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thank you girls for sending this<3

1. i grew up with gossip girl and i think blair waldorf is probably the most influential character from that era

2. before i joined tumbrl,i wrote a series with 20 characters and i girl i used to be friends with deleted the whole thing.. luckily i remember most of it and i have boards for all of them on pinterest

3. i’m really good at telling anecdotes from nights out

no way?? news came out just after i said whoever wrote script for this season doesn’t deserve a raise??

WE GOT OUR 15 POINTS BACK MOOOVEEEEE

not how his last champions league journey should’ve ended…

“you don’t always get what u deserve”

so true from commentator,boys truly gave everything 🕊️

even when one person likes your work and lets you know that,it makes a hugee difference. imagine what difference it is when it’s more than one person- it motivates us so much.

to all the writers here- your work and talent shouldn’t go unnoticed and you are appreciated 🤍

in light of this,i made a recommendation list<3

It really bothers me how little feedback and energy fic writers get from readers.

Like dont get me wrong, a like is always always appreciated as its nice to know people are reading what you put out, but having someone reblog with even the shortest comment or leave an ask saying you enjoyed really makes the biggest difference.

Top tip: the more you interact with writers, the more fics will be written

fernardezology’s recommendation list

series:

invisible string by @invisiblestringmm

where one night fling with mason turned into something impactful. he is unaware that you have a daughter together,but fate has a plan for you. it’s one of the best pieces i’ve read here and while you read it,you cannot feel immersed with story.

just pretend by @gavisuntiedboot

this should be turned into a netflix show. while you wait for an update,you will definitely want to reread it.

worlds collide. by @blubffsd

so much drama. listen to the great war by taylor swift while reading.

juno! by @jesssssssssica

it’s gonna be impossible not to fall for jude after you read this. also very impossible not to check her other work😉

we’ll be allright by @footiehoemcfc

mason angst at it’s finest. very rereadble.

champion’s league’s nights by @yungbludz

there is no better crossover,even marvel doesn’t come close to this. my personal multiverse of madness.

sunshine becomes you by @oh-saints

never knew i needed grumpy martin x sunshine reader before i saw this.

to have and to heal by @yellowkitkieran

where martin navigates the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. that’s not to mention football, life and... love? her other stories are also 10/10.

envolver by @pedriscroquettes

loved every single word here.

a mountain to climb by @mountttmase

you will go through every emotion with this one.

his girls by @pulisicsgirl

is there anything better than christian in general? yes and it’s dad!christian.

almost always by @greykitkepa

thank you for your service and spreading kepa propaganda by writing🫡

one shots/headcanons

can’t sleep (without you) by @julianalvarez9

leandro is the cutest sleep deprived thing and it’s safe to say she did him right with this one.

headcanons by @starsshoppin

i couldn’t choose just one,all of them are masterpieces. head of headcanons and probably one of the first accounts i followed here.

silent treatment by @masonspulisic

angst with mason by her never disappoints.

pretty face,pretty boyfriend too by @masonmtxo

jelaous mason>>

dating pablo gavi by @i9messi

exactly how i imagine dating him would be like.

the great war by @mounts89

as if this already wasn’t my fav song from midnights..

comforting words by @mqsi

if barca losing means we get masterpieces like this,we won after all.

red card by @pedrisbanana

i will never see the barca lockroom the same way.

mornings with you. by @luvgavii

prime example of “how is this her first imagine?”

mistletoe by @ktsfootballff

the twist at the end?? love love this and her work in general.

the 5 times he knew by @888bear

who doesn’t love good old childhood friends to lovers?

wherever you are by @swimmingismywholelife

so so beautiful.

headcanons by @minnlix

again,it was hard to choose just one because all of them are *chef’s kiss*

nsfw alphabet by @footballfeverr

mindblowing. that’s all i have to say.

mornings by @20-th-centurygirl

i think this is also one of the first blogs i followed and i lovee her work!

insta au’s

needed some space by @ithinkimokeei

queen of insta au’s as far as i am concerned.

flashing lights by @gavislover

oh my god.

oh,baby! by @kepamount

pure entertainment.

CAPTAIN KEPA YOU ARE SOMETHING SPECIAL

men don’t understand shit about football

VS SEVILLA; OLD TRAFFORD; EUROPA LEAGUE QUARTER FINAL 1ST LEG; 13.04.2023

📸; DARREN STAPLES

thomas müller: raumdeuter, world champion, treble winner, horse lover, anti-capitalist comrade

You right — MM

AUTHOR: im exhausted but @mercedesjpg is my friend so here you go bby

SUMMARY: […] I got a man but I want you […]

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw content, cheating ig

“Lost your boyfriend, darling?” Mason slips past you, his hands on your waist as he makes room for himself. You gulp, chugging down the alcohol in hopes the brit is leaving soon. You don’t trust yourself around him.

“He’s playing beer pong with the others.” For some reason you feel like you owe him any explanation and it shows a lot about the type of relationship you two share. Mason smirks behind his cup, nodding. He’s always thought there’s something between you two and— as ironic as it may seem— now that you’ve been dating one of his ex teammates there’s more tension than ever. Mason knows you’ll never admit it but things aren’t as great as you pretend them to be in your relationship.

“And what is a pretty girl like you doing in here? All alone?” He insists, even though his smirk speaks louder than his words. You have been trying to suppress whatever it is that you feel towards the Chelsea midfielder but it seems impossible now that he’s standing right in front of you, looking back at it you wish you hadn’t drunk at all.

“What do you want, Mase?” You ask, already tired of his mind games. He’s unbothered a d simply chuckles at your rudeness. He likes you like this: feisty, annoyed, irritated. Because he knows he has this power over you. The brit leans forward on his forearms, his head a few inches from yours. You can smell his scent and suddenly your knees grow weaker. Fuck.

“You.” He whispers, watching your eyes get lost for a second. You will never admit it but you want him, just as much as he wants you. But you both like the chase, the bickering, the fighting. But he knows. You know. The mask slips only for a second before you scoff at his words, rolling your eyes.

“Fuck off, will you?” You turn around, looking for a new cup to pour yourself water. You definitely need to sober up if you want to stop yourself from making any horrible mistake. Mason leans back and laughs again. He’s hit a nerve and you both know it. You should know Reece’s house by now— the amount of parties he’s hosted so far can’t be counted on two hands— nevertheless you’re suddenly lost. Mason notices and comes in your rescue. Classic.

“Need a hand, princess?” He loves the cringed expression you make every time he uses overly sweet pet names. You shake your head, but Mason has seen coming. In fact, he’s already reaching for the top shelf to grab the cup you’ve looking for. You glare at him as he shows it to you.

“You’re welcome.” He winks at you. Again you try to ignore his presence but it’s impossible for two main reasons: even just his existence irritates you and that scent of his is making you go crazy. The only thoughts running through your mind are definitely inappropriate and for a moment you’re scared that even just by locking eyes he might notice them.

“How are things going with him?” You find it funny that he refuses to mention his name most of the time. He’s never been your boyfriend’s biggest fan, not even when they played for the same team. You lean against the counter, in front of him. The space between you two should be enough to prevent you from doing anything regrettable.

“Great. How are things going with her?” Your sass is impeccable and it makes Mason smile. Ever since seeing him with some brunette at Ben’s birthday you can’t shake the feeling of uneasiness off you. Mason can see right through your jealousy though. The brit knows you a bit too well for your own good.

“Jealous? You know you’re my only one, darling?” He smiles and you want to punch him but suddenly remember you’re a civilized person with manners and punching people isn’t socially acceptable. So you simply sigh loudly, showing him your annoyance. Once again he’s hit a nerve. You hate how well he knows you. Because it turns you on, more than your boyfriend has ever been able to. But that’s another story.

“Of what? I could have you whenever, Mount.” You talk too much and the amused look on his face shows it. You’re already preparing yourself for one of his comebacks before you’ve even finished speaking.

“Really? Is that so, princess?” Mason smirks as he stands straight and starts getting closer. You know this game too well yet you fall for it most of the time. But right now you don’t know if you can find the strength within your own self to push him off.

“You’ve been trying to get in my pants for months, Mount.” You state the obvious. But Mason doesn’t falter. He simply looks at you, that stupid smirk still on his lips. He stares at you like he knows something that you don’t and it pisses you off how attractive you find him. With his stupid white t-shirt and black baggy jeans. You’ve found yourself staring at his arm tattoos for more than you should and it’s probably just a matter of time before the brit realizes that too. If he hasn’t already.

“You act like you aren’t dying to kiss me, princess.” He says with such nonchalance you almost forget the meaning behind his words. You gulp, trying to burn him with your gaze but he simply smiles back. Your interaction is silenced by the loud music coming from the other room, the door is closed and the kitchen is the last place people usually stumble across.

“I have a boyfriend.” The excuse is old and it makes no difference to Mason because it makes no difference to you. Your boyfriend is the last of your problems right now and you know you’ll feel more guilty in the morning but your brain isn’t functioning when Mason steps closer. The brit tilts his head to the side as he stares you down.

“I can give you a few good reasons why you should drop him, baby.” He mumbles, his fingers moving a strand of hair behind your ear. The world’s oldest trick. Yet you fall for it. Your heartbeat increases as you try to talk yourself out of this mess of a situation. But Mason has too much of a strong hold on you to prevent yourself from making any dumb decision.

“Go on, I wanna hear them.” You try to mask your nervousness behind a fake laughter. Mason licks his bottom lip, his eyes briefly falling to your mouth before meeting yours once again. You’re completely, utterly, beyond any repair lost.

“Actually I’m more of a shower than a talker.” He speaks with his usual smug. You don’t have it in you to answer his cockiness so you shush him with your lips on his. Your hands hold onto him as if afraid you’d fall but Mason keeps you close and still, not wanting to let go. You’re fucked.

Realization doesn’t hit you until you find yourself bent over the bathroom sink, undies in the brit’s back pocket. His cock is definitely as big as his ego and for once you aren’t complaining. Tears ruin your make up down your cheeks and Mason takes pride in observing such scene. You can’t tear your eye off him nor can he. Mason loves watching how well you can take him and listen to the unholy sounds that leave the lips he can’t wait to kiss again. All you can think about — besides how good he feels— is how you could have deprived yourself of such experience for so long. You should feel ashamed, guilty, disgusted but none of those feeling find space left in the room filled with filth and pleasure. Mason sees you struggling and slows down, but goes deeper. A strangled moan leaves your lips, you almost sob out of pleasure. He leans down, his face next to yours. Brown eyes have never looked so sexy in your whole life.

“Are these reasons good enough for you, darling?” He smirks and you’d find another sassy answer for him under other circumstances. So you simply let your moans speak for you. You don’t care if it boosts his ego any further, for once the dick is worth it. Mason chuckles lowly before kissing your cheek. His kisses move to your neck where he moves your hair out of the way and starts sucking on the skin. You want to tell him to not leave any mark but you can’t, you don’t want to.

“My good girl, aren’t you?” He mumbles in your ear, his hips not faltering once. You’re suddenly jealous of any girl who’s got to experience him before you. Because he’s addicting. You can never have enough. His words make you clench around his length and he notices, grunting against your ear as his high approaches just as fast as yours. Any other time you’d tell him to fuck off, but not right now. You simply nod frenetically, eager to reach your orgasm.

“Good girl.” He praises you before pecking your temple and wrapping his arm around you to slightly switch the angle. You lock eyes through the mirror: he’s nowhere done with you…

it's so stupid but the fact that more than half of tumblr users are not native english speakers makes me feel so safe

our team may be shit but they give me butterflies fr, so many pretty boys

it’s over🕊️

i curse this guy everyday for ruining our beautiful football club 💔

king kai in big games? i need that. we need that.

thiago and kepa saving us from pure humiliation..

chelsea players (especially joão) are 100% masters at foreplay.. where is the finishing product tho?

why. does. he. keep. SHAVING?!!!?!?!?

getting nervous not gonna lie but that lineup is looking good and i’m praying boehly said we are winning 3-0 because he paid referee

why are madrid fans pushing the underdog narrative against this chelsea?

Bayern fans display banners against 'all autocrats' owners during the UEFA Champions League quarter final, first leg football match between Manchester City and Bayern Munich at the Etihad Stadium in Manchester, north-west England, 11.04.2023

📸; OLI SCARFF

Wherever You Are

Summary: You realize that you don’t want to live without Kepa anymore.

Warning: Angsty beginning but fluffy ending bc all I seem to wanna write is angst these days lmao

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Inspired by “Wherever You Are” by 5 Seconds of Summer. Also if anyone has requests feel free to send them my way! Right now I’m writing for Kepa Arrizabalaga and Christian Pulisic, but I may be adding Kai Havertz to the list soon! Also also shout out to the Puli girls for always being so supportive and constantly inspiring me to write every day 💙

“Every night I almost call you

Just to say it always will be you

Wherever you are.”

Kepa laid awake on his back, staring at the ceiling. He should’ve been asleep to get some well needed rest for his game the next day, but he couldn’t. His mind wandered aimlessly, just like it did every night. No matter what he did, all he could think about was that night, the scene playing on constant repeat whenever he close his eyes.

Your forehead was on Kepa’s, suitcase in hand. You knew once you walked through airport security, you wouldn’t be able to turn back no matter how much you wanted to.

“Tell me to stay. Just say the word and I’ll stay,” you choked as tears ran down your face.

He held your face in his hands, keeping you as close to him as he possibly could.

“You know I can’t, mi vida,” he said, trying to remain strong for you. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity that I can’t ask you to pass up just to stay here with me.”

You sobbed harder. He was right. Your dream company in Spain had accepted your application and you were set to start the week after. You’d known from a young age that this was all you ever wanted. Everything you’d done up until this point in your life was geared towards this job, and you finally had it after years of hard work and determination.

Kepa threw a wrench in those plans. You never anticipated falling in love along the way. The years you spent with him were some of the best moments of your life and you never wanted it to end. You didn’t know what the future would hold for you, but the only certain thing was that you wanted him in it.

You had to make a decision once your received the email. Kepa couldn’t just up and leave with you no matter how much he wanted to. His place was in London playing with the team he so dearly loved. But Kepa knew that this was your lifelong dream and wouldn’t let you give up on it just for him. You both wanted to go long distance, but with your work schedules it wouldn’t have been realistic to sustain a relationship anymore. You would be staying indefinitely in Spain and he would be indefinitely in England. Keeping a relationship would prevent the two of you from growing, and he never wanted to hold you back from the happiness he knew you deserved.

It absolutely broke your heart to know you couldn’t be with him. You wanted him as much as you wanted this job, but you couldn’t have both. Your head was telling you to suck it up and get on the plane for a job you’d longed for since you were a child. But your heart begged you to stay with Kepa. And you would’ve. He just needed to say the words and you would’ve given up everything for him.

Kepa couldn’t ask you to do that. And you knew he couldn’t.

He wiped the tears from under your eyes trying to memorize your face with the little time he had left with you.

“I promise one day I’ll find you again. I swear it. I promise I won’t stop until I find you,” he stated firmly.

“How can you know that? How do we know things won’t change between us?” you cried, desperate to hold onto him while you still could.

“Because you’re worth fighting for, and you will always be worth fighting for.”

Kepa softly kissed you, pouring all the love he had for you into it.

“Do you hear me? I’ll fight heaven and earth, all the gods in the sky, every higher power that could possibly exist if it means I get to be with you. I won’t ever give up on you, on us.”

The two of you stood in the terminal in your own world, holding on for as long as possible. You could feel time ticking away and you prayed it would stop just so the inevitable wouldn’t have to come.

The announcer’s voice over the speaker brought you back to your harsh reality. You were going on a plane to fulfill your dreams, leaving the love of your life behind to fulfill his. Time was finally up and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“I love you Y/N,” he said softly.

“I love you Kepa,” you cried, “so much.”

He kissed your forehead tenderly before kissing your lips, savoring what very well might have been your final time.

Reluctantly, the two of you stepped away from your hold. He handed you your bags, letting his fingers linger on yours ever so slightly. You could see the tears in his own eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Your heart broke even more knowing he wanted to be strong because you couldn’t be.

“Bye Kepa,” you said so softly it might as well have been a whisper.

He nodded his head, but you knew it meant two things: he was giving you the courage you needed to walk away and he was telling you that things were going to be okay.

And with a deep breath, you headed towards the security gates. You turned around to look at him one final time, tears still falling from your eyes. He gave you a small smile, both of your hearts breaking in that moment. With your heart feeling heavy, you broke his gaze and headed towards your destination.

Kepa stayed in the airport until he saw your plane taking off in the distance. He stared out the window longingly, finally releasing the emotions he was trying so desperately to suppress.

“Bye Y/N.”

Kepa relived that moment every night since you left almost two years ago. While you hadn’t blocked or unfollowed each other on social media, you hadn’t spoken since. It would’ve been too painful knowing you were so close yet so far out of his reach. Kepa would’ve given up on his own dreams to be with you. But you wouldn’t want that for him and he knew that, just as he didn’t want you to do the same. He wanted to be selfish, but more than anything he wanted to see you happy. And if you had to be out of his life to be happy and finally achieve everything you’d ever wanted, he would make that decision every time.

Kepa instead focused on his own career, putting his best onto the field. And it paid off, returning to his incredible form for both his club and country. Kepa had finally proved himself to be one of the best goalkeepers in Europe and gained the respect of both fans and critics alike. He’d won a few pieces of silverware, and he was only just getting started. He had regained his confidence on the pitch and it showed. He was so proud of how far he’d come despite all of his setbacks and his dreams were right within his grasp. Everything in his life was falling right into place. It was almost perfect.

Yet the one thing he wanted the most in this world, he couldn’t have. There weren’t any football trophies or medals in the world that could compare to the feeling of having you in his arms again. Every picture he’d taken with his awards only served as a reminder of what he had lost, who he had lost in the process. While it wasn’t necessarily a decision he regretted, it didn’t make the thought hurt any less.

Kepa never really tried to move on. He couldn’t forget about you, nor did he want to. While his teammates attempted to convince him to go on other dates, he knew that no one could even come close you. You weren’t together anymore, but Kepa’s heart was still entirely yours whether you knew it or not. He didn’t know what the future held for the two of you, and that was the worst part. Not knowing if he was waiting for something that would never come or if the right time was coming and he just didn’t realize it yet. But he knew he desperately wanted you to come home to him.

Spain had been an absolutely incredible experience for you. From the moment you landed, you fell head over heels for the country. You learned so much about yourself and gained memories that you knew would last a lifetime. Your dream job turned out to be everything you wished for and more. You wanted to spend forever there and you easily could have. It seemed your future was almost set in stone displayed right in front of you.

But life in Spain was almost perfect. It almost felt right. It was almost your forever home. That word and that feeling kept surfacing. Almost, almost, almost. This was everything you dreamed about for as long as you could remember. So why did you constantly feel like something was missing?

You stared at the pouring rain through the window as your taxi dropped you off in front of a familiar house. You didn’t know if this was a good decision, but for once you decided to listen to your instincts and follow your heart. You grabbed your bags, thanked the driver, and walked up to the house.

As you walked closer and closer to the door, your hands began to shake, your heartbeat increasing with every step. There was no turning back at this point, and there was no telling what was going to come of this encounter. But you weren’t going to back down. You weren’t letting this go without a fight.

You took a deep breath before knocking on the door. You heard soft murmurs and the sound of footsteps before the door opened.

To say Kepa was stunned to see you drenched outside his home was an understatement. The moment he saw your face, his heart stopped. His brain stopped functioning properly and he struggled to catch his breath. You two stared at each other, not a word being exchanged as your minds raced.

“I’m sorry I just showed up unexpected like this but I needed to tell you this and it couldn’t wait any longer,” you said to him after a minute of silence.

Kepa couldn’t find his words, so he just nodded his head to let you continue.

“You were right. The job was incredible. Spain was incredible. I loved every moment of it and I had absolutely everything I wanted. My dream job, amazing friends. It was what I dreamed about and more. Everything was perfect.”

You took a deep breath, your voice beginning to waver as you spoke on.

“But every day I could feel something was wrong. No matter what I did or where I went, it always felt like something was missing. I thought maybe it was homesickness, maybe it was restlessness, anxiety from a new job and a new experience. But the longer I stayed, the worse the feeling got. I kept trying to ignore it and move past it, but nothing worked because I knew why I felt that way.”

You couldn’t hold the tears in anymore, letting them mix with the rain that was currently running down your face. You lifted your head and looked right into Kepa’s eyes for the first time since you left that day.

“I didn’t have you. I had everything I could’ve dreamed about, and it all paled in comparison because all I could think about was how much I wanted you, how much I wanted to be with you, how much I missed you.”

You let out a sob, trying your best to stay strong.

“And God Kepa, I miss you so fucking much. I know we agreed that I couldn’t just stay behind, but I’ve thought about that moment every day for two years and how much I fucking regret leaving you that day. I fought with myself, trying not to call you every night just to hear your voice. I avoided watching matches so I wouldn’t see if you’d moved on or not. I tried to convince myself that I was ready to let you go.”

You were shaking, but it wasn’t because of the rain. Kepa just let you go on.

“But I lied. I lied to myself because I knew I would never stop loving you. And I couldn’t just let you go without fighting for us. I’ve realized that I can’t live without you anymore. Spain was perfect, but I don’t want perfect. I just want you.”

You hesitantly stepped closer to him.

“I know it’s been a long time and things have changed, but I can’t give up without fighting for this. So tell me to go and you’ll never see me again. But if you tell me to stay, I promise I’m never leaving ever again.”

Kepa didn’t even hesitate. In one swift motion, he gently cupped your cheeks with his hands and for the first time in two years, he kissed you. It wasn’t a small peck, but a kiss that conveyed every emotion he’d ever felt in the time you were gone. There would never be enough words in the world to properly describe how much he needed you in his life and this was the only thing he could do. You kissed him back with the same energy, tears streaming down both of your faces.

Kepa pulled back from you to look deep in your eyes before kissing you again, much gentler this time. He wanted to savor every bit of this moment, one that’d he’d dreamt about every night since you left. He didn’t want perfect either. He didn’t need it when he had you because you were more than enough for him, and you always would be.

He pulled away again, this time choosing to rest his forehead on yours.

“I made you a promise that day,” Kepa whispered, “a promise that I would never give up on you. I said I would fight even God above if it meant being with you. And I will never ever go back on my word. I would wait the rest of my life just to be with you at the end of it all.”

Kepa pulled you as close as you physically could, planning on doing so for the rest of your lives.

“So stay with me now. You don’t have to be away anymore. You’re home now.”

“I love you Kepa. And I never stopped loving you,” you whispered.

“I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you and I never will. Because it doesn’t matter how far you are from me or what universe we’re a part of or how much time has passed. It’s you. And it will always be you wherever you are. And nothing will ever change that.”

The two of you stood in the doorway, your hands were covering his and foreheads pressed together as you both tried to memorize the other. You held each other tightly, just as you did in the airport all those years ago. Only this time, you weren’t begging time to stop so you can be together just for a little longer because you would have each other forever. And as Kepa kissed you, you knew you would never have to say goodbye ever again.

Taglist: @neverinadream​ @pulisicsgirl​ @masonspulisic​ @bracedes​ @lizzypotter14​ @notsoattractivearenti​ @thoseboysinblue​ @pianoisland​ @lovelynikol16​ @chelseagirl98​

“soft” launch,insta au-kepa arrizabalaga

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yourusername it’s the most wonderful time of the year

ynsaidwhat i’m not saying you have some explanation to do because kepa just posted same picture on his story but you do😳

diariesofyn kepa and y/n stans rise!!

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kepaarrizabalaga merry christmas from the alps🤍

kuwchelsea who is that omg?? i just pray she doesn’t break your heart because we all know what happened last time…

ynlovebot they are making snow angels together STOP MY HEART

ynfilms okay maybe love does exist after all

kaihavertz29 watch your legs,we need you back in one piece😉

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kepaarrizabalaga long days,but easier by your side

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yourusername breaking my silence,nobody pinch me because i finally found my prince charming🤍

kepaarrizabalaga ms. arrizabalaga has a nice ring to it😉

sophiaaemelia i don’t know about that,it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue tbh

izakova 😆😆

ynsaidwhat that’s definitely one way to soft launch but congrats omg!!!

diariesofyn it’s happening,everybody stay calm

kuwchelsea wait that should’ve been me,but since it’s you,i will let it slide

ynfilms her next post with him is gonna be with their kid,mark my words

new pablo / pablo gavi (smau)

note: i have no clue about spanish & catalan and i know that pablo's english is not the best but this is a fic, so let's act like his english is good ;) kinda short but i hope you'll enjoy this one xx

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pablogavi why do i feel like i'm not wanted? 🤔

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fan1 you should do a barcelona bucket list!

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fan4 NO PEDRI YOU'RE NOT

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fan5 why don't you show gavi's face 😭

ferrantorres F on the earing is for ferran

yourusername for real 😂

fan6 how can you wear long sleeves in barcelona?! it's so fucking hot in here

fan7 who on the earth would know our baby gavi would have a girlfriend

fan8 i'm still not sure if it's gavi

fan9 it is!!

yourbff can i be you? @/pablogavi

pablogavi no.

yourbff anyways, you're disgustingly in love 🤢

pablogavi is that mean... a war?

pablogavi

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pablogavi ✌🏼

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pedri hermano!! 👊🏼

pablogavi 👊🏼

fan10 🔥🔥

fan11 gavi, i'm asking your hand in marriage 😭

yourusername you look handsome babyy

pablogavi 😋

ansufati 👀

pedri what's going on??

yourusername i made his outfit btw

yourusername and i take this pic

fan12 you're the luckiest i hate you

yourbff

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yourbff third wheeling ✌🏽

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yourusername you look short next to me lol @/pablogavi

yourbff IT'S BECAUSE HE IS NOT TALL

pablogavi don't call me short

yourbff i said your not tall ;)

fan13 skirt link??

fan14 GAVIRA

yourbff2 where are they going? 👀

yourbff somewhere private... with me

yourbff2 duhh

fan15 they're so cute i want what they have

fan16 no girl we need that!

yourusername aww 🥰

yourusername

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yourusername they don't allow me to see pablo :( SOO say hi to my new pablo!!

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📌 yourusername i'm bored, ask me random questions!

ansufati he looks more like gavi than the real gavi ajajajaj

pablogavi i would never expect this from you

yourusername stop it!! he's right lmao

fan17 okok that's what i was waiting for whole my life! how did you guys meet?

yourusername sorry but it's so cliché 😂 we met through friends (i mean balde and ferran)

fan18 i always thought that friend was pedri

fan19 a "must see" place in barcelona?

yourusername camp nou ;)

pedri they allow you to see him, they just don't allow you to get into his bed- sorry his room

yourusername maybe you don't want me next to him?! as if you don't see him every single day 🤨

pedri jealous are we 😎

yourbff me or gavi? serious question.

yourusername @/joaofelix79

joaofelix79 they're gonna hate me

yourbff we already do 🤨

fan20 girls run and get a pablo for yourselves!

yourusername

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yourusername vamoss! @/pedri

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pablogavi you're so funny

yourusername oh so you're the guy on the second photo

pedri 😂

fan21 he always has that bitch face 🤣

yourusername his resting bitch face

siramartinezsc 🇪🇸🇪🇸

yourbff his name 🤢 on your back 🤢

yourusername shut 🤢 up 🤢

fan22 vamoss 🇪🇸👊🏼

yourusername

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yourusername barça's golden girl is back- oh and pablo

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fan23 she's funny though

pablogavi i'm your number one fan

yourusername as you should be 😏

fan24 i got it, he can't post on his main that's why she posts nearly every day

fan25 are you complaining? DON'T! WE'RE BLESSED!

jkeey4 since when my name is pablo?

pablogavi i think you know that i'm "sharp-tempered"

yourusername this time i haven't started it 💅🏻

pedri you play better

yourusername are you talking about fifa? hell yes!

pablogavi totally not! last time we play, you asked me if you can change my appearance! am i have to say more 🙄

yourusername do you want to check on your sim babe? oh sorry, YOU DON'T HAVE ANY SIM RN!!

fan26 can you pls tell him to turn a little 😋

fan27 mhmm thank you y/n!!

fan28 wake me up if she would ever show his face

p.s: pardon me if there is any mistake, i'll edit this asap 😊 thank you for reading xx

chelsea fc squad x barbie posters part two

click for part one

Comforting words

or rather mouth

warning: smut

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You are watching El Clásico, supporting your boyfriend from the stands. Barcelona had won the past 3 El Clásicos and you were confident they can take the fourth. But as time went on, things just started getting worse. The game ended 0-4 and you knew this was going to be hell with Gavi at home. You drove back home alone, escaping the tension that Gavi’s presence would make. And he will probably take hits time in the locker room.

Quite some time has passed before you heard the front door slam open from the couch. You looked at the direction where Gavi is supposed to emerge from and nervously waited. You heard him drop his bag and take off his shoes before appearing in your sight.

“Hey” you said softly but he didn’t even look at you, just stormed off upstairs. You sighed to yourself. You left him to calm down a bit in the shower, before he made his way downstairs, sitting next to you. You scooched over to him, slowly running your finger trough his hair.

“Baby, I know you’re disappointed. You played well and Vinicius was provoking you, you didn’t do anything”. You said, still stroking his hair, trying to make him talk to you. Gavi was silent, looking at the floor, jaw clenching.

“Can you at least look at me?” you asked, now a bit irritated yourself because of his childish behaviour. He suddenly gripped your wrist that was in his hair, and pulled you forward. His other hand grabbed your cheeks, making you look at him.

“Listen babe, your words won’t bring back the fucking 4 goals we concided. So If you really want to comfort me, better make me cum” he said, gripping his dick trough his shorts. He smashed his lips against yours, it was agressive, frustration and anger seeping from it. One hand grabbed yours and guided it to his erection that was straining against his shorts.

He bit your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. You locked eyes with him, hand slowly stroking him over the material. You started kissing his neck, one hand pulling his shorts down. You sunk to your knees, Gavi’s eyes carefuly watching you.

You grabbed his now exsposed dick, giving it a few strokes before Gavi’s hand replaced yours. He guided his dick to your mouth,smearing precum from the tip on your lips. “Open up”

You took him in your mouth, his hand instantly grabbing your hair, pulling you down. You didn’t expect that much of him in your mouth and you gagged a bit.

“What? Can’t take my whole dick down your throat? I thought you wanted to make me feel good?” He said, taunting you. You looked up at him from your position, slowly moving your head up and down. Gavi threw his head back, letting out a moan before gripping your hair tigther.

“Faster”

You listened and started moving your head faster, stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach.

“You’re such a good girl, sucking me off after a loss. Are you gonna let me fuck you nicely later?”

You hummed against him, making him groan. Gavi started bucking his hips up, stopping your movements by pulling your hair once again.

“Keep still, I want to fuck your mouth”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, smudging your mascara completely.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this, such a slut for me” he said, his thrusts now sloppy.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat babe, take it all” he said, thrusting a few more times before stilling his hips and cumming in your mouth. Gavi pulled you off of his now sensitive dick, cursing under his breath. You crawled up to him, a bit of his cum still left on your lips, and his thumb picked it up before pushing itself into your mouth. You sucked it dry, stroking his now sweaty hair once again. He grazed your mascara stained cheek.

“You really do have a comforting mouth” he said, letting out a breathy laugh “Sorry for acting the way I did”

“Don’t worry about it, after all you made my panties wet” you said, smirking at him.

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fc chelsea squad x barbie posters

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chelsea fc managers and owner x barbie posters

tumbrl’s fabrizio romano everyone!! i was wondering would u prefer nagelsmann or enrique?

holy hell it's actually happening