❦ - Unexpected But Never A Problem.

Maybeeee part 3 where they actually meet irl pookie? 🥺💙

But hear me out, they meet on accident not a planned date but wtv you feel like luv we trust in you 🛐

❦ - one wrong digit. part 3.

summary:: fate is real? isn’t it? or is it just a concept we believe from movies. idk bro and neither does joao.

warnings:: SO when i started this series, joao was still a chelsea player so we have to stick to this plot line to save my dignity!

writers note:: happy valentine’s day loves! this woulda taken me ages but i locked in bc this is my valentine’s day gift to you lot! so enjoy this and i lowkey had to speed up the plot so yk!

tags!:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

it was a cold day in kensington where you lived but you had to go to chelsea just for some errands. in the end you stumbled into a cute cafe on the edge of the road.

you don’t expect to see him. not today, not like this.

one second, you’re just going about your day, lost in your own world, and the next, you hear his voice. not through a phone speaker. not filtered by distance. but real,right there.

your brain takes a second to process it. because it’s one thing to facetime someone every day, to hear their voice in your ear at night, to recognize the way they laugh, the way they tease, the way they say your name like it belongs to them.

but it’s another thing entirely to see them in person.

you stop in your tracks, heart hammering, eyes scanning the cafe like you’re hallucinating. but no, he’s right there, standing near the counter, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone, completely unaware that you’re staring at him like the world just tilted on its axis.

you should say something. you should.

instead, your phone buzzes.

joão: what are you doing right now?

your breath catches. you glance up at him again. it’s so weird, seeing him like this, taller than you imagined, the way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, how his hoodie is slightly oversized like it always is in your calls.

he still hasn’t noticed you.

nothing. why?

you watch as he reads it. he types for a second, then stops. then starts again.

joão: just wondering.

he lifts his head, eyes flicking up for just a second.

and that’s when it happens.

his gaze meets yours.

for a moment, neither of you move. you don’t breathe. he doesn’t either.

then, slowly, like he’s making sure you’re real, he lowers his phone.

‘no way,’ he murmurs.

you let out a breathless laugh, lost for words

his lips part slightly, like he doesn’t know whether to smile or freak out. ‘this is..’ he cuts himself off, shaking his head. ‘i was literally just texting you.’

you hold up your phone. ‘yeah. saw that.’

he laughs, rubbing a hand over his jaw. ‘okay, this is crazy.’

‘a little bit.’

‘like, what are the odds?’

‘apparently very low,’ you say, eyes still wide. ‘yet here we are.’

he lets out a disbelieving chuckle, then tilts his head at you, something softer in his expression now. ‘so… do we acknowledge that this is probably fate?’

you pretend to think. ‘hmm. or just a very, very weird coincidence.’

he smirks. ‘so, fate.’

you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.

he takes a small step closer, hesitates for half a second, then grins. ‘hi.’

and just like that, you realise, this? whatever this is? it’s real. and it’s happening.

Hiii, would you write for Trent Alexander-Arnold?

❦ - headlines.

summary:: a day in the life w your boyfriend.

warnings:: made up match (just to make my uncle happy?)

writers note:: idk if this is a question or request but here you are!! also magui blocked me on tiktok and i’m honoured bc her ego can’t match her sensitivity! 🤍

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp

trent was always the first to wake up. it didn’t matter if it was a matchday, an off day, or the rare chance to sleep in, his body was wired to rise with the sun. most mornings, he would slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake you, and head downstairs to start his routine. but today, he stayed.

he turned onto his side, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. his arm draped over your waist, fingers brushing against the warm skin of your stomach where your shirt had ridden up. outside, the faint sounds of liverpool waking up drifted through the window, but inside, everything was still.

‘why’re you so close,’ you huffed out a laugh, barely opening your eyes as you reached back, fingers carding through his curls. ‘we’ve been together for years, trent. thought the novelty would’ve worn off by now.’

‘never.’ his voice was low, a little rough, and you shivered when he pressed a lazy kiss just beneath your jaw.

it would have been easy to stay in bed all day, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, but trent had training. you knew the exact moment he realized it too, his sigh was deep, reluctant, his grip tightening like he could somehow hold onto time if he held onto you tight enough.

‘you don’t have to go,’ you said, knowing he absolutely did.

‘don’t tempt me,’ he groaned, rolling onto his back and rubbing a hand over his face. ‘slott would kill me.’

‘probably,’ you admitted, stretching your legs before sitting up. ‘but imagine the headlines. “trent alexander-arnold skips training for a lie-in with partner.”’

‘bit long for a headline, that.’

‘fine. “trent’s in love.”’

his eyes softened as he looked at you, the corners of his lips tugging into a small smile. ‘always.’

you never got tired of watching him play.

there was something about the way he moved, the way he saw the game differently from everyone else. the way he took risks that no one else would, because he knew he could make them work.

tonight was a big game. liverpool vs. man city. the kind of fixture that made your stomach twist with nerves, even though you weren’t the one stepping onto the pitch.

you sat in the stands, surrounded by familiar faces, players’ families, friends, all of you bound together by the same tension. trent had looked good in warm-ups, sharp and focused, but you knew him well enough to sense the pressure sitting on his shoulders.

when the match started, city came out strong, pressing high, forcing liverpool deep. trent was everywhere, tracking back, winning duels, threading passes between the lines. then, in the 32nd minute, it happened.

the ball broke loose in midfield. trent took a touch, lifted his head, and saw the opening before anyone else did. a perfect switch across the pitch, straight to salah’s feet. in a flash, salah was inside the box, cutting onto his left foot and curling it past the keeper.

anfield erupted.

trent didn’t celebrate much. he never did unless it was something special. but his eyes found you in the stands, and when you blew him a kiss, he gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod.

the game wore on. city equalized, then took the lead, but liverpool kept fighting. in the 85th minute, a free kick was awarded just outside the box.

your heart pounded as trent stepped up.

he took a breath, then struck the ball cleanly. it curled over the wall, dipped at the last second, and nestled into the bottom corner.

he turned on his heel, arms outstretched, letting the roar of anfield wash over him.

and then, without thinking, he ran straight to you.

he didn’t even hesitate, just climbed over the barriers and reached for you, his hands on either side of your face as he kissed you, hard, ignoring the cameras and the cheers and everything else.

when he pulled away, breathless, he grinned. ‘told you i’d make the headline.’

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Until We Meet Again

Kenan Yildiz x Reader

The house was too quiet.

Not the peaceful kind, either. It was the kind of silence that rang in your ears, that pressed on your chest until breathing felt like a chore. The kind of silence that echoed, despite the toys still scattered across the living room. His little sneakers by the door. His tiny Juventus jersey draped over the back of the couch — the one with “Baba” and number 15 on the back.

Kay didn’t care that Kenan had changed numbers since. To him, his baba would always be number 15.

Kenan sat at the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. You stood behind him, fingers gripping the sleeve of his hoodie. The one Kay used to wrap around himself like a superhero cape, saying he was “Baba’s biggest fan.”

Kay Yıldız. Just five years old. Brave. Cheeky. So full of life. A warrior who fought harder than anyone should have to. But cancer didn’t care about innocence. It didn’t care that he was loved by an entire football club, or that the crowd used to cheer his name every time he ran onto the pitch with his father.

The funeral had been small. Quiet. Kenan didn’t want cameras. He didn’t want headlines.

Just Kay’s family.

And his Juventus family.

Federico Gatti brought a bouquet of white flowers — Kay’s favorite. Nicolò savona, who used to play FIFA with Kay after training, had cried into Kenan’s shoulder like a little brother. Weston left a small stuffed penguin by the casket — Kay had a collection of them. Dusan stood frozen for the longest time, face red, eyes wet, muttering “I’m so sorry” over and over. Manuel Locatelli didn’t let go of Kenan the whole day.

The next day, Juventus had a home game.

You didn’t want Kenan to go. You didn’t want to be alone. But you also knew Kay would’ve insisted on it. He loved watching his baba play. Even from the hospital bed, he’d hold up his toy whistle and scream, “Let’s go Juventus!” like he was in the Curva Sud himself.

The moment you stepped into the Allianz Stadium, you felt the shift. The whole place felt heavy — but united.

The team came out for warm-ups all wearing black shirts. On the back: KAY YILDIZ, and underneath, the number 15.

As the teams lined up, the announcer's voice echoed:

“Ladies and gentlemen, we ask that you join us in a minute of silence to honor the memory of Kay Yıldız, the young son of our player Kenan Yıldız — forever part of the Bianconeri family.”

Not a single sound.

No chants. No movement. No phones.

Just silence.

On the big screen, a photo appeared. Kay, standing on the touchline, black and white stripes painted on his cheeks, proudly holding a sign that read:

"Forza Baba!"

Kenan stared up at the image, jaw clenched, eyes glassy. The tears came when the silence ended and the Curva Sud unveiled a massive banner, hand-painted with Kay in his little Juventus kit, smiling wide, football in his hands.

“Our smallest warrior. Forever one of us.”

Kenan dropped to his knees.

Weston, Dusan, Nicolo — they surrounded him, arms around his shoulders, heads bowed. The referee didn’t rush. No one did.

When the whistle blew, Kenan stood and played like his soul was on fire.

In the 15th minute, the ball came to him at the edge of the box.

A single touch.

A strike.

Goal.

Kenan didn’t celebrate. He just pointed both arms to the sky, tears streaking his face.

The crowd didn’t scream.

They applauded.

You stood up, one hand pressed to your heart, the other wiping your cheeks. You whispered, “He saw that. I know he did.”

After the match, the team walked off arm-in-arm with Kenan. The club posted a photo of him kneeling after his goal, the admin behind the phone, captioned:

“Shine bright, Kay Yıldız. The sky has gained a star — and we’ve lost our bravest Bianconero.”

That night, Kenan sat beside you in Kay’s room. He picked up the little jersey off the bed — the one with “Yıldız 15” on the back — and said quietly:

“Did you feel him?”

You nodded. “He wouldn’t have missed it.”

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the awkward night

credits to the owner!

summary: it's just an awkward first night with gavi

warnings: none

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: heeyyy can you do one where the reader is so shy person and one day she needs to sleep next to gavi but he sleeps always with only a boxer so she has nothing to accept the situation! thanksssss if you writed it 💖

a/n: oh my days, i hate that one 😭

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

requests are open!

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Relatively, you were an extremely shy person and had no experience in relationships. Your relationship with Gavi was your first and it was still quite new, you had only been together for three months and you had never once stayed at his place or he at yours for the night.

Today, however, he asked you to stay with him for the night, and you hesitantly agreed, not wanting to disappoint him with your strange behavior.

There was no hiding the fact that you were stressed. You were nervous and overthinking how the night would go. Sure, you had laid together before, but you had never slept next to each other, Gavi had accidentally fallen asleep on your lap after a tiring workout, but nothing more.

You were currently in the bathroom, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. You finally grabbed the doorknob and saw Pablo already lying in bed, waiting for you.

He gave you a smile and opened the duvet for you to join him, which you did very hesitantly. You noticed that the boy was sleeping in only boxers, which made you tense and blush.

You felt awkward, you didn't know how to behave in a new situation for you, and there was no way to avoid it.

Gavi didn't notice your discomfort and just pulled you closer to him, sighing loudly in pleasure. You lay still, as if paralyzed, you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort, even though he was your boyfriend and you shouldn't feel like that.

At some point, Gavi sensed some anxiety coming from you. He raised his head, looking at you questioningly.

"Is everything okay, honey?" he asked and you sighed. He was so cute and you were complicated.

“Yes, don't worry” you said, smiling slightly, but he didn't believe you.

“Tell me the truth” he said, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

“No, that's stupid” you said flustered and he clucked, shaking his head.

"It can't be stupid if you're uncomfortable" he announced. "I-Is it me?" he asked uncertainly.

“No, it's just-” you started. "You sleep in boxers and I've never slept with a guy and it's kind of... awkward" you finally confessed, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Oh” he opened his mouth, but smiled at you. "If you feel better then, I can put on shorts" he said.

You nodded slightly, and the boy stood up from the bed and complied with your request. He put on his shorts before climbing back into the bed with a smile, pulling you close to him again and you giggled.

“Tell me next time, I want you to feel safe with me” he whispered, looking into your eyes and you nodded.

"I just have to get used to it. It'll be better next time" you announced, and he smiled and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

After that you went to sleep, Gavi fell asleep before you and you could finally feel at peace.

And like you said, the next time was better. You started to be more open to the new situation, and Pablo started to pay more attention to you, especially taking care of your comfort. The awkwardness was forgotten, it was just you and him in your bubble where you found complete understanding.

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family meeting

credits to the owner!

summary: it was love at first sight

warnings: none

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

request: hi can you write something about pablo gavi? like his family has a family gathering and his cousin brings her best friend and he falls in love (like head-over-heals madly in love) and his behavior just changes from shy to super confident around her and everyone makes fun of him afterwards

a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO EVERYONE ❤️🎄🫶🏻🎀

taglist: @paucubarsisimp, @barcapix, @joaosnovia

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It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and Gavi's family had gathered at his family home for one of their usual family gatherings, enjoying the warm holiday sunshine. It was an intimate gathering, just a warm lunch, loud conversations and laughter echoing throughout the property. But for Pablo, it was a rare opportunity, because between his busy football schedule and his dedication to the sport, these family gatherings became something he looked forward to, even if he was usually the quiet one, sitting on the sidelines.

Pablo was shy, especially around people he didn't know well. His family understood this, so they never pushed him too hard to be in the spotlight. As usual, he was quiet and observant, sticking to his comfort zone and talking to close relatives. But today was different.

His cousin Blanca had insisted that she would bring a friend with her today - someone Pablo had never met before. However, Blanca mentioned her in passing many times and that he would definitely like her.

That girl was you, you gladly accepted your friend's invitation, having nothing better to do, and her parents liked you very much, so you went with them.

The moment you arrived, Pablo felt something change. You stood in the doorway with Blanca, laughing at something that had just happened on the way. Your long, shiny hair flowed and fell freely around your shoulders. Your bright, expressive eyes scanned your surroundings and your infectious smile seemed to light up the entire room. You greeted his family members, being so casual.

You were confident, funny, and effortlessly charming. The moment Pablo saw you, his heart started beating faster. He found himself staring at you. He was surprised by how beautiful you were, not only physically, but also how you made everything around you seem brighter.

You weren't like the other girls Pablo had met. There was something about your presence, the way you moved with ease and grace, that suddenly made him realize how nervous he was. He wasn't even sure why he was so drawn to you, he couldn't even take his eyes off you.

"Hola Pablo!" Blanca greeted him with a wave.

Pablo blinked, suddenly realizing that his cousin and you were looking straight at him. He waved to you shyly, his heart racing. "Hola" he managed to say, his voice a little too quiet for his liking.

You smiled warmly at his shyness. “Hola, nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you” you said, giggling lightly, but your tone was friendly and casual.

The words sent a wave of heat through Pablo's chest. He tried to find something to say in response, but he froze. For the first time, words failed him.

Blanca immediately noticed his awkwardness. "Come on, Pablo, stop being so shy. We're all family here!" she shouted and you just giggled.

Pablo laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, sorry. I'm just a little tired from training earlier" he explained.

"But it's the holidays" Blanca frowned, looking at her cousin.

"I did the training on my own" he explained and she nodded, looking at him slightly suspiciously.

But you didn't let yourself be discouraged. “I understand that” you said with a smile that made Pablo's heart skip a beat. “I play a bit of football myself, so I know how exhausting it can be” you confessed reassuringly, winking at him before going to greet the others.

From that moment on, everything seemed to change. Every time you looked at him, Pablo felt a surge of confidence he didn't know he had. It was as if something clicked inside him. He wasn't the same shy guy anymore. With each passing minute, he found himself speaking more freely, laughing more easily. As they sat down to eat, he joked with the others, even teasing Blanca, who seemed a little surprised at how at ease she felt now. She didn't recognize her cousin.

Pablo had always been reserved, but with you it was different. He wasn't just shy Pablo anymore, he found himself leaning forward during conversations, maintaining eye contact and participating in jokes. It was like you discovered a new side to him - one that wasn't afraid to step into the spotlight. You made him feel seen in a way no one else had ever done before.

Gavi became overly attentive, offering to help you with anything, asking if you needed anything, offering you drinks, sitting next to you. His family noticed the change in him - the quiet, shy Pablo was now the most talkative and outgoing person in the room, especially in your presence.

He even dared to talk to you to get to know you better, but the tremble in his voice betrayed how nervous he felt around you. You smiled at him and then started a conversation about football, and after a while the boy relaxed and started asking you about it, which you didn't complain about at all, you liked it.

Then, for the rest of the afternoon, Pablo couldn't help but steal glances at you. Every time your eyes met, he felt a spark in his chest and so did you, feeling yourself blush slightly as you realized that Pablo had been paying attention to you the whole time.

There was no hiding the fact that your friend's cousin was a handsome guy, very handsome indeed. You've seen him many times on TV, Instagram or TikTok and have always admired his flawless appearance. He was definitely your type, you liked him a lot, but you didn't want to do anything against your friend.

However, every time you met his eyes, you smiled widely at him, not knowing that it was like a wave of warmth that washed over him. He didn't want this day to end. He wanted to keep talking to you, laughing, admiring you, feeling the strange, thrilling excitement of being in your presence.

You didn't realize how much you inhabited his head. The rest of his family also noticed his change. His cousins exchanged knowing glances with each other, and Aurora even nudged him playfully.

"Looks like someone's in love here" Aurora whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, smiling from ear to ear as the others laughed.

Pablo's face turned red and he immediately tried to turn away. "Shut up" he muttered, looking away, but it was too late. The teasing had already begun.

"Oh, look at him" his Uncle Juan said, smiling. "He was so shy at first, but now he's the life of the party. Who's the lucky one, huh?” he laughed.

The teasing continued and soon everyone was making fun of him for his sudden burst of confidence, even his parents!

Everyone was laughing, but there was warmth in it - no one was cruelly mocking him, they were just amused at how his behavior had changed so suddenly, and it was all thanks to you. Pablo took all the jokes and even started joking along with them, admitting that he was madly in love with you. The teasing doesn't bother him anymore because he knows he's on the right track. His self-confidence increases as he realizes that being himself around you feels incredibly natural, and he wasn't previously aware of how much he needed it.

Blanca also noticed her cousin's change, so she walked up to him shaking her head, "Wow, Pablo, I think you've become a completely different person since Y/N showed up, huh?" she said half jokingly, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.

Pablo just laughed nervously, trying to stay calm, but inside his mind was racing. Did you feel the same? Did he really fall in love with you that quickly? He had no idea, but he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster when you laughed or when your hands brushed against each other as you reached for the same dish.

The little moments you shared between you made his heart swell. To him, you had a magical aura around you that attracted him like a magnet. When he looked at you in full sunlight, he sighed silently, unable to look at you. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful that day, wearing plain denim shorts and a pink, square-neck, short-sleeved blouse.

He felt that you had won his heart that day, without any real effort, and he couldn't ignore it. Because you noticed him in a way no one else had before. You looked at him as a normal person, not as a famous footballer who plays for a top club. You saw him as Pablo, not Gavi, and he appreciated that.

As the evening drew to a close and the last members of the family gathered their things to leave, Pablo stopped at the door, his heart still beating like crazy after everything that had happened. The teasing, the laughter, the way you made him feel like more than just the shy, quiet kid in the room, it all seemed a blur. He couldn't shake the warmth in his chest every time you smiled at him.

He only just realized it now, but he was really starting to care about you in a way that left him breathless.

You stood by the door, talking to Blanca as the last few guests said their goodbyes. Pablo watched you from the corner of the room, his mind still taking in how natural everything seemed. The confidence he found next to you today was unlike anything he had ever experienced, even on the pitch. It was as if in just a few hours he had become a different person, a person who could laugh freely, tell jokes and hold his own in conversation. It's all thanks to you. He never thought he would ever feel this way.

Blanca looked over her shoulder and caught Pablo's eye. She raised an eyebrow, smiling at her cousin. "Will you say goodbye?" she asked, her voice teasing but quiet enough for only Pablo to hear.

Pablo's heart jumped into his throat. He stood there, deep in thought, not even realizing that it was time for everyone to leave. He shifted nervously, suddenly unsure how to act. Is it just a fleeting moment? Did he really have a chance with you? Could he somehow make his feelings known without sounding completely ridiculous?

Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a step forward, his feet moving on their own. His palms were sweaty and his heart was pounding hard in his chest, but he couldn't let this opportunity slip away. He had to say something. Anything.

Blanca walked away, leaving the two of you alone, and you turned to face him as he approached, your warm smile lighting up your face when you saw him. “Hola Pablo” you said, your voice as nice as ever, it warmed his heart. “Today was really nice. Thanks for meeting” you announced.

Pablo took his breath away for a moment. He could barely think clearly, but he forced himself to speak. "Yes...yes, of course. I had a great time too. I...I mean, honestly, I don't remember the last time I had this much fun" he chuckled awkwardly, feeling his face getting hot.

Your smile widened and for a split second, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. It was just the two of you in that quiet moment, and Pablo felt a surge of boldness. "Would you like to... go out sometime? Just the two of us?" his voice cracked slightly and he cursed himself for sounding so nervous before running his fingers through his hair.

Your gaze softened, and for a moment, Pablo wasn't sure what to expect. Did he say something bad? Is that too fast? But then your lips curved into a soft smile and his heart beat even faster.

“Yes, I would like to” you said in a warm and sincere voice. “I really would like to” you assured him, giggling slightly at his nervous attitude, although you were also nervous inside, even more than he was, but you didn't show it.

Relief washed over Pablo like a wave, but he didn't know what to do with the newfound confidence that washed over him. He cleared his throat, trying to calm down. “Okay, cool. I'll text you” he choked out, smiling awkwardly but realizing something. “Um, Y/N…” he turned to you awkwardly, and you signaled him that you were listening. “I can get your number?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

You laughed quietly. “Yeah, sure” you said, scanning his face and a pleasant shiver ran down his spine.

He took the phone out of his pocket slightly clumsily, feeling how sweaty his hands were and nervously looking for the phone icon so you could add your number.

Once you handed it to him, he smiled gratefully, taking a deeper breath. "Thank you, I'll write to you" he said, looking down at the floor because he couldn't stand the intensity of your gaze any longer, and crimson shades took over his cheeks.

“Alright” you said, nodding. “I'll be waiting” you added more quietly, and Pablo looked back at your bright eyes, which sparkles danced in them. There was something playful and teasing in your tone of voice that made Pablo's pulse quicken.

As you turned to leave, Pablo instinctively took a step forward, reaching for the door. You both reached for the doorknob at the same time, and for a brief moment your fingers brushed against each other, sending sparks throughout your bodies. It was like an electric shock. Pablo froze, his heart pounding in his chest.

You looked up at him, your eyes shining with something he couldn't quite place. “It must be fate” you joked quietly, your voice playful as your fingers lingered for more than a moment.

Pablo swallowed, suddenly feeling a wave of courage he didn't know he had. "Yes" he whispered in a low voice. "I guess so" he added, chuckling nervously.

“See you later, Pablo” you said with a smile, walking slowly out the door.

“See you later, Y/N” he said to you, returning your smile.

You waved him away, joining Blanca and her parents, to which he, and others, waved back.

"Hopefully soon" he said to himself, then leaned against the doorframe.

The family chatter quieted down and Pablo stood there, watching you walk down the street with Blanca and her parents. His heart was still pounding, but he felt different now. Stronger. More alive.

Once he closed the door, he leaned against it, closed his eyes, and a smile spread across his face. Teasing, joking - it didn't matter. What mattered was that you saw him, really saw him, in a way no one else did.

For the first time, Pablo realized that his life would not always revolve around football. Maybe it was moments like this - moments where someone made him feel like he was enough. And as he stood there, replaying the scene from earlier in his mind over and over again, he knew one thing for sure - he couldn't wait to see where this new chapter with you would take him.

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14/03/24 (📷 Mark Sutton)

You got me curious do you write long fics like 8k+ ?

yessss i’ve done it in the past too but it just takes longer todo so i try to make it shorter but yes id happily do it! xx

i am in love w this and you ofc and oh my fuck good lord i’m shaking crying throwing up you’re a mastermind idk how you can glaze my fics when you produce THIS omds the talent you hold is insane messi who??? this is so cute i am gagged how on earth. gimme atleast a fraction of your talent im begging you’re so cutesy. i lit explode whenever you post hello

hi! could you write smth fluffy for marc bernal? like a cuddling kissing session

✮ Serenity - Marc Bernal

marc bernal x fem!reader

sy: a small wind down after a hectic night is just what both of you needed.

a/n: i feel like this was a little repetitive idk but im SLOWLY getting through the reqs 🙂‍↕️

warnings: lots of kisses (?)

it was a late evening in barcelona, the streetlights flickering on in preparation for the idle darkness that followed. you and marc went out for dinner with friends pau and idalete, a chaotic but refined event.

marc unlocks the front door, as you follow him inside. the warmth of your home steadies your composure, such a vast contrast to the heat of the night.

“they sure know how to keep us out all night huh?” you exhale slowly. your ankles are bare with red scratches, a heavy relief leaving your mouth when you unravel your heels off.

“they sure do,” marc responded, slipping his own shoes off and taking yours in his grasp to stash away. “well this is only the first, they wanna see us next saturday too.”

“don’t even get me started on next week,” you sighed as you give your arms a relieving stretch. you propel yourself forward, your limbs sluggish from the nights havoc. the exhaustion sits oppressively on your eyelids, an inevitable yawn daunting past your lips.

marc quickly catches up to you, even lazily intertwining his hands with yours to make it upstairs. even when walking up the stairs, he refused to let go of your hand, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles.

when you open your bedroom door, the crisp air hits you like a fan, almost sending you tumbling back at the shock of how chilly it was. the door clicked shut and marc turned to you, his hands hovering over the small of your back as he seized the already finite space between you.

“you looked beautiful tonight,” he murmured against the cool skin of your neck, where he planted a few dozen kisses. each one felt like a sting—burning and feverish.

you smiled, resting your palms on his chest. “you didn’t look to bad yourself, chico,” you complimented, fingers brushing the lapel of his suit jacket. “but i think you’ll look even better out of this.”

his grin was soft and playful, but his movements slow and deliberate. he let the jacket slip from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

swiftly, he moved behind you, his hands trailing along your back to seek the zipper of your dress. upon finding it, he delicately eased the fabric from your shoulders, then moved to draw it down as it pooled at your feet.

marc’s fingertips brushed along your arms, your back, your neck, as if relishing every inch—anywhere he could feel the pulse beneath your skin.

“eres tan perfecta,” he mutters whilst pressing a tender kiss on the back of your neck, “i could stare at you forever.”

you turn to face him, cheeks glowing a sanguine red. your fingers make quick work to the buttons of his shirt, the silky material becoming less of a distraction when you reach up and mould your lips against his again.

marc involuntary gasps, the sound low and husky in his throat. you take the opportunity to free him of the rest of his clothes, as they join the heap below.

the sound of the fabric slipping away, the weight of his body drawing closer—it all feels like a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

before things progressed, marc pulled back slightly, reaching for his oversized tee on the dresser. with a heartening smile, he gently pulled it over your head, letting the fabric cascade down your body before slipping into his pajama pants.

the sight of him, so casually comfortable yet undeniably attractive, makes you pull him back toward you.

your lips magnate back together, only this time with a deeper urgency and desire. his hands continue to roam the curves of your body, his molten touch igniting sparks along your skin.

an innocent groan escapes your lips, as his kisses become more fervent, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then to the sensitive spot below your ear.

marc knew your weaknesses, your guilty pleasures and studied your body like a map. he never needed direction, or guidance—it was all second nature to him.

goosebumps prick along your skin as you shiver at the sensation. your hands tangle in the loose threads of his hair as you tilt your head back to provide him better access.

effortlessly, marc guided you backwards onto your bed; the soft mattress welcoming you with plush ease. he towered over you smirkingly, his hands braced either side as he connects his lips with yours for a third time.

“i wish you could see yourself how i see you. then you’d really understand how irresistible you are to me,” he mumbled in between kisses.

you both couldn’t get enough of eachother, not like tonight. whether it was because of the intoxicating mix of exhaustion that made your brain mush, or that you simply craved the love he gave.

either way, you were lost in it. and so was he.

as marc subconsciously lowers himself closer to your body, the space between you grows smaller, almost nonexistent. your synchronised kisses grow slower, softer but no less intense.

you cup the sides of his face, your thumbs running across his cheekbones. when your lips part and your tongues eventually collide, it sends violent tremors coursing through your body.

you can’t deny but feel like your losing yourself in him—and you don’t want to be found.

but eventually, the passion ebbs into something softer. marc shifts, pulling you into his embrace as your body instinctively curls into his.

he lies back against the pillows, as you similarly nestle against his chest; you couldn’t resist littering gentle pecks all over his tanned skin.

for a while, neither of you spoke, the silence filled only with the intricate sounds of your breathing and the warmth of his body against yours. your legs tangle instinctively, fitting together in a way that feels effortless yet natural.

you lift your head slightly, lips parting to speak. “i don’t ever wanna move, can we just stay like this forever?”

marc looked down, his lips curving into an affectionate smile. “we can stay like this for however long you want, i’d do anything for you.”

“then how about you call in sick tomorrow for training—stay with me for a few more hours?” you playfully laugh, with a tinge of seriousness.

“if that’s what you really want,” he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “then i’ll make it happen.”

with that, he reaches over, tugging the blanket higher around you both. his fingers trace idle patterns along your back, not for any particular reason but simply because he can.

you close your eyes, nuzzling into his neck, “goodnight mi amor, te amo.”

“goodnight princsea, yo también te amo,” he whispers, brushing one last kiss on your temple.

the city’s bustling nightlife faded into a distant hum and replaced with the soothing rhythm of marc’s breathing. sleep pulls you both under, but even in the quiet darkness, you can feel the love tethering you together.