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i’d like to thank allah, lewandowski, raphinha and lamine yamal for my happiness and for the fact that im alive! i’d also like to thank pedri and gavi for being an honourable mention to my will to live. they are amazing and thank you for making this first half bearable and thank you mbappe for injuring your foot and uhm yeah visca barca
guys i’m having heart palpitations wtf gavi goal w balde assist?? it’s like i predicted it by making a balde fic after my gavi one 😈😈
stay delusional girls 🤍
JOAO FELIX TO BARCA??? guys trust im manifesting it
4th times the charm (atp i’m js saying anything) gavi gets transported to morocco for a game, BUT while he’s there thru the shops he sees this BEAUTIFUL moroccan princess and they fall in love 😻🙏
❦ - stadium lights in casablancan nights
summary: gavi is called for international duty against morocco and finds love in the stands.
warnings: none!! however there’s a slight plot chance that was dmed to me afterwards xx
writers note: i love this idea and don’t ‘4th times the charm’ me mate your last 3 requests were diabolical?? who would read culpa mia but w gavi and snow white but gavis the princess?? 😭😭 also did someone say overwriting 😱
word count: 2k
The overwhelming roar of the crowd in Casablanca’s Mohammed V Stadium was quite deafening, but that made gavis pulse raise even more. His heart raced not because of nerves, but for the fact that he wants to prove himself. Back in the world cup 2022 he scored a goal against costa rica that showed that he wasn’t just another kid from la masia, he was truly a star. However, a few matches later his first world cup dream came to a crash. Round of 16 vs morocco.
As the anthems faded to an end and the refs whistle blew, he jogged into place and let the game get into its usual rhythm, clear chances, passes, tackles and fouls. And there it was. a goal! Perfect goal may i add by lamine yamal. The stadium erupted into cheers as gavi made his way to the corner flag to celebrate with his teammate, not only internationally but from his club that’s always been by his side.
However, this wasn’t just a normal celebration, something pulled his gaze upwards, and that’s when he saw it, her. Throughout the wave of opposing fans, one face stood out to him, a gorgeous girl, hands gripping the railing with her jaw dropped. It was obvious she wasn’t cheering for spain though, her kit and flag proved that inference. Yet her gaze found his, holding it for longer than it should’ve.
Eventually, half time pulled around as gavi made his way to the locker room. But that didn’t stop him from looking for her though. She hadn’t moved from that spot, instead she was stood up, laughing with her friends leaning against that very same railing, but her focus wasn’t on her friends. Her gaze was on the pitch, as if she was looking for something, making gavi wonder if it’s him that she’s looking for.
Pedri, who was standing right next to him, nudged him and said, ‘Focus hermano, she’s way out of your league.’, in a teasing tone, making gavi smirk but no response came out of him. He knew this wasn’t the last time their paths would cross.
The final whistle blew, the score ending in a 2-1 narrow victory to Spain, with players exchanging handshakes and shirts. Even though they had a successful match, that didn’t shift his mind from the mystery girl, his eyes shifting to her every couple of minutes.
After plucking up the courage to approach her, he noticed her still laughing with her friends, her smile lighting him up.
Without giving it a second thought, he jumped over the barrier, passing security and approached her. Some may call him cocky for the confidence but she noticed and found it amusing that he tried to get her attention. Although security refused to let him get any closer, he ushered her to come closer, and she complied, with her friends teasing her.
‘Hola, did you enjoy the match?’, he asked in almost a whisper to avoid attention from others.
She tilted her head, and her lips formed into a smile, laughing to herself and replied with, ‘Even though Spain won? I guess so’ she said in a playful tone, with her soft accent coming out.
They exchanged names however it caught Gavi off guard.
‘Wait you don’t know my name?’ asked Gavi in an almost concerned tone.
‘No, I know your name.. I just wanted to hear you say it.’ she said, her soft smile widening.
‘Gavi’ he said, chuckling, in a quiet voice.
Her friends called her from behind and she glanced back, reluctant to leave. ‘Looks like I have to go..’ she said.
‘Wait.’ Gavi said quickly, removing his shirt, and handed it to her, the faint smell of grass clinging to it. ‘Something to remember this match by.’
She took the shirt, her fingers brushing his for a small second, ‘Gracias, Gavira.’ she said, making his heart race.
There was one thing he knew for certain, he had to see her again.
The next few days in Casablanca was an absolute blur for him, media videos, training sessions and team meeting, but she couldn’t get out of his mind. Her smile, her laugh and how her gaze lasted for longer than even she wanted it to.
That’s when he realised, it wasn’t the match, it was her.
After hours of practice, the team had some downtime before their flight back to Madrid. Gavi found himself roaming the streets with Pedri, just so he didn’t seem like a loner.
‘So you’re really attached to this girl, hermano?’, asked Pedri almost with genuine concern.
Gavi sighed and yet again, didn’t have a reply for that and continued walking.
That’s when he saw her, for the second time, except she was alone in a small cafe.
He hesitated for a moment, Pedri staying outside, as Gavi made his way over.
‘Mind if i join?’ he asked, grabbing a chair from a nearby table.
She looked up, surprised as a smile was spread across her face. ‘Gavi’ she said ‘How come you’re not with your team?’
‘I mean, I was..’ he said, taking a seat opposite her. ‘But I figured i’d explore some more. Seems like I found the right place’
She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. ‘So you spend your free time chasing random girls that you see during matches?’
He smirked, leaning back into the chair, ‘Only the interesting ones.’
She laughed softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the edges of her teacup. ‘Not sure if that’s flattering or too forward’
Gavi’s smile softened, ‘A bit of both, cariño.’
‘Well i’ve seen you play, you’re good. But i’m sure you know that by now.’
He chuckled, ‘I don’t need compliments, but i’ll take them’
She smiled again, ‘So what’s a footballer like you doing in this small cafe in Casablanca?’
He looked out the window for a second, and then back at her, ‘I guess i’m looking for things that matter besides football’
Her gaze softened, ‘And have you found that yet?’
‘I’m getting closer.’ he paused, ‘Listen, I don’t know how long i’m gonna be here, but I want to see you again’
Unsure of how to really respond to that, she said ‘Maybe. If you’re lucky.’ in a mysterious tone.
And that’s when he knew he wouldn’t be leaving this city any time soon.
Due to the weather in Spain, their trip extended a few more days, but she didn’t need to know that.
On the last night of their stay, Gavi slipped away from the hotel and didn’t tell anyone, not even Pedri that he was going back to that very same cafe.
The night air was cooler than he expected but the night life still stayed active.
It wasn’t that long until he saw the cafe again, although it was late, it was still open and a few people were still in there.
He hesitated for a moment before entering again and the owner looked up at him and said,
‘Gavi, right? You’re here for someone I figured, and if so you’re in the right place, habibi.’
Gavi, uncertain by her words, followed her over to the table, where he saw here for the third time.
He sat opposite her, letting his eyes linger on her for a second before she broke the silence.
‘Gavi, I thought you wouldn’t turn up.’, she said, following with the familiar smile that Gavi loved.
‘I couldn’t stay away.’ he replied
And to that she chuckled and said, ‘You’re a lot more complicated than i thought Pablo.’
He grinned, trying to hide his emotions, leaning back into his chair, ‘I’ve been told.’
She stood up and said, ‘Listen Gavi, it’s getting late, I need to get going, and you should too.’
‘Wait,’ Gavi said ‘Can you please see me play again.’, he asked in an almost pleading tone.
She looked back, with an unreadable expression and said, ‘And you think i’ll say yes?’
‘I was hoping that you’ll surprise me.’
‘Maybe.’
And with that, she left.
A few weeks passed by, and the memory of you lingered in his brain. He hadn’t seen her since that night in the cafe, but your time together was the only thing on his mind.
Now he was in the Montjuïc, at a home game for laliga, as the stadium was packed with culers from all over the world as usual. But this match felt different.
As the game kicked off, Gavi instantly fell into the usual match rhythm yet his thought remained on her.
There was a small pause in play, as he re adjusted his socks, someone caught his eye. It was her.
There she was, in the VIP section, her barca scarf tucked around her shoulders.
He froze for a second, his heart hammering in his chest. She was no longer a memory, she was there in real time. Eventually, he snapped back into focus.
The scoreline was 1-1 and he knew that he needed to be the change that he wanted to see, so he took a risk and shot it in the direction of the net, bracing himself for the result. And there it was, a goal to put barca in the lead.
Pablo sprinted to the corner to celebrate and he looked up to see her in the stands with her hands over her mouth in shock. Then she smiled, her face full of pride. He noticed that, and made a small gesture, pointing towards her.
After the match was over, he saw her waiting with security by the players exit.
‘You made that goal look easy’ she said, her voice with a teasing tilt.
Before he could answer that, he had a question in his head.
‘You came all this way, why?’ He said, his eyes searching for hers.
‘I wanted to see if you’d keep your promise’
‘And did I?’
‘Yes.’ she replied with a subtle smile.
It had gotten to the point where they finally exchanged numbers, making his heart flutter.
The next laliga match was against sociedad which was quite a big match if you think about it. He had just completed his pre game superstitions until he received a message
‘i heard you’re not as bad as they say, wanna prove it? 😉’
He grinned, feeling a rush of excitement.
‘i thought i already did that’ he typed back.
‘okay, meet me at the cafe tomorrow.’
He arrived at the cafe as soon as the match was over and he was lost in thought. What were they? He knew they weren’t a fling but he didn’t know what to label it.
‘You’re early’ she said as she walked in.
‘Came as soon as the match ended’ he replied.
‘Okay Pablo, i’m gonna start off with why i asked you to come here. You’re the first guy who’s come into my life with a smile and a promise. But i’m not interested in that.’ she started.
He leaned in, ‘What’re you interested in then.’
‘Something real.’
‘So am I, and i’m not going anywhere.’
‘So prove it.’
And with those three words, the barrier between them was broken.
They went for a walk on the quiet streets of Barcelona, the night air brushing their faces. Neither of them spoke but the silence was enough for the both of them.
He turned to face her, ‘Listen. I don’t want you to go, just stay.’
She looked back at him and said, ‘Gavi.’
He didn’t let her continue because he felt like he already knew the answer to that and closed the gap between them.
Eventually, she found her way into extending her stay and renting an apartment in Barcelona to stay wiyh Gavi
Months past until they decided to make it official to the public, they both figured it out, the fame and distance.
One evening, they both sat on the balcony until he turned to face her.
‘So this is what i’ve been looking for. I’ve finally found what matters besides football.’ Gavi said.
She smiled back at him, realising that this is all she wanted too.
everyone moved on but i'm still here. (it literally happened yesterday)
barça boys wearing suits are simply 🔥
LMAO PABLO GAVI I LOVE YOU.
THIS IS LITERALLY ME FR
me: i dont chase men
spanish soccer player pablo martin paez gavira: h-
me:
fermin didn’t say anything like that to gavi, someone just made that up for a twitter post
THANKS ANON 😭😭😭
i swear this week is not going well for me, so know that post wasn't truth is a relief 🫂
i'm crying my eyes out bc of a football team help
"are you oka-"
NO I'M NOT OKAY BECAUSE I MISS GAVI AS HELL AND I'M ALSO NERVOUS FOR TOMORROW'S GAME BECAUSE I'M AFRAID BARÇA WILL SABOTAGE THEMSELVES BECAUSE THEY DO THINGS LIKE THAT SOMETIMES IN IMPORTANT MATCHES AND THERE'S STILL AN EL CLÁSICO ON SUNDAY SO NO BITCH I'M NOT OKAY.
Pedri: “…..I have a very good relationship with Gavi. When I see him out there it hurts my soul, because I know what it's like to be out and I know what he must be feeling, that he really wants to play. When he sees the training, he wants to come in.”
i'm officially depressed.
MY BABIIIEEESSSSSS 😭
WELCOME TO MY PROFILE :)
→ hey! my name's débora, a brazilian girl; you can also call me deh;
→ my pronouns are she/her;
→ i blog about football (mostly fc barcelona) & footballers once in a while (mostly pedri gonzález), but i also reblog post about some tv shows, movies, actors, etc!
find me on twitter: @/culernsweet
gavi's just a cute and innocent little kitten 😭
oh, gavi, you're so missed 💔
WAKE UP BITCHES, THERE'S A NEW PEDRI & GAVI INTERACTION
they wearing suits hits different fr 🙊
this is a family picture fr fr
nah wtf 😭☠️
credits: 303GAVI on twitter.
i can't believe barça's first game against psg is happening this wednesday and the el clásico is next week.
april will be a hell of a month...
lmao people are liking my post calling gavi a hamster 😭
here's my honest reaction:
gavi was probably a hamster in another life fr
hey guys!
with twitter almost being banned in brazil, i probably will start to use my tumblr frequently because i'm already used to this social, so, if you like taylor swift, barça, pedri, gavi and etc, pls like this post so we can be mutuals 😿