face dry.

“Was wrong Mi Vida?”

You felt the boy’s warmth, as his arms pulled you into a hug from behind. His cologne help your body relax a little in his arms, feeling as safe ad you could. The anger flowed out, replaced back with the original sadness.

“Its nothing to worry about, everything’s better now your here.”

You sighed out, you didn’t lie. Everything always felt better when he was with you. Although he didn’t know it, his touch was a comfort in itself to you. His warmth protected you more than you could have ever.

“I just walked into you crying in the dark. Do you really think thats nothing to worry about?”

You laughed slightly at the thought of what Gavi must’ve seen. How embarrassing! You turned around, giving up hiding your tear-stained cheeks. You looked into his eyes, I he ones that drew you to him from the very beginning. You shot the golden boy a smile, before letting out a light laugh again while shaking your head.

“Hmm, it doesn’t sound like anything to worry about.”

Gavi looked sympathetic, instead of laughing like you had wished he was. You weren’t sure you were ready to talk tonight about your feelings, despite all the mental arguments you had earlier on. His sympathetic face only deepened as he struggled to read you.

“Please talk to me, Y/N. I can’t stand seeing you like this. Te quiero mucho.”

You felt yourself break at his comment. You bit your lower lip, trying to prevent yourself from bursting into tears for the second time in one night. As you considered what to say, your mind was infected by pain that spread faster than you could cut it off. Your eyes met with Gavis once more. Seeing his brown doe eyes lingering with empathy you felt yourself collapse again.

“I don’t know if I can keep living like this Pablo.”

Tears returned, as if they had never left. You hated breaking down in front of others. Watching them unsure on how to comfort you, only made you worry more. Though Gavi was not like that. He instantly pulled you into a hug before whispering into your ear.

“I’ll always be here for you, I can help you if you just tell me what I can do-“

“Can you just lay here with me.”

Gavi pulled from the hug, adjusting his position. He moved himself under the blanket, patting a place next to him. You rested your head on top of his chest, falling deeper into sleep as you synchronised your breathing with his. You followed the beating of his heart, until your body completely relaxed, free from any emotion it held before.

“Te quiero, princesa.”

[gifsbymel]

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[uservicky]

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content note: hospital setting ( nothing too obvious, but she is in a hospital gown )

[gavidaily]

Gavi + Eric García

[alwayzraven]

KARDESLERIM| 1.95 — Ayber 🥰

[laisy]

[kvtnisseverdeen]

10 Things England's Bukayo Saka Can't Live Without | 10 Essentials (x)

[sparklefiists]

Click the source link for 1013 gifs (245x145) of Anna Chancellor in various roles: Rain Dogs (2023), Stromboli (2022), Benjamin (2018), New Blood (2016), Flowers (2016), The Last Dragon Slayer (2016), Hidden (2011), The Best Man (2005), Agent Cody Banks 2 Destination London (2004) and What A Girl Wants (2003) . All gifs were made from scratch by me so please don’t claim as yours, include in other gif packs/hunts or make edits with them (if you want to turn them into gif icons, ask me first and give credit); I don’t abide by the classic +/- 5 year rule. For full rules, go HERE. Reblog & like if you find them helpful.    

Triggers:  drinking, smoking, eating, crying, flashing lights.

[katherine-mcnamara]

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[escapism-writer]

Not my crowd - Gavi x Reader

A/n: Feel free to request guys!

Summary: You struggle to fit in with the Barcelona team & WAGs.

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, slight mentions of Bars/drinking.

You felt yourself gripping to the stirring wheel, slightly biting your lip in attempt to hide your nerves. You turned up the radio, almost forgetting you were alone in your car. Barcelona just beat Real Madrid, to celebrate the team decided to go out to a bar. You got invited by your golden boy boyfriend, Gavi. With much hesitation, you agreed to meet them there.

Once you arrived, you quickly followed the golden boy, who travelled with Pedri, inside. You didn’t enjoy going out with the team as much as you wanted. It was difficult to fit in, to enjoy what they all did. You lived a completely different life to everyone you were now in a room with. Unlike everyone around you, you were still only 18 and in collage. You had a job but it couldn’t earn nearly enough for you to move out at such a young age by yourself. As the time passed, you sat next to Gavi, watching him lift more glasses to his lip. You sat silently, mesmerised by the smiles and light blush that covered his face.

You and Gavi had been close since high school, and his career didn’t ruin your friendship in any way. Well, maybe you spent a little less time together, but you still messaged every night and morning. After sometime, you began to notice how easily the young boy could make you blush, his words constantly fell like a melody to your ears. Getting cut from your thoughts, you noticed one of the WAGs glancing unwelcomely towards you, before cupping her hand over her friends ear and learned in. The other girl looked up to meet your eyes, a small laughter overtook her face. You shifted uncomfortably, feeling as if you were nothing but a miss fit.

You pushed yourself out of your seat, making your way to the outdoor section of the bar. As you sat down on an outside bench, you leaned forward, using the bench as support for your head. You closed your eyes, attempting to control your thoughts. Little did you know, Gavi noticed your change in mood since the beginning of the evening, typically, you were quite social. But these evening had been different, you sat back, just observing your surrounding, making sure not even a sound fell from your mouth. As you left the building, Gavi excused himself. Getting closer to the door, he noticed your figure curled, looking for comfort from the bench your sat on.

“Is everything alright Mi Vida?”

Hearing his voice and the nickname brought a sense of relief over you. The thought of Gavi coming to check on you made your once, sad-filled thoughts burn out.

“Sì, I just needed a moment.”

You lied, lifting your head to meet his gaze. His beautiful brown eyes, now shining from the lights that covered the bar.

“Are you sure?”

The boy raised his hand towards yours, softly stroking the knuckles with his thumb. You felt yourself willing to collapse from his touch and comfort. You sighed, considering telling the truth.

“Everyone here, they are so nice but they definitely are not my crowd.”

You felt your head dip in disappointment because of your own words. Gavi’s face became sympathetic, he adjusted to sit closer to you. He pulled your body close to his, wrapping his arms around you. Acting as a form of security. You felt tears fall down your face pilling onto Gavi’s shoulder.

“Está bien, you’ve got me!”

The boy noticed your little reaction, he separated his body from yours, moving to meet your eyes.

“I love you, no matter what.”

[gifsbymel]

Elçin Sangu

in İyi Günde Kötü Günde, episode 4.

[snoopdoggs]

:-)

[hufflepuffhabs]

Yes Gavi, I would also feel flustered if standing next to Eric speaking Català.

[msola]

Asiye ve Omer Kardeşlerim 108. Bölüm

[inafieldofdaisies]

Can i get 🛁 - A nice, relaxing bath for either sabrina or cal? Whichever one you think deserves it more :)

Prompt from this post.

Originally I settled to do it for Sabrina, since for the life of me I couldn't imagine Calahan ever taking a bath unironically (not that he deserves it less), the closest he's ever gotten to taking a bath is when John almost drowns him at the Cleansing. 🤣 But ... I ended up writing a little something for Hartley too, including it after her snippet.

Sabrina was awakened by the sunlight streaming through the ranch's windows. She realized they had forgotten to close the curtains the night before, too engrossed in each other and in the moment, then all she could remember was drifting off in his bed, their bodies entangled. A look at her watch revealed it was past 8 am. Usually she'd wake up at sunrise or before the sun even made an appearance, she couldn't believe she had overslept.

It's his bed. It's just more comfortable. Right.

Sabrina laughed internally at the poor excuse. It wasn't the bed, it was John, no matter how much she tried to ignore that fact. Ironically it was in his arms where she felt safe, she didn't have to stay awake until tiredness finally took over and her brain had overworked itself enough. She allowed herself few more extra seconds in his embrace, absorbing the warmth his body radieted, like her own personal blanket. With a sigh she carefully moved his arm that was resting over her waist and got up, stretching her body, feeling a sweet soreness in her limbs.

The cool air hit her naked skin, making her shiver. At the foot of the bed she found his shirt laying discarded on the floor, as she put it on Sabrina took in his scent, the smokey expensive cologne he used enveloping her in the same way he was holding her. She looked over at his sleeping form under the sheets, the calm expression on his face made him appear younger, peaceful, carefree. "For once I'm watching you sleep and not the other way around.", she whispered, then tiptoed over to the master bathroom, not wanting to wake him up, knowing he needed rest as much as she did. Sabrina was freshening up when an idea hit her. During her stay an the ranch she had been eyeing the bathtub in the bathroom she usually used, yearning to de-stress for a few minutes. At the end she always settled for a quick shower, feeling too guilty to pamper herself while the County was at war. She walked over, her body convincing her to draw a bath this time. With the water at just the right temperature and smelling heavenly, she was about to get in when the door opened. "You didn't wake me.", John sounded a little hurt. Sabrina turned around, her eyes taking him in: He was shirtless, all of his tattoos on display, barefoot, sleep pants hanging low on his waist, his hair messier than usual with strands falling on his forehead in defiance. In few strides he was in front of her, the sleepiness still lingering in his gaze. "You looked too peaceful to", she responded and hugged him, her arms locking at the nape of his neck as her eyes met his. "And you look good in my shirt, Ms. Donovan.", John retorted, pulling her closer by the waist and leaning down for a kiss. "Should have seen me in my detective days, then.", was all she could get out before he silenced her. When their lips met, Sabrina felt the same giddiness that took over her the first time he kissed her, the same hunger he was trying to quench. She nudged his chest and broke the kiss, knowing full well they'd get carried away otherwise. "My bath is getting cold and I have to make breakfast for Savannah." "Then we better get you out of that shirt.", he smirked, his fingers going to work on the buttons, garment hitting the ground in seconds. His pants quickly followed suit. "You didn't even ask to join me, Seed. What if I need some alone time?", Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "It's my bathtub, Deputy." She made a move to playfully smack him on the chest, but he caught her wrist and kissed her palm. "Sabrina", he drawled, correcting himself, "I'm just riling you up. So, can", a kiss, "I", followed by another, " join", and another, "you?" She gave his chest another push, "As long as you don't try to drown me." John backed away, laughing, his blue eyes shining playfully, "As brazen as the first time we met." He moved around Sabrina, stepping into the water. He sat down, making himself comfortable, then reached out a hand to her. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, at John Seed enveloped by bubbles, "Spa day at the ranch. But hell, I forgot your rubber ducky." "Get in, Sabrina." And so she did, nestling against him, her back to his chest. She was right, the water was getting colder already. John had his right arm resting on the edge of the tub, the left was wrapped around her waist, holding her close, something that was turning into a habit. Sabrina grabbed his hand in hers, intertwining their fingers, looking at his tattoos. At times she still found herself in disbelief that he was the man from her visions. "You making breakfast for me too?", he murmured inbetween kissing her back, his teeth playfully grazing the spot where her shoulder and neck met, lips quickly soothing the sting. "I have to, after last night. You need your energy back.", she broke into laughter at his hand tickling her waist. "My energy is just fine. But you already know that.", he whispered in her ear. "I might need a demonstration." "Will you now?" "Yes, you see-" His lips against hers silenced her as his hand descended underwater, making her forget about her bath and the water going cold.

Sabrina entered the ranch, unable to shake off the feeling something was wrong. Her and Savannah had gone out on a walk, while John was away doing God knows what. She was sure she had closed the backdoor on their way out. Then she saw them: muddy footprints leading from the entry past the kitchen and up the stairs. An intruder. "Rin-Rin? What's wrong?", Savannah could sense her worry. "Stay here.", Sabrina told her sister. Leaving her to sit on the couch in the living room. On her way upstairs, she grabbed her gun from John's room. "I'm living it in here. Regular and Bliss bullets. So I know you two are safe when I'm not present.", was what he had told her before he left the last time. She set on checking the upper levels of the ranch, gun raised in front of her, eyes tracking the footprints that led to the guestroom that nobody used. Sabrina opened the door, the room was empty but a godawful noise was coming from the bathroom. The most off-key singing I've ever heard. "What the fuck?", she whispered. She expected an attacker, not an America's Got Talent reject. With quick strides she was in front of the bathroom door, swinging it open and rushing in. The sight made her freeze in her tracks. Calahan was taking a bath and signing on the top of his lungs while smoking a cigarette. His clothes were thrown in a heap in the middle of the room. "KID? What the fuck?", Sabrina was dumbfounded. "Gray!", Hartley was so startled by her sudden appearance he almost dropped his cigarette in the water as he made a move to cover himself, desperately gathering the remaining bubbles. She twirled around, grabbing a towel off the rack and chucking it next to the bathtub. She then tucked the gun in the back of her jeans, seeing how no actual danger was present. "Out.", she shouted. Calahan gave her a sheepish smile, as he put out his cigarette on the edge of the tub and picked up the towel. Sabrina turned, staring at the door she came through, refusing to be flashed further. "Front is clear, Gray." Hartley had the towel wrapped around his waist and was tracking water across the floor as he headed for his clothes. "What are you doing here?" "I needed a break from all the fuckers chasing me. Was close by and figured this might be the only place I'd find a friendly face at." "And if John was the one to find you?" "Eh," Cal shrugged, "he would have been pissed, even better." "Kid.", Sabrina gave him a pointed look. "I needed this, Gray. Haven't rested in days, forgot even when I showered last. Felt like a better option than the river", he sent her a wink, "You might want to turn around again…" Sabrina shook her head, exiting the bathroom as she shouted, "Get your ass dressed, Deputy." Few minutes later Calahan emerged too, his body covered by dark jeans, faded sweatshirt and denim jacket, while he carried his dirty boots in one hand. His gaze landed on Sabrina sitting on the bed, "Sorry. I really mean it." "My sister is downstairs, terrified, Calahan. You've tracked in mud all over the house. And now I need to bleach my eyes.", she groaned, "You're lucky John isn't here. I'm really not in the mood for you two bickering like children." "I'm sorry.", he repeated, paired with the best puppy eyes he could muster. With a sigh, Sabrina got up and gave him a hug, "I'm glad you're okay. And here." "I missed you too, you know.", he responded, patting her back with his free hand. "Okay, that's enough.", she backed away, wiping her eyes, "Come now." Sabrina opened the bedroom door, heading straight for the stairs. "I'm going to make us some lunch, while you make sure the house is spotless. Deal, kid?" "Deal."